Alaska looked around the packed club. It wasn't really her scene. She didn't party much, and the music was too loud and so not what she usually listened to. But it was still nice that her big sisters Nikki and Brie had taken her out to celebrate her birthday. The big 30.
"Chill out, Al. You look great tonight," Nikki said.
"Don't call me that," Alaska said. "You know I don't like it when you shorten my name.
"Whatever," Nikki rolled her eyes. "You still look great though."
Alaska looked down at the black cocktail dress she was wearing. Nikki's dress. Nikki had fought her on wearing heels too, but at least Brie had taken her side in that matter. Brie usually sided with Nikki, but even Brie perferred a flat shoe. Nikki had ended up allowing Alaska to wear her black, strappy sandals with a closed heel.
"We need to get you a man," Nikki said.
"I'm in no rush," Alaska said.
"You're dried up," Nikki laughed and looked around. "Let's see what we got."
"You want me to find a drunk man in this place to bone?" Alaska asked.
"Well, hello there, mister hottie," Brie smirked. "Up by the bar. Big man. Long hair. Tribal tattoo on his arm. He's gorgeous."
Alaska looked up at the man. Brie was right. He was gorgeous. His hair was pulled back in a bun, making her wonder how long it was. He was staring right at her. Not a creepy stare. A warm stare. A welcoming stare. And his lips slowly curled up in a sideways smirk.
"Go talk to him," Brie said.
"What? No! He's way out of my league," Alaska said.
"A bit of makeup, and you'll look just like us. If only you would listen and take hints sometimes," Nikki said.
"I'm not a doll," Alaska said.
"If it wasn't for us sharing our brown eyes and hair, I'd think you were adopted," Nikki said.
Brie snickered at that comment. The twins always sided with each other, leaving Alaska to fight on her own.
"Go ask him if you can buy him a drink," Nikki said.
"No, I'm good," Alaska said.
"You promised to let us control your birthday," Brie winked at her twin. "So go buy him a drink and take it from there. It doesn't mean you have to fuck him."
"But you will," Nikki laughed.
"Fine, I'll go," Alaska said annoyed. "But only to prove you both wrong."
She swallowed hard as she crossed the floor towards the man. He kept his eyes on her, clearly knowing she was heading towards him. She finally made it, and she had to remember how to breathe when she saw him up close. He was already gorgeous from afar, but he was a fucking Adonis up close.
"Hi," she felt nervous. "I'm Alaska."
"Roman," he smiled.
"Can I buy you a drink?" She asked.
"A lemon soda," he answered.
"Soda? On a Saturday night out in a club?" She asked.
"You should get the same. I'd like for you to stay sober for our night together," he said.
She coughed and laughed. Not the words she had expected to hear.
"You're a straight shooter," she said.
"I find it's the best way forward in life," he said.
"So you think I'll sleep with you?" She asked.
"I know you will," he smirked.
She had no idea what to say. The bartender was the most welcomed man when he suddenly leaned over the counter. She should ask for something with a great amount of alcohol in it for herself. Something to tell this stranger that she was not his personal plaything tonight.
"What can I get you?" He asked.
"Two lemon sodas," she answered.
The stranger smirked. She blushed when she looked back at him. She knew she had just agreed with him by asking for a lemon soda for herself too. A hand landed on her shoulder, and she turned her head to see her two big sisters standing there.
"We're heading home," Brie said.
"What? You're leaving me here?" Alaska asked.
"You're in safe hands," Brie grinned at Roman.
"We'll see you tomorrow for lunch at Banks' Buffet," Nikki said. "Play safe, Al."
"Don't call me that," Alaska said.
Her sisters just laughed and walked away. She looked at Roman again, feeling even more nervous now.
"You don't like being called Al?" He asked.
"It makes me sound like a man," she answered.
"Yeah, it does," he chuckled.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her close. He leaned down so his mouth was next to her ear. He reached around and squeezed her ass.
"Don't worry, Alaska, I'll call you whatever you want me to. And I can't wait to hear you moan my name," he said.
The bartender came back with their lemon sodas, and they broke apart. He kept an amused smile on his face, watching her as she almost swallowed her soda in one go. She was a cute thing for sure. Nervous. Probably her first time with a man like him. He didn't mind though. He drank his soda and put the empty glass down.
"Should we go?" He asked.
"Your place or mine?" She asked.
"Yours," he answered.
A short cab ride later, and she unlocked the door to her apartment.
"Sorry about the mess," she said.
He looked around quickly. It was a nice three bedroom apartment. He spotted an open door with a bed in the next room. Their destination.
"I don't care about the mess," he pulled her close. "I care about giving you pleasure."
"You're really straight forward," she said.
"And you like it," he said.
He lifted her up, and she squealed in surprised. He couldn't help but smile. Even her squeal sounded cute. With all the women he had been with, only a few stood out that he still remembered. He already knew she would be one as he carried her the short distance to the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed, and started pushing her dress up.
