Oh God, my head. I haven’t been on this kind of hangover for almost 7 years. Right now everything sounded like a jackhammer to me. The sound of elevators arriving, footsteps from outside the room, vehicles passing by and a soft snore from someone beside me.

Holy shit. There’s someone beside me?

I turned my head too quickly that it started to pound hard I can barely see straight. My throbbing eyes traveled on his colorful tattooed muscular arm which rested comfortably on my naked belly. I was fucking naked. He was too. There was no duvet covering the both of us and I drooled at the sight of his tight ass.

I took an awful damn of courage to study his face. He was calm asleep, his jaw line was the sharpest I’ve ever seen, and his cheekbones were perfectly sculptured, as his nose was long and straight. His hair was messy but it fitted perfectly with the shape of his face. I can’t catch his eyes because he closed them shut and I wondered for a minute, where the hell did I find this beautiful man?

Fuck, he’s not my customer is he?

I quickly but silently scrambled out of bed and instantly realized we were in a hotel. My head still jack-hammering me so I just dressed myself in agony without making any noise. As I was putting on my leather boots after done dressing myself in my work clothes last night – which was just a black lingerie and a pair of short skirt – I spotted his wallet on the coffee table. I reached for it and searched for his ID.

“Brian Elwin Haner Jr.” I read on his driving license, quite aloud that he stirred in his sleep. I covered my mouth with one hand and recognize him immediately from his picture.

“Oh shit, he is my customer!” I gasped.

Slowly I put his wallet back to its place and sneaked to the door.

“Hey, you’re up.” He called with a lazy tone. I stopped and turned. He was steadying his upper body weight with one elbow and his broad tattooed chest directly facing me. As he rubbed his eyes sleepily, I can’t help but arched my gaze towards his down below. My mouth parted as I stared at his long, huge –

“You have the same expression last night.”

Huh? I didn’t realize I was staring and drooling over the sight of his dick. He touched the length of it using his thumb and middle finger, a proud smirk plastered on his face. I shook my head and swallowed hard.

“Look, I don’t remember shit from last night but I have a rule to not sleep with my customer.”
He chuckled darkly and got out of the bed with effortless move, then smoothly making his way towards me – stark naked.

“Too late baby.” His hands snaked around my back underneath my overcoat and quickly unclasped my bra with his mouth pressed hard on mine. I tried to protest as I remembered I have a morning class today but that sound just turned into moans and I felt his dick started to bulge against the fabric of my skirt. This beautiful stranger was truly a great kisser because he managed to get my access without begging for it.

“Round two? No wait, round four, I guess?” he pulled away from the kiss just to let his lips hung desperately on my opened mouth.

“I – I gotta go.” I had to refuse because I have never slept with my customer before. It was a rule I made not long after I took this job. And besides, I’m still studying in college and I have a lot going on my mind right now. What made me gone to bed with this guy last night, I didn’t even know.

I squirmed out of his grip and clasped my bra tight again. He licked his lips and frowned at me as I buttoned up my overcoat and ready to leave.

“Bye Brian. I hope I will never see you again.”

I scurried over to the door and ignored his staring behind my back.

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“Morning Danie, you’re late. Having fun last night?”

I rolled my eyes over at Sloane, my best friend who sat next to me in Psychology and Sociology class.

“I can’t remember anything. All I know was I woke up next to a guy covered in tattoo and he has the most amazing -”

“Dick?”

“- eyes. I was gonna say eyes.”

Sloane laughed discreetly. The class moved on in a bore pace and I couldn’t wait to get out of here and dance my day away.

“Danie, Danie. When will you ever learn that you can never be such an innocent girl with that part time job of yours?”

“I work to pay for this fucking class okay, so shut up.”

As I pretended to jot down the notes from the lecture hall blackboard, I heard Sloane was still laughing at me. Is it so hard to believe that a stripper can be innocent too?

Speaking of it, that was actually my stage name at the Rough Diamond Strip Club & Bar. I was known as Innocence. I would wear innocent clothing like school girl outfit, white lingerie with angel wings and halo above my head, stuff like that. I took this job because I love to dance. Since my major in college was nowhere near dancing, I thought why the hell not, so I gave this a try. I danced for nearly a year now and I have never been more fascinated by the world they offered, their difficult dance moves and the dignity they took care of themselves.

But last night I wasn’t a main stripper. I actually danced for table requests. Diamond was the main action last night.

