I Want Her, I Want Her Not

Ramon

She confused the hell out of me. One minute she's agreeing to let me feel her up and then the next she's running away. But what really confused me is how she acted like nothing ever happened as soon as she got on stage. And I saw her face. I saw her. She looked like she was going to have a panic attack on that stage and then it's like she puts on a mask to hide it all. I keep telling myself that she's just a stripper, I can't claim her. She most likely won't even come to terms with my lifestyle. As much as she enlarges the burning flame inside of me. I can't.

I let out a frustrated breath and rub at my temples as I'm looking over the proposal offer from a company. I shouldn't be thinking about that stripper anyway. For her own good, I really have to let her be.

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Celestia

I pull at the neckline of my blouse once more, trying so hard to cover the bruise this man gave me the night before. I didn't even realize that he had given me a hickey until I took a shower this morning. I also fix my pencil skirt once more before I walk in. The lights are already on when I got to work so I'm betting that Mr. Osgood is already in his office and that he's been here during the wee hours of the morning. This is weird considering he was up all night at the club trying to talk to me. I had avoided him all night. Hiding from room to room. I even disguised myself with a wig. I shake my head at the thought of him searching for me all night, waiting for the elevator doors to open. When I stepped into his office, I found him sitting at the large glass desk he used for meeting instead of his usual desk in the corner. No random female in his lap today either.

"Here's your coffee Mr. Osgood," I say as I place it down beside him.

"Thank you," he mumbles without tearing his eyes away from the papers in front of him.

"Are you okay? You look very exhausted." I asked.

He finally looks up at me. Confusion in his eyes.

"Are you okay?" I repeat.

"Oh, yes, I'm fine. Just stayed up all night."

"Yes, I heard you stopped by at a placed you owned."

"You knew about that?"

"Y-yes, I found out from James, he works there. It's a club nearby right?"

"It is. It's a strip club if you don't know."

"Oh I know, may I ask why?"

"Why what?"

"Why own a strip club?"

"It was my father's. Not only did I take over this business of his when he died, but I also took every place he owned as well."

"Makes sense," I say as I pull at my neckline again. "Anyway, I'll head back downstairs just ring me if you need me," I add as I turn to leave.

"Wait," he says as he pulls at my sleeve. His brows furrow together as he stares at the side of my shoulder. "What happened there?" he asks as he nods toward my bruise.

I quickly pull away and cover it up with my blouse once more.

"It's nothing, just a rash. That's all."

"Your lying. You know I don't like being lied to. I'm not dumb Ms. Crowe, I can tell the difference between a rash and a hickey."

"Fine. Yes, it's a hickey but what is on my body is none of your business."

"That may be true but I'm the one who placed it on you so it does make it my business."

My entire body froze in place as he said that. He figured out who I was quick. Maybe he wasn't as stupid as I thought he'd be.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about."

He stands up and what he does next makes every hair on my body stick up. He grabs both of my wrists and swiftly turns me so that I am now sitting on his desk.

"This is the last time you will lie to me, Ms. Crowe. Or should I say Cherry Pop," he says as he gives me a deadly stare. I can see the hint of lust in his eyes as he looks at me and my insides jump. Bad. Bad reaction.

"I-"

"I'm not done. First question. And I swear if you lie to me I will not hesitate to spank that pretty ass of yours that you oh so love to show off. Why did you run last night?"

I swallow at the vulgarity of his words. The look in his eyes and his tone say that he meant what he said.

"Don't make me repeat myself."

"I-" I sigh. "I ran away because when you took off your mask I realized that you were the owner of the club and it felt weird since you are also my boss here." I breathe out.

"Is that why you didn't want to take off your mask?"

"No. I just don't like the fact that you stared me down as if I was a piece of meat. And also, I was able to hide my identity for the night and just let go. Without anyone having to know who I was. Besides, when you asked to feel me up at the time I didn't know you were who you were so I agreed thinking I agreed to a total stranger."

"So you're embarrassed that I had touched you?"

"I'm embarrassed that my boss touched me."

"We're both grown adults. What's wrong with that? I didn't touch you without permission."

"I know, but it still feels weird. Can I leave now?"

"No. I'm not done with you."

"Yes, you are Mr. Osgood."

"Don't test me. I will paddle your ass."

"I am not one of the bimbo females that you can just play with."

"Of course, you aren't. I never said or implied that you were. You wanna know what I was thinking about before you came in? You, but of course, I had no idea until I saw the hickey on your shoulder. You confuse me, Ms. Crowe. When you're at work you seem as if you're almost scared of me. But yet you seem very confident when you work at the club."

