Midnight Sex Shop

by Grey, T. A.

  Then the man lay down on the floor and one woman mounted his face, the other his cock. The couple on the other side of the screen cried out and Lina was sure the woman was coming judging by her flushed face and chest and the way her pelvis was lifting off the floor.

  Her husband rode her in fast, long strokes and after she quieted down, he turned her over, facing them so they could both watch the other couple easily. He entered her with his swollen cock and rode her hard.

  Cade stepped closer. His heat seared her back down to her ass. His cock was a hard prod against her back. She licked her lips, certain that she'd do nearly anything he wanted in that moment.

  She felt him at her neck, felt his mouth open and kissing her. Goosebumps bubbled over her skin and her breath caught. He kissed her neck hotly, and then slowly his hands moved. She wanted to yell at him to move faster, to just take her already. She'd been nothing but a walking pile of soft, swollen flesh this whole night.

  As if he had all the time in the world, he tracked one hand up and one hand down. She watched the woman grinding into the man's face throw back her head and come. Something squeezed tight inside her. That was a real orgasm. The brunette flushed bright and trembled so hard she had to plant an arm on the ground to hold herself up. The woman on his cock bounced fast. But then he looked at them and spoke something she couldn't hear over the roar in her head.

  Cade's hand curled around one breast; the other cupped her pussy in a possessive, firm touch. She expelled the breath she'd been holding loudly. The women switched positions, the one that just came now riding his cock. She reached forward to rub and squeeze the other woman's breasts.

  Cade's fingers found her hard nipple through her bra and pinched it, tugging on it while his other fingers curled and rubbed the swollen flesh of her pussy through her jeans. God, he had to be able to feel her wet heat through the denim. She was sure of it.

  "You're so beautiful," Cade said. She felt his cock pulse against her back. She had the sudden urge to tear open his pants just to see what his dick looked like. His hand left her pussy and she cried out. The married couple's wife was reaching yet another climax as her husband reached under her to rub her as he thrust into her.

  Cool air told her the shirt was pulled up. The catch of her bra released and big hands cupped her naked skin. She cried out and rubbed her ass against him, heard his breaths come faster and that thrilled her. Her nipples were so hard they hurt. He pinched and tugged on them, then massaged her breasts in reward. Lina felt smothered by him. By his scent, his heat, his touch. But it wasn't anywhere near enough.

  The wife came, and the man through the partition tore his mouth away from the shaven pussy he'd been licking to watch her. Lina couldn't see his face from where she was, but she'd bet his look was pure ecstasy. He groaned with the woman. Her husband spanked her ass, and then squeezed both globes with long fingers.

  "Please." Was that her soft voice, a mere croak of pleasure?

  Cade bit down on her shoulder. He kept his teeth there as his hands tore open the button and zipper of her jeans with quick fingers. Lina leaned back into him, and finally, finally, his hand slipped inside her panties. He groaned roughly when he found her wet pussy. Very wet. His fingers slid back and forth across the soft lips, petting her. He released his teeth from her and growled in her ear.

  "Do you want to come?"

  She opened her mouth to reply, but his touch stole every last breath from her. She could only nod mutely and watch as the blonde riding the man reached down to rub her clitoris. How the man didn't come already was impressive. Maybe he'd jerked off like...a dozen times before coming to the club. But those thoughts fled like leaves scattering in the wind when Cade shoved a finger inside her. She was tight, but so wet that he went in easily. They groaned together.

  "So fucking wet." Gruff, hard words that made her heart pound faster.

  Then he was gone from her back. She turned to find him, but there he was, bending down in front of her, pulling down her jeans.

  "Oh, no." She moved to stop him, but her moves were sluggish and he was so damned fast. He kept the jeans at her ankles, but grabbed her ass and pulled her pussy towards his face. Her lips parted and she watched his eyes close as his lips and tongue found her pussy. The first touch was so good it almost hurt. The second was like lightning inside her. The third made it difficult to keep her eyes open. Her hips twitched in his grasp as if unsure whether to move closer or farther away. He made hungry, sexy noises and swirled her clit before flicking it with deadly precision.

