His Desires

**Rachel**

I bobbed faster on the huge man's dick hoping and praying he would reach climax soon so I can finally get out of here. He was just the right guy to satisfy my needs this evening before I head home after an extremely long day.

I just finished dancing my a*s off on the pole. I mean that in the most literal way. I have various skills and techniques but my favourite is making use of what my momma gave me. It gets them every time and today, I got more than enough tips from the audience not to mention my usual pay from the club management,

If we're wondering why I'm in the middle of a blow job, I'll explain it to you. While dancing, I noticed an extremely horny man with a large bulge in his pants. It turned me on in the most sexual way possible and I promised myself he'll be inside of me before the night is over.

Besides, I haven't had a good fuck in days so I decided to put on both out of us misery. It's obvious his wife, mistress or girlfriend isn't treating him properly and I'm going to be his remedy. After I'm done with him, he won't have eyes for another woman's private parts.

Sadly, he turned out to be a terrible lover. He had an extremely huge d**k so I cummed within minutes of foreplay. He didn't even do it properly, I guess I was just too horny but that wasn't the worse part, it was the fact that he still begged for more after leaving me unsatisfied. I had to resort to giving him a blow job. I hate to leave a man unsatisfied. I have a reputation around here.

So here I was, sucking the life out of his member. He encouraged me by holding onto my hair until he finally spilled his load at the back of my throat. I swallowed it happily remembering the taste of c*m. It's really been a while.

I got up and simply wiped my lips before flashing him a wicked smile walking away making sure his eyes would he glued to my a*s. He'll never forget this night and neither will I but for two completely different reasons.

I went back to the dressing room to clean up as well as to check if I had left anything behind and couldn't help over hear the conversation between two other strippers. People talk around this parts and it's usually gossip but it doesn't hurt to know.

"I'm going to put on my best show for him tomorrow. One night with him and I'm set."

An unfamiliar voice says confidently. It takes a lot for a man to catch a stripper's eyes so whoever this man is, he must be really important.

"Yeah, me too. I hope he notices me. I can't wait."

The other beemed, her voice laced with excitement and anticipation. I made an appearance but they were both too busy fantasizing to even notice me.

Ignoring then, I checked thoroughly before taking my leave. I'm sure this new man has nothing to do with me so I wouldn't put too much thought on him.

****

I placed my gloves on taking the path to my house and surprisingly started considering my life decisions.

I am Rachel Sinclair. You must have realised I am a proud stripper. It's really funny though. Most people hide this part of themselves but I have always felt proud of whatever I'm doing. It's my life so no one has the right to judge me for it.

It's not like they'll under anyways, I have to hustle hard to feed myself and not depend on anyone else, it's not like there's anyone anyways so this is my life and I'm living it with no regrets.

My home was not that far from the club so I loved to walk and enjoy the cool breeze of the night. It was about Eleven pm so I should be home and in bed before twelve. I'll have to shower before resting, I can still smell the stench of that man.

Moving onto more depressing thoughts, I checked my phone for any calls from him but there were none. My face broke into a frown wondering how long this would go on.

My boyfriend and I broke up a few days back after he caught a guy staring at my ass. Apparently, I was motivating the said guy. He didn't even let me explain. He just broke up with me. It hurt a lot because his reason was far fetched. Lots of guys stare at my a*s. He made a big deal out of nothing and left me in the end. My heart and ego were bruised. So I refused to call him, hoping and praying he misses me just as must as I miss him or maybe it's the hot steamy s*x I get everyday. I can't decide but all I know is that I want him back.

I locked my phone and placed it back in my purse quickening my steps so I could get home quickly. My feets were soiled from my night job.

Suddenly, I sensed a tall dark figure hover over me. I stylishly looked backwards finding out that someone was trailing me from behind. I increased my pace hoping and praying I wouldn't get mugged or worse. My earnings are in my undergarments but there's a lot more that could happen to me.

Suddenly, another figure appeared right front of me, I jumped in fright facing the unfamiliar man. To my back, another was fast approaching. I'm cornered.

"Our boss wants to see you. I wonder why though. I guess I'll find out soon enough."

He utters in a clear and stern voice much like those gangsters in movies. I was quaking in my boots at this point.

"I don't give a fuck who your boss is or why he wants me."

I flipped over trying to sound brave but I'm not. I'm scared to death.

"I wasn't asking."

He chuckles deeply moving closer so I can catch a glimpse of his face. Afterwards, he snaps his finger and the other guy reaches me from behind and injects my skin with a needle. My legs feel wobbly and before I realise what happens, I find myself crashing to the ground with a loud thud. The last thing I noticed before shutting my eyes was an incoming call from Ian, my boyfriend. Oh, Fuck me.

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A/N:

Good news guys! I just want to inform everyone that I'll be re-edicting all the chapters posted before for my old readers. Nothing changes, I'm just adding a few more details so if you can, go back and re read, I assure you it'll be worth it.

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Much love from here, Crystal.

　　^Rachel^

　　I woke up with a splitting headache and the first thing on my mind was Ian. After days he finally called. My plan worked, I was going to get my boyfriend back but I just had to be kidnapped and now he probably thinks I don't want him.

