Craving My Dad's Billionaire Bestfriend

Camille's POV

"Jessica! Jessica!" The crowd of masked men chanted as I danced and stripped on stage. Loud music filled the entire club, and I grinned, trying not to get lost in the song.

It looked like today's payment would be worthwhile. We had a large crowd, after all. Adjusting my mask to keep it from slipping, I swayed my hips towards the pole on stage, dressed in a black lace g-string and bra, and began grinding against it.

"Show us those titties!"

"Take it off!"

The men yelled, and I tossed them a grin. Just when I reached for the strap that held my bra up, my eyes connected with a pair of eyes.

He sat away from the men surrounding my stage. He wore a black mask and a white shirt that bunched tightly against his taut muscles.

I could see every outline of those forearms as he raised a glass of whiskey towards his lips and my breathing stuttered. For a second, I wondered how they would feel if I kissed him. How could lips look so inviting? I could imagine them on mine, claiming, demanding, and taking.

My stomach tightened as I noted the rest of him. His jaw was clenched and looked so sharp, I could swear they could slice through anything.

I couldn't make out the colour of his eyes, but they burned. I felt them trail down my skin. And then they met mine again as he took another sip.

My knees weakened, and my hold on the pole slipped. He was drinking me in. Every gulp, every swallow. The crowd melted away, and it was just him.

I watched his Adam's apple work up and down in his throat as he swallowed and parted my lips in a silent moan. I wanted to climb down the stage, walk over to him, and kiss him.

Then, slowly work my way down that magnificent chest. His hands set down the glass, and my thighs tightened at how large they were. He was a huge man.

I doubted his hands were the only thing huge about him.

He blinked and looked away, breaking the spell he had on me.

What on earth was that? I had never felt so... seduced. And he had done nothing more than look at me.

What if he touched me? With those large hands? Grabbed my breasts and fondled them? My thighs grew slick and pressed harder against the pole, grinding my pussy against it.

"Fuck it all!" I heard a man yell and before I knew what was happening, I was being dragged off stage.

"Let me go!" I demanded, shoving at the man who had grabbed me. The security guards were supposed to prevent this from happening. But they were nowhere in sight!

That wasn't good.

"Let you go?" The man said with a disgusting leer on his face. "You naughty tease. Admit it. You want to fucked!"

Certainly not by him!

I drove my knees between his