  Her hands fell to his head and gripped his black hair. Her eyes closed as an orgasm the likes of which she'd never felt built inside her.

  He tore his mouth away and growled more than spoke. "Watch them." Then he was back at her, his fingers clenching and releasing her ass. She opened her eyes, and even with the intense pleasure at her clit, she was sorely missing something deep inside where she was so empty.

  She opened her eyes though. Afraid he might stop if she didn't. She was just in time too because the blonde rubbing her clit was shuddering hard and coming over the man's stiff cock, and the woman on his face had her head thrown back and was crying out freely. The husband's face was drawn into a look of pain. He and his wife watched the women come with looks of pleasure and awe. The man said something then he stood while the women kneeled in front of him. They each grabbed his long, swollen cock and pumped him together. His eyes weren't on them though, but on the husband whose rhythm was growing rough and erratic. They were all so close; Lina felt something inside her tighten further.

  The husband went first. He slammed in to his wife and groaned, his sweaty face flushing, his arms bulging while holding her hips. The other man watched and started coming. Streams of white semen shot hard and fast from his cock and landed on the women's breasts. He came so much and for so long that, they pointed his cock down and moaned as he covered them with his hot semen.

  Lina felt something snap inside her, breaking like a dry twig in the desert.

  "Oh God!"

  She pulled hard on Cade's head and exploded in a hard, intense orgasm. Sharp waves of pleasure pulsed through her so fast, so hard she would have collapsed had he not grabbed her hips and held her. She was aware she was crying out, even long after the waves had subsided, but she couldn't stop it. He stopped the hard flicks and licked down her folds to lick up her creamy slit. She shivered, shook, and finally stepped back abruptly from his face.

  The action had her backpedaling, and then she fell on her ass.

  Chapter 7

  "What are you doing?"

  A flicker of fear and excitement raced through her still trembling body. Cade looked like a predator as he watched her. His hands went to his belt and a moment later, his pants rustled down his hairy thighs to his knees. His cock was so hard and swollen, so long and thick, Lina clenched her thighs together. The cream from her orgasm was starting to spill down her thighs, but she didn't care. She wasn't ready for this. Was she?

  He didn't answer her, but climbed over her. When she tightened her legs, he only grabbed them and pushed them open. His touch was hard, merciless. His cock was wet on the darkened tip. His obvious excitement made her squirm, so she stopped looking at it and looked at his eyes instead—except they weren’t safe either. They were dark and hot with arousal and need. He was a man ready to take.

  "No," she said and his hands reached up to cup her breasts.

  He looked at her nipples before bending down to take one. The pleasure was so intense she inadvertently thrust her hips up against the big heavy cock that rested on top of her curls. His hands caressed and squeezed her breasts and nipples. His mouth traced over her areola, then bit down on the firm tip. He moved his hips back then and pressed his cock to her entrance.

  "Yes," was all he said and then he pushed inside her.

  They both gasped at the amazing sensation. He was so big. She'd never been with a man so big. He only filled her halfway on that first thrust even with her very wet pu
ssy, so he pulled back out and shoved in harder. This time he pressed through the tight muscles and all the way in on a hot, hard glide.

  Now Lina was the one saying yes. Over and over as he moved within her. His thrusts were hard, driving, needing. His suit was still on, but she didn't care, she grabbed onto the back of his jacket and held tight.

  "Oh, God!" she cried out as he hit spots inside her she never knew she had. He wrapped her hair in a fist and pulled a thigh over his arm. The position left her open and he reached just another inch inside her. "Cade!"

  "God, you're tight. Fuck." His words were short, harsh grunts against her ear. He moved faster, harder, his body hitting her clit with each downward stroke.

  He dropped her thigh to curl his hand around her shoulder, holding her still. In place. He went so much harder then, his rhythm wild and deep.

  "Feels so fucking good, Lina," he said between breaths.