　　Maybe it would've been a good idea not to answer the first time he calls anyways. Still, I could've said a word or two to him and still kept my dignity intact but now he probably lost hope all because of those scumbags.

　　Speaking of the said scumbags, I wonder where the fuck they are. My eyes have probably been tied for hours and same with hands which means my other senses have been heightened making me gravely aware of the sweet aroma coming from somewhere in this place. Wherever I am.

　　"Seriously?"

　　A voice boomed and the lights were flickered on. I heard them but I still couldn't see anything.

　　"This isn't the way to treat a lady now."

　　A deep voice says as he unties me. I shook my hand trying to get the blood flow back.

　　"Let's get these off too."

　　He says before removing my blindfolds. I blink my eyelids before looking into the face of my captor.

　　"Who the fuck are you!."

　　I fired trailing my eyes on him. I had to admit, he was really good looking. Nevertheless, he remained my captor. Good looking or not. I had to stay focused on that detail and not get distracted for any reason.

　　"Well, I'm Xander McAllen. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

　　I scoffed at his introduction.

　　"Seriously?"

　　"Yes. Seriously. You asked who the fuck I am?"

　　He mocked making me roll my eyes.

　　"Never roll your eyes at me."

　　He demanded making me stiffen.

　　"What do you want?"

　　I asked gaining my composure back.

　　"Oh nothing much. A simple thing from you actually."

　　"But first, I wouldn't want to talk on an empty stomach now."

　　He says before stretching his hand out to me.

　　"Lunch is ready. Let's eat."

　　"Lunch?"

　　I asked confused.

　　"Yeah. You've been here for quite a while."

　　He joked. I simply narrowed my gaze at him finding nothing funny.

　　"You kidnapped me "

　　I stated the obvious.

　　"I wouldn't go that far. I simply wanted to discuss business with you. Kidnapping is a little extreme."

　　"What!"

　　I roared at his tone not to mention his choice of words.

　　"Now, let's go eat."

　　He says, I reluctantly grabbed his hand. I stumble lightly as my feets are still a little sore from being tied down.

　　He quickly held my waist preventing me from falling.

　　"You're perfect."

　　He said staring directly at me.

　　I blinked my eye lids having no understanding of his words.

　　"Let's go."

　　He added quickly leading the way. I simply followed until we reached the kitchen.

　　"Where are the cooks?"

　　"I cooked. There's no one here."

　　"So you mean you hired men to kidnap me, brought me to a house and made lunch. Now, you want us to eat."

　　"Finally, you're getting it."

　　He beemed full of smiles.

　　"Wow."

　　I said turning around.

　　"I've just been kidnapped by a psychopath."

　　I thought to myself looking around for the fastest means to escape and get the hell out of here..

　　*****

　　TBC

^Rachel^

After looking around, I finally found a door at the left corner of the room.

"Don't. I assure you, you won't regret staying. Have lunch with me first or leave through that door."

I contemplated on his offer. As crazy as if was, I wanted to know why he went through all these. Plus, I'll be buying time then when I finally leave, I'll call Ian and everything would be fine.

"Let's eat."

I said before taking a seat waiting for him to serve the food.

****

We ate**literal silence. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop but he said nothing. After eating, he simply got up and cleared the dishes, washed them before finally returning.

"So, now that we're all filled."

I gulped cleaning my lips with a napkin.

"You're a stripper right."

He stated although it was supposed to be a question.

"Yes."

I responded coldly.

"And you work at kid way club "

"Yes."

I answered again.

"Good. I'll be coming there this evening."

My mind flashed to what the girls were talking about last night. It's either he's the man which means he's also rich.

"That's good."

I responded nearly rolling my eyes.

"Yeah. Aren't you going to ask why I'm coming?"

"Why does any man come to strip club."

I chuckled resting my back.

"I'm in need of a fake wife. We won't get married but I'll tell people we're engaged."

I started laughing immediately.

"You need someone like that and you're coming to a strip club?"

I asked surprised.

"I'm coming there for that precise reason."

He responded curtly. He composure was making me frightened.

"I'm confused."

I stated simply.

"You see my family they have a certain standard. I told them I'm getting married and they expect the perfect bride. I told them I'm in love with her so if they see a misfit, a stripper. They'll have no choice but to say no. I'll say I'm heartbroken and buy myself a few years."

He said and everything made a little more sense.

"So you want to use a stripper."

"I wouldn't say use. The relationship would be platonic and of course I'll pay her."

He said with a charming smile.

"That's not a bad idea actually but what I fail to understand is how I fit into this master plan."

I said and he got up walking towards me. He stopped right behind me.

"You see, you're going to help me find the right girl. You worked there the longest so you know everyone."

He whispered directly into my ear, tucking my hair behind them.

"Do you think you can."

He added as a shiver ran straight through my spine.

"You could've just asked instead of kidnapping me."

I stuttered unable to move.

"Oh come on now, that wouldn't have been fun."

He said turning the chair so I could face him. He placed his palm on both sides of my chair staring at me.

"Now Miss Sinclair, are you going to help find the worse fake, not real wife."

He proposed and I smirked.

"What's in it for me."

I responded narrowing my gaze.

"Whatever you want."

He retorted making me bite my lips.

"Alright then."

I said thinking of the perfect thing to ask.

*****

What ***u think she'll ask?

TBC