Golden lights sparkle through the darkness. Bachata music floods from the speakers, fueling my hips into a sultry motion. The nights have been unstimulating, boring, lifeless since I haven't bumped into someone worthy. Tania smacks my ass as she glides through the crowd sporting a giddy smirk.

"You're giving everyone a free show," Tania says, fixing the underwear barely covering my ass cheeks.

I shrug. "Seeing isn't anything like the real thing, baby."

"Oh, I know." Tania raises her eyebrows as her tongue snakes across her lips. "After your rounds of fucks, do you want to come to my place? I brought this new vibrator for us to use."

A smile perks on my face. "Sounds maleficent. Old fuckers don't bother with the foreplay. They just want their dick in your cunt and nothing more."

Tania kisses the shit out of my cheek. "Don't worry, darling. I'll make sure to have your legs trembling."

She always knows how to perk my interest. A giggle escapes my lips as a vibration comes from my phone in my cow-print bikini. The message either belongs to a scammer or Diablo. No one else messages me at two in the morning. Any sense of amusement flows out of my body like a fluid at his text.

Diablo- Looks like you're spending the night with Vapor. As of now, he has bid the most.

Vapor is a blonde hair, pitch-dark blue-eye fucker who loves to spend his night deep in my asshole. I don't usually nitpick about my clients since they pay outrageous amounts to fuck me, but Vapor is an abomination. He's twisted in ways that even I can't handle. Vapor is into the kinky, freaky, traumatizing sex that really drains the energy from me.

It doesn't help that he disregards my rules.

Because of my contact with Diablo, clients are allowed to do pretty much anything to our bodies. Depending on our status in the club tier, we qualified the authority to put certain actions in the no department. That doesn't stop buddy-boy Vapor. He loves to cross boundaries. He lives for that shit.

Speaking of the abomination, I catch a glimpse of his jet-black suit contrasting with the brightness of his blonde hair. The indigo blue mask reaches above his top lip, only revealing the stubble on his chin. A wave of nausea clenches my gut as his sly smirk expands, slipping through easily like a dick in a drenched pussy.

To make matters worse, he also sucked at making me orgasm.

"My lovely Mika." Vapor kisses my knuckles, a moist one. "Oh, how I missed you. I got an eventful night plan for us."

I force a smile strong enough to charm the grim-reaper. "It's been two very long weeks without you, Vapor. I can't wait to see the new positions you have in store for me. Are you picking my outfit? Or do I get free reign?"

Vapor places his lanky finger on my lips and lifts my chin an inch higher. "Two weeks isn't long enough for you to forget your manners. Vapor is my name to the strangers around, but to you, I am..."

I narrow my eyes. "Luka. Sorry, Luka. I needed a refresher."

Hysteria drains to my chest as his grip encloses around my neck, tightly choking it. "Don't worry, my little Mika. I'll be sure to punish you for the lack of manners. It will bring my utmost joy to turn those perfectly carved cheeks red."

My breathing hollows out as panic takes over. When the fright engulfs me, I envision the events of that night. A memory all too dreadful to recall at the times like this when I'm trying to have fun. Sometimes I forget this isn't like last time and when the reality sinks in, calmness overrides the fear.

I tap his hand, a signal for him to release his grip. "How about your manners? I thought we discuss the choking issue. It's only fair I punish you for breaking our contract."

Luka's eyes flash with interest. "It's engraved in my bones to choke you, Mika. I'll work harder to change my instincts. If you need to punish me, then I'll gladly take anything you have to throw at me."

Glancing over his shoulder, my brain bursts with inspiration at the sight of one individual. My hawk eyes knew his body, his antics, his mannerism like the back of my hand. As usual, he's staying hidden, glancing on either side of his shoulders for me. The dilemma is evident in his actions. He wants to search for me but is fighting against the urge.

I'll make the decision easy enough for him.

I bring my lips to his ears. "I don't think you can imagine the things I plan to do to you as punishment. I'm going to make you suffer in ways that have you begging to burn in Hell."

His body shudders as his hand cups my ass. "I don't think I can survive waiting any longer. What do you think of us starting a bit early?"

I shake my head. "No, no. You have to learn to be more patient. The stakes advance higher when you're eagerly waiting for it. I'll go grab us a quick drink, then we can dance for a bit until the clock strikes."

Luka doesn't release his grips on my ass cheek until he plops a nasty kiss on my shoulder, leaving a moist imprint in its wake. I wonder how it would feel to have the curious, innocent, shy Asiel attacking my skin with his mouth. He wouldn't be anywhere near as barbaric as Luka. Instead, he would cherish my body like it's a masterpiece.

Asiel would caress my body as if it was glass, an object so easy to break. That's the illusion I created. To Asiel, I'm a lost, helpless woman seeking refuge in an industry that's known for taking girls. Hidden behind a mask of provocative, sultry, risque to distract from destruction within.

