by Dark Angel
“Fuck,” he finally groans as his cock gives a dying spasm against his fist. Breathing hard, but that eternal grin on his lips, he lets go of his cock and places both his hands on my shoulders. Before I can understand what he wants, he goes down to his knees and slides his hands down so that they’re on top of mine. He starts to smear his cum all over my skin, his eyes burning into mine, and then he leans in to kiss me.
The moment our lips touch, he pushes his tongue inside my mouth and scoops all the cum I’ve been holding inside. When he pulls back from our kiss, he starts kissing my chin and then down to my neck, his tongue tracing a straight line over my cum-coated skin. He goes down between my tits, circling each one of my nipples with his tongue, and then keeps running it down to my stomach. Once there, he places both hands on my shoulders again and pushes me down to the floor. I lay down and spread my legs wide as his mouth keeps sliding down, dangerously closing in on my pussy. Then, he opens his mouth wide and presses it against my wetness, my own fluids mixed with his, and he takes it all into his mouth, furiously licking and sucking. I moan again, the aftermath of pleasure bubbling up to my lips.
Once he’s done, he goes up to his feet, moving slowly but steadily, and offers me his hand. I grab it and he pulls me up as well. We turn to the crowd and, after blinking twice, I realize that every single woman in here is clapping. Their hands touch each other frantically, the sound drowning out the music and their own cheers. I’ve never seen anything like this. The atmosphere right now… It’s simply unbelievable. This is women’s private Paradise.
This is Python.
Austin
“Destiny’s,” I tell my driver as he opens the door for the limo.
I usually don’t ride around New York in the limo; I usually keep it at Python so that it can be used for business, but today I couldn’t be fucking bothered to take a cab.
I’m in a hurry to get to Destiny’s club.
And no, there’s no special reason aside from the fact that I want to fucking see her, okay?
That woman is like a fucking drug, and it seems that I can’t go without her for more than 24 hours at a time. I swear to God.
Just talking about her to you is enough to get my cock hard.
I mean, those 12 inches start complaining after that much time has passed and it hasn’t fucking tasted Destiny.
Yeah, this is a first for me. I don’t think I've ever cared this much about a woman. But then again, Destiny is so much more than just a woman. She’s fucking stunning, yeah, but it’s not only that. Just look at how much she has accomplished—club owner at 26 years old? That takes someone very special to pull that off, never mind if you're a woman or a man. Trust me, I know how hard it is.
Traffic’s a bit rough today over the 59th street bridge, so it takes almost an hour to make the drive from Queens to Manhattan. I spend that time going through my e-mail and going over Python’s financials, so I’m pretty glad by the time the limo halts to a stop under Dirty Destiny’s bright red sign. There’s already a line at the place, and the bouncers are already turning away a lot of folks; business seems to be flourishing for her.
“Wait here,” I tell the driver as I step out of the limo, “I’ll let you know once I’m done.”
“Mr. Python,” one of the bouncers calls after me, addressing me by the name that most of the fucking city has started to use since that Out and About article, leaving his spot and escorting me straight to the main entrance.
A lot of people start complaining as I cut the line, but hey, what the fuck am I supposed to?
Stand in line like a good little boy? C’mon.
I button up my jacket as I step inside Dirty Destiny’s main floor and, just as I suspected, the place is packed. There are two dancers on the stage, and the men are throwing dollar bills at them as if they could cure cancer.
Sex really brings out the best in fucking people, huh?
That’s probably Junior’s college money.
Their daughter's are probably gonna have to fucking strip now to make college money because Daddy stuffed it down a fucking g-string.
Fuck, those daughters might be out there selling their virginity to the highest bidder. Like a lot of the fucking Kindle books that are coming out nowadays.
“Where’s Destiny?” I ask the bouncer, and he points up at the one-way windows overlooking the stage. The office, then. I thank him and head straight up; another bouncer calls up to tell him I’m coming, and he steps to the side as I walk up to the stars.
By the time I reach the balcony, Destiny is already waiting for me there, a big grin on her face.
“Came to see me or to enjoy the show?” she asks, taking one step toward me. I grab her by the ass immediately, pull her into me and crush my mouth against hers. I don’t give a fuck if anyone sees us kissing; we’re two grown ass adults and I’m far too busy to be keeping stuff like this a secret.
“I came for a show… A private one,” I tell her, and her response is a quick one. She likes to shoot from the hip.
“Well, I hope you’ve brought your big boy wallet, then.”
“No, I forgot about it,” I whisper against her ear, “but I brought something bigger than that.” Smiling, she takes her hand straight to my crotch, curling her fingers around my erection. Yeah, that’s right, I’m already fucking hard. Just seeing her is enough to make me pop a boner.
“Well, I’m going to need to inspect it first…” She pulls, softly squeezing my cock, and I become even harder. If she keeps teasing me, my cock might just rip its way out of my pants.
“Yeah? Am I up for an oral inspection?”
