“Jax… let me go… I still hate you…” Lena protested weakly, but her hand was now stroking the thick root of his cock.
“I will,” he murmured, licking a path from her neck back to her ear.
“Only if you let me go first.”
Lena tilted her head involuntarily, giving him better access.
Her breath hitched as his tongue traced her skin.
“See how you’re shaking?” he whispered, voice low and smug.
“Are you throbbing down there for me too?”
Her thighs clenched.
Her body remembered him too well, the way he used to pin her down, the filthy things he’d whisper while thrusting in her, the way he could make her cum until she cried.
For a dangerous second, she almost gave in.
Then a memory hit her like cold water.
That night he came home drunk, shoved her against the wall, and told her she was “just a warm hole” when she tried to talk about her feelings.
The way he laughed when she cried.
The heat in her belly turned to ice.
Lena shoved him hard in the chest.
“Get the fuck off me!”
Jax stumbled back, surprised.
“You think you can just show up, touch me, and I’ll melt like the stupid girl I used to be?” Her voice rose.
“You’re still the same toxic piece of shit. You don’t get to play these games with me anymore. I hate you. I fucking hate you!”
She stormed past him and yanked the door open.
The sudden loss of his body heat made her shiver, but she didn’t look back.
Jax’s laugh followed her down the hallway.
“You can lie to yourself all you want, Lena. But your body already told me the truth.”
She slammed the office door behind her and leaned against the wall, heart racing…
pussy still wet…
all because her body remembered him.
But she wasn’t that girl anymore.
“He will not last a week here,” she swore as she walked.
“I’m going to make him fuck up so badly he humiliates himself in front of everyone.”
Jax was smarter than she remembered though.
When he wasn’t charming VIPs, he was laughing with staff or making sure Lena saw him flirting shamelessly with female customers.
Every time she turned a corner, he was there with that smug grin, and the worst part was that everyone seemed to like him.
The days blurred.
Lena found herself showing up to Zen even when she wasn’t needed.
Alex never asked how things were going.
He just kissed her goodbye every morning and told her to be safe. This story is hosted at g.com.
She told herself it was fine.
She was too busy plotting.
One busy night, Lena was dressed to perform.
Even with her manager title, her natural self always ended up back on the floor.
She had on a tiny black leather thong that barely covered her cheeks, sheer net stockings climbing up her thighs, and a latex crop top hugging her breasts.
The outfit was pure sex, the same energy as her first night at Zen.
She was making her rounds when she heard Jax’s voice from a corner table.
“…so if we follow you to a room…”
“Room? That’s boring.” Jax grinned at the blonde twins across from him.
“I have a small office. Imagine the thrill of my grumpy senior manager walking in on me fucking you on her desk.”
The slimmer twin ran her hands along his chest.
“But if you fuck us both…
who gets your cum?
We don’t share that.”
“The one with the biggest ass, obviously.” He spanked the other twin’s backside and they both giggled.
Flirting and touching a customer?
Lena was done.
She marched to the table.
“Walk away,” she said loudly.
“He has herpes.”
The women left immediately.
Jax’s smile vanished.
He rose to his feet, towering over her.
“You just cost me a whole night of pussies. You are going to pay for that.”
He grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the shared office, slamming the door.
“That is your problem,” Lena said, pulling her wrist free.
“My problem is that Zen has rules and you keep breaking them.”
“I have rules too.
Starting with, don’t interrupt me when you see me with other women just because you’re a jealous bitch.
You’ve been throwing yourself at me for days.
You want me so badly you can’t even stand to see me with someone else.”
“I don’t want you!
I don’t want anything to do with a manipulator like you.
Stop saying the things you used to say to me.
My body remembers and it’s messing with my head.
You are doing this on purpose!”
“Maybe if you finally admitted what you truly want, you’d find some peace.”
“Oh, Alex!
What are you doing here?” Glinda’s muffled voice came from just outside the door.
Lena’s eyes went wide.
“A-Alex?”
“I brought flowers for Lena.
I heard she’s performing tonight.
Where is she?”
“Shit.” Lena grabbed Jax’s hand and pulled him into the wardrobe, clicking it shut behind them.
It was cramped and dark.
Jax’s chest pressed against her back, his breath warm on her neck, his body scent filling the small space in a way that wasn’t helping anything.
“Why are we hiding?” he whispered.
Lena didn’t answer.
She was asking herself the same thing.
Why did I hide?
Is it because Alex might see us and think something is happening?
“Shh. Keep quiet and don’t say anything stupid until they leave.”
Jax chuckled softly against her neck.
“That’s hard to do in a space this small… especially with an ass like yours.” He pressed his hard bulge firmly against her cheeks and Lena’s breath hitched.
“Jax, please,” she whispered.
“Cooperate.”
The office door opened.
“Oh, she’s not here,” Alex said.
“I’ll go find her,” Glinda replied.
“I’ll wait.”
In the wardrobe, Jax’s lips found her ear.
“He’s going to sit there. What do we do while we’re stuck in here…” His finger traced the hem of her leather thong, teasing the edge where fabric met skin.
“Please,” Lena breathed, her voice shaky.
“Cooperate.”
“Fine…” Jax sighed.
He withdrew his finger.
Lena’s stomach did a sick roll even as she exhaled with relief.
“…only if you spread your legs for my finger.”