I grit my teeth harder, grabbing the stripper and holding her down as my cock starts to spasm violently. I’m not ready to cum yet. I want to watch this girl on stage dance. But just looking at her is doing it for me like nothing else. I can feel my balls begin to fucking tighten up. I don’t want to lose myself so quick.
I slow down my thrusts and feel myself start to get control back. Marta looks back at me. “Why’d you slow down, Sire?” she asks.
But I’m not paying attention to Marta. My eyes are focused on the main stage. At the beautiful woman who’s dancing. I’m timing my strokes to her moves. She looks up at the private room and for a second I think she can see through the one-sided mirrors.
Fuck.
Alicia
Okay, can I just say for my own self-defense that when Samantha Scar, the District Attorney for New York State walked into the offices of The News of the Times, I never really thought that sitting in on the meeting would lead me to getting ready to go on stage at a strip club.
I mean, come on, hello, can we say surreal? This just happens to be the day that I just caught my asshole boyfriend, sorry ex-boyfriend, cheating on me.
But actually, you know, I've got to be honest with you. If I can't be honest with you, there's really no point in this, is there? :)
And if I'm being honest with you, the truth is that I'm really not that sad because of Jake anymore. There's only one thought going through my head right now.
Revenge. Not on Jake. But on Derrick Blaine.
Derrick is the reason why Jake is the way he is. People like Jake look up to people like Derrick. He makes using and losing women look sexy and cool. He made tormenting me look like the popular thing to do.
So when Samantha walked in, I was all ears. I was sitting in Mike’s office. He had also invited Danielle Marlowe, the CEO of the paper to join us.
"We're going to take that man down," the District Attorney said. "And this paper is going to help me do just that."
I was curious at first how this was going to happen, but she just looked at me. "You're the reporter that grew up in St. Livy, right?" she asked. I nodded with a startled expression. She'd done her homework. "Alicia Bayer, right?"
I nodded again, too surprised to even speak.
“Alicia is one of our smartest up-and-coming employees," Mike said. "She regularly writes on Page Eight."
I rolled my eyes. I'd just drafted my first draft of a Page Eight piece that morning - about the
antics of Prince Blaine, but I guess that meant regularly when talking to the District Attorney. To date, I could count on one hand how many times I'd been allowed to land on Page Eight - but hopefully that luck would change. People in the industry looked to Page Eight as the gold standard for career launch pads – everyone in the newspaper wanted to be there.
"What are you writing about what happened this morning?" Samantha asked me, her eyes sharply descending on me.
"Well," I said taking a deep breath. "I talked to some people. I'm still waiting to hear back..."
If I bring charges against him, he could lose his visa and be deported from the country," Samantha said, cutting me off. "I want you to include that. Tell them you got it from a source."
I gulped. That was a little extreme, wasn't it? I didn't like him at all, but to kick him out?
"Okay," I mumbled and took down some notes.
"But," Samantha continued, not even paying me any attention, "Before I can deport him, we need to really get some dirt on the scumbag," she said.
I was nodding my head. Okay, I could go along with getting dirt.
"We need to get close to him. We need to get into his head," Samantha continued. Both Mike and Danielle were nodding their heads.
"We need to get him to tell us what his dirty laundry is," Samantha spoke, as if in a trance at this point. "The public still loves him to an extent. They think he's a goofy, self-destructively nice guy just because he's handsome. They love to hate him."
I didn't know where this was going just yet, but I waited for Samantha to finish. "We need to show him that he's dangerous to them," she said, getting up out of her chair. "And with public opinion against him, they’ll beg me to press charges against him. And before you know it, bye bye Prince."
Mike and Danielle looked at her and I thought I saw fear in their eyes. She nodded to them one last time before turning around and walking out of the floor towards the elevators.
A part of me was wondering how one District Attorney could tell a newspaper editors and the CEO what to do and walk out in such a fashion. My questions were answered when Mike turned to me.