Chapter 3: Rising Action
The club was a throbbing heart of pulsating music and flickering lights, an electric atmosphere that hummed with desire and desperation. The air was thick with the scent of cheap perfume, stale smoke, and the cloying sweetness of alcohol. Marcus sat at the bar drinking a whisky sour and smoking a cigarette. There was a skinny blonde girl on stage named Lexi. Marcus watched disinterestedly as she finished her set, hoping the next girl would be one of the clubs bigger girls. He didn't have high hopes as he knew his two favorites were off tonight, but maybe the club had hired someone new that he hadn't seen yet.
"Let's welcome to the stage, Ruby" the announcer's voice boomed through the club. Marcus sighed and took a swig of his drink. Ruby was a cute girl but too skinny for Marcus. Marcus figured he'd wait through this set and hope the next girl was better. But when he looked toward the stage the Ruby he saw was not the one he was expecting.
Ruby was a vision. Her once slim body now had curves in all the right places, a testament to the month she'd spent indulging in everything she'd ever wanted. Her ass was round and luscious, her hips wide and inviting. She wore a red sequined bra and matching thong that left little to the imagination, her stomach soft and warm and inviting.
Marcus watched her intently, his moth agape. His eyes traced every curve, every line, every new roll of fat that her body had acquired. He felt a stirring in his pants, a thickening that made him shift uncomfortably. She was fucking gorgeous. He left the bar for one of the tables to get a better view.
Ruby saw him in the front row, his eyes locked onto her like a missile, and she smirked. She knew what he was thinking. She could see the hunger in his eyes, the primal desire that made him lick his lips. She loved it. She fucking loved it.
She bent over, her ass in the air, and shook it slowly, her hands running down her thighs.
She could see Marcus's eyes widen, the hunger in his gaze palpable. She smirked, biting her lip, and then turned around, her fingers playing with the clasp of her bra. His breath hitched as her bra fell away, revealing her full, heavy tits. She cupped them, her thumbs brushing over her nipples, making them harden.
Marcus was transfixed. He couldn't look away, couldn't think of anything but her. He wanted to touch her, to taste her, to fuck her. He wanted to feel her softness, her warmth, her weight on top of him.
He couldn't wait. He threw a hundred-dollar bill on the stage, signaling to Ruby that he wanted a private dance. She picked up the bill and winked at him, her lips curling into a sultry smile.
A few minutes later, Ruby walked into the private room, the smell of her perfume filling the air. Marcus was already seated on a plush chair that looked more like a throne. She closed the door behind her, the heavy bass of the club music muffled to a distant thump. She turned to face him, her hands on her hips, a confident smirk playing on her lips.
She knew what he wanted, and she was more than willing to give it to him. She could see his desire, his hunger, his need. It was written all over his face, in the way his eyes devoured her, in the way his chest rose and fell with rapid breaths.
"You're fucking gorgeous," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "I can't get enough of you."
She laughed, a low, sultry sound that sent a shiver down his spine. "Well, I'm all yours, baby. What do you want to do with me?"
He stood up, his body towering over hers.