Plus, Gemma fits what my brothers like. She’s ripe, young, curvy, and sassy to boot. We don’t like women who have personalities of cardboard. We like them feisty and even a little temperamental. After all, we’re surrounded by yes men, day in and day out. A little fire when it comes to tending the hearth can really add some spark to a man’s day.
And just in case you’re wondering, yeah, some of us do live here. We all have houses and apartments in the outside world, but sometimes, it’s just easier to stay at the clubhouse. There are private suites, and we’re surrounded by luxury. There’s a gym, a pool, a sauna, a spa, a library, and a private chef. You name it, we’ve got it. Plus, the club offers us privacy. There aren’t many paparazzi five miles below ground, so there aren’t any annoying questions or blinding flashes going off at unexpected times.
But Gemma was a sight to see. Gorgeous and curvy, she waltzed in and then her mouth dropped open. Because of course, the bar is a debauched place. The lush décor and dim light can’t hide what’s going on, which is a lot of kissing, fondling, and even full-on sex in some cases. Some of my brothers like a little exhibitionism, and with girls this hot, it always looks good.
So when she took her notepad and began to walk forwards with a determined look, my cock immediately got stiff. Oh shit, she’s so beautiful. Even more endearing is the way her delicate jaw is set, like she’s determined to make a success of herself. I get it. I come from a rough background myself, and sometimes there was nothing standing between me and despair but my bootstraps and an iron will. I respect her for that, and before I realize what I’m doing, my hand is raised and I’m calling her over.
“Hey,” is my low rumble. “How are you?”
She sees me and immediately inhales, those luscious breasts rising beautifully. Oh shit. I want to suckle and taste them so badly, but it seems rude to descend on her like some predator with no warning, even if that’s exactly what I am.
“Um, hello,” she says, mincing over to where I sit in a comfortable, low-slung club chair. I almost laugh. The high heels are killing her, although they make her legs look a mile long. “Oh wait,” she says with confusion. “I’m sorry. How can I help you, sir?”
Again, I almost burst out with laughter. This girl is so real that it’s refreshing. But I smile and decide to take it easy. “How about bourbon on the rocks? Ask for the Woodford Reserve, otherwise they’ll give you Maker’s Mark.”
To her credit, she nods immediately, sashaying away. Good. Gemma knows her top shelf liquor. I watch hungrily as that ass sways right and left, disappearing into the narrow curve of her back. In a few minutes, she’s back with a tumbler on her tray, filled with the good stuff.
“Here you go, Sir,” she says in a low voice, placing the glass on the small table at my side. “Enjoy. I’ll mark it to your bill.” Gemma turns to go, but I place one big hand on her thigh. Not so fast. I haven’t had my fun yet.
“You know,” I say casually, “I like to drink my bourbon a special way,” I remark. “Maybe you could help me with that.”
She turns back to me. “Can I get you a straw?” she asks innocently. “I mean, most people don’t drink whiskey with straws, but it’s fine if you do. To each their own.”
I actually laugh at that one.
“No, no straw necessary,” is my dry reply. “But I do like tasting my bourbon with a side, if you get what I mean.”
She turns and looks at me curiously.
“I’m sorry? With fries? Or maybe some mixed nuts?” Then Gemma catches herself. “Of course, Sir. Just tell me what I can do to make your experience better.”
Good, this woman is smart. She’s catching onto the program quick, and I smile at her, flashing even white teeth.
“Well, I like my bourbon with curves, so to say.”
She stares at me again, uncomprehending. Chuckling again, I decide to tell her the specifics.
“I like my bourbon coating a woman’s tits, if you get what I mean. I like sucking the liquid off a beautiful woman’s curves because it combines two of the things I enjoy most in the world: top-shelf liquor, and making a gorgeous girl feel good. Plus, it’s a nice end to a trying day. So what do you think, sweetheart? Are you up to the challenge?”
For a moment, I think she’s going to say no. Gemma’s brown eyes flash, and she looks like she’s about to spin on her heel and hightail it out of here. But then, her eyes go soft and her posture relaxes. Good. She’s intelligent, this one. Plus, judging from the way her tits are heaving, more than a little turned on.