His Little Miss.

Isabella's POV

He asked if he could fuck me for a thousand dollars. I smiled, licked my lips, and whispered, "Baby, your money's not the problem. Staying alive is."

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I'm a stripper by night and a Sunday School teacher by day. They call me Sister Bella, but at night, they scream just Bella.

It's my club-hour tonight and I'm out to make some cash again.

The music throbbed through the club as I wrapped my thighs around the pole, my oiled skin catching the lights like gold on fire.

It's no doubt when they say strip clubs smell like regret, cum, and expensive liquor. I smell like danger, and they still line up for a taste.

As I spun around the pole, his eyes were locked on me, he barely even blinked.

His eyes weren't leaving my body, not even for a second. So I swayed my hips towards him, perhaps he wants to go private with me.

The moment I got close to him, he grabbed my hips and bounced me on his lap, his breath hot against my neck.

"Blow me," he said. I replied, "Six hundred, upfront."

"VIP?" He whispered.

"Let's go." I mumbled as I led him towards the darkened hallway beyond the flashing lights of the club. This is what I usually do. I take men to quiet corners, and give them just enough to keep them satisfied.

I pushed him down onto a couch and the club music swallowed his groan as I knelt between his legs.

He tossed out a bundle of cash, and placed it on my palm, his hungry eyes still on me.

I knew what he gave me was way more than my rate. I gathered my hair into a tight bun and wrapped my fingers around his dick, flicking my tongue just at the tip of his hardened crown before sliding it into my delicious mouth.

I leaned in slowly, letting my breath brush slightly across his rigid length like a soft breeze.

My lips parted softly, just enough for his crown to enter my mouth, but I still didn't take him in-not entirely.

He let out a low exhale, as he used his thighs to keep me grounded, his muscles popping out like they were begging me to do more sinful things to him.

I continued to caress his length with my fingers, still slow and unhurried, carefully stroking his shaft like I was handling something delicate.

His entire body vibrated under my touch, and I smiled, loving the power and dominance that came with the silence.

He stretched forward in submission, but mostly in anticipation.

I slowly let my breath fan gently across his length, then I placed a light kiss on it.

Finally, I tilted her head and dragged my wet tongue slowly along his shaft, starting from the crown and gliding upward in one long, lazy stroke.

My tongue was flat against his thickness, savoring the salty taste of his skin and pre-cum.

I could feel the heat radiating from his hardness, pulsing with life under my tongue.

I suddenly paused at his crown, letting my tongue teasingly flick lightly against the tiny slit on his dick, before recoiling with maddening impulse.

The moment I plunged forward again, my lips instantly wrapped around just the head of his cock, sealing him over with the tender warmth and softness of my mouth.

For a moment, I thought I was toothless, because I was doing it so perfectly, flawlessly sucking him hard.

I didn't stop, I continued to let my tongue swirl around his sensitive crown, tracing his ridge slowly before going for his underside where I knew it would definitely make him throb.

The gentle sensation of my mouth, wet, hot, maddeningly tight around his crown made him twitch his hips forward.

The moment I pulled out slowly with a soft slurpy sound, he let out a loud moan.

"Take me all in, do it now!" He growled impatiently.

I finally relented, taking him back into my mouth, now in full. I took in his whole length, with slow, deliberate hunger.

I pushed myself deeper, letting his full length disappear between my lips, my throat accommodating more than I ever imagined.

He couldn't hold back anymore, so he let his hand fly to my head, as he fisted his fingers into my scalp, holding my body down to ground me properly.

My rhythm suddenly turned into devotion, steady, greedy, and desperate.

I moaned around him, low and needy, the vibrations shooting straight through his core.

"Fuck, I'm close..." He squeaked, his hand still tightening around my hair, his hips involuntarily twitching upward.

I didn't slow down, instead, I began to hum even louder, massaging him with my throat as if I was daring him to fall apart.

"Fuck, good...don't stop, Bella." He groaned louder as veins striked out of his neck.

I continuously hummed around his length, purposefully intensifying the sensation.

I slowly lifted my eyes up to look at him while my mouth worked around him. It was a wicked knowing look, one that made him groan out my name, "Keep going..." He moaned.

The pleasure heightened so he let his body fall back into the couch as he rocked his hips upward.

