I take one hard look at the mirror in the elevator as it goes up toward the 29th floor. Destiny’s probably already there, and I want to make sure that I look my best.
No, you didn’t hear me wrong.
I mean, I always look my best, and I’m not one to worry about the way I fucking look…
But today I’m meeting her for brunch.
It’s a fucking special occasion, okay?
But no. Don’t you dare read too much into it.
I mean, I don’t even date. I don’t even do this—brunch, what a fucking joke.
But I just had to ask her out.
Something came over me while talking to her at the Python bar.
Actually, it was right when I saw her for the first time. There was something about her… She looked fucking stunning, sure, but it was something more than that.
She looked like someone with fucking ambition. A woman with ambition, strong enough to go after what she wants… and get it.
That’s why I offered her a position at Python so fast.
You probably think that I’m some dumbass that just hires anyone who walks up to me in a skirt, huh? Well, you’re wrong, babe. I’m everything but a dumbass. In fact, I’m pretty smart; you don’t get to run a club like Python by being an idiot, that much I can tell you.
And you walk up to me in a skirt? Sure, I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck you real good with my giant fucking cock.
But I won’t be hiring you. I won’t trust you with my business.
Destiny, though?
She's something different.
Still, it’s too bad that I won’t get to hire her. After she left I found that she was Destiny Renee, the owner of the famed Dirty Destiny, and I almost fucking choked on the whisky I was drinking when I found out she used to be a porn star. I’d like to tell you that I was a complete gentleman and that I didn’t look her up online but… Yeah, that was the first fucking thing I did when I heard the word ‘porn’. I found some of her videos and, holy fuck, is she hot.
Yes, okay, I found those videos and I fucking jerked off to her. It took me maybe 5 fucking minutes to cum, and I came hard. She’s got a tight fucking body and I sneer to myself thinking of all the ungodly things I want to do to it.
I mean, remember how she looked perfect in that tight dress she was wearing back at Python?
Right, that does nothing to what she looks like fucking naked. I only realized just how perfect she is when I saw her on the computer screen. Her heart-shaped ass seemed like just the right fit for my hands, and her tits are so perfectly round that I was almost salivating while watching her fuck.
And the way she fucks… Where do I even start?
I don’t mean to brag, but I’m a fucking beast while between the sheets. Sadly, I never found a woman capable of matching me… Until I saw Destiny’s videos. My first reaction was a simple one: I have to fuck her. And my second reaction was an even more obvious one… I stroked myself until I came, and let me tell you one more fucking time in case you didn’t believe me, or you moved on—I came in gallons.
I did it in my office, and fine, I did it again when I got to my apartment.
And you wanna hear the best part? I didn’t even remember when was last time I had jerked off. You know, there are dozens of willing women every night at Python, so I never really feel the urge to go on a date with my hand. But when I typed Dirty Destiny into my browser, well, let’s just say that what followed was inevitable.
Ding! the elevator suddenly chimes, forcing me back to reality. I take one last look into the mirror as the doors slide open, and then I start walking toward the bar. She chose 230 Fifth Avenue for our date-brunch-thing, and it seems like a fitting place. I don’t come here often, but it’s a nice place; there are always hot fucking women lounging at any given time.
I scan the place with my eyes and, just like I told you, there are at least twelve scantily clad fucking women I wouldn’t mind taking for a spin perched on the seats. But Destiny’s nowhere to be found. I walk through the place and head toward the bar near the terrace, and there she is, sitting by herself. She’s talking on her cell phone when she sees me.
I walk up and, wasting no time, sit across from her.
“You’re early,” I say, and she just smiles at me, placing her cell phone back into her purse.
“I always like to arrive fashionably late, but I opened an exception for you today. Of course, that means you’re paying.”
“Sure. But I always like to get my money’s worth,” I grin, and I can already tell that I’m going to have fun. Maybe brunch wasn’t such a bad idea.
She’s looking at me.
Holy fuck, are her eyes travelling up and down my body? Is she thinking about how she wants to fuck me?
I match her back, my stare settling on those round swells of her tits and that slender waist.
We eye each other like two boxers in the ring.
It’s not even an awkward silence.
It’s like two warriors getting ready for fucking combat.
When the waiter comes, we both order something, but I don’t fucking remember what and I’m telling you that it doesn't matter.
Because I’m fucking mesmerized by her long legs, and by the way her clothes seem to hug her curves so perfectly. You wouldn’t believe the effort I’m making just to avoid reaching over and just grabbing those tits.
