Chapter 26
RHETT
Getting out of the shower, I throw on a shirt and jeans, along with my boots, before grabbing my car keys and phone.
It’s become a routine to spend my Saturday nights at Senses. It’s an exclusive club where you pay an arm, leg, and kidney to get in. The expensive entrance ticket keeps the trash out.
Driving to the club, my mind returns to Evie for the umpteenth time. I don’t know how to approach her. I’ve thought of everything from just showing up at her apartment, to hiring a fucking band to serenade her. I chuckle at the last idea thinking that might be a bit overkill.
Parking my car, I get out and walk to the entrance. The bouncer, who isn’t much bigger than me, pats me down before I’m allowed to enter. I pay the five-hundred-dollar entrance fee, then walk through to the changing room. I strip out of my clothes, and like always, I keep my boxers on.
I pull the mask onto my face, covering the area around my eyes. The mask doesn’t hide much of your face. It allows people to live the fantasy of fucking a stranger and not having to worry that you’ll recognize them the next week in a meeting.
Some of the people coming here choose to go in butt naked, but most of us keep something on.
Walking into the central dance area, I scan the dimly lit room before making my way over to the huge bar.
“Macallan,” I say to the bartender when he looks at me.
He nods subtly and takes care as he pours two ounces over a single round ice cube in a crystal tumbler.
He gently slides it over to me. “Your charity of choice, Sir?”
The sixty-four-thousand-dollars they charge for the single malt gets donated to a charity of my choice. It’s really a win-win for me.
“Summer’s Forever Foundation,” I say as I hand over my card.
After the fee is charged, I take my whiskey and walk over to one of the many couches they have positioned around the dance floor.
I take a seat and savor my drink while I look at the people dancing.
When I started coming here, I used to get excited. I’d fuck the first girl I laid eyes on. But the excitement is long gone. Now I sit and wait for the girl to come to me. I let her fuck me while I finish my drink, then I leave.
The only reason I still come here is that it’s a safe place to get laid. I have no desire to go from bar to bar, or club to club, hoping to find a woman decent enough to use for a one-night stand.
It’s convenient this way. Both parties know what they’re getting, and it doesn’t include any form of commitment.
My drink is almost finished when a dark-haired woman saunters over to me. I let my eyes glide over her toned body. Lifting my hand, I indicate for her to twirl in a circle for me. With the seductive beat filling the air, I never try to talk to anyone. I don’t come here to make conversation anyway.
The dark-haired beauty turns slowly, displaying all her assets. I’ve had worse so with a lift of my chin, I give her the club sign that I accept her offer.
The corner of her mouth lifts slightly as she closes the distance between us.
Her eyes drop to my boxers, and she lifts an eyebrow. Knowing what she wants, I only shove my boxers down enough to free my cock.
Her tongue darts out and she licks her lips as she takes a condom from the stand next to the couch. That’s another added bonus. The club supplies an endless amount of condoms.
She rips the foil and removing the rubber, she bends at the waist, letting her tits hang right in front of my line of sight, as she rolls the condom onto my cock.
She’s an experienced member. Good. At least the fuck will be worth my time.
Straightening back up, she walks over to the display case and picks a pair of ankle and wrist cuff restraints. When she returns, she offers the back velvet restraints to me. I take them from her and wait for her to turn around until she’s facing the dance floor. I crouch down in front of her and position a cuff around each of her ankles. She bends at the waist, giving me access to her wrists. I secure the cuffs.
Because I’m not a total asshole – yet – I glance up at her and brushing my knuckles over her cheek, I lean forward and press a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth.
Getting up, I place my right hand on the back of her neck. Trailing my fingers down her spine, I walk back to the couch and sit down. With her ass at my eye level, I bring my finger down the crack of her ass.
Circling her clit, I can feel that she’s already wet. At least we won’t need lube. I push a finger inside her pussy and work her slowly.
One of the primary rules of the club is that both parties have to be satisfied. I suppose it’s their way of keeping their clients happy.
With my middle finger working her pussy, I rub my thumb over her ass, every now and then stretching her a bit. She presses her ass into my hand and grinds, and I can feel her pussy gripping me with excitement.
Thank fuck, she likes it dirty like me.
I stand up, and not bothering to shove my boxers any lower, I take hold of my cock and position it at her ass. Moving my right arm around the front of her, I drive two fingers back into her pussy. I force the head of my cock inside her ass, and after the initial resistance, the rest of me slips in with ease. A shudder ripples through her as I pull back a little.
I keep my pace slow at first, but soon I’m pumping into her hard and fast. Needing for her to orgasm, I pinch her clit hard. Her ass shudders against me as she finally comes, and it doesn’t take long for me to follow.
As soon as I’m done, I pull out of her. I grab paper towels from the table containing the condoms and clean myself. I take a second to shove my cock back into my boxers before I help her out of the cuffs.
When she straightens up, there’s a satisfied smile on her face. She mouths the words ‘thank you’ and saunters away from me.
Picking up the tumbler, I take the last sip of whiskey before I place the restraints back in the display case.
That’s me for tonight. I walk back to the changing room, and first, wash my hands a couple of times before I get dressed.
Once I’m back home and taking a quick shower, my thoughts return to Evie, and for the first time, I feel guilty that the woman I fucked isn’t the woman I love.