  His words pushed her over. She kicked her head back as far as she could with his hand there and came hard, violently. Her pussy clamped and shuddered on his cock as her orgasm rippled and rolled through her, bursting out from her tight skin and pussy.

  "Ahh, fuuuuck." He lost it then. He hammered into her climaxing, milking pussy and came. She felt his load spurting deep inside her. It went on and on until she was sure a man had never come so much in his life. Breathing hard, he collapsed on top of her.

  She had to fight to keep her eyes open. When he finally got a hold of himself and pulled out of her, he looked amazed and absolutely possessive. Like he'd just found a rare jewel and wasn't going to let it go.

  That look had Lina scrambling to get dressed and running out of the room. She didn't stop running until she was home. Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest it scared her. She turned the deadbolt, then closed the chain lock. For good measure she put a chair under the doorknob and backed away from it.

  Oh God, what had she just done? She'd fucked him. Well, he'd fucked her. She could feel their creamy juices spilling out from her. How was she supposed to face him tomorrow? Or for the rest of the investigation?

  Lina didn't know but was terrified and excited to find out.

  Chapter 8

  Lina told herself she wasn't scared to see Cade Vanderoth again. Yeah, that's why she purposely steered clear of his office and went to the break room instead the following night.

  She ground her teeth together, hating her weakness. He was damned intense and exciting. Most men stayed clear of her. They were either intimidated or turned off by the fact that she had a tougher job than they did, or they figured her to be some naughty freak in bed always using handcuffs and a baton.

  The last date she'd been on was seven months ago. Gerry got the boot when on their first date he suggested she cuff him to her bed and spank him. She threw him the bird and told him to get the fuck out of her house.

  She just needed to keep her mind on work. Though she still wasn't sure which angle she was going to play with Cade. Pretend it didn't happen or shrug it off and act like it wasn't a big deal? Like it wasn't the most intense pleasure she'd ever felt in her whole life. She felt so pathetic in his sex club. Inadequate too. She could never measure up to the kind of women he'd had. Hell, she’d never even had an orgasm from oral sex before.

  But none of her inexperience explained why he seemed so interested in her. It had to be for the fun of it. He wasn't the first guy who wanted to fuck her because of her badge.

  She walked into break room and found a group of employees. She questioned all of them and found no signs of lying, discomfort, or deceit. God dammit. She sighed and rolled her neck to relieve the stiffness in her muscles. She just wanted to get out of here.

  So far it was looking like the child prostitution rumor was fake. Plus, none of it made since. In a club like this surely someone would have seen something. None of the employees had seen any kids running around the place; they even looked surprised when she asked.

  She left the employees to their late night lunch and made some rounds around the club. The anonymous call could have come from some Christian who didn't like the club and wanted to see it shut down. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d seen that.

  But then again, maybe someone saw or overheard something that made them nervous enough to call the police. Really the tip could be anything and nothing. Could be a client had just asked about underage girls but then they would have been blacklisted, and the last client to get blacklisted was for trying to have sex without a condom a year ago.

  She rubbed her temples and turned right to the private rooms. The walls were painted a dark cherry red, a stark contrast to the white doors. She could almost picture this place being a modern hotel—almost. One doesn't see a man jerking off on two women's faces in the main lobby of the Ritz or even a Holiday Inn. At least not any in which she’s been.

  A door opened down the hall and a man was leaving after being “serviced.” She figured he was a client based off his slightly out of shape body and the amount of hair he was missing on the top of his head. He saw her, rocked back on his feet, then turned and walked in the other direction. Lina followed Mr. Suspicious and caught up with him at the end of the next corridor.

  "Hey, hold up." The man stopped, his shoulders were pulled back sharply like he was standing at attention. When he turned to her though he was smiling.

  "Yes?"

  "What's the rush?" Lina rested a hand on her hip. The move made her look more threatening and kept her near her weapon just in case.

  He looked down at her hand and licked his lips. A sweat broke out on his brow. "I just need to get home to my wife. She doesn't know I come here, you know?"