Men like Asiel loved to have a project to work on.

What's the better mission than to transform the girl who fucks people for a living? It's human instinct for an upstanding individual to fall into the deeper depths of hell. It's the only logical reasoning behind Asiel's repeated retrieval. Even the most perfect angels can stumble into the darkness... into the shadows until their souls turn hollow.

"A dirty martini and a scotch, please," I say, leaning over Asiel's chair since the bar is conveniently crowded. "Hola, Muneco. No esperaba verte esta noche."

(I didn't expect to see you tonight.)

His stony gaze roams over me. "I came to discuss something with Diablo. I'll be leaving shortly."

My lips protrude into a pout as I lean my elbows on the bar. "Oh? That's no fun." A finger taps my shoulder as I glance over my shoulder to see my drinks made. "That's too bad. I've been looking forward to catching up, but I can see it's not reciprocated."

"There's no point," he blurts, licking his lips. "Aren't you busy with a client for the rest of the night?"

Are my ears deceiving me? Has Asiel formed an attachment to me already? This venture grows intriguing by the minute, and I couldn't wait to see the lengths I can take this. A devilish grin takes over my lips.

My finger skims down his sharp, chiseled jaw in a leisurely movement. "Asiel? Baby? Estás celoso? I thought you didn't want anything besides friendship with me?"

(Are you jealous?)

A goofy smile invades his face as he tries to play it off with an eye roll. It's entertaining to observe his actions whenever I say a response he hasn't pictured. The animosity is chomping away at his organs. I would hate myself too if I kept fighting against the inevitable.

He ground me with a hard glare. "Of course not. It would be ridiculous of me to feel anything towards a prostitute. Wouldn't it?"

Both my brows go up. By now, I've learned not to be offended by the shit that comes out of anyone's mouth. Jealousy doesn't always look pretty on everyone, especially on a man that's been swallowing his temptation for months. He so desperately needs to release some stress. On me would be the best option.

"Since when have I only been a prostitute to you? I thought you hated hearing others refer to me as one."

He barks out a laugh. "And I thought it didn't matter how people referred to you."

"Oh, it doesn't," I reply indifferently. "It's just very interesting to see how you react under the pressures of jealousy. Some girls might find it demeaning, but I find it kind of sexy to see the asshole inside of you."

Asiel shakes his head, giving me that same laugh from moments before. "I'm not jealous. Si quieres follar con Luka, adelante. I won't waste a breath trying to stop you."

(If you want to fuck Luka, go ahead.)

My eyebrow arches. "Mmm, Luka, huh? I'm guessing you guys know each other?" I suspiciously tilt my head, shifting closer to Asiel, our chests inches from touching. "Does it bother you that I've fucked your friend before I've fucked you? That he's seen me in ways you spend every night fascinating about?"

He pulls in a silent breath, probably growing impatient with me. It's too bad I love getting this reaction from him. I think his fixation with me has officially rubbed off on me. I don't normally get addicted to my victims, but there's a thing about Asiel I couldn't put my finger on.

His jaw ticks like a time bomb. "Me importa un carajo con quién te acuestas, Mika. Ve a follar con él todo la noche. Luka es tu cliente favorito, no?"

(I don't give a fuck who you sleep with, Mika. Go fuck him all night. Luka is your favorite client, isn't he?)

I see.

Someone has been spreading bullshit into his ears. Probably Luka. He takes pride in thinking he's my favorite. He couldn't be anywhere farther. I don't favor any clients over another, including Asiel. It so happens once upon a time, I needed to be closer to Luka to achieve a certain mission. However, it's come with a side effect. He's served his purpose, but at the cost of growing attached.

An incredulous laugh burst out of me, driven by pleasure and fulfillment. "Who started that rumor? Asiel, I fuck Luka because I have to. If it was my choice, I would want to spend the night with you."

His eyes flash, and then I'm being yanked toward him, his hands clasping my cheeks. A noise of surprise gets the better of me when he holds his gaze full of dark, lustful, and passion.

"No puredo soportar mas estos juegos Mika." His breath fans my cheeks as he bends down to whisper in my ear. "If I'm going to disregard all my rules for you, then I need to know you care. Even if it's only one percent."

(I can't stand these games anymore, Mika.)

"I have made my intention with you very clear." I jerk my head away from his grasp, and he drops his hands to his side. "But if you want honesty, here I go. I don't chase. I get chased. I've made multiple advances only to receive rejections. It's your turn, Asiel. Do you want me tonight?"

"Yes."

His reply is music to my ears. "If you want me, you gotta work for it, Muñeco. I'm fully booked for tonight... But if you really want me, I'm sure you'll know what to do. Impress me. Impress me, and I'll make sure you see heaven."

