“My niece. She’s a business major in her junior year and needs to shadow a business for a project.”
Carina snorted. “And you don’t think Kent will corrupt her? Lure her into where the real business is here at Voyeur.”
I almost choked on my own tongue.
“Yeah, right,” Daniel laughed. “Besides, she already knows about Voyeur. At least some of it.”
I busied myself with drinking the new glass of bourbon, not pulling my lips away from the edge just to keep my mouth busy and out of this conversation.
“And you’re not worried the notorious flirt won’t hit on such young prey,” Carina taunted. They were picking on me, making it a joke. But it felt like they were looking at my memories and pushing me to reveal it all.
“Ha!” Daniel barked a laugh. “While Kent is a womanizer, he’s always kept it above drinking age.”
God, help me.
As though my prayer was heard, a tall red-head came to stand beside my chair, her perfectly manicured nails scratching down my suit.
“Hey, Kent.”
My eyes scanned her body as I moved them up to meet hers. “Hey, Sara. Good to see you.”
She leaned down, giving me a more than generous look at her braless breasts and whispered in my ear. “I was hoping you could see more of me. Maybe in a private room?”
I wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth and latched on to my opportunity to escape with both hands.
“Absolutely,” I said before capturing her plush bottom lip between my teeth. “Go make a selection and meet me in the back hall.”
She kissed the corner of my mouth and walked away.
“See,” Daniel said, gesturing with his glass to Sara’s retreating form. “He likes his women mature enough to handle him. Olivia wouldn’t be on his radar.”
On that note, I drained my second glass and stood to go. “Carina, as always, a pleasure to see you. Call me, and we can set up another meeting.” I turned to walk away but stopped and looked over my shoulder. “Enjoy a show on me tonight.”
Her smile was slow and devious. She’d had a rough year, and I was happy to give her anything to clear the shadows from her eyes.
Before I reached the end of the hall, where I could see a flame of red hair waiting for me, I dived into the supply room and scanned the shelves for a toy. I looked at the various dildos and vibrators with less interest than I’d usually feel. I closed my eyes and imagined heading into the room and feeling Sara’s soft body over mine, her warmth swallowing my length, the look of my handprint blooming along her skin. But none of it came.
Instead, Olivia’s sweet, but devious smile and innocent eyes, were all I could see staring down at me as I remembered the flavor of her cunt on my tongue.
“Fuck,” I grunted.
With a renewed focus to fuck Sara, I grabbed a large rotating vibrator and headed to my prize.
Once we entered the room, she kissed down my neck, stripped me of my jacket, and groped for my cock. I dug my fingers in her hair and pressed her to the floor, leaning her back against the glass, separating us from the scene beyond.
I barely noticed the woman performing on the other side of the glass, bent over the bed as the man whipped her with the belt, between fingering her ass. Standing to my full height, I imagined doing the same to Sara and faltered. All I saw was blonde. Fucking blonde.
I tossed the toy to Sara. “Spread your legs and fuck yourself with this. Let me see it all and don’t come until I say to.”
Sara and I had met at Voyeur a few years ago and occasionally met up if the time worked. She was used to what I wanted, so it was easy with her. She knew how cruel I could be and loved every second of it.
Which made me not touching her perfect. She wouldn’t ask why I denied her my touch. She’d assume it was part of our game when, in reality, it was because I didn’t want to disrespect her by fucking her as I closed my eyes and imagined another.
She pulled her panties aside and slid the toy up and down her slit before pushing it all the way in.
I sat back in the chair and watched, occasionally stroking my cock through my pants, but never pulling it out. I made her play with herself until she was sweating, flushed, and writhing on the floor. I made her hold her orgasm off for the full forty-five minutes in the room. Made her listen to the couple’s moans as they got off. And then finally, I let her come. I relished in the cries she made, relished in the power that even without touching her, I made her come so hard.