Entering the room, I tossed the jacket I’d worn onto the made up bed and undid the top few buttons of my shirt before taking a seat on the navy, velvet couch. The couch sat about only six feet from a pole that stood at the center of the room.
I began to regret my no drinks while training rule when the silence of the room started to get to me. I could still hear the music from out in the main area of the club, but it was reduced greatly with the door closed.
A heartbeat later the music grew louder as the door opened and then closed. I cut my eyes to the woman entering. Sizing her up, starting at her feet, I noticed the tall strappy stilettos she wore, frowning, because they looked cheap in comparison to the woman I was seeking to get off my mind.
Lifting my gaze up her medium length legs, I noted she didn’t wear any stockings which was a plus. The warm brown tone of her skin was closely aligned with what I was looking for. And though her thighs and hips weren’t as flared as another pair I couldn’t forget, she would do.
“Mr. McConnell, I’m LaTasha. How’re you doing?” She purred, moving closer. Her voice almost threw the entire fantasy off. It was too high-pitched.
“Don’t speak,” I ordered in a clipped tone.
She nodded.
“I’m not looking to hear your voice, maple.” A nickname from the color of her skin. “I’m looking to get my cock drained. Can you do that?”
She nodded, silently.
Perfect.
“On your knees.”
She moved, swiftly, strutting in front of me and seductively lowering to the floor, in between my legs.
I shifted my gaze from her face to my crotch, signaling she was to pull me out of my jeans. She moved her fingers quickly, undoing the buckle of my belt and the button. I was already semi-erect when she pulled my cock free. Visions of a woman I had no intentions of ever touching had been dancing through my head all fucking day. Finally, I was about to get some relief.
As Maple parted her lips and lowered her warm mouth over the tip of my cock, I dropped my head back against the couch. Closing my eyes, I tried to envision someone, anyone else besides the new woman I’d hired to be my trainer. But it was no use. Syd’s perfectly rounded ass, thick thighs and hips kept coming to memory. Even as the stripper I’d dubbed Maple moaned around my dick, it was Syd’s plump lips with the mole that rested above the right corner of her mouth that I pictured.
“Fuck,” I groaned, the picture of Syd sliding her lips down my shaft over and over again, ran on a loop in my head.
This shit had been an ongoing problem for days. Ever since she’d appeared at my gym out of nowhere, begging for the job as my trainer. That first day I hadn’t given her much thought, save for the fact I couldn’t shake the look in her eyes or that beauty mark I’d sworn was fake at first look. But the second day she showed up, and almost gleefully took on my karate instructor—going toe-to-toe with him in business attire no less— it was as if my dick grew a mind of its own.
And then there was the dancing. What the hell was that about? I found it useless to my training, but she remained adamant it was for my good. I’ll continue to show up to the lessons to prove to her what a waste of time they are.
Agreeing to hiring her as my trainer probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but I got the impression she wasn’t going anywhere and hell, I’d wanted to get Lenny, and everyone else who’d been asking for months, off my back.
Now here I was, in a private room at the Peach Pit, Maple sucking my cock for dear life, and still, all I could think about was how I wished it were Syd down on her knees in front of me, about to take my load in her mouth.
“Shit,” I grunted, raising my hips off the couch, seeking more of what Maple delivered. She moved her hand to cup and massage my balls. I shoved one hand in her hair, gripping it tightly as I shot my load off, right into her mouth.
Straining under the weight of my orgasm’s release, every muscle in my body tightened and flexed as stream after stream of my semen poured into the woman’s mouth.
By the time my body relaxed, I felt no relief whatsoever. My cock still stood at attention as if nothing had happened. My mind was still assaulted with images of Syd and I spinning around that dance studio or her, bent over as she hauled pads and equipment around the gym for my workouts.
“We’re not done,” I growled to the woman in front of me, lifting her from her kneeling position to stand. Quickly, I pulled out a condom from my wallet and sheathed myself, before pulling her onto my lap.
She lifted the short dress she wore, exposing the fact she wasn’t wearing panties, and she was all bare down there. Though I preferred my women with a little hair, I yanked her hips downward, piercing her with my cock. A loud moan ripped from her throat and I pretended it was Syd bouncing up and down on my dick, and not the chick I’d hired to take the edge off.
The Peach Pit was one of my many vices. The place I went to when I didn’t want to be bothered with being nice to a chick, even for a few hours. The women here were looking for a payout, and if they were lucky, an orgasm in the process. I didn’t mind supplying both. There were no thoughts of a possible future, no awkward conversations of trying to get to know one another. None of the bullshit I’d given up on a long time ago. Every time I’d shown up before, it worked. I got what I needed.
Except that night.
Even as I came a second time, Maple’s hips wildly gyrating on my lap, it still wasn’t enough. I found myself wanting.
“How was that?” Maple questioned breathlessly, both her hands coming down on the back of the couch, bracketing me in. She hovered a few inches from my face.
I pushed the top half of her body away from me. She was too fucking close to my lips.
“I told you not to speak,” I demanded, lifting her by the hips off of me and quickly spinning her around as I stood. Guiding both of our bodies over to the bed, I bent her over, taking her by the hips before thrusting my cock into her once more.
