WineBar: The Complete Story

by Alexis Angel

  “Dammit,” I mutter. “Don’t do this, Lorraine.”

  She seems to get herself slightly under control. No easy feat, I’m sure. Not with the way he’s looking at her with those blue eyes. And especially not with the way his hands are all over her body.

  I lean closer to the screen as Lorraine says, “I’m so wet for you right now, Carter. I need you inside of me. I’m going to die if you don’t fill me up with that gorgeous thick cock.”

  I snort in laughter. That’s a classic Lorraine line. And according to her, the guys always go for it. She’s certainly going to be pulling out all the stops tonight, using every weapon in her seduction arsenal to get this guy to give in.

  Carter steps back from her, his eyes taking her in, blazing with straight up cocky lust that I can see even through the screen. His stare is so potent, so seductive, that even I feel it. My panties are soaked just from watching. No wonder this is the highest rated show on TV.

  He slowly unbuttons his shirt, then moves his hands to his belt, unbuckling it quickly. Fuck yes. I feel a little thrill race through me, and I’m honestly not sure if it’s because I’m about to see Carter’s cock or because he’s obviously ensnared by Lorraine and wants to fuck her.

  He drops his pants to the floor and tosses his shirt aside so that he’s standing there in front of a fully clothed Lorraine in nothing but his boxer briefs. The cameras catch her eyes trailing down over his abs, and I can literally see them bulge as she sees how chiseled they are. I groan.

  Come on, girl. You were prepared for this. Don’t let me down.

  This is so not good. He’s mostly naked and she’s totally dressed. She should be the one stripping down, giving him such a show that he can’t help but fuck her. But no. I can already tell how this is going to end. I can see it in her face as she licks her lips when her eyes finally fall on the huge outline of his straining cock beneath his boxer briefs.

  Then in a totally unexpected move—for me, at least, because the look on Carter’s face says that he isn’t surprised in the slightest—Lorraine falls to her knees on the floor in front of him.

  “Oh my God, nooooo,” I scream at the screen, banging my fist on my desk. What in the actual fuck? I sent my best seducer in there, and now she’s on her knees ready to give the Head Hunter himself exactly what he wants.

  Wait, no—scratch that. She’s not about to. She’s totally doing it. Lorraine has popped his cock out of his boxers and is going to town polishing his knob.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck!

  It doesn’t take long—she’s good—before Carter is coming down her throat, and she looks like she’s loving every single second of it. I want to be upset, and I’m sure I'll be later, but I’m also super turned on by the look on Carter’s face and the sound he makes as he keeps coming, shooting what I’m sure is jet after jet of hot cum into my best girl’s mouth. What the hell is that about?

  When she pops off his cock with a smacking sound that’s in full stereo, a dreamy smile on her face, she starts to pull her skirt up, looking at him in anticipation like she thinks he’s going to fuck her now. God. Does Carter make every woman lose all higher reasoning abilities?

  Carter shakes his head. “Nope. I’m saving myself.”

  Saving himself for what? I wonder for the hundredth time. I know people buy into that Carter’s waiting for love thing, but I never believed it.

  “I’ll still get you off if you want, though.”

  That’s when Lorraine seems to register what she’s just done. Stupid girl.

  She sighs and stands up, obviously defeated. “No, it’s okay.” She knows she’s in trouble. She knows I’m watching.

  I sit back in my chair and groan again. Lorraine was the best. No one else could've done a better job. Yet she still failed. There’s only one other option. I’m going to have to go in. I guess it’s true what they say. If you want a job done right, you have to do it yourself.

  Carter

  It’s late at night, but the streets of New York are just as crowded as ever. I’ve been in this city for two weeks now. Only nine weeks to go. Nine weeks until I’m two billion dollars richer. I’ve got this.

  That chick from last week was almost too easy. She was practically begging to blow me the minute we went to my apartment. I scoff. So much for her claim that she was going to change my life. Lola’s too. They have no idea.

  It’s just too easy to resist these women that throw themselves at me week after week.