"I'm not scared of you and I never will be. I don't bow down, get one my knees, or obey for no man whatsoever."

"You don't think I can make you?"

I have no idea what came over me but I sit down on his desk, partially because I was tired of using my arms to lean against it and partially because the bold side of me wanted to see if he meant what he said.

"I know you can't" I smirk as I flick his chin up with my finger.

"Now I'm really going to paddle your ass."

He grabs a remote on the desk and with a click of a button the glass that his entire office is made up of is now foggy. He stares back at me with the same intensity and lust in his eyes as before.

"Fuck, your confusing," he says.

He smashes his lips against mine and for a second I don't know what to do. Before I can stop myself I start to kiss him back with the same hunger. I grab him by the collar of his button-down and pull him closer. After a few minutes, I'm pulling back to get a couple of breaths in and out.

"I am confusing." I breathe.

"I can't do this," he says as he begins to pull away from me.

"Now who's the confusing one?"

"No, you don't understand. I'm not like most men."

"How so?"

"I don't date, you know this. I'm always with a different woman. I- I tend to be controlling. We shouldn't be doing this."

"You're right," I say. But in my head, I'm saying the opposite as I pull him back to kiss him again. I'll admit it. I've never been this close enough to Mr. Osgood so fast. I should be downstairs. I shouldn't be with a man like him. Especially under these circumstances. But a part of me is hooked on his addicting scent of peppermint with a hint of leather.

"Celestia," he growls into my mouth.

"Yes?" I say as I move slightly back. Mostly because I realized that this was the first time he's said my first name since I've been hired.

"May I touch you?"

Red flows my cheeks as I nod. Aching for the feel of his fingers again. He smiles and starts to trail his hands on my thighs. He reaches under my skirt and I'm both physically and mentally ready for him to fill me with his fingers but that doesn't happen. He quickly hooks both of his hands under my thighs and lifts me right off the table. He sits down in his chair and places me so that I'm laying on my stomach on his lap. I look up at him in confusion and he bends down to whisper in my ear.

"I didn't forget. I meant what I said," he says as his fingers push up my skirt and draw lazy circles on each ass cheek. "I'm going to turn them red. Like that number, you wore last night. Really drove me crazy. Red's a great color on you."

He squeezes my ass and I gasp when I feel the sting of his palm as he strikes it. He rubs at the spot and repeats it all over. Every time he does it. I feel a new sense of the sensation. It almost feels as if I'm becoming deliquescent. On the seventh time instead of a strike like I was expecting, I feel him slide my underwear to the side, nearly snapping it, and shove two fingers inside of me. I moan loudly and he pushes in deeper.

"Shit. Celestia. You're so wet for me aren't you." he groans.

"I- Yes!"

"Good girl."

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"What's up with you and Osgood?" asks James.

"Nothing," I say.

James looks at me with a look that says he doubts it and I sigh, plopping myself down on my chair in front of the mirror. I had a good twenty minutes before I got on stage.

"I don't know. It's, It's complicated." I reply.

"As long as your both good and know what you're doing," he warns.

"What's complicated?" questions Lucy as she hands me over a ginger ale can.

"Celestia over here got fucked by Mr. Osgood."

"What?! Her boss who's also this club's owner?"

"Yep, the same one. And for your information, Ramon and I didn't fuck." I say as I narrow my eyes at James.

"Oh, he's Ramon now, so what did happen then."

"He just felt me up really," I say as my cheeks turn red from remembering the events that happened earlier.

"Mmmhmm. As long as y'all are happy and you know what you're getting yourself into," says Lucy.

"That's exactly what I told her." seconds James.

"Yeah, yeah, don't y'all come attacking me now," I say as I get up to find my rhinestone heels for tonight. It seems that we're having more and more themes each night and honestly I kinda like the change. Tonight was disco night and I had on a bra and a pair of cheeky underwear all covered in white rhinestones. The heels I found matched them as well. I took the rest of the time gluing rhinestones and body gems to my face and certain parts of my body before we went on. As I performed, I searched the crowd for Ramon but he was nowhere in sight.

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Ramon

I press the pad of my thumb against my teeth as I stare at her from the dark corners of the room. She was looking for me. I could tell. I watched as her eyes searched the crowd over and over as she moved. I thought about letting her see me. But I fought myself to stay where I was. I've never really been into strip clubs as much as my father was but she has me coming here every night that she's here. Celestia was unlike any woman I have ever been with. She'd be such a good match for the dom side of me. But she doesn't listen, she's like a flame that can't be tamed. I like more of an Anastasia Steel kind of gal. Celestia however is more like a Mimi from Bitter Moon. But that doesn't mean I don't have what it takes to claim her.