I stand in the entry of the strip club and take it all in. Hell to the yeah. This is exactly what I’m talking about. Women all over the place with hardly any clothes on? Fuck yes.

And these ladies know what’s up. No games here. Straight up sex and nothing less. No expectations.

I stroll in, the driving beat sinking into my bones, putting even more swagger than usual into my step. These women are mine for the taking.

A cocktail waitress in the tiniest excuse of a uniform approaches me, lust in her eyes as she looks me up and down. “What can I do for you?”

I chuckle. There are so many ways I could answer that. For now, I settle on the obvious.

“Hook me up with a bottle of Cristal.” I take a minute to let my eyes rake over her body, big tits and round ass on full display. “Then we’ll see what else you can do for me.”

Even though she’s not one of the strippers, I could have her on my cock if I want. She bites her lip and winks at me, turning to go get my champagne.

My eyes are immediately drawn back to the crowd, focusing on a huge table right in the center.

“Hey, hey, what’s up, assholes?” I call out across the room, grabbing the waitress by the elbow and pulling her back, nodding my head toward the three guys I just caught sight of. “Make that four bottles.”

“Sure thing.”

I stretch my arms wide as I make my way to the table. “What the fuck is up, bitches?”

A round of greetings hits me as I step up to them. Must be my lucky night showing up here and finding these guys.

Three of my boys are sprawled out on the huge velvet booth taking up the center of the room, arms draped over two strippers each, with more between their legs or hovering over their shoulders, rubbing, stroking, and grinding all over them.

“Well, well,” one of the guys says, standing up and welcoming me into the fold, “if it isn’t our very own piece of royalty stepping down to roll with us commoners.” He grins, tilting his glass toward me. “How the hell are you, man?”

“Better now that I’m here to show you pussies how to really get a party started.” I smirk, snagging one of the many shots spread out on the table and knocking it back.

The girls draped all over my friends eye me greedily, their eyes showing me exactly what they’d like to do to me.

“Oh, no man, here’s how you do it,” one of my other friends says, taking the girl sitting between his knees by the hips and setting her up on the table, knocking empty glasses out of the way as he does. “Body shots, man.”

“Fuck yeah.” I walk up to the girl and smirk as she spreads her legs and leans back on her palms. One of the guys wedges a shot of tequila in between her tits, sprinkling salt all over the tops of the big round globes just about to pop free from the bra barely holding them in, then pushing a slice of lime between her lips.

“Derek?” he says, gesturing for me to take a piece of what they’ve already been up to. Grinning like the arrogant asshole he is. Hell, that we all are.

I laugh as I bend down and lick the salt off her tits, wrap my lips around the glass and pull it out with only my mouth, knocking it back and letting it fall to the floor before I lean in and suck the lime wedge that she’s offering up like a forbidden fruit.

All the guys laugh and bullshit some more. When I stand up, grinning like the cocky bastard I am, the waitress appears again with the four bottles of Cristal.

“One for each of my boys here,” I tell her, holding mine up in their direction. Then I pop the cork and spray the foam all over the closest girls, holding it in front of my cock like I’m cumming all over them. Like I fucking own the place. I could if I wanted to.

Raucous laughter fills the air as my boys and I toast to our night and our freedom and all the strippers a man could ever want.

Which means it’s time to find the one I want. I let my eyes roam around the room, seeing what’s up for offer. So much skin and sweat and dirty, dirty sex everywhere. Just how I like it.

The chick I took the body shot off of looks like she’s more than willing, her legs still spread on the table. I keep looking. Too easy. This really is the best club in town because all these girls are so fucking hot, making my cock so hard it almost hurts.

Taking a swig of the champagne straight from the bottle, I turn in a slow circle.

When I’m facing the bar, I freeze, the bottle halfway to my lips again. Because fuck. The girl my eyes just landed on? Pure sex. Ecstasy. Endless pleasure. I just know it.

She looks at me just as my eyes make their way from roaming all over her body back up to her face. Our eyes lock.

And shit, if I don’t feel like I’ve just been knocked over the head. Deep blue eyes so gorgeous I can see them all the way across the room, and they are blazing as they take me in. A slow smile spreads on my face, and I watch, enthralled, as she pushes away from the bar and starts walking toward me, shaking long dark waves out behind her as she struts.

Slowly but determined. Not a bit of hesitation. Like she knows what she has to offer and knows it’s damn good.

Everything going on around me seems to fade into the background as she nears me, coming to a stop with a hand on her hip, tits thrust out in front, so perfect I could bury my face in them and never come up for air. Or maybe my cock. Yeah, that sounds fucking awesome.

She pulls her lip between her teeth, then lets it go, blue eyes full of the dirtiest intentions.

“Hey baby,” she says in a sultry voice that has my cock twitching. “Wanna dance?”