I remembered I saw a spiky haired guy sat behind a table in the corner with his friend. Both are tattooed and rough looking guys. Spiky never took his eyes off me, I can feel his stare drilled on the back of my head, but he didn’t make the call. I was swaying my hips and grinding on the pole to the sound of Christina Aguilera’s Dirrty when I saw his eyes followed my every moves.

“Hey Mudpie, can you go over to those guys in that booth and ask them if they wanted to make a request?” I danced my way over to my co-dancer, Katie who called herself as Mudpie. She nodded and jumped down from the stage to go over to them. I saw them shook their heads and I was confused.

What the fuck? You stared at me all night long but you don’t wanna tip me? A couple of fucking stingy douche bags!

When the song ended, I went to the dressing room and started to count my tip for the night. I didn’t get as much as Diamond but it was enough. Not long after I was done putting my tips away, Mudpie came over and handed me a glass of martini.

“What? I didn’t order this.”

“That guy’s buying.” She pointed over to Spiky who was visible through the translucent curtain of this dressing room. He saw me looking over and he raised his glass. I smiled and took the drink off Mudpie’s hand.

I swayed my hips seductively as I went over to him – he was alone this time. I realized that his friend had already immersed in Diamond over at another booth.

“Hey there, gorgeous.” I sold my pick up line as usual while putting down the glass on the table.
He just smiled and ran his eyes all over my body.

“I’m Innocence.” I held out my hand and he took it, clearly with another intention because he pulled me roughly until I fell onto his lap and I might have screamed a little.

“Hello, Innocence. I’m Syn.” His face was so close to mine that I can feel his hot breath blew on my cheek.

I giggled softly. “What a pair.”

His hand started to roam over my exposed skin but I stopped him.

“You have to tip me first to touch me.”

He blinked softly. “Only to touch you?”

I can tell that money was never a problem with this one. And I am in need of money so I bargained further.

“Watch me dance, strip, touch me second base, a kiss without tongue, with tongue, and a blow. All of it comes in different prices.”

“What if I want all of the above?”

I cocked an eyebrow at him. I have never been requested far more than a kiss. But this guy wanted it all.

“We can discuss it further.”

He smirked, and my stomach flipped. Holy shit, this guy was hot as hell. I don’t know if I can control my hand from touching all over his hard body.

“Just name the price baby.”

All I remember was that after I named him my price – until one blowjob for him – we drank the night away. He took me to a hotel and we did more than what I have listed for him. I violated my rule.


“Danie, can you accompany me after this?”

I snapped out of my thoughts about last night and realized that everybody was packing to leave the class. Sloane too, apparently.

“Where to?” I put on my beanie over my dark red hair and packed up my stuff.

“I have this master class thingy. It was so hard to get the entrance. I had to work double shift to pay for it.”

“What kind of master class? Guitar?”

“Yeah, what else.”

I glanced at my watch. I have a few more hours until my job at the strip club starts.

“Sure, why the hell not.”

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There were a lot of people waiting in line. I was starting to feel ridiculous for being here. Most of these guys here were either have mohawk hair, or tattoos spreading on their arms. Speaking of tattoo, my mind traveled back to Spiky from last night. I bit my lip at the thought of his sexy full frontal naked body walking towards me and his smirk –

“Oh there he is, there he is!”

I heard a loud murmur and shuffled noise around me. I staggered to see what exactly they were pointing at. Flashes of camera blinded my view for a bit, as well as this incredibly enormous crowd which swarmed over to that center of attention making me squished in the middle.

“Sloane, what kind of master class is this? This is way too many people.”

“What do you expect? The guitar god himself are gonna be the instructor.”

“Guitar god? Is he that good?”

Sloane rolled her eyes at me. “He’s way beyond your imagination.”

I tried to look over to the middle part of the swarming crowd but I can’t see anything, since I’m only 5’2’’. Fuck my life. But I caught a glimpse of a spiky haired tall guy holding a guitar in his hand.

“All participants can go in now. Mr Gates will be with you shortly.”

A voice announced over the microphone and Sloane slapped my ass, straightening her guitar on her shoulder.

“That’s my cue, bitch.”

“Go get them tiger.”

She rolled her eyes and I slapped her ass back. A couple of random citizen there shot a weird glare at us but I just don’t give a fuck.

As the crowd already started to disperse into the room I can finally see the great guitar god that Sloane adored so much.

“Holy shit.” That was the only thing that escaped from my mouth.

