GRAYSON
I tossed my keys to the valet before entering Club Jameson. It was a high-priced club that required a membership, and was owned by one of my clients, Jameson Tate. He'd made a fortune with his talent agency, and through investments with my company, he was able to open Club Jameson, which was known across the nation as one of the hottest party spots in New York.
The smell of liquor and cigar smoke was strong as I stepped inside, only to be greeted by a very sexy redhead wearing a tight, curve-hugging dress. She had big brown eyes, and enough mascara to make her eyelashes look like spiders. I reached for the drink and took it from her tray while letting my eyes feast on those luscious curves. Maybe if I went about the night as usual, this odd feeling would go away. Whatever it was, I didn’t like it. I felt off my game, and I didn't understand why, unless it had something to do with the beautiful brunette at the coffee shop. Aubree.
“Good evening, Mr. Decker.”
“Good evening, Rose. Busy night?”
“You know, the usual clients, but the top floor is closed off for some celebrity’s birthday party.” She looked around the room as if to make sure Jameson wasn’t around to hear. “I’m glad I wasn’t asked to work up there tonight. The tips are good, but celebrities are always so demanding. I’ll take this environment over that one any night.” She laughed. “If you’re looking for Jameson, he’s in the corner over there.” She cocked her head to the side. She knew me well enough to know that I always searched out Jameson when I first arrived.
“I’ll catch you later, Rose.” I grinned and gave her a wink.
Her ruby red lips formed a sexy little pout. Any other time, I’d think about those lips wrapped around my cock, but even that wasn’t helping. I made my way across the room where I found Jameson flirting with two blondes. A look of surprise came across his face as I stopped in front of him.
"Grayson, my man," he said, reaching out to shake my hand with a smirk on his face. "I was beginning to wonder if you were going to show."
“Work ran a little long today. You know how it is. I bought an airline yesterday and a small country today. Paperwork can be hell sometimes!” I tipped the glass to my lips and took a healthy swallow. “Who knows what I’ll buy tomorrow.”
Jameson threw his head back and laughed, while the two blonde beauties standing on either side of him just smiled.
That was the reason I never passed up a Friday night at his club. He had a lot of connections, and it always meant that a lot of beautiful women would be in attendance. That night was no different. It had been two weeks since I had sex with anyone, and it was beginning to get the best of me. Maybe that was why I felt so off, because jacking myself off just wasn’t the same. That had got to be it. I just needed to bury myself balls deep in a warm pussy for a couple of hours and I’d be back to my old self.
I let my gaze travel the length of the blonde with long legs standing to his left. She had big, blue eyes that sparkled in the light, and her silky blonde hair fell in layers around her face. She was really quite beautiful. My cock was getting harder by the minute. Maybe this was what I needed after all.
"Who are these lovely ladies?"
I almost laughed out loud when the smile slid from Jameson's face. He didn’t like anyone stepping in and interfering with his plans. Especially if they were cock blocking him, and that was exactly what I was doing. I was sure he was planning a threesome for later, and blondes seemed to be his preference in women. I threw him a smirk of my own and turned my attention to the lovely ladies.
"This is Hannah…” he began, motioning to his left, “and this is Gloria," he said with his mouth pressed into a tight line. He was pissed, but I didn’t care. After all, I was sure it wouldn't take him long to find someone else. Women followed him around like lost puppies.
I turned my attention to Gloria and politely introduced myself. Then I moved on to Hannah, who had had my attention since I spotted her from across the room. Even when I took a step toward her to close the space, she didn’t step back. I was interested, and so was she. I flashed a wide smile and introduced myself while my gaze stopped at her perky, full breasts; her nipples pebbled against the silky fabric of her dress. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra, which meant tits that perfect weren't real. They were surgically enhanced.
"Can I get you a drink?" I asked, nudging her toward the bar with my hand just above her hip. She had model like features, and I imagined that was probably her profession. If it wasn’t, it should have been, because she would make a fortune at it. My dick throbbed and my balls began to ache. All I could think about was having those long legs wrapped around me while I pounded into her, over and over. We needed to find a more private area, and soon.
She leaned in close and rested her small hand against my chest, her full lips forming the perfect bow. Her voice was silky smooth when she finally spoke.
"I would love a drink." Her warm breath fanned against my ear and down my neck, causing my dick to twitch.
I motioned to the bartender and ordered our drinks before leaning in close so she could hear over the noise around us and asked, "So, Hannah, how do you know Jameson?"
My friend was known for his club parties for friends and wealthy clients, but I had never seen her before.
"Well, I met Jameson through a friend who was having some legal issues with a contract. I think she went out with him a couple of times." She paused a moment and bit her bottom lip. "Anyway, he invited her and told her to bring a friend. That’s how I ended up here tonight.”
Slowly, she trailed her fingers up my arm, but she might as well have grabbed my cock considering the effect her touch had on me. “Do you model?” Her eyes flew to mine, and a laugh escaped her plump red lips.
“My mom wishes.” She lightly laughed. “I do porn for now.”
Those five little words was like letting all the air out of a balloon. My stomach dropped, my dick went limp, and my balls were screaming, what the hell? I needed to get out of there now, and not a second later. I couldn’t risk being seen or, god forbid, photographed with a porn star. I looked around the room for Jameson, but he was nowhere in sight. I guess he found his other willing participant. It was probably for the best, because the next time I saw him, I was kicking his ass! Did he have a clue that she did porn? Did he care? I had nothing against those who did porn. I watched it myself from time to time, but there was a certain stigma attached to people who did it, and I didn't need that attached to me. It could ruin my business.
"What about you? Do you come here often?" she asked. Her brows dipped in confusion, because I’d already began to pull away.
“I’m sorry, Hannah.” At least I remembered her name. “I need to go back to the office for a bit. There’s a report I forgot to print for an early meeting tomorrow,” I lied. It was such a lame excuse, but, at the moment, it was the best I could come up with, because alarm bells were going off in my head.
“Oh.” Her chin dipped, and she stared at her shoes. Shit.
“Look. I’m sorry. Maybe I can catch up with you next time.” Her eyes met mine and held for several long seconds before she spoke. “Of course. You know, you could always request me.”
“Forgive me, but I’m not sure what you mean by request you.” In the back of my mind, I was thinking no way in hell was I going into that territory.
“Jameson is having a Jingle Bell Ball this year for the holidays. I’m going to be one of the Jingle Bells.” She smiled proudly.
“I’ll get with Jameson,” I mumbled as I turned and made my escape.
Even if she wasn’t into porn, if the word holiday or Christmas was attached to the invitation, my RSVP would be no! The only place I’d never been able to get away with that answer was with my parents. Once a year, I was forced to endure a couple of hours of pure hell.