  Lina nodded. "May I ask what kind of services you receive here?"

  His cheeks turned pink and he shook his head. "I don't have to tell you that."

  "Fair enough." She took out her black notepad and flipped it open. "I'll need your name before you go."

  His thumb twitched. "Darrel Krentsky." He turned to leave.

  "Wait. One more thing, Mr. Krentsky. Have you heard anything among the employees or other clients you may know about child prostitution."

  "That's disgusting and no I haven't. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go." She took in his widened eyes, it was only a fraction, but it was something.

  Lina made a note and pocketed her pad. She found as she made her way up the stairs to the control room that she was really dreading this. She stopped just outside the door, his door, and rested her forehead on the cool wall. A part of her just wanted to call her Captain and tell him to send someone else but that would mean she was giving up. She really didn't like the sound of that. After a minute, she finally grabbed the knob and turned it.

  That control room did have a man in it, just not the one she'd been expecting. The man lifted his head from the monitors to look at her. He had bronzed skin with dark hair and lashes that spoke of Spanish heritage.

  "Are you Carlos?"

  His eyes narrowed and cut through her. Whoa, not the friendly type.

  "Maybe. Who are you?"

  "I'm Detective Lina Blackmore. I'm here investigating a rumor. I'd like to ask you a few questions if you have time."

  His jaw tightened and he looked back at the monitor. "Well I don't. I'm working."

  Well wasn’t this place just loaded with dicks? She almost snickered. "What's your last name Carlos?" she asked pulling out her notepad. For a minute she didn't think he was going to answer. Just when she was about to cop an attitude or flash her gun he spoke up.

  "Rodriguez."

  "Now, Mr. Rodriguez have you seen anything unusual in the last few months?"

  "Yes, in fact. Just yesterday my neighbor's dog tried to hump a cat."

  Lina closed her mouth and stifled a grin. She understood the attitude. Some people just didn't deal well with cops. "How about at the club then?"

  He drummed his fingers on the keyboard in front of him. "Nope."

  "Have you seen or heard of any suspicious behavior involv
ing either an employee or a client?" He cracked his neck.

  "Nada."

  "Have you seen or heard anything about child prostitution?"

  Now she had his attention. He looked sharply at her, his eyes intense. "Here at the club?" Lina nodded. "No, no. We don't even have anyone under twenty. Vanderoth won't allow it."

  Lina sighed. "Yeah, so I've heard. Well listen if you see or hear anything, give me a call all right?" She handed him her business card but when he didn't reach to take it she just set it on his desk. Before she left, she turned back to him. "I get it. You don't like me. Just don't let that interfere with what might be a real bad situation." He didn't look at her, just stared at the monitors.

  Rolling her eyes, Lina shut the door behind her. Her gaze fell down the hall to where Cade's office was. A spark of anger hit her just thinking about it. He hadn't even sought her out since she got here.

  Figures, he fucks me then doesn't want me anymore.

  God, it was petty and stupid, but it still hurt. She stood up straighter and marched to his office. One thing her mother always said was that you can't help how you feel. And she couldn't. Or else she wouldn't let something like this bother her. But the closer she got to his big wooden door, the madder she got. If he just thinks he can seduce me, give me the best orgasms of my life, then strut around about it, then he had another think coming. She grabbed the door handle and threw open the door.

  * * *

  In all of her angry ramblings to his office, she honestly hadn't envisioned this. Though now she knew better and realized it should have been something like this that she pictured. Perfect blonde Sara was wrapped around him like she was trying to meld with him. Her lips were on his, her hands in his hair, his at her hips. She wore some half an outfit that made her look like a German beerstein waitress.

  They tore apart when the door she flung open swung and slammed against the wall. Sara looked back at her and smiled. The look was pure evil bitch. Make that Barbie Bitch. Lina had never had or felt female competition about anything aside from target shooting at work, but she had a feeling this was what it was like. It made her want to punch Sara’s pretty pink mouth until it didn't look so nice anymore. Then call her a bitch for good measure.