“That’s great. I’m going to go ahead and leave you two alone,” I say, not making eye contact with Mr. Arthur, and then I leave the office and rush to the register to continue working my shift.
Viper
After I dump the body into the dumpster, I head home, shower, and change into an Armani suit. Tonight, I’m taking Autumn to an expensive sex club that you have to have connections to get inside. Luckily, I know the owner, and since I had done a job for him, he told me I’m welcome to come anytime I want.
Autumn has something on her mind, but she won’t tell me. I’m going to get it out of her soon enough. She’s wearing a tight red dress that hugs her body, and I want to peel it off with my teeth. Her hair is straightened past her shoulders, and I can’t wait to smear her red lipstick all over her fucking mouth with my dick. She seems a little distant and only gives me one-word answers. Maybe I did something she doesn’t like. She’s not good at expressing herself, and she likes to hold her emotions inside.
Once we walk inside the club, she squeals in delight at the sound of the music and the décor. Pictures of people engaged in sexual acts hang on the brown walls, and the lights are dim, giving the club a mysterious and romantic vibe. People are at the bar wearing different types of masks. Some people like to hide their identity, so you have to sign an NDA stating you can’t repeat who you see here. Autumn and I signed ours before we arrived.
I ask the hostess to direct us to the private room up top. She smiles, and we follow her.
“Have you been here before?” Autumn asks, sliding her fingers between mine. I bring her palm to my mouth and kiss it, and she sighs.
I come here from time to time when I can’t find a one-night stand. It’s easier and less complicated.
“I have,” I admit.
She tries to pull away from my hand, but I hold on tighter.
She rolls her eyes, jealousy on her face. “To meet women?”
“Sometimes, but they have a bar here that has some of the best liquor,” I answer honestly. “I love that you are jealous. It gets me so hard.”
“I’m not jealous. You see, I don’t want to hear about you fucking another chick,” she lies through her straight teeth.
Once we’re inside, her eyes light up as she sees the women in black-and-white uniforms, ready to serve expensive wine and finger food. She glances up at me, and her eyes shine like the moon.
“You did all this for me?” she says, surprised.
“Of course. You’re my girl—why wouldn’t I?”
She doesn’t respond, but tears wet her eyes, and her gaze drops to the cream carpet. I use my index finger to tip her head up to me.
“What’s been eating at you?”
She stands in front of the wide window and glances down. There is a live performance of a woman giving a guy head and another woman sitting on his face. I wrap my arms around her waist and rest my chin on top of her head.
Her cheeks flush. “That is so hot. The way he allows them to take control over him.”
The women moan loudly, and the one who’s riding him stands up, and cum shoots from the tip of his dick. The other girl gets up, and they both leave. Then two men and a woman stand and come to the stage.
I slide my hand onto her neck, then down to her breast. I cup each one, and she lets out a groan.
“God, your hands feel amazing,” she whispers.
I twist each nipple softly.
“Keep doing that,” she murmurs.
I remove my hand and unzip her dress until mid-back. Her perky tits are on display, and I place my hand back on them.
“You enjoying the show?” she says, changing the subject.
“I’m not here for the show. I’m here for you.” I nip the tip of her ear. “Why are you shutting me out, angel?”
She giggles, exhales loudly, and turns to face me. “Are there gigantic beds in every room?”
She’s avoiding the elephant in the room. I don’t like it when she shuts me out and doesn’t open up to me. Maybe if I spank her, then she’ll tell me.
