My eyes catch Dolly and her crew of hoes walking into the club. Full of slut candy and whore tarts. Dolly’s heels click against the tiles as she makes her way toward me.
“Who got you the drink?” Her eyes slide from my beer to me. Taking a long sip, I stare into her, knowing she’s jealous. Her eyes are caked with makeup, and her perfume is strong as fuck. That rookie didn’t have any makeup on, or at least not like this, and her smell was subtle and attractive, unlike Dolly’s. I lower my bottle and shake my head, curious why my mind drifted to a prudish law enforcement officer while Dolly is standing at my feet dressed for easy access. Well, she seemed like a prude anyway. The way her cheeks turned red when I talked dirty to her, and the way she averted her eyes when I looked right at her.
“Tinker get that for you?” she continues, but I ignore her. Her voice is grating on my nerves. Seems to be a pattern with her. She’s not bad to look at, but when she opens her mouth, it sounds like nails on a chalkboard.
“You like to work that mouth so much, why don’t I put it to use?” I set my empty beer bottle on the counter. Her eyes light up, as if I hadn’t just given her my dick yesterday. Something’s wrong with this bitch; she’s either trying to sleep her way to the top, or she just doesn’t have any self-respect. Or maybe she’s a sex addict, which is fine by me.
She reaches for my hand, but I pull away. I ain’t about that; fucking and running the club that’s what I am about, what I am programmed to do. I don’t have feelings, and I don’t deserve them, not after the shit I’ve done.
Heading down the hall, the music quiets. Opening a door at the far end, a queen-size bed sits with a black bedframe, a matching dresser, and black chair sitting in the corner.
“Zeek, how come you never take me to your place?” she pouts, following me into the room. “I know your uncle babies your ass with the finest amenities the hotel has to offer, yet you fuck me in this dump.” Uncle offered me a penthouse on the very top floor that looks over Las Vegas. I declined. I’m sure it’s nicer than the shit hole I stay at across the city, but the last thing I need is to owe him anything.
I haven’t taken anyone to my place, and I don’t plan to.
“You and that mouth again. I’d put a gag in it but then how would you suck my dick?” I cock my head to the side.
Dolly’s eyes widen.
Scratching the scruff on my chin, my eyes sweep over her legs that fall into red heels effortlessly. Dolly is a looker, but she tries really hard to look as good as she does.
“Regardless of what you tell your friends, you and I are not an item. We fuck, that’s it.” I wave my finger in between us, my tone serious. Apparently, I need to remind her where we stand. She crosses her arms and looks out the window that faces the back alley.
“If you can’t handle that, then get out and send Tinker in.” I plop on the bed, watching for her reaction. If she leaves, I might actually have a little more respect for her, but I know she won’t. She’s desperate, a stage five clinger. I can ask her to do anything and she’ll do it, and that’s a fact. I almost feel sorry for her.
“No, that’s okay with me.” She blinks quickly as she nods. See, no fight.
She sashays toward me, her hands moving to my knees as she lowers herself to the floor.
Resting my arms behind me, I loll my head back and close my eyes. Her hands fish down my jeans in search of my cock, her fingers wrapping around it like a vise as she slowly slides them up and down.
“Get a condom,” I mutter, my eyes still closed. The dresser drawer opens and closes, and I hear the sound of foil ripping before the thin latex suffocates my dick. Dolly is a slut, and I don’t trust a drop of her fluid near me without a barrier. She acts like she’s loyal, but I hear the guys talk about her, the way she can suck cock like no other girl in the club. However, I don’t expect her to be exclusive, ‘cause I sure as hell ain’t. She’s just convenient.
Lowering my head, my eyes slowly open, her face looking up at me with flushed cheeks. I thumb the apple of her cheek before sliding my hand to the back of her head, pushing her mouth toward my cock roughly. She opens up and swallows the head of my dick, the suction making me hiss with satisfaction. Her teeth scrape my cock, my dick flinching from the sharp sting. My fingers dig into her scalp. “Easy, damn it.”
She bobs, gags, and bobs some more. With each thrust of my hips, my cock pulses with the urge to come. Reaching down, I grab at her tit, my thumb pinching her nipple. She moans and the vibration on my shaft makes me finally come. I drive my hips up hard, chasing the last of my release, and she chokes.
She pulls off me, eyes watery.
“I swear,” she coughs, “your dick gets bigger and bigger every time.”
I smirk, pulling the condom off and tying the end into a knot before sticking it in my pocket. I don’t trust the girls around here, and the last thing I need is someone digging in the trash then trying to claim she’s pregnant with my child.