Here, right now, in front of me - Spiky. He was busy talking animatedly to a guy next to him. One hand holding a pinstriped guitar and the other hand grasped tight a bottle of Heineken while he was conversing. He was wearing a cut off sleeveless tshirt which revealed a nice and beautiful sight of tattoos on his arms, his jeans was ripped across the knee and a lot of metal accessory hung on to his hips. He turned on his heels towards the room but stopped midway when he saw – well, me. He froze in front of me but quite afar, and he frowned. Probably didn’t recognize me with fully clothes on.

I smiled curtly and he turned his body slowly into the room but his eyes never leave mine. Oh God, my heart had never skipped a beat like this. I know that I hoped to never see him again but I secretly missed seeing his beautiful face.



Sloane walked out of the room, smiling. I was reading a book on my course work when they finally ended the master class.

“So how was it?”

“Synyster Gates is fucking awesome. He was so friendly, he actually improvised a solo while I play the rhythm!”

“Wow, cool!”

“And he actually gave me a fucking backstage pass for their concert in Long Beach this weekend!”

“Good for you! Well, can we go home now?”

“Aha, not so fast.”

Both Sloane and I turned abruptly to the voice behind us. Eep! I can hear Sloane gasping loudly as the so called Synyster Gates was right here in front of us. He totally ignored the people around him who looked at us in disbelief and curiosity shot through their eyes.

“Syn!” Sloane shouted.

Syn? Oh yeah! He did introduce himself to me the first time as Syn. And I am Innocence. So that name came from Synyster Gates.

“Hey, great rhythm back there.”

“Thank you Syn. It means a lot to me hearing that from you.”

He smiled politely and rubbed his chin. “No problem. Um, can I borrow your friend for a moment?”

Sloane looked at me, puzzled. “S-Sure. I’ll wait for you at the car.” After Sloane was already behind him she mouthed to me; “Details, bitch!”

I rolled my eyes at her and found myself staring at him again.

“So, we meet again, Innocence.” He smirked. My knee felt like jelly.

“Hi Brian.”

“Wow, not fair. You already know my real name while I don’t get yours.”

I chuckled slightly at his remark. “Do you always ask for a stripper’s first name?”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

He went closer to me. I felt my heart banged so hard inside my chest.

“On how good she is, especially in bed.”

I blushed, but biting my lips at the same time. I forgot to tell you my rule number two. Never reveal my first name or last name to a customer. It was quite enough that I broke the first one.

“I forgot to tip you last night.” Seeing that I didn’t answer him, he reached for his wallet from his back pocket. He brought out one thousand dollars which made my eyes bulged open but I refused it with a palm landed on his hand.

“No. Last night was my mistake. I let myself become drunk and broke my own rule. You don’t have to tip me. Otherwise I’ll feel like a prostitute.”

He was taken aback by my response. God knows how my stomach flipped at the sight of his brown eyes hooded down on my blue ones.

“I gotta go. My friend’s waiting for me.” I walked forward, but he caught my wrist swiftly.

“Can I see you again tonight?”

I smiled at him. “We’ll see.”

Fighting with a heavy pounding heart inside my ribcage, I slipped away from his grip and walked fast towards the exit door.

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“You slept with Synyster fucking Gates?”

“Shhh! Sloane! Keep your voice down!”

Sloane’s eyes widened at me as my hand cupped on her mouth. She nodded and I let go of her. She stared at the floor as I continued to dress myself in hot purple lingerie that brought up my blue eyes and cover myself in a school uniform later. The club hadn’t opened yet so Sloane was allowed in the dressing room right now.

“I always knew that sooner or later you’re gonna bump into celebrities but I’d never thought that it would be Synyster Gates! He lives in Huntington Beach for God’s sake.”

“Really? Then he came a long way just for a strip club.”

“And plus, Danie, he has a girlfriend.”

I stopped buttoning my shirt and turned to face her. Seriously my heart dropped, a bit shattered by that fact. I was starting to like him but now I was helping him cheated on his girlfriend? God I feel terrible.

“I - don’t need to know that.” I lied, tying the hem of my white shirt into a knot across my flat stomach.

“Yes you do. He’s fucking famous and everybody knows he has a girlfriend. His girlfriend has a twin sister and the twin sister dated the vocalist of -“

“Sloane, I’m gonna stop you right there. I don’t need to know any of that. I’m not sleeping with him again, but if he requested for my dance, I’ll have no choice.”



Yet here we are. He was watching me intently as I climbed on top of his table and slid myself against the pole to the sound of Avenged Sevenfold’s Scream – requested by him. He also asked for me earlier, first thing he did right after he sat down in this private room. The room was reserved only for special customers and by the looks of it, he was quite special. We were disclosed from outside activity and the music will play just for us.

