One by one they put on their best act all the while Zena continues to suck me off. It feels good, damn good actually. The sensations threaten to overtake me but I fight back the urge to grab hold of her head and slam my cock down her throat.
I don’t have to give Zena any tips. She’s good at this part of her job as well.
My dick throbs and tightens as my balls pull up. I clench my jaw tight and tap Zena’s shoulder. It’s the only warning she gets. Seconds later, I explode down her throat with barely a grunt.
She swallows all of me down and licks up the side of my shaft to clean me off.
She moans and continues to lap at me long after my cock begins to go down. She's doing too much. I grab hold of her head and shove her away. “You’re in, go clean yourself up.” I grumble without taking my eyes off the other women vying for my attention.
Instead of seeing the women and their talents, all I can focus on is which one of my members would like them. I need to pick girls that can get the most out of the men I want to keep in good standing with the family.
How can I use sex and other carnal desires to force these so-called businessmen to do exactly what I want them to do.
It may not be the most bloody job but I like to think it’s the best one.
This Valentine’s Day I’ll make sure every last one of our allies knows I’m the one man who makes their dreams comes true.
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Killian
Time seems to be moving at a snail’s pace.
It’s a good time. That’s what my life is all about. Having a good time.
I take another toke of the blunt in between my fingers as I lean back and watch the girls dancing for the few customers who are already here tonight. The club doesn’t really start to get crowded until well after midnight.
Until then I can relax a little bit.
Everyone is laughing and having a good time. A few men try to pull some girls into the backrooms. Those don’t open until later as well. They may be upset they can’t get their private fix now, but my girls know how to keep the men on the hook until it’s time for them to take their money.
Reaching over, I grab the glass of cognac I have seated on the table and take a long sip. My vision sways from side to side for a second before I can focus again. I typically work inebriated, but it’s never been a problem for me before.
The neon red lights glow over the girls and the furniture in my club. I picked specific items I knew would look good in this light. In my high state, I swear it feels like I’m sitting in heaven. Everything is perfect.
Closing my eyes, sleep threatens to take over. Threatens and wins.
I’m so out of it I don’t hear the gasps or see the way the people in the room conveniently scatter to other places as he walks in.
The warmth of sleep wraps around my body for a moment before something hard thumps against the side of my head.
My eyes fly open and my hand jerks in the direction of the gun I have tucked away in the side of my pants. No one gets away with hitting me.
No one that is except for my brother Cormac who is standing right over me, glaring like I just took a shit in his oatmeal.
“Brother, what a lovely surprise.” The sarcasm drips off my words as I lift my hands over my head and try to stretch the sleep away. I should be upset that he’s popping up on me like this but honestly, I’m way too high to really be bothered.
Plus, it was me just a couple of months ago who wanted to have a better relationship with my big brother. He was secluded in his big ass mansion too scared to come outside, now that he’s got a hot new wife who doesn’t take shit from anyone Big Mac is all about popping up on people. Scar be damned.
He wears it now like a badge of honor and could care less how many people stare at him.
“Is this what you call getting your workers prepared for what you have dubbed the event of the year?” He snarls at me.
I’m not worried. My brother is all bark and no bite, well at least with the family. Everyone else, I’m sure he’d have already either called Declan to handle it or he would’ve handled it himself.
“Cormac, honestly, you worry too much. I’ve got everything under control here.” Pushing myself out of my chair, I wobble a little before I try to take a step past him.
He grabs hold of my arm to keep me in front of him.