“I think you’re right; I’m going to need to do a thorough inspection…” she purrs again, letting go of my cock and hooking her fingers on my belt. She pulls me inside her office and slams the door behind us.
The moment I hear the lock on the door snapping shut, I just grab her by the waist and push her back until her ass is against the edge of the desk.
Tangling my fingers in her hair, I yank on it and force her head back. She gasps as I do it, and then I place my other hand over her knee and slide it up and under her tight fitting skirt. I only stop when my hand is right between her thighs, her damp thong against my fingertips.
“I can’t wait to fuck you,” I tell her, lifting her head and making her look at me. “It’s all I could think of on the ride here.”
“That makes two of us then,” she says, flattening the palm of her hand against my crotch once more.
Let’s get this party started, then. I lean in to kiss her but, when our mouths are just one inch away, my cell phone starts to ring.
I could just ignore it—and that’s what I’d normally do—but this is the ringtone I set up for Strokes.
Fuck, I don’t want to interrupt this rodeo that’s about to start, but if Strokes is calling… then something is seriously up.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, letting go of Destiny and taking one step back. I pull the cell phone out of my pocket and, just like I expected, Strokes’ name is flashing on the screen. “Babe, sorry, I really have to get this.” It fucking hurts to leave her wet like this, but it can’t be helped; there might be something happening at Python and I need to be on top of it.
“Just make sure you come back as hard as you are,” she tells me teasingly, straightening the front of her skirt and sinking into her chair behind the desk.
“Well, only if you stay as wet as you are now… “ I tell Destiny, and grab my cock, giving it a lewd tug over the trousers. Destiny smiles.
“You've got a deal,” she says, using one hand to lightly run up and down her tits.
I look at her and smile lewdly. I love being filthy with this fucking girl.
I reach for the door in her office and I step out.
If you’re wondering why I’m not taking the phone call with her around, it's because my business with Strokes is too sensitive for me to act careless. Besides, I don’t want to pull her into this.
No, I’m not going
to tell you what it is now.
Listen, people could be watching.
I mean, look at you. You’re watching the both of us. You think anyone else in this club knows that you’re watching?
Fuck, what if someone else is watching me just like that.
No. If you need to find out, you will.
It’s for the fucking best, doll.
I walk toward the balcony railings, but there’s too much noise up in here. I go down the stairs at a hurried step and, nodding at the bouncer, step inside one of the private rooms. It’s empty and silent, and the soundproof walls prevent the sound of the music from getting in, and my words from getting out. Perfect.
“Strokes? Something happened?” I always get fucking anxious when she calls me. I never know when she’s going to hit me with bad news.
“Took you long enough to pick up the phone, where are you?”
“Destiny’s.”
“Well, well… Seems like someone is having fun,” she says to me. “Listen, I don’t mean to rain on your parade, Austin, but later tonight I’ll need you to be at Python,” she starts, lowering her tone and finally getting down to business.
“Why?” I ask, a bit pissed off. “I thought Maverick was fine with running it tonight.”
Yeah, Maverick always covers for me when I’m not around—running Python without him and Strokes would be close to impossible, but I guess she’s not talking strictly about Python.
“Yeah, he’s running the floor. But I have a new batch of girls coming in,” she whispers into the phone, and I can tell that she’s a nervous fucking wreck.
She drowns herself in caffeine whenever we have girls coming in like this, and goes without sleep for days. Strokes’ bold, but she really gets stressed out when it comes to the real work we do at Python. It’s only natural, though—with the amount of risks we’re taking every day, any sane person would be worried out of their minds.
“Alright, don’t worry. I’ll be there,” I try and soothe her, but I know that she won’t calm down until she sees me inside Python. “Has security been warned to be on the watch for the police?”
“Yeah, they know what to do. I just feel more at ease when you’re here to handle this.”
“I’ll be there, Strokes,” I say.
“You better. Now go have fun, we’ll talk later,” she finishes, ending the call.
Fuck, I wasn’t really expecting a new batch of girls for today. Well, it has to be done anyway.
I push the cell phone into my pocket and head out of the room, anxious to get back to Destiny. My call with Strokes lasted for just a few minutes, so I bet I can still there and find her wet and ready to go…
Yeah, I probably should head right back to Python, but I can’t just leave Destiny like this. To leave her without fucking her would be a sin.
I take several breaths. I need to do what any real man would do.
Go inside.
Fuck the living daylights out of that goddess.
Cum all over her fabulous fucking tits.
Go back to work.
Plan.
I’m heading to the stairway that leads to the balcony over the stage when suddenly a loud bang echoes through the floor, drowning out the music.
Someone screams, and I look at the entrance just in time to see the doors being slammed open.
One man in a SWAT uniform steps inside and throws a smoke grenade straight into the middle of the crowd. Immediately after, what looks like the entire fucking NYPD rushes into the club.
Like they’re storming the building in a fucking war.
Fuck.
This can’t be good for business.
Destiny
Fuck!
I should've taken Lester’s threats more seriously.
I should have been ready.
