Chapter 13 He's got an excellent body

I looked in surprise at the masterpiece I had just bitten out, but I had only been trying to break free of his grip and hadn't expected to bite to bleeding.
"I'm just a stripper and I haven't received your check, so you're not my guest right now, please let me go."
"What if I say no?"
His expression grew dangerous as his eyes narrowed slightly, and the words he spoke made me feel fear.
"By the way, I've given the check to your boss."
Seeing the look of horror I had begun to get on his face, he added.
"Oh, damn Tom, I'm really going to be screwed by his thirst for money."
At the point in my mind, I had sent Tom to hell to be tested by the fires of hell and made him suffer the consequences for taking the money and not telling me.
"That's just the price of one dance. It doesn't include sleeping with you!"
My tone was very forceful, refusing to let him make more moves on me.
"I want to sleep with you and have sex with you. Name your price."
I refused to look at him and he grabbed my cheek forcefully, making me look straight at him with the most unreasonable words coming out of his mouth.
"Damn it, why can t you understand what I'm saying? I'm not a whore! I'm not going to sleep with you, much less have sex with you!"
I was completely enraged by his remark. He had made me feel insulted in a way I had never experienced before, and for two days in a row!
"You're an interesting woman, and I'm interested in you, and my cock only reacts to you."
Not only did he not get angry at my anger, he actually exhaled out a breath and seemed to relax.
"Damn you! your interest means nothing for me! I won't accept your demands! I won't accept your humiliation!"
I try to keep my emotions from being covered in anger, and I keep myself from expressing my anger in a roaring voice.
"First of all, my name isn't Damn, call me Damon. Secondly, it seems like you are very sick of money and I can give you lots of money, and finally I can give you time to think about it and sign a contract that you can be completely comfortable with me."
Damon didn't let go of the hand cupping my cheek. He was still making a deal with me, while giving me his name.
"I'll fuck you first, second and last!"
My anger had shot through the roof, completely overshadowing my sanity, and I was no longer able to control my body very well.
After I yelled those words, I gained the strength from somewhere to instantly break free of Damon's grip and use my long and slender legs to deliver a vicious flying kick to Damon's male genitalia.
Of course, it was only what I thought was using my whole body, and to Damon it looked like a child's attack, not the slightest bit dangerous.
Without any surprise, my flying leg was dodged by him.
But I lost my weight from this flying leg and my whole body started to fall backward, Damon instantly grabbed my hand and pulled it towards him, the next moment I followed the force and directly fell into Damon's arms.
He put his other arm across the bend of my calf and picked me up horizontally, my entire body in his arms and in his grasp.
"Little fox, You've managed to pique my interest, and now I only want to make love with you alone," he said as he carried me towards the couch's and then dropped me on it while his massive body pressed against mine.
His kiss landed on my neck, and he ran his tongue along the line of my neck over and over, and I let out a very reluctant and unreserved muffled grunt.
"Hmmm..."
Damon rested his forehead against mine and I could feel his sincerity at this moment.
But that doesn't mean I'm going to agree to his terms.
"Look, you're equally interested in me, so why reject me? Just follow your heart."
Damon's low voice rang in my ears again, and he really was a demon, gradually luring me towards the abyss behind him.
He grabbed one of my hands and led it around his body.
From his chest, to his abs, finally reaching the depths of his blazing thighs and forcing me to grab his already very hard organ.
I felt that thing pulsing in my palm, I felt my body shaking uncontrollably as well, and I even felt the urge to make love to him already in my body as well.
Damon shuddered like he'd been electrocuted as my hand touched his throbbing organ.
I seized the opportunity and instantly fled the couch, escaping his grasp.
Taking three steps to the door of the room, I reached out and turned the doorknob, opened the door, looked back at him, and said very seriously.
"I'm not a prostitute, just a stripper! Please respect my profession."
"You need money, I have money, I need sex and only have feelings for you, and I think it's a win-win for both of us."
Damon lay on the couch and me in a final negotiation, while I didn t want to continue talking to him, so I strode out of the room.
"I'll give you three days to think about it, Tom has my contact and I'll be waiting to hear from you."
I had walked ten meters away and still heard Damon yelling behind me.
Jenny was drawn out by the sound of his voice and saw a haggard-faced me.
"Oh my God, sweetheart, did you have sex with him? Why are there hickeys and scratches all over your body?"
"Don't say the word 'sex , I just want to go home and sleep now!"
I reached up and put my hand on Jenny's arm holding me up. As all my strength was used up, I had to rely on her to drag me towards the changing rooms.
Tom also heard the commotion and rushed over, looking at my wretched state with a surprising lack of guilt and even a gleam of gossip on his face.
"Is this a promise you made to him?"
"Tom you bastard, you knew what he was up to didn't you!"
I heard Tom's question and picked up an object from the table and threw it right over.
"I think he's perfect for you, and you should really think about it."
I ignored any more of Tom's words and just let Jenny shoo him out of the dressing room, changing silently myself and trying to get home as soon as possible.
An hour later, I finally dragged my exhausted body and collapsed into bed at home.
I'd taken a shower, but the smell of Damon still lingered on my body, which made it impossible to get him out of my head.
Jenny was lying beside me as she counted the hickeys on my body.
"Are you sure you won't say yes to him?"
"Jenny, I'm not a whore."
I told Jenny everything that had happened in the room, and Jenny, while angry at some of the strong-arm measures Damon had taken against me, suggested that I agree to his terms.
"He didn't treat you like a whore, did he?"
Jenny stared into my eyes, dragging her chin in earnest.
"I think you should know whether what he said was true or not, and you really need the money now, don't you?"
Jenny wasn't wrong, I did need the money badly. Eric's condition always put my mind at ease and if I could get the funds together to do it quicker, I thought there was still a good hope that Eric would be cured.
"Is he well built? Does he have a big thing?"
"Are you sure you don't want to try him?"
"Hasn't it been a long time since you've been exposed to a man since your ex-boyfriend?"
While I was still mentally figuring out how much more money I needed to make to come up with the money for the surgery, Jenny's question came up again.
Her focus was always on these issues, and I couldn't help but think back to the touch in my hands during the private dance studio I was in earlier.
"Indeed as excellent as he looks."
Sometimes I think God is not fair, why Damon shows everything is so good, even his body and qualities are the same. He is simply God's favorite and he s excellent in all ways, of course his bad character doesn't count.
And my poor brother Eric was a stark contrast to Damon, having to go through so much torture from a fate from birth.
I had to do something for Eric, it was only right that a kid as cute as Eric should live like normal kids of his age.