Christy
I bounced around club, moving from place-to-place and task-to-task faster than I could remember doing for years. I was a massive ball of energy, but there was no way I could help it. Tomorrow was going to be the day.
I had spent so long trying to save for my own club that it hadn’t actually sunk in that I’d done it. I’d worked my way up from the bottom and had finally saved enough to put down the security deposit on a warehouse space. I had vision for how the club would look, and as soon as I came across the warehouse, I knew it would be the one.
So, there I was, in an exceptionally good mood, and all the girls seemed to notice.
“You fucked him again, didn’t you?” Sienna drawled.
“No!” I huffed. “Well, yes, but that’s not why I’m happy. I’m putting the deposit down tomorrow.”
“Good for you. We should celebrate tonight.”
“Yeah, why not. Invite all the girls. We’ll go down to the warehouse and have a little party.”
“Can I invite Joe the bartender?”
“Invite whoever. I’ll meet you all there, okay?”
I left Sienna with her planning and made my way over to King. I’d been thinking over the last few days and realized that I may not have handled everything too well with King. It wasn’t his fault, and we could still be civil, even if we weren’t going to have sex again.
“Hey, King,” I smiled, hoping he wouldn’t make this harder than it had to be.
“Hey,” he replied warily.
“I’m having a party at the warehouse that I’m turning into my club. You should come.”
“I thought we weren’t speaking.”
“No, I just said we couldn’t have sex. Come on, it’ll be fun.”
King scratched at the back of his head and looked away for a moment.
“I don’t really think it’s a good idea.”
“Are you sure? You may not believe it, but I know even your grump ass is capable of having a good time.”
“Fine,” King agreed with a shrug.
“Don’t worry, it’ll just be a few people from work. Ten people at most.”
“All right, all right.”
“Good, I’ll drive.”
As soon as I got to the warehouse, I realized that I’d unintentionally lied to King. I’d forgotten for a moment that I’d left Sienna, and, by extension, Jade in charge of things, so a small party would never be an option.
I stepped inside and there were at least thirty people around, some of whom I’d never even seen before. There was music pumping through invisible speakers, and everyone helping themselves to drinks and snacks.
“Christy! You took your time,” Sienna ran up and embraced me tightly, the drink she was holding only spilling a little.
“I don’t even know all these people.” I had to raise my voice above the music and had terrible flashbacks to awful high school parties that were somewhat similar.
“Don’t worry, they don’t know you either. Let’s celebrate! Go get a drink and have some fun.”
She hurried off without a second glance, and I was left behind at the entrance, completely regretting agreeing to this.
I turned to King beside me and gave him an apologetic look.
“I’m sorry,” I said over the sound of the music.
“What for?”
“I forgot that I should never leave Sienna in charge of anything.”
“Well, it’s done now. Let’s get a drink?”
I nodded, and we headed off into the fray, grabbing ourselves drinks and wandering over to a corner.
“I like the space,” King said.
“Me too. That’s why I picked it. Over there will be the stage,” I pointed to the far back wall. “And up there will be another level, so people can watch on from above.”
“So, why a club? I thought most of the dancers hated it.”
“Well, they don’t, really. It’s Diamond Castle that’s the problem, and Rossi. My place will be classier, treat the women better, and all the girls can work for themselves. It’ll be fun, like its meant to be.”
“It sounds nice.”
“It will be. Assuming my bad luck doesn’t get in the way.”
I ran my eyes over King and couldn’t help how all thoughts of the party and celebration seemed to melt away from my mind. There was another part of the warehouse that I longed to be in—bent over a desk in the back office while King pounded into me.
Stop it.
It was harder than I thought to shake the thoughts from my head. I was the one who’d imposed the no-sex rule, and here I was, ready to jump him. Clearly, I was in deeper than I thought, despite all my plans to the contrary.
Maybe one more time wouldn’t hurt. Right?
“I’m gonna go check out the office. You want to come?”
“Sure,” King said.
I led him round to the office door and gave a quick look around, so nobody noticed us disappearing, though I needn’t have worried, considering how preoccupied everyone was.
The office was similar to Rossi’s at G-stringers; a simple desk, chair, and filing cabinet. I was surprised it had even that much in it, but they would all serve my purposes perfectly tonight.
“I’m kind of getting the impression that we aren’t just here to check out the office,” King said, with an amused smile.
“Why wouldn’t we be?” I asked, toying with the hem of my shirt.
“Just the general vibe I’m getting,” he muttered.
I took a few steps backward until I reached the desk, placing my ass at the edge and leaning back on my hands.
“This seems like a nice office, right?”
“Very nice, yes.”
King took a slow, deliberate stride forward, then another.
“An office like this deserves to be christened, don’t you think?”
“Most definitely. But I thought you said no sex.”
“A girl can change her mind. So, what do you say?”
King reached me at last and placed his palms flat on the table on either side of me, leaning over so his torso was pressed against mine.
“I could be persuaded.”
Hooking a hand around his head, I pulled him down so that his lips were at my neck. King instantly started trailing kisses down my jaw and over to the rise of my chest. He ripped off my shirt and began pushing lightly on my shoulders.
“Lie back,” he said softly.
My back hit the cool surface of the wooden table, and I felt King trail kisses down my chest and stomach. He pulled my skirt down, inch by inch, kissing my legs as he went. He did the same with my panties, and then spread my legs wide, bringing me to a gasp as cool air hit my hot core.
“Do you want my fingers or my mouth?” he asked, tracing an index finger through my folds.
“Both?” I suggested with a wicked grin.
“Naughty girl,” he smirked. “So greedy.”
His finger came out of me, sopping wet, and he lifted it to my mouth.
“Suck,” he commanded, shoving it into my mouth. He pulled his finger back out with a pop, and I could literally feel myself getting wetter.