"I-I can't," he mutters under his breath.

Disappointment fills my lungs as if I am drowning underwater. Asiel was my only lifeline to save myself from Luka. All my other dedicated clients haven't shown up tonight, so my fates were sealed. But if I am going to be tormented by Luka all night, then I might as well make Asiel hurt in the process.

Remaining dispassionate, I grab the two drinks. "Fine with me. It was an interesting chat, but I have a client waiting for me."

I am halfway across the dance floor in the blink of an eye. Luka is groping another Angele as he takes a shot between the other Angele's boobs. Great. Drunk Luka is just twice the fun. His navy-blue irises widened in ecstasy as I trench closer, flashing a wink at him. I finish my martini before I even hand his over, and once I do, he follows suit.

Luka hands over our empty glasses and wraps a possessive arm on my waist. "Who was that person you were talking to at the bar? It seemed rather intense."

I shrug, aimlessly. "A client. He isn't too keen on sharing. Also, have you been spreading our little secret about you being my favorite?"

He chuckles against my skin, plastering kisses up and down my naked collarbone. "I can't resist when another makes it so obvious how in love they're with you. I need them to understand they don't stand a chance, right?"

I drop my head back, laughing. "Yes."

Reggaeton spills from the DJ's speakers, an addicting song from Bad Bunny that can make an elder grind their hips. Over his shoulder, I catch a glimpse of Asiel shooting me a prolonged look as he settles in his stool. He's watching our every move like a hawk. Harsh lines frame his face from the fury spilling out.

A fraction of a second passes, and I've switched our positions, so my ass is snug against his clothed erection. The music takes over my limbs, and I dance freely. Grinding, twerking, feeling myself with my hands as Luka plays along. He grabs my ass aggressively, digging his nails as he tries to add more friction to please himself.

Normally, it would ruin my bliss of dancing, but knowing Asiel is watching causes me to triple the stakes. I swing around, making sure I have an eyeshot of Asiel as I wrap my arms around his neck. Luka takes the opportunity to fondle my ass cheeks, watching them jiggle and giving them a harsh slap.

My body stiffens with awareness for a split second as I lock eyes with Asiel. I try to mask the smile enticing to form as Asiel's demeanor turns darker by the second. He drags his angered gaze from me to Luka behind me, looking at him like he's going to rip him apart with his teeth.

Shit.

Has he always been this sexy?

Asiel throws his fifth tumbler of scotch since we started dancing and disappears to the back. Dammit, twerking on Luka isn't fun without having a person in the crowd. Boo! Asiel keeps disappointing me tonight. Have good boys always been this boring?

Suddenly, I'm distracted by the vibration coming from my bikini. Diablo's message from earlier ruined my night, but this one... had me leaping to the moon.

Checkmate, Asiel.

"I'm going to give you a second to guess what I'm capable of fucking doing if you don't take your hands off, Mika," Asiel states with a sharp edge, his gaze shimmering with hatred facing Luka.

Luka looks at him with concerned eyes that are more fake than Kylie Jenner's ass. "Sorry? She's mine for the night. So fuck off."

"Lu-." I am cut off by Asiel.

"Actually, there's been a change from a half-hour ago. I'm the highest bidder, so Mika is spending it with me." A low, demonic chuckle slips from his throat, and I almost fall to the floor in shock. "Now, if you don't remove your arms from her, I will do so myself."

Luka gets in his face, lowering his voice and smirking. "You must not be fulfilling her needs if she's openly grinding with me instead of you. Go ahead and ask her how much she loves it when I stick my cock in her empty ho-."

Asiel's fist cracks against his jaw before Luka even finished talking. He tackles him to the ground, holding him down with one hand and punching the daylights out with the other. Luka howls in pain while blood trickles down his chin. I guess the motivation Asiel needed to beat up a man was jealousy.

Two security guards fight through the building crowd while I jump onto Asiel's back and whisper, "You have done enough. I'm extremely impressed. Let's go before they kick you out, Muñeco."

His head jerks upward, making eye contact with the husky security guard, and then makes a run for it with me on his back. I jolt up and down with every step until we're secure in the elevator. Asiel's chest rises in rapid movement as he paces back and forth, chewing on his nails.

"I'm going to be fucking sick." His face turns plain white like snow.

"Just breathe Muñeco," I say, grazing his cheek. "He won't come down here after having his ass beat. It's you and me for the rest of the night."

Damn... Asiel really just threw caution at wind didn't he... I guess jealous really does bring the ugliness out of people. I love it 😉! He's also kind of a brat when he's jealous. What do you guys think is going to happen in the next chapter? I think you guys will enjoy it 👀... hehe I hope you enjoyed this chapter and let me hear your thoughts!

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