Chapter 2: Sean O’Connor

The perks of owning a piece of the hottest dance club in the city were many. There was the free booze, which someone was paying for but it was not me. There was the free food, not exactly gourmet faire but as good as any burger joint in the city. And then there was the free pussy. Or maybe I should say the plentiful pussy. I always came into The White Rabbit knowing that I was gonna get buzzed and fed and blown and not spend a dime. And if I wanted, I could just as easily get laid, all without ever leaving the building. It was like owning a little piece of heaven.

I had my own VIP table. When I wasn’t there they let celebrities and other equally important people sit there. Soon as I showed up, though, they’d clear out the table for me.

I’m not a total dick. I’d usually let whoever was sitting there first hang out, especially if they were a smoking hot chick or had the ability to attract smoking hot chicks, like the night that actor with the name I can’t pronounce hung around.

The White Rabbit was a goddam meat market on steroids.

And I fucking loved the place.

I was doing my best to hold a conversation with my old man while a sweet young thing with teased up red hair and perfect tits gave me a blowjob in the back stall of the men’s room.

She was sitting on the toilet with her dressed push down to her waist so her tits could flop free. I was reaching down to rub her titties with my cellphone propped between my shoulder and cheek. I squeezed her nipples and tried to listen to my old man’s voice in my ear.

My pants were down around my knees and I was facing her with my back pressed against the stall door. She was digging her fingernails into my ass and bobbing her mouth on my cock like one of those bobble-head dolls. She’d gag a little each time the head of my long cock hit the back of her throat.

I reached up to put my hand over the phone and barked down at her. “Don’t get anything on my clothes,” I said. She hummed an okay and kept sucking.

I held the phone to my ear. “So, dad, what were you saying?”

My dad’s gravelly voice boomed in my ear. Why is it that old people feel like they have to yell into the fucking phone? I’m not deaf, for petesake. I’m just… distracted.

“Boozie wants to retire,” he said. There was a hint of alarm in his voice I’d never heard before. He and Boozie had been carrying on for nearly forty years behind my mother’s back. Well, that’s not exactly true. Mom always knew what the old man was doing, but found solace in his American Express black card.

The thing with Boozie was that my old man really cared for her, unlike the string of hundreds of other women he’d fucked over the years. If he hadn’t married my mother, I was pretty sure I’d be calling Boozie “Mom”.

“Dad, she has cancer,” I said, trying to keep my breathing steady even though sweet thing was sucking my cock like there was no tomorrow. She cupped my balls with her left hand and pumped the shaft with the right, keeping the bulbous head firmly suctioned between her lips.

“I know that, goddammit,” dad said. “But Jesus, Joseph, and Mary, Boozie practically runs this place. What the fuck are we gonna do without her?”

“We’ll… shit… find a replacement.”

“What the fuck’s going on there?” he asked. “Are you fucking somebody?”

“No… dad… not fucking…”

“Jesus, Sean, can you fucking concentrate for two goddamn minutes?”

I was close to cumming in sweet thing’s mouth. I said, “Yeah… dad… hold on… just a… second.”

I put my hand over the phone and gritted my teeth. Sweet thing’s hand pumped the shaft of my cock with lightning speed. I curled my toes and squeezed my eyes shut and shot my load into her mouth. She took it like a champ. She sucked and pumped and sucked until there was nothing left for me to give. She hummed as she held my cock steady between her hands and licked it clean.

“That was awesome,” she said, cleaning the corners of her lips with her fingertips.

“Yes, it was,” I said, tugging up my pants as she pulled her dress up over her tits. I stepped aside to let her open the door. She tried to kiss me as she passed, but I turned my head and shook my head. I had no desire to taste my own jizz. She shrugged, then hooked her fingers in the sides of her dress to pull it in place and shimmied past me.

“I’ll be back at the table,” she said.

“Great,” I said. “See if anybody has a breath mint.”

I shut and locked the door, then sat on the toilet to take a nice after blowjob piss and talk to my old man.

“So, dad, we’ll find someone to take Boozie’s place,” I said. “Leave it to me.”

“Okay, if you’re sure,” he said with a heavy sigh. He sounded old and tired. “Just make sure it’s someone we can trust. You know the feds are still sniffing around.”

My dad had a contact on the inside of every law enforcement organization in the city. He knew who was sniffing around, what they were sniffing around for, and who he had to pay to make things go away.

“Dad, just get some rest. I’ll start looking around for Boozie’s replacement tomorrow.”

“Okay, son, good. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay, dad, goodnight.”

I slid the cellphone into the inside pocket of my jacket and braced my elbows on my knees to finish pissing.

I’d already set up a place in Tampa for Boozie and she’d get a nice monthly retirement payment deposited directly into her bank account until the day she died.

The old bat would make more in retirement than 99% of other Americans made slaving at their day job. I guess it was fair payment for putting up with my old man all these years.

Hell, I’d only known him thirty-five years and most days, I could barely stand to be around him. I couldn’t imagine being fucked by him for forty years.