Charisa has a perfect life. Just like her favored Princesses, she is living the life every girl dreams of: her very own fairytale, but even the sweetest fairytales must come to an end. When happiness is at its peak, fate steps in and one by one she loses everything.
Picking up the pieces to a broken life can be long and bumpy. Most often than not things get worse before they get better.
Despite her despair and the hell she’s been drug through time and time again, she finds love and begins to plan a future as none other than Mrs. Prince Charming. Convinced she’s going to finally get her happily ever after fate steps in once again and she suffers betrayal and shame at the greatest degree.
Will she give the idea of love a second chance and find her one and only or will her dark secrets prevent her from truly finding herself?
Behind every prince is a story left untold.
Look behind the mask and you’ll see it unfold…
Sawyer has lived a charmed life. He’s the catch every girl is after when dreaming of her very own storybook ending. In real life, though, nothing is like it is in a fairytale. One childhood event can forever affect how a man looks at love and relationships, even a golden guy like Sawyer.
Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it. Isn’t that what everyone has always taught in history class? He doesn’t have time for love or commitment.
Even the most skeptical with love can sometimes find it in the strangest of places, when that one special someone catches his eye, suddenly leaving him dazed and confused.
The only way to reap the benefits of true love is to put your own demons behind and give love a shot…
When secrets start to arise will the two beat the odds or part ways and let it destroy them both?
Tonight is a big night.I’ve taken my time to ensure that I look good. I stare in the mirror as I admire the new lingerie I have to weartonight. I used my uniform allowance toget this sexy getup. Roger expects us toalways be fresh, never wearing the same outfit within a month rotation becauseof the regulars. There are no lower class sleezeballs here. This is where the big dogs come out andplay. This is the most private club intown. If you knew who some of ourhighest paying customers were you would know why.
I have a birthday partythat’s reserved the front table of the stage tonight, a group of ten men, alldrunk off their asses already I’m sure. I could tell when I peeked out the door as they arrived that a few ofthem are newbies by their drooling, excited demeanor. This is what makes my job interesting andfun: breaking them in. A man gets a good first time and they’ll becoming back for more, meaning more cash for me. I place my tall heel into the seat of my chair and rub baby oil down myleg, giving me a sexy edge. Plus, itkeeps the hands from going past the point of restriction.
Ifinish the other leg and take one final look in the mirror. It’s a sexy version of a clown; a white babydoll trimmed in all of the bright colors. The birthday hat and the sexy makeuptop it off. My ruffle front thong isorange and it is the final dessert of the hour. I paint my lips with a matching cherry-red lipstick like my name andsmack them in the mirror.
“Cherry,you’re up in ten. Don’t keep themwaiting. This is my biggest payout ofthe night.”
Iroll my eyes in the mirror at the sound of Roger’s voice as he pokes his headinside the door. Show the man green andhe’d lease us out in private hotels I’m sure. He would never admit that though.
“I’llbe right out, Roger.”
Helikes me though, because something about my pretty face keeps his pocketsfull. I’ve already been up on stage afew times tonight, so for now I’ll be circulating the room. “Showtime,” I mumble, and strut out into theclub, ready for action.
Theclub is packed with businessmen lingering in various sections of the club. Ilove weekends. It’s when all of the high rollers come out to play. They eachhave a different story: some leaving their wives at home for a fresh piece,some making this their last stop before walking the aisle, and the rest collegekids looking for a little fun. I don’t care what they’re here for as long astheir pockets are empty when they leave and they leave everything in the club;after all, I didn’t make them come here.
I look around the room,spotting my party sitting in front of the stage. There are a few cute ones inthis batch. This is going to be fun. My eyes lock on one. He takes me in and gives me a smirk before hestarts to approach me. “Hey there, sexy. What can I do for you?”
He broadens his smileand gives me a wad of cash. “I need a favor.”
“Oh yeah. What’ll it be,Darlin’?”
He leans in to whisperin my ear, refraining from touching me because he knows it’s against the rulesunless he’s buying a dance. “It’s my boy’s birthday. There is enough there fora hefty tip if you’ll take him to the VIP room for more privacy. I’ve alreadybooked the dance.”
