Fuck.
I say nothing to them as I walk out of the condo. I need to work out. Then I need to fuck something.
I grab the helmet and put it under my arm; I head to the elevator and get to the garages down below as fast as I can.
Two hours later, I leave the private gym that I belong to and hop on my bike. I thought working out would clear my head, but doing dead lifts and squatting hundreds of pounds only increases the testosterone level inside of me.
It makes me into a fucking maniac. All I need to do now is fuck.
I cruise through traffic like a fucking storm, tracing the route to my very own strip club like some fucking missile. I bought the place two years ago and I use it when I need to release some steam or be by myself. Don’t fucking judge - women are my drug and I’m not fucking ashamed of that.
As soon as I step inside the huge room, everyone turns their heads to me - yes, even strippers. I’m a fucking God among men, and they know it.
I turn on my heels and head upstairs to my private room. Yes, I have a private fucking room in here. Stocked bar, soundproof walls and the windows that are one way mirrors. Exactly what I need right now - a place where I can drink in peace while taking in the sight of beautiful half-naked women. I get in and sit down on the couch, removing the cap out of the bottle and taking a massive gulp.
“Well, hello there, Your Highness,” I turn my head back as a Russian looking stripper enters the room, wearing only a black lace thong and a pearly bra. She smiles at me, and asks, “I saw you coming upstairs and I thought you might…want a little company. May I…?”
“Be my guest,” I say, leaning back against the leather couch as she walks towards me. It’s not the first time. Every fucking girl here wants a piece of me. They all want my fucking cock. At least once they want the eleven inches of His Royal Highness inside of them. That’s why they come to work here. Today must be her turn. “What’s your name?” I ask.
“Marta,” she replies with a lascivious smile.
I take one hard look at her: I’ve seen her around a few times, but never had the time for a one-on-one with her.
She hits the switch on the wall and dims the lights; in an instant, she’s on the couch, sitting on top of me. I’m like fucking honey to strippers - they all want to try Prince Sin firsthand. Not that I’m complaining.
Before I can say a thing, she’s already grabbing at my crotch, massaging it with her open hand. Boiling blood flows down to it and in an instant my raging erection is already pushing against her hand. She starts swaying her hips back and forth, grinding against me as I grab at her ass.
“I want you to fuck me…” She whispers against my ear, already unbuttoning my jeans with quick experienced fingers. In half a second, she pulls my cock out and starts to stroke it with quick flicks of her wrist. Like a fucking magician, she makes a condom wrapper appear on her fingers. She opens the wrapper and slides the condom down my length with a grin on her face.
She asked nicely, so I guess I have to fucking oblige - I push her thong to the side and turn her over before grabbing her ass cheeks and pushing her down. My cock slides inside her in a flash, a long moan pouring out of her lips. She starts jumping up and down on my cock, clawing at my chest with her long fingernails.
“My God…” She moans. “You’re… huge.” I guess she didn’t believe the rumors, or watch the television, since she sounds so fucking surprised. Well, all the better for her.
I thrust at her as hard as I can, my eyes wandering down to the dance floor below past Marta. Nothing better than fucking a tight pussy while you can still appreciate an army of perfect strippers down on the stage.
My thrusts have her screaming her head off. Her body quivers and her pussy tightens around my cock as her whole body starts to tremble in ecstasy.
Great. She’s cumming. I hope she doesn’t stop because I’m still too far away from my own fucking climax.
That’s when I see her. There’s a woman I’ve never seen before among the other strippers - she’s probably one of the new girls, but there’s something in her that makes me unable to look away. I’m not sure if it’s the innocent look on her face or the perfect way she moves across the floor.
I grit my teeth harder, grabbing the stripper and holding her down as my cock starts to spasm violently. I’m not ready to cum yet. I want to watch this girl on stage dance. But just looking at her is doing it for me like nothing else. I can feel my balls begin to fucking tighten up. I don’t want to lose myself so quick.
I slow down my thrusts and feel myself start to get control back. Marta looks back at me. “Why’d you slow down, Sire?” she asks.
But I’m not paying attention to Marta. My eyes are focused on the main stage. At the beautiful woman who’s dancing. I’m timing my strokes to her moves. She looks up at the private room and for a second I think she can see through the one-sided mirrors.
Fuck.
5
Alicia
Okay, can I just say for my own self-defense that when Samantha Scar, the District Attorney for New York State walked into the offices of The News of the Times, I never really thought that sitting in on the meeting would lead me to getting ready to go on stage at a strip club.
I mean, come on, hello, can we say surreal? This just happens to be the day that I just caught my asshole boyfriend, sorry ex-boyfriend, cheating on me.
But actually, you know, I've got to be honest with you. If I can't be honest with you, there's really no point in this, is there? :)