He looks so upset.

If only he knew that I was here for him. Because of him.

I’ve been in love with my father’s best friend Jack for two years. He’s the only man for me. I saw him for the first time when I was sixteen years old and I’ve crushed on him every day since.

Every week is torturous waiting for Sunday night when I know that he’s going to come over.

I love watching him walk around my house, talking to my mom and dad. Sometimes I watch him from a distance, pretending that he’s there to see me. Pretending that he was my boyfriend and I brought him home for Sunday night dinner.

But deep down I know that he’s never there for me. No matter what I do, what I wear, how I act, I can’t get him to notice me.

Every time I walk into the room, his hard body tightens up and he turns away, like my very presence revolts him. He pretends like I don’t exist for ninety-five percent of the time, but that five percent—God, that five percent—I see him.

Staring.

Sometimes I’ll turn fast or catch his reflection in a mirror, and I can see him watching me with those dark hungry eyes. He looks like a wicked wolf staring at a young helpless fawn, licking his sexy lips as his mouth waters.

I live for those moments.

I love them.

But every time I turn to look at him, to let him know that I feel the same way, he turns away and pretends like I no longer exist.

I’ve thought of everything to make him see me, but nothing works. Tight tops to show off my growing breasts, shorts that barely cover my ass, but nothing works. I’ve done my hair in every style possible, from pigtails, to flowing, to a goddamn baseball hat, but nothing works.

I just can’t seem to get him to look at me like anything other than Tommy’s little girl.

This was my last shot. My last hope to make him see me as a woman.

It works for all of the half-naked girls dancing around in music videos, and the fully naked girls in Internet porn, so why can’t it work for me?

It was my friend Katie’s idea. If Jack found out that I was working at the Titty Committee as a new exotic dancer, his view of me would change instantly. How could he look at me like a little girl if I was getting naked in front of men every night?

Katie was excited about all of the money I would be making, but I didn’t care about any of that. I’m only doing it for Jack. He’s the only thing I desire.

He’s the only thing I need.

But the way he’s staring at me now with flared nostrils, dark heated eyes, and his muscular arms crossed over his massive chest tells me that this was a very bad idea.

Thanks a lot, Katie.

“Explain,” he says through a clenched jaw. His deep commanding voice sends shivers racing through my tense body.

I’ve never been alone with Jack before, even though I’ve dreamt about it countless times. But this is all wrong. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.

“I’m sorry,” I say with my chin trembling. Butterflies start attacking the inside of my stomach as I look up at him with terrified eyes.

It finally hits me how bad of an idea this actually was, but I couldn’t think straight. My mind has been a mess of want and desire for him. I can’t think clearly. The need to be in Jack’s arms is overriding everything else, even my basic common sense.

“What are you doing here?” he asks with his eyes locked on mine. They dart down to my cleavage that’s popping out of my open shirt. His breathing stops until he looks back into my eyes.

The hungry wolf looks starving now.

“I-I-” I mutter, dropping my eyes to the floor. How can I explain it? He’s going to think I’m such an idiot. How can I explain that I did it all for him?

This afternoon, I overheard my father telling my mother that Jack was going to the Titty Committee tonight to help a friend get over his ex, and jealousy took over. I didn’t want him looking at other girls like that. I wanted him looking at me, and only me like that.

I didn’t have time to think. I just stuffed my old private school uniform into a bag, grabbed a pair of my mom’s highest heels, and told my parents that I was going to study at Katie’s house when in reality I went to apply at the strip club.

“Your father is going to kill you when he finds out,” he says, running his powerful hand through his wavy hair.

I gasp as an empty feeling hits the pit of my stomach. “No!” I was so consumed with thoughts of Jack that I didn’t even consider my parents. “Please don’t tell them!”

His hard face softens as he stares at me. “You’re such a smart, beautiful girl, Zoe,” he says softly. I just want to crumble into his arms and feel him hold me. “Why would you come to work in a place like this?”

“I did it for you!” I blurt out. The words are out before I can think about them, and no matter what I do, I can’t take them back. They’re out there for Jack to do what he likes with.

“For me?” he asks, jerking his head back in surprise. He’s staring at me in shock. “What are you talking about?”

My eyes drop back down to the floor as my cheeks heat up. “I wanted you to look at me like a woman,” I say, my voice coming out so timid and shaky. My plan even sounds more stupid when it comes out of my mouth.

He starts breathing heavier, and as I drag my eyes back up his firm body, I’m shocked to see a huge erection pressing out against the inside of his pants.

His eyes are locked onto me like an alpha predator staring down his prey. “You want me to look at you like a woman?”

I sniff as my eyes start to water from the nerves penetrating my body. “Yes,” I say weakly.

Without another word, he walks past me to the couch. He grabs the bottle of champagne, fills up a glass, and sits down, watching me as he takes a sip.

“All right,” he says with a dark grin. “Show me.”

My breath quickens as my heart starts pounding in my chest. I’ve never been naked in front of a man before, and am suddenly extremely nervous. What if he doesn’t like my body? What if he thinks my teenage curves are too young and immature for him?

I was less nervous out there in front of a room full of men, but this is Jack. I would die if he doesn’t like what he sees.

My hand is fidgeting with the bottom of my shirt as I stand there awkwardly under his intense gaze. His cock is rock hard under his pants, jutting up against the fabric.

He seems to like what he sees.

I swallow hard and then open my mouth. “Do you want me to—”

“Strip.” His voice is hard. Demanding. It’s a command, not a suggestion.