I look around for Rogerto confirm. I find him standing across the room and he nods at me, giving me thego ahead. This guy has some nice friends. A private lap dance is easily a grand and paid up front to Roger. It is explained that’s before the tip, sothis guy knows the rules, meaning he’s been here before. “Okay, sexy, butthat’s an awfully generous gift to give someone else. Are you sure you don’twant it for yourself?” He’s cute. I wouldn’t mind giving him the dance.
He leans back to look atme. “As much as I would love to watch you grinding on top of me, my boy comesfirst, sexy. Maybe another time; I’ll be back.” He winks and backs away with alarge grin on his face. I shrug seductively as I watch him leave. His loss.
Ihead to the VIP room to get ready for my dance, greeting Gerry at thedoor. All private rooms have a bouncerkeeping guard to ensure that the women are safe at all times. As I’m getting my music queued up, I humsoftly under my breath and wait for my client to arrive. A few moments in andthere is a knock at the door. I walkover and open it. Greeting me on the other side of the door is an incrediblysexy man. Hell yes, this is going to befun.
Something about his facelooks familiar, but I can’t place it. Hehas dark hair, intense green eyes, and is physically fit by the defined muscleprotruding from his fitted shirt. He musthave come here right after work, because he is wearing a suit, but he’s removedthe jacket and he rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing tattoosrunning up his arms. I don’t know whatit is about a man with rolled up sleeves and tattoos, but it turns me on in away I don’t understand. Maybe it’s thebusiness meets bad boy persona. Whateverit is has me motivated to get closer to him, making my job easier.
I step aside to let him enter. “Hi, I’mCherry.”
He studies me for amoment with heated eyes. The way helooks at me is as if he’s seen me before, like he knows me.
“Hi, Cherry.” My name rolls off his tongue in the mostsexual manner, causing a rush of excitement between my legs. This is going to be one hell of a night: sexyand seductive.
The music starts to playand I place one hand in the center of my sexy stranger’s chest, grabbing ahandful of black material. I walkbackward and drag him over to the seating area before turning, pushing himbackwards until he falls onto the couch behind him, giving me a deep, sexylaugh along the way.
“Damn,” he says, eggingme on. Not wasting any time, I placeeach hand on the back of the couch to each side of his shoulders and flip myhair from side to side. It starts the fullbody roll that follows, pressing each segment of skin to his clothing, endingwith my pelvis. I stand and turn,closing in on him, resting against him in a sitting position. I shake my ass against his crotch, enjoyingthe feel of it hardening beneath me. While cupping my breasts I roll my head back, grinding to the beat ofthe music. Turning my head to the side,I watch his eyes glaze over as I touch my body, skimming my hands down in aslow motion. I continue gyrating on hislap, listening to his breathing pick up, confirming the arousal that ispressing into the crack of my ass.
I breathe in deeply…. smelling his citrusyaftershave; something I would say is unique to him. My hormones are quickly running wild,something different than normal. It doesn’t take me long to get lost in themusic and this sexy man pressed against my backside as I allow him to becomefamiliar with my body. Time standsstill…for a while. I hear him grunt, praisingme for the havoc I’m causing on his cock and he isn’t even naked.
I finish out the danceas the song comes to an end, standing and adjusting my outfit. He stands as I run my fingers through my hairand I watch as he fishes in his pockets. He pulls out a wad of cash, handing it all to me. I briefly stare at him in shock, but brush itoff and reach for it. He doesn’t immediately turn it loose.
“How much for housecalls?”
I’m about to saysomething, anything to deny his question, but he beats me to the punch.
“Listen, I don’t usuallycome to places like this, but I’m here, and now that I am, I kind of likeit. You have a beautiful body. Let me show you what I can do with mine,” hefinishes quietly.
What a generous man, butI can tell he enjoyed the dance from the large bulge at the front of his pants,so I know what he’s referring to.
“I don’t think so,sweetie.”
I’m ready to thank himand leave when he grabs my hand, pulling me to him. He presses his lips to mine before I evenknow what’s happening. I can taste thewhiskey on his breath. Poor guy is sodrunk I don’t think he knows what he’s asking me, but the way his handsintroduce themselves to my backside I can’t be sure. He pulls away and touches his index finger tomy lips, silencing me.
“Think about it. The club closes at two. I’ll be outside waiting if you decide to takeme up on my offer. Sometimes outside ofthe norm can be freeing…”
He turns and walks away, leaving me standinghere alone. I’m not sure what the helljust happened, but I find myself considering it. I never do this. There’s one reason why….”