Summary: Jasper Hale, owner of a popular photography studio, decides to go to a strip club. There he meets Leah, a stripper that caught his eye from the moment he walked through the door.
Rated M: For extremely vulgar language, sex scenes, etc.( You have been warned.) For mature and older audiences ONLY.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. Stephenie Meyer does.
Fifteen minutes ago, I had just had the best fuck of my life, and now I'm just laying here- relishing in the moment of relaxing next to a beautiful woman. I exhaled through my nose softly, completely content. I wouldn't mind hanging around- even if Mike was still in the club somewhere with that blonde chick. Shit what was her name?
Meredith?
Morgan?
Oh that's right. Miranda.
There was no doubt in my mind that those two were fucking in one of the bathroom stalls nearby, and I rolled my eyes at the thought.
Grinning, I looked over to the black-haired seductress next to me, who had been pretty quiet since we fucked.
" So what's your name?"
She propped against the headboard next to me- clad in nothing but her panties and a short, purple silk robe- the front barely covering her breasts as she crossed her legs, content. A puff of white smoke evaporated from her lips as she blew, a white cigarette limp between her thin fingers. She exhaled, sighing as her eyes focused ahead of her, seemingly in deep thought- but chuckled when I spoke to her.
" Leah." She leaned over a little to tap the cigarette against a silver ashtray I hadn't noticed before.
" Beautiful name for an equally beautiful woman." I complimented, looking over to her.
" I can't say I haven't heard that one before." She replied, sighing.
" I mean it." She looked down at me, smirking a little.
" The sex was great and all Jasper, but I really do have to get back to work soon."
I arched a brow, jokingly. " So what, I can't stick around?"
She chuckled. " I'm sure you're aware by now that I keep my business environment professional. That means as soon as the deed is done, I get paid- and we both go on our merry ways. It's just the way this transaction works." She explained.
I nodded, smirking. " I am aware of that." She puffed out another cloud of smoke, and I watched as it disappeared as a faint ring. I scrunched my nose at the smell.
" You don't like cigarettes?" She asked, and I pressed my lips together.
" A beautiful woman like yourself shouldn't be smoking. It's- bad for your health, not to mention completely unlady-like."
" You'd be surprised at how unlady-like I can be."
I stifled a groan at those words- a few particular images- popping into my head. " I'm serious."
She chuckled.
" Honey, I'm gonna die anyway. I might as well enjoy myself."
I smiled and nodded slowly. Point taken.
I sat up, stretching a little- clad in my boxers, and reached over to grab my coat. The pocket inside held a couple hundred bills I had stuffed there for the bar, and held it between my fingers as I stood up from the bed. I gestured the cash towards her and she took it, her eyes slowly taking in just how much money I had given her. They widened in shock as I grabbed my shirt, shrugging it on. I fixed the collar and cuffs.
" Holy shit! Four-hundred bucks? When you said you were rich you weren't kidding were you?" I cocked my head to the side and grinned. Her eyes were as big as saucers, and her mouth hung open a bit as she set her cigarette down next to her to count the small wad.
" Darlin', I never joke about things like that." I drawled matter-of-factly. She stuffed the money in the front of her underwear.
" What is it exactly that you do?" I slipped on my trousers, fixing the belt and faced her- smirking.
" Why? Would you like to have a Round Two of fifteen minutes ago?"
" If you keep paying me like this- why the hell not?" I chuckled. I wouldn't exactly mind fucking her again before I left.
My dick definitely didn't mind another go, and I still had a couple of hundreds left that could easily satisfy her.
But let's just say- I would rather prolong the idea.
" Tempting, kitten- but I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline."
She folded her arms over her chest. " You're fucking with me right?"
" I'm afraid I'm not- at least not right now." I retorted teasingly, and slipped on my socks and shoes. She fumed on the bed, folding her arms over those enticing caramel-colored breasts I had the pleasure of tasting and squeezing earlier and I couldn't help but ogle her.
Damn she was too fucking sexy to be real.
" Stop trying to seduce me Leah- it's not working." I said, though my voice said quite the opposite. I swallowed and she moved into a crouch before me, crawling on the sheets- approaching me slowly. Her robe started to sway- and I immediately got a fantastic view of her tits once more. I pressed my lips together as I grew hard- cursing the female's ability to bait even the strongest of men.
Her eyes lowered slowly to my crotch and she bit her lip. " Oh it's not is it?"
" What happened to keeping a 'professional business environment'? I quoted, amused. " I'm sure you have countless others waiting for you out there too." I cocked my head behind me, gesturing towards the front of the club, where her dancer friends were keeping the other guests entertained.
" Yeah." She agreed, tilting her head a little to expose her neck. I gulped. " But they can wait, can't they?"
I growled and hurled myself at her, pinning her arms to the bed. I felt her chest rumble under mine- and then realized she was laughing. It died down a few seconds later as she made eye contact with me- pretty fucking alarmed that I had pounced on her like that. I smirked, and leaned down to whisper in her ear, my lips dangerously close to the lobe of her ear.
I ground myself on her as I licked the side her ear- just for the hell of it- even if it ultimately pleasured the both of us.
" I am going to leave now darlin', and you're going to stop trying to be so fucking sexy and let me. If I stay here and take you now I might not be able to control myself. I'll end up fucking you so hard you won't be able to work here anymore because you might be brain dead for weeks. So if you want to keep your mind in its entirety and your pussy fully functioning, I suggest you let me go."
I pulled away from her and released myself off of her and off of the bed. She stared up at me- eyes wide and mouth hung agape.
I beamed, shrugging on my coat. " And who knows? I might even become a regular. You're my favorite after all."
As I neared the door, I realized she hadn't moved from her spot- but heard her gasp softly, and I chuckled, having that effect on her.
And now she knew just how much she was affecting me.
Author's Note: So after some MAJOR thought, I decided to make this one shot into a story.
Thank you to all that have alerted and reviewed, and I look forward to updating sooner now that Summer is just around the corner.
How are you liking Jasper so far? Is he as sexy to you as I think of him to be? That accent does things to me.
And what about Leah?
Do they make the perfect duo?
Reviews make me happy. :)
