“Well, that settles it,” he exclaims. “Calls for a celebration, I’d say.”
I narrow one eye instead of rolling both, watching him pour three fingers of vodka into a coffee cup and downing it without even looking up at me.
“I don’t drink,” I inform him, noting the relieved look in his bloodshot eyes.
“Good. Means you’ll keep your mind on the job.” He gasps briefly, rolling his lips over themselves. Getting his first taste of what he’s been craving all morning.
He pours another, and then a third before wiping half his face with the back of his sweaty, fat hand.
“Good,” he repeats to himself, belching quietly with a little wince. His pet ulcer saying hi and thank you.
“You’ll be front of the house, the official club,” he announces, sounding more like a boss now that he’s had his medicine.
“One of the girls, Becky will fill you in on how we do things. But your main job is to make sure it’s members only. No shit off the streets,” he says with sudden determination, his eyes widening. Daring me to defy him, but I shrug lightly.
“And cops?” I ask, deciding to tear the band-aid straight off instead of picking at it.
He snorts to himself.
“Worst case scenario? I have guys in the back who handle the rest of the security. Your job is to make sure it’s members only and that nobody rubs their dick against my girls,” he sneers. His eyes shift from his empty vodka mug to the large leather couch opposite.
I don’t have to guess too hard to know how a girl can get ahead by working for Charlie Sawyer.
He starts to explain his version of how he runs his business, but I’m not listening.
There’s something else. Someone outside his office door, I can sense it.
I cock my head ever so slightly, and stifle a low groan.
It’s not a threat.
It’s…
Something I’ve never sensed before.
Someone.
A girl.
After twenty years of security, I know my own instincts, but there’s a new element to this situation. It’s not just any girl.
A part of my primal brain is lit up, and I can feel my cock starting to swell hard against my tight pants.
Sawyer’s an idiot, couldn’t tell me what day it was let alone who is standing outside his office door.
While he blabbers on, I turn, and in a single movement, I swing the door wide open, making her almost scream.
I look down, her voluptuous chest, blond hair and then childbearing hips catching my eye in that order.
All filed away for later, along with her scent.
It’s not a girlish, vanilla-cupcake scent that younger girls wear.
It’s her scent. The smell of her essence. Her readiness to be claimed.
I’ll make you scream. But not from fear. I’ll make you scream my fucking name as I fill you with my thick cock until you’re drowning in my seed.
Figuring our little interview is over, Sawyer grows tired of hearing himself talk too, calling out loudly to me what time to be back for my first shift.
But I’m only half listening.
Seeing her for the first time. It’s like rattling the door to the caged beast inside me.
That wild, half-man half-beast in me that’s longed for a mate but been dormant for so long.
Busy working instead of breeding.
The bars and locks on the cage are so old, so rusted I’d actually forgotten any of it could even exist.
Forgot what it feels like to know an urge intimately instead of just feeling it.
She’s tiny, but everyone in my world is. Six eight is tall, and I’m about two thirds that again wide up top.
But that chest.
Those hips.
Her tiny hands and feet. I take in as much of her as I can before her hands grip my front. Only coming up to my lower abs really, they’ve shot out from the shock I gave her and now she can’t let go.
Sawyer’s harping on, telling her to get out of the damned way and reminding me when I start, but I don’t want her moving a muscle, not just yet.
Her blue eyes shift up to meet mine, and I know in a second that I’m done.
Finished before I’ve even started, but I can’t turn to mush here, not right now.
My heart races in my chest, pounding against my ribs as I hear my voice introduce me.
So she’s Becky.
She’s the one who’s gonna show me the ropes?
I’ve got a sack full of ropes of my own I wanna cover you with, Becky. Lace those full tits of yours with them once I’ve filled you with more than you can hold in your tight, sweet pussy.
As much as I want to stay like this all day, I use the chance to brush my raging hard on against her as I leave.
Make sure the club members don’t rub their dicks against the girls, he said.
Never said anything about me not being able to do that. She’s the only girl now, the only girl in the world as far as I’m concerned.