“Oh, Killian is here… he’s so hot…” I hear one of the dancers whisper to another female as I walk by.
I shoot her a wink and I’m pretty sure she’s just one lip lick away from coming right there in her costume. She’s pretty, all of my workers are pretty. It’s a requirement.
Unfortunately, this pretty little thing is not on the itinerary tonight. I actually have some real work I need to attend to.
Valentine’s Day is coming up and that means I have to get ready for my annual masquerade ball. I’ve already paid off the local police force just to ensure none of my members have anything to worry about. Cormac thinks it’s over kill but honestly it’s not enough. I might have to hire some added security. I’ll talk to Declan about it.
Everyone who is on good standing with the O’Sullivan family comes to this masquerade party knowing they are going to leavefucked up and throughly satisfied. Many new deals have come because of one of my masquerade parties. Unfortunately, it’s not enough to just throw a party. Every year the guest expect there to be more fan fare. More excitement. More pussy.
I never disappoint.
I push open the door to one of the back rooms. It’s large enough to hold a party of a hundred easily but today I’m going to be holding tryouts. All of my girls who want to get on the big stage at the masquerade party are here to prove to me that they deserve the shot. Along with maybe catching the eye of someone important, the tips alone could pay a yearly salary.
Last year, one girl walked out with over forty thousand dollars in cash. Of course it came at the expense of her dignity and a few new scars. After a few days in the hospital, she was more than happy to spend the money she earned.
“Alright, ladies, impress me.” I pull up a chair and plop down. This is the most strenuous part of my day, even I have to admit how spoiled I am.
“Killian! I can show them some exotic new shit.”
“You need to let me shake my ass for these men, they’ve never seen anything like me.”
“Killian, I promise you I’ll have these men eating out the palm of your hands.”
I’m bombarded on all sides with women trying to get my attention. I only have room for a few women to entertain.
At once several of the girls are nearly violently jerked to the side as someone made their way to the front of the pack. I didn’t even have to look up to know who it was.
My best girl. Zena.
She was a consistent earner and a helluva time in the sack.
“Kill, don’t you want to see my new set? I can put on a show just for you. The hell with the others. After you’ve had your fill of me, those others can have your leftovers.” She leans in close, resting her arms on my shoulders, pushing me back slightly, arching her back, and putting her triple D breasts on display. She oozes sex. From the way she slowly blinks, to the way she sways her hips from side to side even as she's standing still. Even the way she lets her words roll off her lips. Everything about her screams ‘fuck me.’
I’ve had more than one taste of Zena. I think I might have another taste of her tonight.
“Go on then, baby, show me a little taste.”
Just like that, the rest of the girls clear the area and Zena takes center stage.
It’s impressive but not mind blowing. These men are going to want to see something spectacular.
“Act like you want to be here, Zena. You give me half-assed effort, you can take your ass to the back.” I bark at her.
She flinches; the movement is subtle, but I notice it. Zena thinks that because I tend to choose her when I want someone to warm my bed, she’s is better than the rest of the women in here. She’s the most loyal, but I don’t put any woman over my work.
I never have, and I never will. I’ll send Zena right on her way before I let her distract me like she does with the rest of the Johns that come into the club every night.
It’s the only direction I have to give her. Zena is a pro, in every sense of the word. I look around the room for a second and notice everyone else is staring at her too. Some of them look pissed while others look awed. Either way, everyone’s eyes is on Zena.
“Good, now come over here and show me how you are hands on.” I crook my finger in Zena’s direction, beckoning her over to where I’m sitting. Her eyes twinkle as she makes her way off the stage and saunters back in my direction.
I spread my legs and keep my eyes on her. “You know what to do, baby. Give me a reason to put you out front.”
“I’ve got all the reason you need right here.” Zena trails her fingers down her ample cleavage before she drops to her knees right in front of me. I let my head fall back for a moment while Zena gets to work unbuckling my pants and running her smooth hands over my length. She pulls me out and I swear I hear a few of the women in the room groan in envy. They all act like they hate the way Zena always gets what she wants but I know all of them would so the same thing she is doing if it meant they could take her place.
I bring my head back up and snap my fingers at the other girls.
“Focus ladies, there are still open positions. I need at least six more girls.”
