Chapter 17
Varden
As soon as the redhead had recovered from having her mouth and ass delighted, I excused myself. Luckily, the preppy perv had grabbed our friend’s attention and was now chatting her up, enabling my easy escape.
I wandered through the club, finally cooling behind the mask, and pissed as hell I hadn’t been able to come. This was one of those times I really wanted to take the damn thing off. The consequences, though, would be so serious that I never actually did. I’d worked my ass off to build my company, and my weakness for kink was not going to ruin it.
I ordered a drink while I was cooling off, and glanced down from the mezzanine. Miss M and some others who’d been watching me navigated the last step. She was with—wait a minute—she was with the woman with the half mask who I’d seen watching me from the back of the room. But before I could make a move, they’d exited the stairs and turned the corner. I tried to follow, but when I reached the bottom of the stairs, I’d lost them.
Damn.
So, I went back up, all the way to the third floor, to the Twist Room. I knocked on the door and the usual oversized bouncer let me in.
“How are ya?” I extended my hand.
“Mr. G, my friend. So good to see you,” he answered with his gap-toothed smile.
“There’re some hotties in here tonight, G. Git it.”
“Seriously,” I said, patting him on the shoulder.
I honestly wasn’t up for any more playing, the redhead having sucked the energy out of me—minus the orgasm—but I was always game for watching. I settled into a club chair so no one could sit next to me, and watched the scene taking place just to my right.
Some lucky bastard had two gorgeous women. The blonde with her hair piled on her head—what did they call those? Buns?—was full-figured with flawless skin. The other had a dark-brown pixie cut and was boyishly thin with tits topped in tight, pink nipples. The contrast between the two was extreme, and yet they moved on the man in perfect rhythm.
And he looked to be having a pretty damn good time, too, laying on his back with the skinny one riding his tongue.
At the other end of him, the voluptuous one kneeled, ass in the air, his cock in her mouth, hoovering him like he was her last supper.
The skinny one started bucking on his face, convulsing with barely a sound as her face twisted. The big-titted one sucked until the guy’s legs spasmed. He thrust his hips into her face one last time and began to shoot. She pulled back and let his load coat her full tits.
The hot scene brought Saffi to mind. My new “friend,” who also happened to be the daughter of an important business associate. I kept reminding myself of that piece.
But she’d been so responsive when I finger-fucked her, and she was gorgeous to boot. I grabbed for my phone. Maybe she could be persuaded to come out and play?
I texted, and she shot me down, taking a rain check, possibly for tomorrow. It was just as well. I was getting tired and needed to get home to check on my brother, Beau.