But, no, I let myself go and get lost in some imaginary future, thinking that everything would work out happily in the end.
Lester would do nothing, and he would give up on this Python charade once he saw there was nothing shady going on in there.
But, of course, this was nothing more than a fantasy.
This isn’t a fucking novel, hun.
There is no Happily Ever After.
I don’t care what it says in the blurb. Just because HEA is guaranteed, how is it going to happen when Lester and the entire fucking NYPD are shutting down my club?
Just as Austin got a phone call and stepped outside to take it, my own cellphone started to buzz. I picked it up, unlocked it, and now here I am, standing in the middle of my office while big bold letters, all in caps, seem to scream out me.
TIME’S UP, Lester's message reads, and I feel his dark and ominous shadow cast over my club.
He’s coming for me, and once he comes …
A loud bang drowns out the music. It's an explosion, a loud one, coming from the club’s main room. My feet carry me out of my office and into the balcony that overlooks the stage.
Everyone is screaming and running around aimlessly, empty space forming around a can in the middle of the room. Then that small can starts to spit out a white cloud of smoke and I realize with a sinking feeling that I really underestimated Lester.
He isn’t coming for me with a notice for me to close the place for inspection.
No, he’s coming for me with guns blazing, blood in his eyes.
“What the fuck is going on?” Lux screams at me, appearing at my side from God knows where.
“Lester,” I simply whisper, and her eyes become as wide as golden coins. She grabs the balcony railings to steady herself and then looks at me with a worried expression her face.
“You don’t mean to say that--”
“Yeah, I do,” I tell her, cutting her off. “He’s going to raid us, and make sure we close down for good,” I say gravely.
That’s when a small army of men in NYPD tactical uniforms storm through the place.
They’re all wearing gas masks to protect them from the smoke grenade, and they’re all holding rifles, not regular service pistols.
Lester is hitting me with a fucking SWAT team. Up until now, I thought that Lester was one of these guys, brimming with threats but never having the balls to act on them.
Why did I think that, hun?
Why was I so fucking stupid?
Because look at me now!
I was wrong. Jesus, I’ve never been so wrong, and the Dirty Destiny and all my girls are going to pay for my mistake.
Fucking Christ!
Another explosion in the distance.
Fucking fuck.
Excuse my language, okay? I’m just watching everything I built go up in flames.
I smell smoke now.
Fucking FUCK!
Okay, I need to keep it together. I need to act. I take a deep breath to calm my nerves and then look at Lux.
“Lux, I want you to get as far away from here as you can. Take every girl you find with you, and guide as many of them out of here,” I tell her as she looks at me with wide eyes. “I don’t want Lester to lay his dirty hands on any of my girls,” I say, and she simply nods and bolts.
“GET THE FUCK DOWN!” One SWAT guys starts yelling at the customers, all of them with their hands up in the air. They look like confused cockroaches, their eyes squinted because of the smoke, but they finally start lying down on the ground.
I look around, trying to pick Austin from the crowd, but I can’t recognize him from up here, the smoke covering the room like a blanket.
“GET THE FUCK DOWN!” I hear another yell, and then a gun goes off, the bright glow of the bullet being fired like a punch to my throat.
Rubber bullets, please, let it be rubber bullets, I pray to myself as I turn on my heels and enter my office, heading straight for the power switch I keep under my desk. I press it in a hurry, and all the lights go out at once, and I know that all of the security doors I have on the main room have opened.
I won’t make it easy for Lester. I have no idea what lies he told the courts to ge
t a SWAT team to storm my club, but it can’t be good; I want to let as many of my customers and girls escape.
I can already see the police handcuff some of the men on the floor and drag them out into the street.
I grit my teeth as I imagine what Lester has in mind; he’s probably going to take them into court and bury them in made-up charges.
But first he’s going to walk them in public and shame them.
He’s making sure that Dirty Destiny will never open its door again if I don’t play nice, and he doesn’t care about who goes down in the process.
Motherfucker!
If I could I’d choke the life out of that fucking limp dick loser right now.
“EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM,” I hear someone roar, and I recognize Lester’s voice among the confused cries and the shouts from the police. “FOCUS ON THE GIRLS,” he shouts again, and I feel a violent rage growing inside of me.
I’m grabbing at the rails so hard that there’s no blood left in my hands, and I realize that I’m shaking with fury.
Then, as if the Devil himself had set his pitch black eyes on me, there’s an opening in the smoke and my eyes meet Lester’s. He looks at me with a grin, his eyes small and evil, and he raises his arm and points at me.
“THERE!” he yells, spit coming out of his mouth. “SHE’S UP ON THE BALCONY, GET HER!”
I have to get out of here—now.
There’s nothing I can do; I sure as hell can’t face a SWAT squad by myself, so I turn on my heels and head out of the service door, a headache brewing inside my skull. I run down the cramped corridor and I push the exit door with as much strength as I can. It swings open and I step into the cold New York night, my breath pluming out of my mouth in a white cloud. I can hear heavy boots running down the corridor, and I keep running.