“It’s my first time here,” I admit, running my finger around the rim of my glass.
“Really?” she asks, her eyes trailing unashamedly over my body. “So, what brings you here tonight?”
Heat floods through me at her brazen flirting. She’d be in her early to mid-twenties at the oldest. I’m almost old enough to be her father. My thoughts drift to my son, and I realise Iamold enough to be her father.
Swallowing down those thoughts, I say, “Just came with a friend to check it out.”
She tilts her head to the side. “Friend, huh?”
Oh, god. Is her kink having two men at once?
Sensing my trepidation, she laughs and lays a manicured hand on my arm. “Relax. I’m not intothreesomes. One man is more than enough. Especially if he’s mature enough to handle me.”
“Right,” I cough out, taking another sip of my drink.
“You’re adorable,” she says, like she’s twice my age instead of the other way around. “Would you like a tour guide?”
I run my tongue over my lips as I consider the offer, and she tracks the motion, her eyes flaring with something that looks like desire.
This girl is gorgeous, with flawless porcelain skin, and a black corset, which laces up the front with a silk ribbon, pushing her ample breasts up. I allow my eyes to trail over her flat stomach, then lower, to the black boyleg panties she’s wearing. Her legs are toned, as if she’s a runner, which turns me on even more. My dick twitches to life as she reaches out a stiletto heel and runs it against my inner thigh.
The reason I came to the club was to move on from my cheating ex-wife and fuck something other than my fist, but this girl deserves to have a fun night with someone other than a middle-aged man who hasn’t been with a woman in over three years.
Clearing my throat, I say, “Thanks, but I think I’ll probably head off soon.”
God, I sound like a sixty-year-old man. Is this what my life has become?
Her lips form a sexy pout, and for a moment, I think about what she would look like on her knees, taking my cock in that luscious mouth. Then I catch myself and tear my gaze away.
Christ, she’s someone’s daughter.
“That’s too bad,” she purrs, finishing her drink and fishing around in her clutch before slipping off her chair.
The tempting little devil would be lucky to reach five foot five, even with her heels. At six two, I tower over her. That excites me even more.
She steps into my space, gazing at me through hooded eyes as she slips a black and gold business card into the front of my jeans. I suck in a gasp when her fingers brush over my hardening length.
“If you change your mind.” She winks and turns to leave before pausing and calling over her shoulder, “It would be a shame if you don’t explore the club a little before writing it off completely. There’s something for everyone.”
There’s something for everyone.
They’re the same four words Andy said to me.
I watch her strut away, wishing I wasn’t so fucked in the head and could just let go and have fun for one night. When she disappears down a hallway after casting a final glance in my direction, I shake my head and prepare to leave.
This is too much. It’s like throwing me overboard in the middle of a tsunami.
Fuck, the ink has barely dried on my divorce papers.
What I need is a good old fashioned dating app. Take a woman out for dinner and drinks and see where the night goes. No pressure, no expectations.
Finishing my drink, I search for Andy, but he’s no longer sitting where I left him, no doubt off exploring his pleasure and pain with his dominatrix. Sighing, I leave my empty glass on the bar and head for the exit.
As I pass one of the cages, I can’t help but notice the blindfolded and gagged woman who’s hog-tied on top of a man who’s on his hands and knees with his head bowed. I pause, watching her drool all over herself and the man below her as another man rails into her soaking cunt.
My chest constricts as the scene hits too close to home, minus the man underneath her. Is this what Vanessa wanted all along? Did she cheat on me because she thought I wouldn’t be willing to explore her sexual urges?
I swallow around the lump in my throat. Would I have been willing to tie her up and use her like this?
