* Please Review! So I got mad my Moscow Chill story and I'm punishing it. I wrote the whole next chapter then accidentally deleted it.*

The second the loud music from the club hit him, Scud felt himself start to relax. He briefly closed his eyes and sighed. Even though the place smelled like sweat, sex, and smoke, he loved it here. With a smile still playing on his lips, Scud opened his eyes and headed over to the bar. He placed an order for a double shot of whiskey and a Sex on the Beach, paid, then headed towards the back. The strip club had private rooms where a guy could get a private lap dance, and other things if he paid enough.

Scud always came for the same girl, Candy. That wasn't her real name, he was sure, but that was what he called her. Candy didn't do those other things, the things other girls would, he knew that much. He had been coaxing her for the past three months to try and get something more than just a dance, but she never would. She didn't do that, she'd say over and over again.

She had suggested a few other girls to him, girls she knew would jerk him off, blow him, or have sex with him. He went to one of those girls, once about a month beforehand for a hand job, but when he walked out of the private room, Candy had seen him. The look that passed over her face quickly made actually made him feel bad. She seemed upset for a minute but then she smiled and disappeared around a corner.

Now, Scud was lounging back in a lush chair that was covered in red velvet, waiting for her. This was her private room. It was dark and the walls were covered in the same red and purple velvet fabric that the chair was. There were flame-less candles lit all around the room. Across from him was a small stage with a stripper pole that she never used with him. He paid for the private visit but never wanted to watch her dance on the pole. Instead, he always chose the lap dance. Anything to get her against him.

The door beside the stage opened and she stepped into the room with her usual smile. Scud found himself grinning as she shut the door, locking them both in. Scud sat up straight, whiskey in his right hand and Sex on The Beach in the other. His eyes flowed down her body with a familiar tightness growing in his pants.

" Well if it isn't my favorite client." She purred when she faced him again.

" I got you a drink." Scud said. Candy smiled and started to stroll over to him in her high black heels.

" Do you like my outfit? It's new." Candy said, smoothing her hands down her sides.

Tonight she was wearing a light blue plaid skirt that barely covered her ass. A white, bikini type top covered her chest with straps that went around her tight, flat tummy, tied tight against her back. Her hair was down and hung in spiral curls down her back. Her legs were bare, which he always preferred because he liked it when her bare skin touched him, even it was just threw his clothes.

" Oh yeah, I love it." Scud said.

" Good." Was Candy's answer. She came to stand right in front of him, placing her hands on either side of the chair's arms. She leaned down so their faces were only inches apart. His eyes jetted down to her cleavage before returning to her face. " Because I bought it with you in mind. I know how much you love the color blue."

" You bought it for me?" Scud asked. She bit into her bottom lip and nodded. His eyes went to her teeth as they scrapped against her lip. His lips parted as a small groan escaped him.

" I did. This is the first time I am wearing it and when we are done here, I'm changing. Because this..." She brought her right hand to his stomach and started to walk her fingers up his body with each of her words, making his breath stop. " Is. Just. For. You."

When she reached his collarbone, she only let her index finger touch his skin. She slipped it up the center of his throat and under his chin. She brought her mouth to his, stopping just before she touched his lips. Scud's eyes slammed shut as he forced himself to breath. How this girl turned him on this bad by barely touching him with her body was beyond him. This was why he kept coming back to her.

" For me?" He whispered.

" Yep. I don't want any other man to see me in it or touch it." She whispered. Her breath brushed his face and smelled like mint.

" Kiss me." Scud begged quietly. Candy giggled and ran the pad of her thumb over his bottom lip.

" Come on now, my sweet boy. You know better than to ask for that." She whispered.

" Please?" Scud asked. The tip of her nose brushed against his a second before her hand left his face to cover his left one. Scud's eyes opened as she started to stand up, pulling the cup from his hand.

" You know why I like you so much?" Candy asked, bring the cup to her lips. The sweet liquor was refreshing as it slipped down her throat.

" Because I'm funny, hot, and awesome." Scud answered right away. Her eyes sparkled with laughter as she took another sip of her drink. She loved Sex on the Beach and the drink wasn't bad either. Scud always remembered what her favorite drink was.

" That goes without saying." Candy said. She turned and started walking over to one of the stands that sat against the wall to his left. " But I also like you because I know that I can drink whatever you bring me and not be worried that you are drugging me."

" I'd never do that to you, Baby." Scud said. Candy nodded, setting the drink down.

" I know, now, what should we listen to tonight? What are you in the mood for?" She asked as she started looking through her CD's.

" You. I'm in the mood for you." Scud answered, making her laugh.

" You are too cute for words." She said.

This would be the time that he would get up, cross the room and let his hands trail up her body, starting at her ass but he stayed right where he was because she was not just any girl. He was not allowed to get out of the chair, he knew the rules. There was camera in the room that watched his every movement. If he tried to get more then he paid for, one of the bouncers would come in and remind him of the rules.

" How about you surprise me." Scud said.

" Okay than." She pulled out her favorite artist. She slipped the CD into the player and selected her song. A second later, her room was filled with Aaliyah's Rock The Boat. She turned and faced him with a smile. " Lap or pole?"