  “So what’s next?” I ask Chase as we make our way down the sidewalk. We’ve just left a bar. It’s about time for the next woman to throw herself my way in an attempt to make me cave.

  Chase laughs. “Well, this week the network is trying something new. They want you to go to a strip club.”

  “Seriously?” They really think that going to a strip club is going to make me give it up? They really are clueless. “Why?”

  He shrugs. “I guess they think it'll make good television. But they want you to spend some time there. Make sure they get some good footage. Up the sexy factor for the viewers.”

  “I can do that. When?”

  “Tonight.”

  I glance at Chase. “Like right now?”

  He nods. “That’s where we’re headed.”

  Now it makes sense why drink after drink was shoved my way at the bar. They wanted to get me good and drunk so I’d let down my defense. It almost makes me laugh. Do they really have no idea who they’re dealing with at this point? I mean, it's been five years. A few drinks certainly aren’t going to make me crack.

  “Okay, bro,” I say, “let’s do this then.” I think it could actually be fun. I might have a good time, and I’m sure there’ll be plenty of strippers there ready to have a shot at getting me off. Who I am I to stop them? I grin and turn to Chase. “Just so you know, though, I’m not spending any of my money.”

  Why should I have to pay for strippers, lap dances, or anything else they might offer me? I can get all that shit for free just because of who I am.

  Chase shakes his head. “No worries, man. I’ve got you covered. I’ll spend it for you. Anything you want, it’s yours.”

  I arch an eyebrow at him skeptically. “You’re paying?”

  He grins sheepishly. “Well, I’ll spend it for you, but it’s courtesy of ABN.”

  Of course it is. I shake my head again, amused that they think this will be what makes me crack. Lola is something else. Apparently she’s willing to pull out all the stops to keep from paying out that two billion.

  “Whatever, dude,” I say to Chase as we enter the strip club that we just walked up to. It’s pretty posh. Not some sleazy strip club. But I wouldn’t expect anything less than the best. The viewers eat up my billionaire playboy lifestyle. I have to hand it to the marketing team—and Lola—this'll be good for the show.

  We stand just inside the entrance, and Chase is going on about some bullshit the network probably told him to say about what we should do now that we’re here, but I’m not listening at all because despite my skepticism about this whole thing, I suddenly can’t drag my eyes away from a girl who's headed my way. There’s no doubt in my mind that she’s the hottest girl I’ve ever seen in my entire life. And that’s saying something because the network doesn’t let just anybody on the show to tempt me. But this girl. She tops them all. And she’s walking straight toward me.

  “Dude,” I say to Chase, elbowing him in the ribs. “Check this one out.”

  I hear his low chuckle and know he has to have that devious grin on that he usually gets when I find a girl that I want. But I don’t bother looking at him. My eyes are locked on her like she’s got some kind of gravitational pull on me. I can't look away, even if I wanted to.

  Then she’s there in front of me, her blonde hair falling in sexy waves around her shoulders and cascading down over her tits, which are fucking perfect. Gorgeous and huge and round, I can see her nipples pointing my way through her outfit, and I can’t wait to get my hands on them. Her bright
blue eyes are gleaming, watching me closely, filled with the same lust that’s taking over my body right this minute. My dick is instantly hard when she licks her full lips. Fuck, I want those lips wrapped around my cock. Right the fuck now.

  “Carter.” Chase’s voice filters in through my hazy brain, forcing me to snap myself out of the momentary stupor. What the hell? I always have the upper hand with women. They don’t send me into a lust-filled haze where I can’t even think straight. I’m the one who does that to them.

  Keep it together, Blaine.

  I tune back in to what Chase is saying.

  “Carter,” he repeats, “this is Destiny. Destiny, meet Carter Blaine.”

  She smiles up at me. She obviously knows exactly who I am. But the way she’s looking at me isn’t quite the same as what I’m used to. Yeah, there’s a bit of a predatory gleam in her eye, but there’s something else. Something I didn’t expect. Something that looks a lot like genuine interest.

