So, the beauty's name was Bailey.
"Your boss said he'd treat me," Nathan said.
"Sir, with all due respect, many have made such a claim," she said. "For your own safety, I'd advise you to pay the fee."
Nathan forced himself to switch his gaze from the stripper to the waitress, who was starting to piss him off. Fortunately for her, the waiter who had served him before came over.
"I will personally attend to him, Qiana; you may go," he said.
Qiana nodded and walked away, which may have saved her life.
"Is he your choice, sir?" the waiter asked.
"He is," Nathan confirmed.
"Of course, sir. But let me inform you that there is no touching of the dancers. You watch while they pleasure your eyes," he said.
Nathan knew damn well that was all a formality. Zindel was a whore here before Vito freed him. If he wanted to fuck Bailey, then he could, and he would. "I understand," he said, just to get the ball rolling on his private meeting. Time to satisfy his beast.
***
Nathan sat on the leather sofa in a room lavishly decorated with mirrored walls, a marble floor, and a cocktail table. There was a bottle of champagne and two glasses on the table. The chandelier hanging above gave just enough light for ambiance. It was nice as far as Nathan was concerned.
His cock was soft now, nestled preciously to the left between his legs, but his arousal was rising as he waited for Bailey to arrive. A few minutes later, music with a hypnotic rhythm started playing, and the blond beauty entered, closing the door behind him. He wasn't wearing the cowboy outfit from before. Instead, he had on a pair of leather pants so tight that Nathan swore he could see the imprint of the veins of Bailey's cock. To top off the outfit, Bailey was wearing a leather collar with a charm dangling from it and a studded harness. Nathan's cock, which was already rock hard started to drool in anticipation.
"So, you're the gentleman who wants my undivided attention?" Bailey asked in a sultry voice laced with the sweetest honey.
"I'm sure I'm not the only one. You must get a lot of requests," Nathan said as he spread his legs.
Bailey smiled, letting his dimples shine as he sauntered over to Nathan. "I do, and now I'm all spoiled because of it. I'm a naughty boy that needs a spanking." Bailey stood in front of Nathan, then turned around seductively to the melody of the music, giving Nathan a first-class view of his plump ass right before he smacked it. The sound of flesh striking leather bounced off the mirrored walls and vibrated in Nathan's cock, making it pulse.
"Fuck," Nathan hissed, baring his teeth as he gazed down at that beautiful leather-clad ass presented to him. He wanted to bite the cheeks, then caress them right before he parted them to slide his cock into that gorgeous hole he knew belonged to him.
"Yeah, you like what you see?" Bailey asked as he rotated his hips to the beat of the music.
"You already know the answer to that question, you fucking tease," Nathan said, his southern drawl adding authority to each word.
Bailey chuckled playfully, just the way he knew drove men wild, then he turned around and sat down on Nathan's lap, wrapping his arms around the man's neck. He pouted, his full red lips drawing Nathan's attention, making the man want to claim them.
"I told you I was a naughty boy; I like to play wicked games," Bailey flirted as he began to grind himself over Nathan's erection. "Oooooh, I see someone likes the games I play."
Nathan took hold of Bailey's hips, but before he could pull the man closer, Bailey grabbed his hands, pulling them away.
"Ah, ah, ahhh, no touching," Bailey reminded Nathan of the rules.
"You're touching me," Nathan pointed out.
"My game, my rules... also house rules," Bailey said as his way of reiterating the rules of "No Touching the Dancers" while flirting to keep the mood right where he wanted it at the same time.
Nathan growled and leaned closer to Bailey, their lips barely touching. "What if I want to make up my own rules?"
Bailey lowered his gaze. "Then the game is over." He ran a finger down the length of Nathan's face, touching his forehead, nose, and then mouth that he wanted to kiss because this man was one of the sexiest bastards he'd ever had the pleasure of meeting. He'd seen plenty of handsome men frequent the club, many of whom paid for his body and time, especially when he was a whore. But this was the first time he'd ever wanted to fuck a man free of charge. There was just something about this man's whole vibe that excited and enticed him, but he was a professional. He'd keep it strictly business. Nothing ever came from these encounters.
"Fine, then... I'll play by your rules," Nathan agreed, then leaned back.
"That's a good boy." Bailey ran his hands down Nathan's chest and moaned because all he could feel was solid muscle, and he wanted badly to rip the man's shirt off and reveal the chiseled flesh underneath.
"What's your real name?" Nathan asked.
