That I managed to turn my cheek to at the last second.
“The fuck, I gave you what you wanted,” Satan said.
“You gave me half of what I wanted,” I said, pushing away from him and going to turn off the video. “I said to treat me like a gentleman. A gentleman doesn’t just grope a woman and expect to get pussy, even if it’s his girlfriend.”
Satan scowled. I was starting to push him too far. I needed to get out before the banter turned into general aggravation.
“Here,” I said, handing him my card. “You have this for ‘journalism’ purposes. If you want to do another ‘interview’ and then take me out for dinner or drinks.”
I gathered my things, got to the door, and messed up my hair.
“The fuck you doing?” he said.
“I mean, I gotta help you save face,” I said. “It has to look like something happened.”
For the first time since Satan and I had been in the room, a smirk formed on his lips.
And with that, I took my leave, hurrying out the door and hailing an Uber on the street before any other bikers’ dirty, oily hands could grab any part of me I didn’t want touched.
Satan
That little bitch is going to be the death of me.
The whole time I was in that room, I thought I was going to fucking explode. I shot that whole interview with my cock stiff in my pants. I had ended the interview not out of anger, but horniness. And then she’d had the fucking gall…
To do her part not to make me look like an idiot in front of everyone else.
I guess she had some things going for her. I guess it wasn’t all shitty.
But fuck, was I really going to take a twenty-something reporter out for drinks or dinner so I could get pussy? And why the fuck was I even considering it? Was itthatinteresting to get laid by a journalist?
Surely, there were female reporters that were sluttier and easier to bang than this.
There was just something about that fucking Hailey Cook. I mean, for starters, I actually knew and would remember her full name. I barely remembered the first name of a good ninety-nine percent of the women I banged, and I sure as shit didn’t remember all but maybe my deceased wife’s and a couple other’s last names.
If anyone else in the club found out how this was going, it was going to be fucking trouble. I had to walk out as if I’d just slaughtered her pussy.
And so I walked out of the room, chest puffed up a bit, and walked to the bar, only to have Spawn and Sonny immediately come up and start slapping me on the arm.
“So what’s it like to feel a virgin again?” Sonny said with a laugh.
“You didn’t fuck her, did you?” Spawn said with a smirk.
So much for that shit.I had to remind these fuckers who was boss.
They both had women under their arms. Even though I saw Sonny as a club officer and not a son, I wasn’t about to take that approach so far as to do something with the girl that he was with. But Spawn, on the other hand…
“No,” I said, standing up and taking the woman under Spawn’s arm. “But I am fucking yours.”
And with that, I led her to the same room, pulled her inside, and started getting her naked in record time. The whole time that my dick was inside of her, I didn’t see this woman.
I saw Hailey Cook.
I got off almost embarrassingly fast just by imagining Hailey Cook being the one bent over on the bed, me fucking her from behind. I could hear her voice as I came. I could practically feel her ass even as I groped this other woman’s ass.
In reality, I might have just fucked some random club bunny. But in my head, this might as well have been the first time that I ever banged Hailey. And when reality and my thoughts finally matched up, I was going to be in for the fucking treat of my life.
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