  But I push that thought aside. I can’t be bothered with thinking about anything other than how it’s going to feel when I get this girl to give me head.

  Chase shoves a fat stack of hundred-dollar bills in my hand, clapping me on the back as he tells Destiny, “Take my man here to the most luxurious private room you have and give him anything he asks for.”

  Destiny gives me another smile, looking like she’s up for anything and everything.

  Fuck yeah. Let’s do this.

  Ashley

  “Please follow me,” my voice cracks, my armor a bit faulty as I take in the man I’ve imagined way too many times, right before I cream all over myself. Hell, I’ve even imagined him while fucking other men at times.

  But television and my daydreams don’t begin to do him justice. He’s hotter than I could've ever envisioned, especially since his nonchalant attitude can never be depicted on the show. He’s following me, but his eyes are scoping the club, but not like most men do. You see, most men see women and lose themselves as well as any intuition they may embody. I’ve seen men shrink to boys right before my eyes, their cocks making them my slave just from a soft bite to my bottom lip.

  Carter isn’t like that, and I know I need a different approach, because although I’ve caught him looking down at my ass, I know he isn’t going to be an easy target. He’s one of those types who knows he’s sexy, so his affect on me isn’t lost. He’s probably picking up on my erratic breathing, the clenching of my ass cheeks as I walk, and he may have already noticed my razor-sharp nipples.

  Making my way through the large club, I notice all the women staring at us as I lead Carter to the VIP rooms in the back of the club. I have to focus to remember the layout I’ve recently learned, everything is so different in the dim lights, with red accents everywhere, making the place seem like an erotic dream. The sofas are Victorian style, with gold accents and plush red velvet upholstery. Men lean back in their tailored suits, ties loosened, and crotches bulging, as women stand before them twisting and turning half naked.

  These are the small time suckers, and amateur girls. Any man worth his weight in millions wouldn’t dare be caught out in the open area of a club with a tight grip on his cock. And any girl with experience wouldn’t want anything to do with a man like that.

  No, the real money is made in the back rooms, and the real ballers hide behind the curtains protected by bulky bodyguards who make sure women like me can’t get pictures of these expensive targets once I’ve made them bend to my seduction.

  “Destiny, you can come here,” the voice says to my right, and I process it, but completely forget that I am Destiny, so I continue walking, ignoring the order.

  “Hey, over here,” the voice is dark and throaty, as his fingers grasp my hip, pulling me close to him as he casually whispers in my ear.

  The music fades into oblivion as I take in his rosewood aroma; it’s heavy and thick, much like the bulge in his pants poking me from behind. I feel myself warm up, my pussy muscles clenching feverishly as his hand squeezes on my exposed skin, waiting for a response.

  “Okay,” is all I can manage, the breath caught in my throat, and lust coursing through my veins.

  Even his voice is sexier than I expected. Heading toward the voice that pointed out a private room, I walk into the fanciest private area I’ve ever seen in a club. Like the public areas, there is a dim and red lighting effect, and there are plush red sofas with gold accents. But the amount of gold décor and marble flooring elevates this place above every other area of the night club.

  “Have a seat,” I say in my seductive tone, my mind and body getting into full character as I prepare to begin my work. Yes, he’s sexy, but I’m a professional and this is what I do.

  “Cool,” he sighs, flopping down on the sofa as I set the large stack of money Chase handed me upon their arrival.

  Carter is sitting with his legs spread, his bulging member on full display as he leans back, his left arm fully extended on the headrest of the sofa.

  “You gonna dance?” He lifts one eyebrow and his lips curl into a smirk so sexy, so mischievous, I have to look away to maintain my composure.

  “Is that what you want?” I sway my hips, moving closer to him before spinning to show my backside, which is barely covered in lace.

  “It depends. How does this work? Can I touch you?” He tilts his head as if he’s studying me.

  “You can do whatever you like,” I say over my shoulder, and I can literally see his eyes darken as he licks those full lips.

