Addicted

28• decisions, decisions

"Hey, superstar", Diamond teased, smacking my ass. I glared at her through the mirror, "haha, funny. What do you want?"

We were currently the only two in the locker room. "I want to know when you're going to let me taste you again. You seemed to enjoy it so much the first time", she smirked, pressing against me, "I'd love a little of that camera action too."

I turned around to face her. "Diamond, right now isn't the time or the place--"

"Why not? I don't see anyone around, do you?" She smirked, gesturing around the locker room.

"Come on, Dessi", she purred in my ear, looping her finger around my g string. She was really playing on my senses right now.

I needed sex and I think she knew it. She eyed me, seductively biting her bottom lip. My breathing hitched as she closed in on me.

We both jumped as the locker room door swung open. "Hmmm.. What are you two skanks up to?" Brandi smirked as her and a few other girls entered the locker room.

Diamond backed away, her eyes still locked on mine, "nothing we can't get back to later on."

I exhaled, my eyes following her as she walked away.

I haven't had sex in a few weeks and it was taking a serious toll on me. Any little touch could set my body aflame. I had constant mood swings.

I was caught between a rock and a hard place. I wanted to prove to Alyssa that I was serious but I didn't know how much longer I would be able to resist the constant ache, the hunger.. The desire for sex.

I headed out onto the floor, heading straight for the bar.

"Let me get a glass of Jack, Rich", I sighed as I sat down.

He nodded, turning away from me.

"Having a rough night?" A familiar voice spoke from behind me.

I turned around, looking up at Emilia. I scoffed, turning back around and thanking Rich as he placed my drink in front of me.

"Look, I'm sorry I cost you your job. I should've told you about Russell", she apologized, sitting beside me.

I rolled my eyes, sipping my drink and frowning due to the burning sensation in my chest. "Is there something I can help you with, Emilia?" I questioned.

"Actually, there is", she smirked, "I want to request a private room."

"Not interested", I declined.

"Not even for 10 grand?" She inquired.

"I'm a stripper, not a prostitute. I'll pass",  I responded, placing my empty glass on the bar counter, "you have a nice night."

"I can get you your job back!" She blurted as I rose from my seat, "you'll have to give me some time but I can get you your contract."

I froze, narrowing my eyes at her, "why should I believe you?"

She laughed, lightly, "Russell and I are getting a divorce. I own a percentage of the company but by the time this divorce becomes finalized I'll own a lot more than that. Preferably, fifty percent if not the entire company. I guarantee you'll have your job back."