Warm shivers cascade through me as he waits, staring at me with his full attention. This is what I always wanted: his excited eyes on me, looking at me like that.

The nerves melt away as I recognize the want in his eyes. The same want that I have for him.

I take a deep breath and then start to sway my hips to the beat of the music playing through the speakers inside the private room.

Jack swallows hard as he watches me, his massive chest rising and falling as he stares at my hips. Each sway makes the green plaid schoolgirl skirt fly off my hips, giving him a flash of my white cotton panties underneath.

They’re already nearly soaked through. Seeing him watching me with rapt attention, the desire clear in his eyes, is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

I’m so glad that I saved my V-card for him. I just hope he wants to take it.

Since the first time I saw him walk into my house, I knew he was the only one who could take it from me. I saved it for him for two years, always wishing that he would sneak into my room, throw me up against the wall, and slide his hard dick into my tight teenage pussy, but he never did.

I spent so many nights playing with my pussy, and rubbing my clit until my juices came pouring out as I thought about his hard arms, his hard face, and his even harder cock. It was pure torture not to slide my fingers in, but I wanted to keep my cherry for Jack. I want his big dick to be the first thing to penetrate me, so I always held back, for him.

“Take off your shirt,” he commands in a deep rich voice that rolls out like a growl. His body is still, his face serious, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he watches me.

I slowly undo each button as I lick my lips, wanting to slide that big cock between them. My nipples are already painfully hard as Jack waits to see them with baited breath.

He takes a sharp intake of breath as I peel my tight shirt off and let it fall to the floor. He clears his throat as he shifts his weight on the couch, staring at my bra with ravenous eyes.

My parted lips curl up into a grin. Warmth is radiating through my body as my heart pounds happily in my chest. This is what I always wanted. For him to look at me in the way he’s doing right now.

With tingling fingers, I reach behind me and unclasp my bra. Jack lets out a groan as I slide it down my arms, swaying my hips to the music.

“Fuck,” he whispers as he stares at my aching tits. My nipples feel like they could cut glass under his gaze.

He takes a long slow sip of his champagne as he stares at me.

“Come here,” he says, making my heart skip a beat.

I swallow hard as I take a step forward on my new high heels. His body is so tight and stiff as I stop in front of him. Every big muscle in his body is jacked to the limit as he looks up at me with fierce eyes.

“Is this what you wanted me to see?” he asks. His deep raspy voice brings up goosebumps on my skin.

I nod.

“You want me to see you as a woman?”

“More than anything.”

I gasp as he moves forward, sitting up on the couch. He slowly places the champagne glass on the coffee table behind me and then places his palms on the outside of my thighs. My breath catches in my throat, my nipples aching, as he slowly slides his powerful hands up my legs under my skirt.

He tucks his thumb under the bottom of my panties as he grabs the waistband, holding it like he’s about to rip them off at any second. My pussy is wetter than ever, pulsing with each painful second that passes.

I’m lightheaded with his hands under my skirt like this. So close to my pussy, so close to taking what I’ve saved for him.

“You’re still a little girl,” he says, staring up at me with eyes so intense they make me gulp. “You still have your innocence. You still have your sweet cherry, don’t you, Zoe?”

I nod up and down. Will he think bad of me because I saved myself for him?

“Has anyone seen you naked?”

I shake my head.

“Has anyone touched you down here?”

I shake my head harder. “Nobody.”

“Good,” he growls. I feel his fists tighten against my upper thighs. “You’re never coming back to this place. Got that?”

I nod. I’ll do whatever he says.

“I want to know where you are at all times.” The tone of his voice is telling me that this is not up for discussion. Not that I mind. I want an excuse to be able to call him throughout the day. “And you’re going to stay at my place from now on.”

I can barely contain my smile as I watch his serious face. “But what about my—”

“Your parents?” he asks, his face hardening. “Your parents didn’t know that you got a job in a strip club. They obviously can’t keep you safe. I can. I will. You’re under my protection now. You’re mine.”

My body tingles at hearing him say those words. I’ve wanted to be his for so long now, and now I am.

“You’ll live with me, little girl,” he says, squeezing my drenched panties so tight. “You’ll wear what I want you to wear, and no man will ever see you like this, but me. You understand?”

I nod up and down as my mouth waters. My parents aren’t going to like this, but I’m eighteen. They can’t stop Jack from taking me.

I glance down past his massive chest that’s breathing heavily to the impossibly long and hard cock jutting up against his pants. I lick my lips wondering if he’s going to tuck me in every night.

“You want me to see you as a woman,” he says, “but you still have your innocence. I’ll take care of that for you.”

My pussy clenches in anticipation. I’m so fucking wet.

A moan escapes my lips as he slowly slides my underwear down my legs. My schoolgirl skirt tumbles down, covering my ass and pussy as my panties fall to my feet.

Jack takes a deep breath through his nose—enjoying my scent that’s filling the room—then takes his champagne glass, and casually sits back on the couch, never taking his eyes off of me.

The air feels so cool on my wet pussy that’s now exposed under my skirt. The feeling is so erotic, and I fucking love it.

“Show me what you have under that skirt,” Jack commands. “Turn around, bend over, and grab your ankles. Show me what I’m taking.”

My heart is pounding with excitement as I slowly turn around, and then bend over. I’ve never been so exposed for anyone before. I’m so nervous, hoping that he’ll like what he sees.

I hear a groan of approval behind me, and my lips curl up into a smile.