“So, I don’t think you’re going to take me up on my offer,” I start, and she lets out a bright laugh. The sound of it is enough to make my cock twitch. In her videos she’s always moaning and screaming, and she has a voice perfectly designed for that.
“What offer? The management job?” she asks me and I nod. “I don’t think so,” she responds, plucking one strawberry off of one of the trays the waiter has brought us.
I watch as she brings it up to her lips and opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out and placing the strawberry on top of it. While she’s doing this, the gears inside my head start spinning and I can’t stop imagining how it must feel to have her smooth lips wrapped around my shaft. I’d give a lot of money to turn my cock into a strawberry right now—if twelve-inch strawberries existed, that is.
“I have a lot on my plate right now,” she continues saying, and I almost ask her if she wants my cock to be one of those things. Of course, I don’t do it; I’m not a fucking savage 24/7.
“Dirty Destiny is a handful, I’ll take it?” I ask. She smiles, realizing that I’ve already figured out who she really is.
“Handful is the right word, yes,” she says, and then lowers her voice. “But I do like to keep my hands full.” Fuck, she’s playing me like a fiddle. The moment she finishes speaking I’m already imagining her small fingers curled tight around my hard cock.
“Maybe I could help with that,” I find myself saying, unable to stop the words from leaving my mouth.
The food is sitting on the table between us, but I don’t even look at it; there’s just one thing I want to devour in this place, and it sure as hell isn’t a fucking croissant.
“Oh, are you making me a new offer?” she laughs, and the sound of her moans and screams of utter pleasure seem to flood my mind.
I gotta have her.
I don’t think I've ever wanted a woman this much…
Besides, most women just throw themselves at my feet. Destiny isn’t that kind of woman by a long shot.
I know that she’s fucking playing with me, but she’s doing it from a place of full confidence, not one of neediness. In fact, if there’s anyone needy, it’s gotta be me; I’m almost desperate to claim her pussy as mine.
But a flash of her eyes tells her she knows that I’m playing with her.
“No guy has lasted as long as you have sitting across from me and not given up,” Destiny says, as if reading my mind. “In case you were wondering.”
“I’m not most fucking guys, Destiny baby,” I say gruffly.
“I know that,” she replies, and then flashes her eyes and gives me a wicked grin. “Python.”
“I could make you all kind of offers, Destiny.” My heart is picking up the pace, and I already feel boiling blood making traveling between my legs. My cock is twitching again, and I figure that I've got two minutes before I’m wielding a fucking mallet for a cock.
“Do any of them involve working at your club?” Destiny asks. “I like the hot men you have there, but it’d take a lot for me to leave my club… Unless you have something really interesting going on in there,” she whispers, leaning in to me.
She stressed the last part of her sentence, but I have no clue what she’s talking about. Unless… No, there’s no way she knows what we do at Python behind closed doors.
“Of course there’s something really interesting there,” I flash her a quick smile, and then just lean back against the seat.
“You’re talking about yourself, aren’t you?” she chuckles, plucking one more strawberry and slowly biting into it. Forget about my cock twitching, I’m getting fucking hard now.
“You said it, not me. But if you really wanted, you could come and work for me. I could use someone like you.” Surprising me, she gets up from her seat. For a fraction of a second I think I said something and that she’s leaving, but she just walks up to me and places her hands on her hips.
“Sorry, Austin. You’ll never convince me to leave my club,” she says softly. “I mean, why would I do that?”
Now it’s her turn to grin at me, a burning wickedness flickering in her eyes. “I mean, Dirty Destiny is so much better than Python.” She’s at least as cocky as I am, I have to give her that.
But Dirty Destiny being better than Python? Jesus, now she’s just fucking crazy.
“You know, that fucking hurt,” I say to her. Don’t worry, doll. Destiny knows I’m fucking teasing her. She knows what kind of rodeo I run. “Your words, they’re... hard,” I tell her, and then she just leans and places her hand on my crotch, squeezing my half-hard cock.
We’re both silent as her hand squeezes my throbbing cock one more time. My brain is about to fucking explode.
“Not really. But it’s got potential,” she says.
Did she really just fucking say that?
Or did I just imagine it?
I take one deep breath and look down, and there’s her hand, her fingers curled around the hard shape under my pants.
Acting without fucking thinking, I go up to my feet.
Our faces are close, and it feels as if the air separating our mouths is electrified somehow. Leaning into her, I place my lips next to her ear.
“Let’s get out of here,” I whisper. “Explore that potential.”
She smiles.
Destiny