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“And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for! Red Thundercock!”
The crowd goes wild as the announcer screams the name of the hottest dancer at the club. He’s the entire reason Sasha managed to drag me out here tonight. She yanked up the picture of his abs the club has showcased on their website, along with some other, uh, not-so-suitable pictures.
I was wet before the picture finished loading and then we were out the door.
Now, surrounded by throngs of screaming women, I’m glad we got here early enough to land spots in the front row. I almost feel sorry for the women at the back of the room who can't see what I'm seeing. I'm almost close enough to touch.
Almost.
Red comes out, surrounded by smoke and lights, dressed like a super-sexy soldier. He rips his top and pants off to the beat of the music, revealing his thick, girthy cock. The only thing separating me from his dick is a thin layer of satin.
Well, that and the glare from the security guard standing just to my left.
I’m sure he’s used to girls trying to climb on stage. His eyes warn me silently that he’s watching me, just waiting for an excuse to kick me out of the club. I don’t care. My line of vision has narrowed. The only thing I see is Red and his bouncing, hard cock.
Sasha grips my arm as she licks her lips. She’s watching it, too, money firmly gripped in her hand.
The dance becomes more elaborate and soon Red is wearing nothing but the suit he was born in.
Once his full cock comes into view, the crowd gets even crazier.
"Horny bitches," I hear Sasha mutter under her breath.
The screams get even louder as women start pushing and trying to reach the stage. Security steps forward to push them back, trying to keep me from getting shoved into the stage, but it’s too late. Pain ripples through my body as I’m shoved against the hard metal of the platform. I scream out, trying to cry for help, but it’s too late. The lights come on and the music turns off, but not before I feel two large, heavy arms pulling me from the crowd.
Then everything goes black.
*
When I wake up, I’m on a couch. I moan as I try to sit up. Pain radiates through my ribs and hips, reminding me of the club.
“What happened?” I ask as I blink my eyes. “Sasha?”
“Sasha’s fine,” a male voice says. I turn toward it and see Red, the dancer, standing in front of me in a pair of sweatpants and a smile. “She’s getting acquainted with, uh, one of the other dancers.”
I roll my eyes. Of course she is.
“Where am I?” I ask. I’m in a small, dark room. Aside from the couch I’m on, there’s a little dressing table with lights on it. A pile of costumes sits in a box next to it. “Your dressing room?”
He nods. Wow. Red must be pretty impressive. I thought most dancers had to share a room.
“How are you feeling? The crowd got pretty wild there for a bit.”
“Everything kind of hurts,” I admit, touched by his thoughtfulness. “Thanks for saving me.”
Red’s eyes wander across my body and I feel myself flush with embarrassment, and something more. Heat rises in me as I see the way he’s eyeing me. I don’t blame him. I dressed to impress tonight.
My strapless black dress almost doesn’t keep my D-cup breasts inside it. In fact, as I glance down now, I notice that my nipples are barely contained in the thin fabric. The bottom of my dress has ridden up, revealing my black lace thong.
“It was a pleasure to save you,” Red says slowly, moving toward me. I say nothing as he sits down beside me on the couch and runs his hand gently down my side. I feel myself growing wet as his hand reaches my thigh. Without a word, he shifts his fingers to the front of my thong and I let out a gasp as he slides one inside of me.
“You’re wet, Sweetie,” he says. I realize that he doesn’t know my name, but it doesn’t matter.
“I am,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
“You know what the cure for that is, don’t you?” I feel his breath, hot and warm, against my ear, against my neck as his lips press against it. I shake my head slowly, trying not to moan as he slides another finger inside my pussy, stretching me, stroking me from the inside out.
“I do,” he says, moving thumb so it’s pressed against my clit. He begins to stroke me softly, putting just enough pressure on me to feel like I’m going to explode, like I’m going to die from the sheer pleasure of it.
“What’s the cure?” I ask finally, closing my eyes, feeling myself about to climax in the arms of this perfect stranger.
His lips push against mine in a passionate surprise. I gasp as his tongue begins to probe my mouth, exploring, feeling every inch of me.
Then he pulls away, stands up, and yanks his pants down, so I get to see his cock up close.
Red Thundercock indeed.
He produces a condom and glides it over his length. I’m surprised that it fits, but somehow, it does. Red pulls down my thong painfully slowly, tossing it aside. Then, positioning himself above me, he leans down into my ear and whispers, “Being fucked by a god.”
He thrusts inside me, pushing me over the edge. I scream through my orgasm.