"Roman," she grabbed his hair.
"You just let me do what I do best," he said.
"I wanna kiss you," she begged.
He could do that. Not a problem for him. He never took the lead on that. Not all the women he was with wanted that part of him. He felt something different when his lips connected with hers. Once again he knew she was gonna be one to remember. His hand slid down in her panties, finding her more than ready to go.
"You're so wet," he kissed down her neck.
He slid two fingers into her, finding her sweet spot instantly. He worked his fingers to perfection, raising his head to see her fall apart. Her moans and cries were beautiful, and it was clear that she had been in need of a good orgasm. She opened her eyes, and was met by a boyish smirk.
"It's been a while, hasn't it?" He asked.
"You have no idea," she answered.
"Don't worry, I'll take such good care of you," he said.
He pulled the dress off her, and smirked at the sight of her breasts. Small and natural like one of her sisters. He wasn't sure which one, and it didn't matter. He had no interest in any of the twins. His sole focus was on her in front of him. He slid her panties down her legs and pushed her legs apart, teasing her clit with his thumb while managing to open his jeans with his free hand. She raised her head to see him pull his dick out.
"Fuck!" She burst out.
"That was the plan," he smirked.
"You're gonna break me in half with that monster," she said.
"Do you wanna stop?" He asked.
"I didn't say that," she quickly said.
He chuckled, leaned down and kissed her knee, and then moved out of the bed. She watched as he undressed and rolled on a condom. He pulled out the elastic, letting his long hair flow freely. He wasn't sure why women always had a thing for his hair but they did. She was no different by the smile that appeared on her face.
"How would you like it? Do you wanna stay like this, or stand on all four? Or are you one of those wanting to be in charge and ride me?" He asked.
"Will you find it boring if I stay like this?" She asked.
"Not at all," he answered.
He crawled up between her legs, running his dick teasingly outside her entrance.
"Roman!" She whimpered.
"So impatient," he smirked as he pushed the head inside. "And so fucking wet. Damn, Alaska, you're dripping all over the place."
"You can blame yourself for that," she said.
He chuckled and pushed all the way inside. She let out a long moan, already panting by that simple movement. He held still, feeling her walls squeeze him like crazy. Clearly it had been a while.
"Are you ready, Alaska?" He asked.
"Yeah," she whispered.
His lips found her neck again as he started thrusting into her. His hands roamed her body on all the right places, touching and squeezing, doing everything he could to give her a good experience.
"God, Roman!" She moaned.
"Let go, baby girl," he raised his head to watch her. "Let go."
She arched her back and cried out. She was beautiful to watch as she fell apart underneath him. He kept thrusting through her cries, cumming too in the process. He didn't hold still until she did. He slowly pulled out of her, leaned back on his heels, and pulled the condom off. She was blissfully unaware to anything going on around her. She laid with her eyes closed and a little smile on her face. She felt him lean down again, and his lips met hers in a soft kiss.
"Happy birthday, Alaska," he said.
Her eyes flew open in surprise.
"How do you know it's my birthday?" She asked.
"Your sisters told me when they booked me," he answered.
"Booked you? What do you mean?" She asked.
"Wait, you don't know?" He looked surprised. "They said you picked me out on the website."
Everything suddenly seemed so clear. She hadn't been wrong when she thought she was out of his league. He would never have picked her out on his own. He was paid to fuck her. Booked by her own sisters. They played it off as a birthday present, but she knew better. She pushed her way out of the bed and away from him, finding the cocktail dress on the floor and got back in it in record speed. She couldn't stand being naked around him for another second. She felt dirty.
"I thought you knew," he said again.
"You're a whore!" She snarled.
"Gigolo," he corrected her.
"Oh, it's only alright to call women whores?" She spat.
"No, I think they prefer being called prostitutes," he said.
"You're a fucking whore!" She yelled. "Get out!"
She looked down at the floor, clearly embarrassed. He started dressing without a word. He felt bad for her. He really thought she had known. He would never have played her like this if he had known she was in the dark about the whole thing.
"I can't believe they did this to me," she sniffled.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"Get out!" She yelled.
He walked fast out of her apartment. It wasn't until he was outside that he realized he had taken the condom with him in all the confusion. He looked at it. With his line of work, he didn't always cum. It was all about the women's pleasure. He was a service to them. Alaska hadn't just made him cum. She had made him cum big time. He threw the condom in a nearby trash can.
He sighed and pulled his hair back up in a bun. This wasn't right. This wasn't how he worked. It was all about consent in his line of work, and those damn twin sisters had done their sister wrong. Maybe that was why she had felt so special. She had no idea what he was. She had no expectations to what he could do. She was acting on pure instincts and lust because she had seen him in the club and found him attractive, and he had been part of screwing her over thanks to her sisters. He felt angry, hurt, and weirdly used as he walked home.