King knelt down on the floor, his head level with my crotch, and leaned in, so that his face was directly on my pussy. He buried his nose between my legs and inhaled loudly.
With a strong growl, he dived in, attacking my sopping pussy like a starving man. His tongue delved deep within me, as his fingers circled my clit. Both actions together were making my hips buck up, but King held me firm to the table.
He pulled my ass further down the table, so that it was hanging off, and brought his face infinitely closer. I felt my orgasm closing in, and I could tell that King realized it too.
One of his fingers was tracing the crack between my ass cheeks, already lubricated from my pussy juice. Without warning, he pushed a finger inside me, in virgin territory, and I screamed in pleasure, coming around his fingers and mouth with a violent shudder.
King kept lapping at me through the aftershocks, licking me clean as I lay there, unable to move.
Finally pulling away from me, he pressed his body on top of mine and brought his lips to my ear.
“Is that enough for you, baby?”
“No,” I moaned. “I want more.”
Pushing back on his shoulders, I forced him upright and slid off the table, dropping to my knees in front of him.
“Can I suck your cock?” I breathed out.
King’s eyes flashed as he unzipped his cock. I remembered how he had never been naked when we’d had sex before, and I was determined to fix that this time, pulling down his jeans and boxers to his ankles, so that he stepped out from them.
“Shirt too,” I insisted, stripping that off as well and throwing it into the corner with the other clothes.
We were both naked now, and it turned me on more than I had imagined, as my eyes zeroed in on his angry cock.
In one long stroke, I licked his entire length from base to tip, relishing in the long sigh that King let out. With my hands wrapped lightly at the base, I covered the tip with my mouth, suckling gently around it. I used my saliva to lubricate my hands, as I slid them up and down.
“King?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Will you fuck my face?”
King didn’t reply, but slipped his hands around my head, threading his fingers through my hair. With a forceful shove, he slipped his cock between my parted lips and fed it deeper into my mouth. I swallowed around him to keep from gagging and took him further.
Then he began thrusting, slowly at first, but picking up the pace. I’d curled my lips around my teeth, so that he slid easily between my lips as he started hammering into me. My lips burned, and I couldn’t help the gagging noises emanating from my throat, but I was loving it.
“That’s it, take my cock, you slut.”
I was gripping his ass cheeks, gliding my nails down them as he kept plowing into me.
He pulled back from me, suddenly, and I staggered on my knees.
“On your back,” he said harshly.
I lay down flat and waited, while he knelt with a knee on either side of me.
“Are you going to fuck me?”
“Maybe,” he said coldly. “I don’t know if you deserve it.”
“Please,” I begged.
“Touch yourself.”
I did as he said, bringing a finger to my clit and moving it in slow circles around the swollen nub.
King began stroking his cock on top of me, eyes locked with mine.
I began pushing two fingers in and out of me, and a loud, squelching noise filling the room and overshadowing my panting.
“Don’t you dare come until I say so,” King said harshly.
My movements slowed down a little, in an attempt to hold off my orgasm, but I knew it wouldn’t be long. I wanted King inside me. I wanted him to pound into my pussy, so that I couldn’t walk the next day.
“King, I need you to fuck me.”
He was still stroking himself, rubbing his thumb over the head as he watched me.
“Will you beg for it?” he asked.
“Please, King, please fuck me.”
“And how should I fuck you? Do you want me to go slow? Will you like that?”
“No! Please, King, fuck me hard. Fuck me like the slut I am. Please!”
“That’s better,” he said, pulling my hands out of the way and embedding his cock deep inside me in one hard stroke.
“Please,” I begged again.
Like a switch that had been flicked, King started pounding into me so hard that it was beginning to hurt, and that made it even better.
“Harder,” I pleaded.
I’d thought it was impossible, but King went harder still, leaving a burning sensation with his movements as he stretched me beyond anything I’d ever experienced before.
“I’m coming,” I yelled.
“Don’t you dare, bitch.”
He slipped out of me completely, and I screamed at the loss.
King moved forward until his angry cock was right over my face, and he pumped it directly over me. With only two strokes, he exploded, ropes of his cum spurting out over my face and neck, coating me in his pleasure.
The sight of him coming onto my face set me off into my own orgasm, as I forcefully trembled under him. He kept stroking until the last drops of his cum had been wrung from him, but he wasn’t done. Bending over, his hands rubbed over my face, massaging his cum into my skin.
I grabbed one of his hands in mine and brought it to my mouth, sucking his fingers clean and licking my lips at the taste of him.
“Good girl,” he cooed.
The music was still pumping from the party outside, thankfully, covering any sounds that we made during sex.
“Do you think it’s rude if we kick everyone out?” I asked, only half joking.
“Definitely not. Or we could just leave and make Sienna do it.”
“I like the way you think.”
We slowly stood up and made our way to the adjoining bathroom to clean ourselves up.
“Are you going to demand we never have sex again?” King teased.
“I think we’re beyond that now, don’t you?”
We left the office together, returning to the party, where it seemed not a single person noticed our absence. It didn’t take long to find Jade and Sienna.
“Girls, I’m leaving. Will you take care of everything?”
“Of course. How was the sex?” Jade said casually, inspecting her nails like she didn’t have a care in the world.
“Fuck. How’d you know?” I groaned.
“Your skirt’s on backward. Bye slut.”
I almost blushed at her words and looked up to see King also holding back a smile.
King and I left the warehouse, a newfound peace in the nature of our relationship. So what if we had mind-blowing sex every so often? That didn’t mean we had to act any differently with each other. Besides, both of us knew it would never lead anywhere, so there wouldn’t be any harm done. We were just having a bit of fun, and that was something I wasn’t willing to give up.