Holding out my chair for me, I sit and survey the office while sipping my beer. The space is on full show, illuminated by a bright hanging chandelier hovering above a desk in the centre of the room. A heavy-set bald man is sitting at it. Cabinets span the wall behind him a set of metal doors are to his right. Another man enters via the staircase. He’s wearing a black suit like the bouncers at the door. He touches his earpiece, and a conversation ensues with the bald man waving his arms around like a conductor. You don’t have to hear the conversation to know the poor bastard is getting an earful.
Leaning into Zane, I ask, “Is that Ronaldo?”
Following the path of my gaze, Zane shifts in his seat, his tongue swiping out to dampen his lips, making need build in my womb. He’s so close I can taste the beer on his breath.
“Yeah. Overseeing the club makes him feel like a king, no doubt.”
“More like a fucking idiot.” I scoff.
Chuckling, he leans back into my space, and my body wants to close the gap and give in to the lust coursing through me.
“Kelly said he often brings girls up from the sex club and fucks them over his desk.”
“Pig.” My hand tightens around the beer bottle. “Must mean there’s an entrance to the sex club in here, though, right?”
He subtly motions to the right of the room, where a second set of steel doors stand out. “An elevator?” I gasp, whipping my head back up to the office. The metal doors are in the same place.
“Kelly said it covers all floors, but it’s not for public use.”
“Maybe we try to call it and see what happens?” those blue eyes of his snare me and my brain forgets how to function. Men shouldn’t be allowed to be as pretty as him. It’s unfair.
“From what I can see there’s no call button. It must be a key or code.”
“Why don’t I mingle and ask some of the girls if they’ve seen Kelly?” I need some space or I’m going to climb into his lap and become the entertainment.
Placing his hand on my arm, he says, “Is that a good idea?”
“Do you have a better one?”
“I was thinking we need to get in that elevator.” He hasn’t removed his hand and the skin beneath it burns traveling up my arm and crawling up my neck.
“There has to be another way. There’s probably a back entrance. Let’s make sure she’s definitely down there first.”
“Okay. I’ll hang back here and keep an eye on Ronaldo.”
“At least get a dance from one of the girls so you don’t stand out.” Getting to my feet, I pass a slim brunette wearing a jewelled bikini with nipple tassels defying gravity. Biting her lip, she twirls her hair and acts coy as I approach.
“My friend over there would love you to give him a dance,” I tell her, pointing to Zane.
When he notices what I’m doing, he narrows his eyes on me, and I grin. “Mmm, no problem.”
“Oh…” I stop her from leaving and whisper into her ear, “and tell him your name’s Lily.”
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
Zane/CHAOS
The dancer’s hair swishes across my face as she grinds her ass on my cock, getting stuck to my lip. “We don’t have a no-hands policy,” she croons over her shoulder. “You can touch.” Spreading her thighs, she runs her hands up them, teasing the line of her panties. I place my hand under her tit and squeeze, and her fake moan makes my balls want to shrivel up.
Getting to her feet, she straddles me, moving like a pro over my cock, her tits rubbing against my chin. “I’m Lily.” The words come out low and throaty.
I peer into her green eyes, looking for the lie. She’s attractive, there’s no denying that, but she’s not who I want sitting on my dick. Shifting her off my lap, I pull out some cash from my back pocket and hand it to her. “Why don’t you go get us some drinks?”
There’s no way that’s a coincidence. Lily must have told her to say that. She’s playing games, wanting me thinking about her while getting my dick teased. We don’t need games for that. I’ve been thinking about her since last night. The heat of her pussy on my lap…her tongue tangling with mine…
Fuck, now my cock’s getting hard.
“Okay?” the dancer questions, her brow pulling down, her lips thinning.