Slowly I untied the knot on my shirt and started unbuttoning. I saw him bit his lower lip as his eyes never left mine. As soon as the buttons are all undone, I let it slipped down my shoulder a bit, and crouched down to let him have a good look at my breasts. He reached out his arms to take the shirt off me but I teasingly pulled away and stood back up again. I can see that he was agitated, by the way his crotch bulged I can totally see that he wanted me.

I bent over and ran my hand over my smooth-newly-shaven legs. He shifted in his seat and I can hear him grunted. I knelt in front of him, eye to eye and our gazes locked. I can’t hide my butterfly feeling for this guy. He slipped on one thousand dollars into my panties and I can’t control myself.

I climbed down from the table and settled myself on his lap, straddling him. I rested my arms around his neck as he kissed my collarbone softly. He bit it afterwards and I immediately let out a moan. He searched for my opened mouth and slid his tongue in. he explored every bit of my mouth and sucked my tongue while his hand roamed all over my breasts. He was about to unclasped my bra when the song finally ended.

I pulled apart from him quickly, leaving him hanging while I straightened myself up.

“Thanks for the tip, Brian.” I winked and walked away from him.

“Oh no you don’t.”

Suddenly he grabbed my waist from behind and spun me around. I screamed, while once again he crashed his lips onto mine and I just forgot that he has a girlfriend. I buried my hands in his hair, pulling them apart as he kissed me hard. His hands splayed everywhere across my body until he landed a palm on the small of my back.

Soon his teasing mouth found ways on my neck and I just moaned easily.

“Oh Brian…”

“That’s right baby. Now tell me your name.” he bit softly under my jaw and sucked it hard. That’s gonna leave a mark.

“It’s – Danie.”

He looked up to my eyes. His thin lips grew into a smile gradually.

“Nice to meet you Danie. I’m gonna fuck you senseless.”

He pushed me against the cushioned wall, hungrily yanked me out of my shirt and ripped my bra apart. I was amazed at how strong his hands were since that bra had supporting metals underneath the fabric. My breasts were set free in front of his eyes and he drank me in for a moment before pulling me out of my one thousand dollar panties.

“Wait Brian…didn’t you already have a girlfriend?”

His eyes darted to mine. “Who told you about it?”

“A fan of yours.”

He smirked, taking the dollar bill from the floor and shoved it into my mouth, asking me to bite it. I chomped it and never let it go.

“Enough talking. Fuck her off. Right now I just want you.”

He pulled my leg up, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. As he fumbled with the condom wrapper, I went down and pulled his jeans down all the way to his ankle. I stroked his hard-on and looked up to him. He was smirking at me, with his teeth biting down on the wrapper as I took the whole of his length into my mouth, tossing the dollar aside.

“Fuck, baby.”

I sucked and let it go occasionally, just to watch his reaction. He shut his eyes, as I let him went deeper into my mouth. His hips started to thrust and his hand landed on my head, guiding me the direction he wanted me to go.

“Aghh..” he grunted while I continued to suck him on. His mouth apart, indicating that he was so close, but suddenly he pulled me up and pushed me back against the wall. He took off his own tshirt and I immediately traveled my hands all over his hard body. With condom already slid down his length, he slammed into me. I was surprised by his sudden enter but I got used to it so quickly I wrapped my arms around him as his hips thrust harder and faster into me.

“Danie, let it go for me baby.”

I screamed and clenched my muscles around him. He thrust wildly in and out of me and went stiff after he found his release. We remained in that position for a while, catching our breath until he finally broke the silence.

“We can just have an affair. Behind her.”

I parted away from the embrace. Trying to catch his brown eyes as he stroked my dark red hair gently.

“What?!”

He pulled out of me, taking the condom off and began dressing himself properly. I watched, feeling hurt a little bit.

“I like you Danie. Maybe we can arrange this into a regular thing.” He mumbled while putting on his tshirt back.

“What do you mean?”

“Thousand dollar a night.”

My eyes widened at his offer. You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. I’m not a prostitute! But those words just stuck inside my throat. He smirked and went closer to kiss my lips softly.

“So, same time, next week?” He winked and made way out of the room, leaving me alone – naked and speechless.

Oh dear God, why do I fall for such a sin?

Notes

A/N: hey @vengeful_syns, there you go! Your one shot! Sorry I took so long..haha I always say that to my readers…I’m sorry if I have ever offended you or anyone in this story. I hope you like it! Smutty scenes are back, baby! LOL