Help Wanted: Looking for a Strong Yet Loveable Alpha Male, and a Feisty Yet Vulnerable Female. Apply Within.

I totally forgot to due a blog post on Monday! But in my defense, I got up at 7:30am, went shopping for my dad, went to his dialysis treatments, then drove from Portland to Seattle, and then flew from Seattle to Alaska, getting home around midnight. I was not functioning too well, hahaha.

So. Guess who stayed up last night till 2:00am watching Z Nation (not necessarily good but surprisingly addictive!) and finishing all the proofread edits for her book!? THIS CHICA! Now all I have to do is rewrite one scene, and DONE!

Unfortunately, I can't offer an excerpt of Reparation at this time. I don't have one picked out, nor can I really think of a scene that could tantalize but not spoil, but I am cooking something special up for excerpts *hopefully*

HOWEVER - I do have a Work In Progress. Would anyone like to see if any of my other writing is worth anything?

I started on this a while ago, but then had to set it aside to publish Separation and to start edits on Reparation. I only ever really work on one story at a time. I have no idea when it will be completed. This is also completely unedited.

This is a little ways into the book - our heroine is working nights at a strip club, as a waitress. Our male lead is a customer. Over the course of a couple months, they have developed a friendship ... of sorts. This scene is when that friendship begins to shift to something else. Let me know what you think!

WARNING: Do not continue if coarse language or scenes of a graphic, sexual nature disturb you. All works are the sole property of Stylo Fantome - Copyright © 2014



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Dani didn't understand the power he had over her, to get her to do anything he wanted. About ninety-nine percent of the time, he would show up at the Pussycat Princess, and they just hang out. Talk. But that other one percent of the time, it was like ..., like he just knew he could make her do stuff. Like he knew he had some super power that made it possible for him to hypnotize her. He rarely ever used it, but when he did, he made it count.

“I don't want to be in here,” Dani stated one night. She'd been watching the shows for a week with him, and so far, they'd all been tame. A little spicier than the strip shows on stage; the girls in the Show Room got completely naked, rubbed on the mirrors, touched themselves. Masturbated. But that night, it was clear things were going to go farther. When the girl carried a bag into the room, Dani just knew. It wasn't going to be the same old show.

“You've sat through a lot of these shows, what's the big deal?” he asked, not looking at her as he dug around in a large paper bag. He always brought dinner in for both of them.

“She's going to ..., I just can't. I'm sorry,” Dani started to pace around the room. Soft, jazzy music began to filter in through a speaker. “I know this is, like, your thing, or whatever, but ..., it's not mine. I hate it in here.”

“You hate it in here?” he sounded surprised as he finally looked up. She nodded, wringing her hands.

“I do. It's gross, and dark, and dirty, and disgusting, and ..., and I hate it! How can you be in here, every night!?” she snapped at him, finally losing it a little. He looked shocked.

“Hey, you work here,” he pointed out.

“To pay my bills. Why are you here!? It's disgusting, I can't even -,” Dani was very aware that she was babbling. But weeks of watching him watch other women was finally catching up to her. A week of watching him stare at a naked woman on the other side of the glass, when she would gladly get naked for him right there. In that moment, she hated him almost as much as she hated herself.

“Hey, hey,” his voice was soft and he reached out, grabbing her by the wrists. It was the second time he had ever touched her. He pulled her to a stop, forced her to look at him. “I don't force you to stay in here. You're free to go.” She glared down at him.

“Fine then, I'll go,” she snapped, moving to step away. He held fast to her wrists.

“But first, tell me why you think it's disgusting,” he added. She guffawed at him.

“Are you joking!? You're a grown man, twenty-seven years old, and you spend every night in a strip club!” she pointed out. He shook his head.

“That wasn't a problem yesterday.”

“Maybe it was,” she countered.

“No. Why do you think what goes on in that room is digusting?” he asked again. She began to shake with the amount of tension running through her body. She didn't want him to be touching her anymore.

I want him to touch me everywhere.

“Because it just is. The things ..., the things they make them do,” Dani tried to explain. Caed shook his head.

“Nobody makes them do anything – they can leave. They can turn down any offers they get. All they really have to do is dance, and that's it,” Caed reminded her. Dani rubbed her lips together, looked around the room. Anywhere but at him.

“It's embarrassing,” she said softly.

“Ah, see, that's what I thought. Why does it embarrass you?” he pressed.

“I don't know.”

“Are you a virgin?”

“No.”

“So someone out there has seen you naked,” he clarified.

“Yes.”

“So why is it embarrassing for her to be naked?” he asked, slowly standing up. She kept her eyes trained on his collar.

