I remove the nipple stickers, slide out of my G-string, and cover myself slightly. He walks over to the desk, grabs a pack of baby wipes, and tosses them at me, “Wipe that shit off your face too. You look like a fucking whore.”
I frown at him, and he chuckles. I mean, that’s what we’re here for, right? For me to be his whore for the next however many minutes he can go for. And I grip my thighs tighter as I scrub my face, fuck, I need to come soon it’s been too long.
Once I scrub my face, he crowds against me. “Undress me.”
I reach up a shaky hand to his collar and glance up to meet his leer as I start to undo his buttons one at a time. When I get to the bottom, I pull his shirt from the inside of his trousers before trailing my shaking hand up his defined abs and chest and over his shoulders as I slip the shirt off, and it pools on the floor. I Make my hands shake a little more as I reach for the belt. I undo it after a few attempts, flick open the button, and slide down the zip. I bend down in front of him as I lean down and undo his shoes, slipping them and his socks off. He rests his hand on my head while he does, and I know what’s coming before he does it. It’s a good job that my wig is secure as he grips it tight and pulls his dick out of the front of his trousers. It’s large and angry, the veins are bulging, and the purple head is swollen and glistening. I slide my hands up his thighs and slide histrousers and boxers down before he forces his dick towards my lips. I open up, and he pushes inside, gripping the back of my neck. He pulls me to him and groans as he hits the back of my throat and grits his teeth as I swallow around his girth. He looks bewildered as he gazes down at me with blown pupils and lust-filled eyes, I swallow around him, and he grimaces.
“Fuck,” he mutters as I flutter my doe eyes at him and swallow again, breathing through my nose. He seems mesmerised at my lack of gag reflex, which was trained out of me long ago. As I swallow around him, it’s like he’s forgotten to move, so I back off a little and rock forward, and he snatches my head off his dick.
“Fuck, you’re a unicorn. If I stay with my dick buried in your mouth, I will cum so fast.”
I smile at him. “I’ve got nowhere else to go.”
“Fuck.” He grumbles as he walks away, picks up the phone from his desk, and barks down it. “I’m in a meeting. Do not fucking disturb me.” Slamming the phone down, he walks back towards me. “Now, where was I?”
He takes hold of the back of my head and pushes his dick into my mouth slowly. When he hits the back of my throat, I swallow, and he groans as he rocks slightly in and out of my throat.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He grumbles out as his balls are resting on my chin, and I reach up and massage them.
I let the saliva run from the sides of my mouth while I stare up at him as I swallow him down. He pulls out, and I pant a little before he curses and slides back in.
“Fuck,” he grits out as he holds me tight against him before pulsing shallow pulses into my throat, and I swallow again. I grin around him, and he stutters a breath. My clit is pulsing and needy, so I slide my fingers down and rub furiously at the tight bundle of nerves.
“Fuck,” he grits as he backs off and pushes in again, then his thighs tighten, and he comes down my throat, and I scream around his dick with an orgasm of my own.
Once I’ve swallowed everything he has to give me, he pops his dick out of my mouth and grunts. “Fuck, you’re killing me.” I smile, and he nods towards it. “Slide back.”
I slide up the bed, and he grabs my legs and yanks them apart, diving straight in face first and sucking my whole pussy into his mouth like a starving man. He thrusts his tongue in and out of me while he groans at my taste. He slides two fingers in and curls, then when he finds the spot, he rubs furiously against it till I’m writhing and panting against him. He keeps his mouth close, and when I start to cum, he groans and buries his face in my pussy, swallowing me down before yanking off and gasping for breath. He dives back in and nips at my clit, causing me to yell out as he pulls it between his teeth. He sucks and licks at me till his dick is hard again, and my legs are shaking.
He leans over me. “Fuck, you taste so much fucking sweeter than I imagined.” He leans over to the pillow and reaches under it, pulling out a condom and sliding it on. “Let’s see if I can ruin you for all other men, shall we, firecracker?” I internally roll my eyes, thinking,I mean, you can try, but I think I’m ruined already.Heholds his dick to my entrance and grins down at me. “Ready?”
He grins, and I gasp out, “Will it fit?” Why do men think they’re gonna split you open when, in reality, I could spit a 7-pound human out of it? Your bacon bazooka ain’t gonna worry me.
He grins a savage grin at me. “They all fit, darling. Now, relax.” He pushes in gently as if trying to ‘go easy on me’, and I shake my head. “Don’t worry, it will fit.” He reassures. He grins again, and I chuckle internally. Fucking dude’s gifted in the size department, but I’ve had bigger and multiple at once. He’s not gonna make me walk with a limp for love or money.
He slides in and out a few times before ramping it up and throwing abandon to the wind, thrashing and pounding away like I’m fucking paying him. He flicks his hips trying to catch my clit, but it falls short, so I reach down and give the guy a hand, sliding my fingers inside with him, and he groans and stutters, his rhythm shot to fuck, so I keep my fingers inside and rub the heel of my hand over my clit. I’ve wasted too much time here to not get what I want, and let’s face it, I’m going to be disappointed if I don’t sort myself out. And he’s not rocking my world, so the quicker I get him to cum, the quicker I can fuck off. I grip down tight as I thrust my fingers inside, and his rhythm falters again, and he grunts and screams out, and he cums. I rub harder and follow him over the edge. I drop back and pant, but to be honest, I’m not that out of breath, so I up it a little. My chest is rising and falling, but I’ve barely broken a sweat.
“There’s a t-shirt in the drawer. The bathroom’s through there. Come back to me at the bar when you’re done, okay?”
I nod and flop back onto the bed. “Can I stay here a while? It’s been a long time since I was in a bed.”
He grins at me but nods, grabs his clothes, and heads into the shower. I feign sleep when he comes back out and pads lightly over to me before heading out of the room. As soon as he’s gone, I head over to the door and flick the lock. I take a quick shower before pulling some of his boxers and a t-shirt on.
I have to staple the waistband of the boxers to keep them up as my clothes are still in the changing room. I rifle through the drawers and take anything that’s relevant, anything we can keep or use as evidence to deliver to Shelley. I take the ledger from the desk and scan over it. It has girls’ names, dates, cash amounts, and then what I’m assuming is their earnings. Some have a cross, and the entries just end. I wonder if they’re dead or tossed out. I grab what I can carry and take a pillowcase off the bed, stuffing everything inside. I triple-tap the earpiece.
“You good?” Xav’s voice rings through the earpiece. I’ve been gone a good few hours.
“Need a lift.”
“Where?”
“Strip club.”
“On my way.”
I slip over to the window and look out, and there’s a six-foot drop onto the top of the bin, then five feet or so down to the ground. It's gonna hurt like a bitch barefoot. I open the window, but there’s a wire mesh onthe outside I push at, and it looks more to deter or for show than to keep people out or in. I push it a few times before it flexes away from one edge, and I slip out, tossing the pillowcase down into the alley and jumping down after it.
I drop onto the floor and pick up the pillowcase. Did I mention I added the petty cash tin, too? I smile and step extremely cautiously down the alley, sticking close to the wall and into the shadows. I peek around the corner, and the doorman has his back slightly to me. I look down the road and see a car idling. The brake lights are on, so I know it’s Xav. I slip out of the alleyway and down the street. As I slide into the passenger seat, he turns and glares at me.