I allowed my lips to focus on his swollen crown, letting my tongue swirl and flick while my hand rubbed the rest of his shaft in smooth, practical strokes.

He couldn't stop staring at me as I sucked and rubbed.

"I'm cumming..." he moaned but my mouth remained on him still, my tongue stroking desperately as his release finally ripped through him.

He suddenly let out a loud cry, a sound from the depth of his chest, as a muffled groan escaped his mouth.

I let out a heavy sigh as hot cum filled my mouth. I didn't flinch, I simply took all of it without pulling away, my lips sealed tightly as I swallowed around him. His dick vibrated vigorously against my tongue until every last wave of pleasure subsided within him.

His body shook beneath me, drained and exhausted, then I let out a loud exhale.

I finally let him slip out of my mouth with a soft pop, greedily licking my lips as I gave his crown a final swirl with my tongue.

I began to trail soft kisses down his length, licking up every remaining trace of his cum on my member.

My fingers were still wrapped around his shaft, still stroking him gently even as he softened up.

I glanced up at him, my mouth glittering with satisfaction as a wicked smile spread across my face.

I leaned forward and licked him clean again.

He let out a loud exhale and let his back fall into the couch, exhausted and spent. I slowly lifted myself up from my knees and adjusted my hair into a less-messy bun. "Happy?" I teased as I prepared to leave. But then, he suddenly grabbed my waist. "Come on, pretty," he murmured, carefully forcing me on his lap.

He pulled me gently into him, pressing my back against his chest so I could feel his fullness. He started to smooch my ass, his breath hot against my face.

"What are you doing?" I barked angrily.

Despite being a stripper, I don't fuck men. The highest I can go is to give blowjobs. I resisted his touch, but he still tried to seduce me with his words. He brought out more bunches of money and flung it at me but I still refused. I couldn't say no to the money but I wouldn't fuck him at the same time.

"Hmm, well I'm sorry but I don't think that's okay with me," I said, while clearly expressing my refusal. But instead of letting me go, he remained fixed on fucking me before releasing me. His grip was becoming tighter and violent around me.

"Come on, you're gonna like it!" He whispered, his voice cold and seductively flat.

He began to kiss my neck, and my heart started to race. My greed to have it all has finally led me here. I tried to shake myself off his grip but he was way stronger than I am.

I jolted up from his lap and attempted to run, but he grabbed me just immediately and pressed me against the wall, letting his body lean against mine.

He began to kiss my breasts, biting the tip of my nipples until it started to hurt me, but I managed to yank his face away from me. "Wait, stop please." I mumbled softly, fear creeping into my voice.

He didn't stop, instead he pressed me closer to himself and started licking my neck.

I stretched my hand and grabbed the vase from the table just next to us, and without thinking twice, I flung it blindly against his head. His body jerked and his grip loosened around me as he staggered back in shock, slumping down like a drunk man. He crashed hard onto the floor, leaving him unconscious.

"That's what you get for trying to buy what I don't sell." I hissed, but even as I said it, my heart was pounding like it wanted to pop out of my chest.

Shock gripped me and the vase immediately slipped from my fingers, shattering against the floor like grains of rice.

"Oh my God. What have I done?" I asked myself out of shock.

"Shit." I whispered, and I knelt beside him to confirm his pulse, if he was still breathing. Luckily, he still has a pulse, so I didn't bother trying to wake him up, I simply took all the bundles of cash he threw at me and prepared to make a hasty exit.

But surprisingly, he stirred, his voice barely above a whisper. "Hey..." he stammered, his words slowed and labored. "You...bitch!" He paused, wincing in pain. "Who do you think you are?" He slurred.

Despite his attempts to get up from the floor, he remained stretched out still, his body uncontrollably heavy and uncoordinated. Blood oozed from the cut on his forehead, staining his face and the floor beneath him.

I hissed, discarding his words as a result of trying to fuck with me. "Yh, fuck yourself, motherfucker!" I mumbled, turning towards the door to leave.

But the moment I stepped just next to the door, he suddenly whispered into his phone, "Boys, get her. Don't let her escape!" his voice low, bit strictly authoritative.

"Yes, boss!" A deep, full bodied voice echoed from the other end of the phone.

Without looking back, I twisted the door knob and bolted out immediately.

I knew I was done for and I needed to run for my life.