“It's just ..., it's embarrassing for me to see her naked. To see her, with you,” she whispered. Caed chuckled and her heart skipped a beat. She knew what was coming. That voice. The voice that could make her do anything. She closed her eyes.

“Pussycat,” he laughed, his voice low as he slowly turned her around. His hands moved to her shoulders, held her in place. “Open your eyes.”

Dani opened her eyes. The woman in the room was stretched across the loveseat, a various assortment of toys strewn about the floor beneath her. She wasn't using any of them, yet. Dani took a deep breath and then felt Caed pull her back into him, so she was pressed against him.

“Why do you make me do this?” she whispered.

“I don't make you do anything,” he whispered back.

“You do. You can make me do anything,” she replied. Another chuckle and his fingers began to massage her skin.

“Good to know. Look at her. Isn't she beautiful?” he asked.

Dani's eyes wandered over the woman in the room. She knew the stripper, a single mother named Clary. Stage name Clarissa. She wore too much make up, used bad wigs, and had a smoker's cough. She was probably past the prime age for stripping.

But still. There was ..., something. She looked ..., free. There was an abandonment to her face, to the way her limbs were sprawled across the velvet, that looked so comfortable. So unburdened. Dani had never known that feeling. Too young, too self-conscious. Clary was light years ahead of her.

“She is beautiful,” Dani agreed with him. Caed began pulling them backwards and then he sank down in his chair.

“Doesn't she look like she's enjoying herself?” he continued, his hands sliding onto her hips. Dani stopped breathing as he pulled her into his lap.

“Yes,” she breathed. Clary had picked up a sizable vibrator, was now thrusting it in and out of herself. The pleasure on her face was obvious.

“Would you enjoy that?” Caed's voice was just a dark suggestion behind her.

“No,” Dani shook her head. He laughed and stretched his arms out along side her legs, rested his palms against her thighs.

“You don't own a vibrator?”

She felt a blush race across her face.

You don't have to answer him.

“Well, I mean ..., I wouldn't enjoy doing that in front of other people,” she stuttered. Caed laughed again, massaging his hands up her legs.

“You wouldn't? What if I asked you to?”

“No, not even then. I would never go in that room.”

“What if I asked you to do it just for me?” his lips were against her head, dripping poison into her ear. She squirmed on top of his lap, very uncomfortable. Very turned on.

“I ..., I don't know,” she managed to answer. His hypnotic powers had their limits, it seemed. She couldn't lie, but she didn't need to surrender completely. At least, not yet.

“Shari-not-Shari,” he laughed, scratching lightly as his hands worked their way under her skirt. “I think you have a crush on me.”

More blushing, but luckily she didn't have to answer him immediately. Once again, all the breath left her body as his fingers dipped between her thighs, his hands slowly spreading her legs open. Massaging the sensitive flesh there.

“You don't even know my name,” she whispered.

“I don't need to know your name, I already know everything about you. Pay attention,” Caed instructed, and Dani focused on the pink room. Clary was now on all fours, and seemed to have various objects in just about every usable orifice.

“I'm watching,” Dani assured him. His fingers worked farther up her legs.

“I think you like watching,” he told her. She shook her head.

“I don't. I really don't,” she replied.

Then why don't you close your eyes?

“Hmmm, for some reason, I don't believe you. So tell me, pussycat, how long have you had a thing for me?” he asked. Dani took a deep breath.

“Since the first time I saw you,” she answered truthfully.

“And when was that?”

“You came in with a bachelor party. You didn't notice, but I was one of the servers at your table.”

“I noticed.”

“You didn't.”

“Why do you think I came back?”

Dani was shocked, though she wasn't sure which got to her first, his words, or his fingers. He was at the V in her legs, his fingers pressing down and tracing along the edge of the booty shorts she wore under her skirt. Her eyelids finally fluttered closed.

You should stop him. You don't have to do this, he's nothing to you. You're nothing to him. He doesn't even know your name.

“Because you like strip clubs?” she managed a guess. His fingers worked higher, pressing under the material of the shorts.

“They're okay.”

“This room costs $250 a night, you must like it better than okay,” she replied.

“I told you, I like the company here. Are you watching?” he asked, at the same time his fingers encountered the outline of her underwear.

He doesn't even know your name.

“I can't,” she said, squirming under his touch. Under his power.

“There's a man in the room now,” he whispered, his lips pressed to her ear.

“There is?” she asked, digging her fingernails into the armrests. His own fingers dug into her fishnets, worked between the lines.

“Yes. Do you want to know what he's doing?” Caed asked.

