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“LEESA, STAY BENT OVER and flatten out lower onto the desk. Now stretch your calves a little higher,” I instruct and she does exactly what I say. “There you go, sweetheart. Feel that? I’m deeper now. I should be hitting your G-spot. Does it feel good?”
“Yes, yes, yes, Dante! You’re hittin’ it,” she squeals between deep gulps of air. “Jesus, Dante. Harder. Fuck me harder.”
“Babe, I can’t if you keep sliding down on me. Stand up straight,” I command.
“I’m sorry. My legs are weak. I’ve already had three orgasms. Aren’t you ever going to come?” she whines.
“I’ll come when I feel like I’ve given you my best and not a minute sooner,” I explain. “If you want to keep coming in here, you need to get stronger. I want you on some kind of workout program. At least two leg days a week, and one of those needs to incorporate a booty program. Okay?” I say, slapping her on the ass for emphasis.
“Yes, Sir,” she groans, but I can barely hear her with her face buried down into the sleeve of her shirt.
“Now, grip the desk tighter,” I command. “You’re too weak to continue and I’ve got an appointment arriving in a few minutes.”
I watch her inch her fingers forward and wrap around the edge of the desk. She grips it so tight, her knuckles are already starting to discolor and turn white. I grip her hips tighter after wiping off the sweat from my palms on my shirt tail. She’s already made me work harder for my release than I wanted to.
My hips thrust forward in continuous motion; my dick pounds into her tight pussy over and over until I’m balls deep into her. They’re bouncing off her tight pussy so hard; they’re leaving red spank marks. My lower back starts to tingle and my balls tighten up momentarily.
“Get ready babe, here it comes,” I warn her two seconds before I spew forth into the condom. I don’t like to stroke it back and forth too often after I orgasm because I’m too afraid of accidents. Baby accidents do happen. Once I feel that last spurt, my thrust is done and withdrawal is imminent.
And that’s the way you do it, I think to myself, tying up the condom and pitching it towards the trash for a three-point shot. Both of my brothers have lost their fuckin’ minds. They’ve both gone and fallen in love, having completely missed the beauty of working in this industry - FREE pussy by the truckload.
You see, my brothers’ and I own The Glass Stripper, the newest and hottest strip club in Miami, Florida. There are drop-dead gorgeous women here at the stretch of your hand. If they aren’t employed by us, they pay to come in and party with us. It’s a perfect job for a twenty-three year old college graduate to have. I’m debt free and loving my life.
But I’m also a jaded man. We all are. We were raised in the sex industry in seedy New York City. Our dad was the kingpin of sex for hire in the city that never sleeps. Unfortunately, sex for hire is illegal in this country and now, he’s doing twenty years to life in prison back home in New York.
Thiago ran a strip club for him, while Mateo was in charge of the entertainment and I mainly helped with the money. I didn’t get too involved with my dad’s scheming ways. He mainly let me count the money and put it in the safe. I was in “training” as he used to call it. (Technically, I was too young to be in the clubs at eighteen, and was only allowed inside before business hours.)
I’ve got a brain for numbers. A “gift” from God my mama used to say. Dad recognized it and wanted to put it to good use. After many arguments between him and my mom over my future, he gave in and shipped me off to college. Thiago was so happy about that. “We might as well save one Solis soul if we can,” was his mantra.
Anyway, after the scandal fiasco, we skipped town to save face and decided we wanted heat and tanned bodies in our lives. I drew the long straw, so I closed my eyes and pointed my finger straight to Miami, Florida. Yeah, it didn’t quite happen that way. One eye might have been a little open. (I didn’t want to end up in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico).
We found The Glass Stripper for sale a few days after our arrival and knew it was meant to be. That’s not her original name, but the one we chose. She was an old bank with lots of potential, but we knew she was something much more exciting. She’s three stories of one-way mirrors with each open floor being distinct from the other. We connected them all with winding staircases to personalize each floor but maintain the main theme.
She’s gorgeous and perfect. She was a steal in the Realty markets here in Dade County. At nine months old, she’s already the hottest lady on the strip, and she’s doubled in value. Not many ladies can say that as they near their first birthday. She’s decked out in sexy neon lights and draped in gem-colored silks. When you’re inside, you can see outside to the street, but no one can see inside until you enter the doors. Mateo likes to say it gives off that sense of “voyeurism” that kicks your lust up a notch. I’d agree with that. She’s h-o-t and she’ll definitely make your dick hard.