Somewhere in my brain, I remember the fact that there would be people taking pictures and video if I fucked her right here. “Come on,” I tell her, pulling her away from the bar and to follow me to the VIP room upstairs.
There’s a guy at the door and he recognizes me. “Anyone in there?”
He shakes his head. “No. It’s a slow night; it won’t pick up for another hour or so.”
I peel a hundred dollar bill from my pocket and hold it out to him. “I need the space. Send dinner up. Two steaks, two potatoes.” I turn to Naomi. “How do you want your steak cooked?”
She looks between me and the bouncer. I can tell she’s unnerved by the fact I’m ordering dinner from the bouncer, but she doesn’t comment. “Uh, medium well.”
I turn back to him. “Make that two.”
He nods his head and opens the door for us as I pull her in. I no sooner get the door shut than I pick her up, carrying her to the nearest table and setting her atop it. She doesn’t try to stop me. We’re so burnt up for each other I don’t even know how I’m going to be able to stop from having her. My whole goal was to show her there’s more to this than sex, but already I’m taking her on the first table I come to. I slide my hands up the skirt of her dress, pull her panties down, and start fingering her. I could come already, just by feeling how wet she is for me. Her head lolls back, but then snaps up quickly. “Neil, what’s your name? I forgot your last name and I should at least know your first and last name before we have sex again.”
I want to laugh. She’s rocking her hips against my hand as I finger her… but she wants to know my name. I think it’s fucking adorable that she’s trying to maintain her standards. I open the fly of my pants and drop them with my underwear to my knees. I pull her to the edge of the table and as I pound my dick into her, I tell her my name. “Neil Fox, honey. Remember it. I don’t want you to forget it again. I want it to be what you scream every fucking time you orgasm.”
And I make sure she does just that. I make sure she says it every time I pummel into her, until she’s fully satisfied and we’ve both orgasmed. I would say I’m disappointed in myself, but looking at her in the candlelight lit room I know I didn’t have a chance. Even now, I just had her, but I want her again. She’s like a drug and I’m addicted.
I barely get us decent and clothed before they’re bringing in our food. We sit at the table and I pull her close to me in the booth. I wish I had ordered something else, because it’s impossible to hold her and cut steak too. I order her another drink and we relax as we eat.
When we’re finished, I break the news to her. “So, I’m sorry, uh, I don’t know if you realized it, but I didn’t use a condom.”
Her mouth drops, and her eyes get large as saucers. “Oh my God, I didn’t even… Oh my God.”
I reach over and touch her hand to calm her. “I’m clean, so you don’t have to worry about that.”
She nods her head. “Yeah, right, me too. I’m clean.” She looks as if she’s counting and then she releases a breath. “And I don’t think it’s the right time of the month for me to get pregnant.”
I should be worried about that, but I’m not. I actually enjoy the thought of her getting round with my baby. “If you are, I would want to know.”
“Oh, yeah, sure,” she says, nodding her head. I can tell she’s taken aback. I want to pursue the conversation, but the VIP room is filling up now. I can see people at the other tables staring at us and I know I’ve been recognized.
“Let’s get outta here.” I stand up, help her up and put my hand at the small of her back. I put some bills on the table and walk with her hand in hand out of the room, down the steps and out the front door. Numerous people step in my path and try to get my attention, but I don’t let up. I didn’t think this through. I should have told her who I was before tonight, before bringing her here.
We walk out into the night air and I pull her in close. “You okay?”
She laughs. “Yeah, wow, it’s packed in there now. I guess it’s good we didn’t get to dance. It would’ve been pretty close quarters.”