No.

“Yes.”

“He's taking off his belt. She's crawling towards him. Don't you think that's sexy? I always thought that was sexy,” his voice was casual, as if he was describing a movie. As if his fingers weren't tickling at the sides of her panties. She leaned her head back, rested it against his shoulder.

“It sounds sexy,” Dani panted.

“I think you like this,” Caed laughed, his nose brushing against her ear.

“I don't.”

“Really? She's unzipping his pants now, pulling them down. Oh, he's wearing boxers. So out-dated.”

Dani almost laughed at that one.

“What do you wear?” she asked.

“That's awfully personal,” he teased.

“Are you serious?”

“Now she's stroking his cock.”

Whoever this Caedmon was, he knew what he was doing. He knew how to shock her and distract her from the shock, all at once, making it impossible for her to keep track of what was going on or what was going to happen next. She was shocked at the sudden vulgarity, but before she could even react, his fingers were under her panties. Touching her. Stroking her. Moving her.

“Oh my god,” she whispered.

He doesn't know my name. We've never even kissed. His finger is inside of me.

“She's taking him in her mouth. All the way to the base. Talented. Have you ever given a blow job?” Caed asked the question like he was asking the time. She licked her lips.

“Yes.”

“Hmmm, spit or swallow?”

God, don't answer that.

“Spit,” she, of course, answered him.

“Typical. I bet this woman doesn't. I bet she swallows it all,” Caed replied, his fingers moving faster. Dani had trouble breathing.

“She will, she's told me,” Dani breathed. Caed snorted.

“Spoiler alert, thanks. She's moving anyway. Getting on her hands and knees.”

“What's he doing?”

“Getting on his knees behind her. Pressing her head down to the ground. Do you like it from behind?” he asked, his voice casual, once again.

“I ..., I ...,” she couldn't manage a full sentence. A full thought.

I love it. Put me on my on knees. Press me into the ground. Anything you want. Everything you want.

“Oh, she likes it. We can't hear, but it looks like she's being very loud. He's spanking her. Do you like getting spanked?” Caed asked, his face moving along side hers. She kept her eyes closed and turned towards him.

“No, not really,” she answered honestly, really beginning to squirm on top of him. She was shivering all over, her whole body reacting to what he was doing. She'd never had that feeling before, with a man. Only with herself.

“Hmmm, we'll see about that,” he chuckled, his forehead pressing against hers. “He's really fucking her now.”

“Holy shit,” Dani hissed, a tremor ripping through her body.

“He's holding her by the hips, pulling her back into him. I wonder who will come first, you or her,” Caed wondered out loud.

Dani had never come with a man, ever. She'd had sex with three men in her entire life, and there had been lots of boyfriends who had managed to get their hands in her panties, but none had ever gotten an orgasm out of her. Caedmon Llewyn, a man who didn't even know her name, was about to become the first.

“Please,” she whined, not even knowing why she was begging.

“Watch,” he suddenly growled, and his free hand was suddenly gripping her jaw, forcing her head forward. She opened her eyes, took in the sight before her.

Clary was, in fact, on her knees. There was a man in a mask behind her, thrusting away. Cheesy, overly-sexy music was all she could hear, but Dani didn't doubt that Clary was moaning and shrieking. Her mouth was wide open, her face red, one of her hands clawing at the ground. The other hand squeezing her own breast.

Dani had never watched other people have sex before, had never even thought to look into it. Had never thought about it, period.

It was the single most erotic thing she had ever witnessed.

Caed got the answer to his question pretty quickly. He was just working a second finger inside of her when she shook apart. She gasped and cried out, throwing her head back against him, squeezing her eyes shut tight. The hand he had around her jaw moved then, sliding over the satin of her shirt, cupping her breast. She came even harder, squeezing her legs together, trapping his hand in between her thighs.

“You are so beautiful like this,” he whispered in her ear.

She wanted it to last forever. She wanted to cry. She wanted to sing. This man, it was like he had a direct line to her heart. She didn't understand it, didn't know what it was about him. But it was something. Something big. Something she couldn't ignore.

Do I even believe in love at first sight?

Dani let her whole body relax against him, as she gasped for air. The hand on her breast moved away, as did the hand in her underwear. She rubbed her lips together, trying to get control of her breathing as his fingers went back to massaging her thighs.

She wanted to say something. Do something. Move him the way he moved her. Shake his foundation, rattle his walls. Was she even capable of doing that to a man? She didn't know. It had never happened before, she had never tried. Had never wanted to try. But for Caedmon Llewyn, she'd be willing to try anything. Anything at all.