  “You can dance then,” he leans forward, gripping my hip again, my body heating to his touch. “Just make sure it ends with my cumming all over you.”

  Oh, God. My thighs press together to appease my needy pussy, desperate for some attention with all of this arousal happening. My nipples are poking through the lace fabric containing them, and every hair on my body is standing, my hormones on high alert.

  “I can handle that,” I manage to actually sound sexy before moving to stand before him. As always, I spend an awkwardly long period just standing, looking into his eyes with every ounce of seduction I have, willing him to let me past his hard shell. All men have it, it’s their cock’s common sense, and until you can break through it, you’ll never be able to penetrate their mind.

  Your body can only do so much, the art of seduction is more about the mind, a long mental game, and my chest is heaving as I try to break through Carter’s inhibitions. When he bites his bottom lip, his eyes roam over my body, pausing at my large perky breasts and then again between my legs. He has to be curious what it would feel like to find himself buried in a greedy, wet pussy, and I’ve got one begging for him.

  When his eyes begin to roam back up my body, I move my hands to my breasts, and once he’s watched me massage myself, his lustful eyes travel back to my slender face, landing on my own. Turning around, I peak over my shoulder, watching him take in my backside, in all its lace filled glory. I’m creaming by the time his hand drifts down to his cock, wrapping around to squeeze what looks to be a thick shaft.

  Bending over, I poke my ass back, rocking side to side in a slow motion. He’s lost in my dancing, so he doesn’t even notice my watching as he follows my every movement, his hand slowly, and subtly stroking his growing erection.

  Dropping to my knees, I continue moving my body seductively, imagining his hard body beneath me as I ride him into an orgasm. My body is twirling to the rhythm of the music, my hands in my hair as my back arches while my hips move back and forward in a wave like motion.

  When I look back to him, he’s scooted to the edge of his seat, his jaw clenched as he watches me. Honestly, I’d completely forgotten he was there, a little lost to my own pleasure as I moved to the rhythm.

  Now back on my feet, I dance in front of him, my body swaying and twisting, his eyes roaming over me like a hungry animal. I begin massaging my large breasts, his eyes glued to me. First he focuses on the massage, but then his eyes drift up to mine, and I lock onto his deep blue eyes. Entranced by
this stare down, my body moves for him, bends for him, and grows even more aroused every time he looks to be pleased with my dancing.

  His hand is back on his cock, his bulge even bigger, and I want to see more. I want to see him, feel him, and taste him. Without words, he’s seduced me, intoxicated me with his bravado, and I know I’m having an effect on him as well. I can sense his desire for me, his need for a release, but I’m determined to extend this as long as possible.

  Continuing with the winding of my hips and waving of my belly, I move my hands to my bra straps, first moving one down, and then dancing as he watches, waiting. I know he wants to see me remove my bra altogether, but I’m going to make him wait. I want him to mentally beg me for everything he’s going to get. I can understand that a man of his stature and sexiness isn’t going to outright ask for anything, but I know what a man wants before he can even open his mouth.

  Slowly, I move to the other bra strap, tracing the outline as I delay moving the lace down my arm, the delicate fabric titillating my overly sensitive skin. Just as the fabric is about to fall, the anticipation and excitement is evident on his face and in his eyes, and I pause. Pushing my breasts together with my biceps, I hold the thin fabric in place, just before it can fall to expose my small pink nipples.

  “Do you mind?” I ask in a soft voice.

  “Do I mind what?” He furrows his brows together, seemingly confused by my halt.

  “If I let them out,” I raise my eyebrows as if he should know what I'm asking.

  “What do you think?” He runs his thick pink tongue across his bottom lips and I have to bite my bottom lip as I swallow slowly from his commanding voice.

  He doesn’t need to answer, and neither do I, well at least not with words. Moving my arms, I allow the lace to fold over, my heavy breasts falling before bouncing up. I can see his jaw tense, as his hand wraps around his now well-defined imprint. He’s packing, and I know I’ve got to see it.