" If I say pole will you take it in the perverted sense I mean it to be?" He asked, making her laugh and start over to him.

" Now you know the answer to that." She said.

" Yeah, yeah, I do." Scud said with a shake of his head.

When Candy reached him, she straddled his lap with her hands on the back of the chair. His hands tighten, one of his cup and the other on his chair arm, to keep himself from touching her. She leaned forward, letting her real breasts brush against his chest. That was something else he liked about her. She hadn't done what her co-workers had done and had work done to her body. He could tell because her breasts were soft when they pressed against him and they weren't large. He imagined that they would fit nicely into his hands.

Half way through the song, Candy turned and sat down fully on his lap. She leaned back so she was pressed against his chest and turned her face into his neck while her hips grinded in such a slow motion that Scud thought he was going to cum right than and there. The fiction of her ass against his erection felt so unbelievable good. Dry humping never felt so great. His head went back, his eyes shut and his mouth dropped open in a moan. She swirled her hips in time with the music. She blew a small amount air across his neck and made him shiver.

" Ah...fuck." Scud whispered. " You are..." His words trailed off as her hands came to his arms. She ran them down him, letting her nails score his skin. His hands opened on reflex, sending his shot tumbling over the side of the chair and onto the carpet, it's contents spilling out at once. Her hands came over his. His hands open and their fingers intertwined.

" Feel good?" She whispered as she slow grinded against him. His hips started to thrust without his brain telling them too.

" You have no idea." Scud whispered.

" Good. I want you to feel good." Candy's words and breath sent chills through his system.

" I'd give you everything in my pocket if you just let me...ah, God...just let me inside...you." Scud panted out. Candy giggled and it was low and sexy.

" Now if you have me once, you're not going to want me again." She whispered.

" Not true." Scud's tongue darted out and over his bottom lip, the tip trembling as his throat went dry. Wait...was that her tongue that just swiped out over his pulse? Scud's body jolted at the sensation. His hands tighten on her fingers and he thrust up hard. Was that her breath that paused? No. She never licked his neck and she never seemed as affected by him as he was by her.

" Scud." She whispered. " You better not cum in your pants."

" I won't." He promised.

He knew the rules. He'd warn her if he felt himself getting to close. He could move into one of the other rooms and jerk off if need be. And he always needed to after her dances but he never went into those rooms anymore. He'd have to put on a condom and jerk off in it. Killed it for him. He had done that once. Candy had gotten him so excited that he came the second the condom touched his head. But general speaking, he hated condoms. Instead, he'd hurry out to his van, climb in the back and handle himself there before heading back to the warehouse.

" Warn me when you need a break." She whispered.

" I will. Don't stop. Please." Scud whispered.

And her slow dance continued. She was so good, so smooth with the motion that he barely felt her lost of contact when she pulled away just enough to turn and straddle him again Holy shit, her hotness was rubbing right against his erection, through his pants. His cargo pants and boxers were baggy and he was pitching quite a tent, which she was taking advantage off. She rubbed against him, hitting all his nerves at once. Was that...no? She couldn't be wet and excited. She was professional. That wouldn't be her wetness on him. It had to be him.

" Candy." Scud breathed. " I think I'm pre-cumming."

That had to be the answer. There had to be a bead of saltiness leaking out of the head of his cock and wetting his pants. One of her hands swept up his shoulder, running up from his neck, into his hair, to the top of his head. She started to slow her hip motions until she stopped altogether. He groaned and frowned with his eyes shut. Already he missed her body against his. Already he missed the soft, feminine curves against his body and her light scent of lavender. He opened his eyes as she rose up. She was smiling down at him.

" Your time's up anyway." She said. He frowned, knowing he didn't have to turn around to know the red light over the door was on.

" That went fast." The half hour always did.

" Ah, my poor Scud." She said. She cupped his cheek then leaned down and kissed his forehead. "Thank you for coming to see me. I look forward to our Wednesdays." He always came on Wednesdays to see her. Sometimes he came on Thursdays too but always on Wednesdays, early evening too. Always around seven and he only stayed for half an hour.

" Me too." He muttered when she pulled away.

" Have a good night." Candy said. Scud sighed and pushed himself up.

" You too, Candy." He cupped his cock and started to adjust himself so that when he walked, the erection wouldn't hurt him too bad. Yeah, he needed to make a beeline for his van and jerk off before work. " I mean it. There are a lot of weirdos and sick bastards out there. I'd hate to see you swept away by one of them." Candy laughed.

" Your concern is sweet." She said, backing up towards her back door.

" My sex is sweeter." Scud said, making her laugh louder and him grin.

" Maybe I don't like my sex sweet. Maybe I like it dirty and messy." A pained expression passed over him.

" Oh man, that is so hot." He groaned. Candy blew him a kiss.

" Until next week." She said, grabbing her door handle.

Scud barely made it through the club, back outside and into the back of his van before he had his pants undone. He grabbed himself hard and started his solo play fast. His shoulder and arm working with the pumping motion. Up and down, over the head, she had him so excited that it only took a few pumps before Scud was losing himself into the washcloth he held over the head.