She's turning around and my mind goes crazy looking at her ass. My private room's on the second floor, but I made sure it has a fucking good view of the stage. And right now I'm happy for every penny that it fucking cost because I'm looking at the stripper on stage as she's dancing and shaking her ass and my cock is twitching like it's gone fucking mental.
Marta is moaning beneath me but I'm not even aware of her existence.
All I can fucking think of is the girl on stage.
What did the DJ announce her as when she came on? Right as I started to fuck Marta?
I'm thrusting in and out, and grunting, trying to think of what her stage name was. It finally comes to me, "Misty," I groan loudly.
"Marta," the Russian blonde looks up at me and pouts. "My name is Marta."
But I'm not listening. I'm not even in the room if you’re talking mentally.
I'm watching her peel off her skirt slowly as she faces the audience. And I feel my cock begin to spasm as her skirt falls to the floor and she turns around, giving the room a view of her ass.
That fucking delicious fucking ass.
I lose it. I can't take anymore and I groan lewdly, feeling electric currents shoot up from my balls and the familiar seizure grip my body.
Only I can't stop looking at the woman. I'm cumming for her. Fucking hard.
My cock is shooting rope after rope of cum into the condom. I feel my eyes roll up in my head. I shudder as the last squirts of my cum fill up the condom.
Shivering slightly, I pull out of Marta who turns over to sit on the sofa. She watches me with wide eyes as I unsheathe the condom from my cock.
"Jesus, Prince," she says with wide eyes. "You really do cum in quarts, don't you?"
Hell fucking yeah I do. But that's not what I say. I'm too busy looking at Misty who seems to have stopped dancing. The music's stopped and the audience is booing.
"That's all for tonight with Misty, gentlemen!" he announces. "Give her a round of applause if you want her to come back!"
The crowd goes wild and so do I. I quickly pull my jeans back on.
"Hey!" Marta yells at me and I look over. She's still splayed out on my sofa, naked, with her cunt exposed to the wider world. I shake my head to myself. If the fucking slut's not even going to respect herself, how the fuck is it that I'm the fucking bad guy when I kick her to the curb? Besides, I always tell the girls I'm with, from the very beginning, that if we ever fuck, they shouldn't expect that all of a sudden I'm going to change and stay around for them. That's not the way I fucking roll.
“When will I see you again?” She keeps asking. “I’m free any time after my shift.”
Right, she’s free. She’d probably quit her fucking job, leave her family, and do any fucking thing I want to be with me again. Free? Absolutely.
But I'm not fucking thinking of that. Right now, I can't dwell on this. I have to go down and see who this Misty character is, because fuck me if she isn't driving me fucking mental. I need to go find her. There's something about that girl - like I fucking know her from somewhere.
"Hello?" Marta asks, getting upset. "Aren't you going to give me anything at all?"
What the fuck does she want? She knew going into this that this was just a fuck. What does she want me to give her?
"Here," I say absent-mindedly, handing her my condom that I'm holding. I was originally going to go to the manager's office and flush it down the toilet. But there’s no fucking time – I can see Misty start to pack up.
Marta's mouth drops open as I hold out the condom, not even realizing what I'm doing. I think she's too shocked to even comprehend the situation because she just holds out her hand as I drop it in and immediately turn around without a second thought to leave. I don't even notice her gaze of absolute shock as I descend down the stairs.
And it's a good thing I rushed too, because Misty's putting her coat on and getting ready to leave. I bound down the floor. Thankfully, people are too focused on the girls to fucking notice me and in a few seconds I've reached her.
There's an older bloke standing next to her and he sees me first. Wait, does he poke her in the ribs once? I'm not sure but as soon as I notice that he sees me the man just takes a step back, almost as if into the fucking shadows.
Hey, I've fucking heard about beta males, but this is almost something else. It's almost enough to get me to lose focus on my mission at hand.
Almost.
The girl, Misty, is looking up at me now.