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LOKI
We find ourselves standing in the entrance hall of one of the most exclusive gentlemen's clubs in London. The walls are painted a soft grey, with matching velvet drapes, and black and white tiled flooring.
A thrill runs through me at being here. I mean, it’s fucking Grey’s! This is where deals that change the course of the world are made, all whilst sipping the finest alcohol, and watching the most gorgeous girls dance, although the latter no longer interests me now that I have the most beautiful woman in my bed nightly. In all our dealings and preparations to take over our roles at Black Knight, we’ve never been invited inside Grey’s until tonight.
“Welcome, and Happy New Year,” a stunningly attractive redhead greets us, beaming but not overly familiar. “Let me show you to your table, Lilly will join you shortly,” she tells us, leading the way to a dark wooden staircase and down to a basement level.
The lighting down here is more typical of what I would expect from a strip joint, albeit a high-class one, being dark and moody, with clearly expensive furnishings, a clean woodsy small and twinkling lights on the ceiling that I think are in the patterns of star constellations. The redhead leads us to a set up in the corner that has dark grey semi-transparent drapes surrounding it, a large circular table in the center, and is surrounded by deep red leather chairs. There are steps that lead up to the table, and I notice that each of the tables are set up the same, all with identical drapes to create a more intimate feel. I like it and my heart beats faster with anticipation of the unknown.
She takes our drinks order, leaving us to seat ourselves. I look around as we take our seats and grin, excited to see what Lilly thinks of our attire. Being an exclusive joint, Grey’s demands high standards from its guests, so we are all wearing black tie outfits, as is the expectation here, and look fine as fuck.
Lilly left this afternoon, not long after Lexi and Ryan, as she said she needed to prepare for tonight. Whatever the fuck that meant. Our drinks are brought to us, and I peer around, fingers tingling with the night to come, whatever it entails.
“Where the fuck is Lilly?” Jax growls out, sipping his soda like it did him wrong. I can’t help chuckling at him, earning a glare which only makes me laugh harder. “Fuck off,” he grumbles, but the corner of his lips lift ever so slightly.
We appear to be the last people to arrive because we’ve not long sat down when suddenly the lights go out, plunging us into complete darkness. My heart starts racing again as the familiar opening beat ofBom Bidi Bomby Nick Jonas starts to sound over the speakers. Spotlights appear in front of the tables, one by one, illuminating girls wearing a variety of black lingerie, standing there clicking their fingers in time to the beat. A wicked smile comes across my lips as I get an idea of where Lilly might be. The naughty minx.
The light in front of our table goes on, and I swear I stop breathing, my heart pausing in its thumping rhythm.Holy fuck.
Lilly stands in front of us, wearing...well, fuck me. My eyes peruse her body slowly, giving me the best kind of torture as I take her in.
She has a jeweled halter bra of sorts on, the jewels swirling around her gorgeous fucking tits, with a small part, just over her nipples, covered with black cloth. There are ropes of sparkling crystals dangling down from her bra to her hips, and I bite my knuckles at what lies there. A jeweled belt lies low on her luscious hips, so fucking low that I’m not sure how the fuck it’s staying up. The sparkling gems swirl, creating a heart type shape right over her pussy, where black silk, that is almost fucking transparent, flows to the ground, scooping down so that her bitable thighs are exposed, and presumably just covering her ass in the back. More ropes of jewels hang from the belt, decorating the outside of her thighs.
I manage to tear my eyes away for a brief second to glance around at the guys. They are all in a similar state to me, devouring her like she’s a meal and we are starving men.
My gaze flits back to her as she ascends the steps, the curtains coming to close behind her of their own accord, creating a magical world where only she exists. The beat changes and she begins to dance for us.
Jesus fucking Christ.
The way she moves her body hypnotizes us, like a snake luring its prey. We are her willing fucking sacrifices, eyes following her every move as she dips and turns, running her hands all over her delectable body. I’m hard as a fucking rock right now, almost ready to blow my fucking load watching this goddess perform for us, and only us.
It suddenly feels very warm even though I can feel the breeze of the air conditioning against my neck, and I pull at my shirt collar, knowing that it’s no good, it’s the fire inside me that burns for this woman that’s raising my temperature.
She catches my eye, giving me the sexiest fucking grin, and a groan slips from my lips when she moves her leg and her skirt splits, revealing a creamy inner thigh. Ash hisses a breath to my right, and I can hear Jax’s growl over the music to my other side.
She turns around, giving me a view of her silk-clad ass as she winds down to the tabletop, going on her knees then spinning round, facing me and moving her body the way she does when she’s riding my fucking cock. Instinctively, my hand goes to my crotch, rubbing my hardness to try and get some relief from this inferno inside of me.
Suddenly, hazel eyes have caught mine, darting down and becoming hooded when she sees what I’m doing. Licking her lips, a wicked, naughty smirk comes over her plump lips, and I just know that what she has in mind may get me in trouble.Fuck it!
Her eyes come back up, and she mouths,“I dare you,”at me. She fucking knows I can’t resist a dare, so holding her hazel eyes with my own, I lower my zipper. She looks down, still moving her body, kneeling on the table. A gasp leaves her lips, that I want so desperately wrapped around my cock, when my dick springs free. I lean back to make sure she has a good view as I spit into my hand, grabbing it in my slicked palm.Shit, that feels good.
Pumping my fist a few times, I can’t help but close my eyes at the rush of pleasure that skitters up my spine. My lids jerk open when I feel something brush my tip softly, to see Lilly leaning over me, her fingers outstretched. She catches my eye.
“Stand up,” she orders, and although I raise my brow, I’m not objectionable to being ordered around in the bedroom. Or well, exclusive strip club.
I do as she says, glancing around to see that with the drapes, you can barely see what’s happening at the tables. All thoughts are cut off when smooth lips give me what I want, wrapping around the tip of my aching cock.
“Fuck...yes…” I hiss, my hand coming up to tangle in her hair, grabbing a fistful and using it to push down slightly.
She follows my lead, taking me all the way to the back of her throat and holding me there, swallowing around my length until my legs fucking twitch. Looking down, I watch as she starts to pull back, taking a breath before sinking down again.
I look up at the others, seeing that they all have their dicks in their hands, stroking to the same rhythm that Lilly is sucking. Even Ash has his out, and I finally get to see what metal he got. Fuck, he doesn’t do things by halves! I catch his hooded gaze, smirking, and he puts his finger to his lips, clearly asking me to keep my mouth shut.
Before I can think of a smartass remark, Lilly does something with her tongue that she knows drives me fucking wild, and I snap my hips forward, burying deep inside her throat.
“Jesus, Pretty Girl,” I exclaim in a whisper-growl, drawing my hips back so that she can breathe before snapping them forward again. I repeat the move until I’m fucking her mouth, and she relaxes, letting me use her.