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Somebody was getting hurt.Somebody was getting hurt bad.That somebody was me.
It was about eight days after I’d gotten home from my weekend with Kashnikov that I felt an odd shiver as I put on my face in the dressing room at Exhibitionist.
I shook it off, or tried to, but I was unaccountably nervous.So much so, I threw back a shot of vodka before I went on stage.To take the edge off.
And there he was.Right at the edge of my stage, somehow separate from the crowd around him.My body’d felt him before I’d even set eyes on him.
I couldn’t hold back my smile, or the warm feeling in my chest.He’d come back for me.I wasn’t sure what it meant, but it didn’t really matter.I was happy to see him.
My set that night wasn’t for anyone else in the club.It was all for him.I kept my eyes on him as I worked the pole, up and down, round and round.
When I’d drifted down to the bottom of the pole, I crawled with sinuous delight to the edge of the stage, where he stood.
My hair was up in a high, sassy ponytail, and I whipped it around at him, making him smile.I used his shoulders to pull myself up, rubbing my body against his as I straightened.
I found him after my turn on the stage.He was in the same V.I.P. lounge that he’d used when he’d been there before.He was by himself.I’d seen him send away one girl after another as he waited for me.
I stepped into the booth, closing the curtain behind me without him having to ask.Whatever he wanted from me at this point, I wanted privacy for it.
He stood, moving to stand in front of me, close enough to touch.I tilted my head back to meet his eyes, and we just stared at each other for a time.
“I wasn’t sure I’d see you again,” I finally told him, voice careful, trying to hide how relieved I was that he’d come back for me.
“You tie me in knots,” he said to me, the words tumbling out of him in a fierce whisper.“I don’t necessarily like it, but I never had any intention of letting you go.Don’t get me wrong.I’m pissed at you.You lied to me.I still can’t believe you left like that.Just got in a car and left me.What were you thinking?”
“If you were worried about the cab fare from the resort, you should have just withheld it from my final payment.”
He glared at me.“That has nothing to do with anything.I don’t give a damn about the money.Any of it.The payment was nothing but a ploy to get you alone with me, and it has no bearing on what you did.You said you were going downstairs to wait for me, and just took off without another word.For eight days I’ve been waiting for you to come to your senses and apologize for what you did.A phone call.Hell, a text.But no, you just took off and never looked back.Do you have any idea how infuriating you are?”
“The weekend was over.You’d made Sheila jealous enough to leave her husband for you.Mission accomplished.I didn’t see the point of sticking around to see how things panned out between you and your ex.”
He was crowding close to me before I finished speaking, his big body pushing against mine, his eyes snapping with temper at me.“Nothing between us was over, lapochka.Nothing.”
He started kissing me, passionately, ferociously, and I was so relieved to have him here, to know he was still interested in me, that Sheila hadn’t snatched him clean away, I couldn’t summon up even one once of resistance against him.
I wrapped myarms around his neck, and met him passion for passion, ferocity for ferocity.
He lasted about one hot minute before our mouths melding wasn’t enough.He wrenching away, pushing me back until my butt was planted on the soft V.I.P. bench.
He took out his dick, fisting himself, aiming his tip at my lips.
My eyes never left his as my tongue flicked out, wetting the velvety head of his thick cock.
He groaned.“Suck me off.Suck me off good.”
I didn’t need to be told twice.With a throaty moan, I stuffed his delicious cock into my hungry mouth and started sucking, my head bobbing, my hands reaching up to grip him, one at his base, the other rolling his full, heavy scrotum into my palm.
And all the while, his outrageous, filthy words egged me on.“That’s it, lapochka.Suck me off like you’re apologizing for leaving me like that.Make it up to me.”As he spoke, he gripped my ponytail roughly, fucking without restraint into my mouth.
He didn’t last like that.It wasn’t long before I felt his balls drawing tight, his dick spasming in my throat.
I swallowed his cum, sucking him dry, milking every last drop out of him.He had to pull himself out of my mouth with a loud pop, because I just kept sucking.
I hadn’t caught my breath when he splayed me out on the bench and started eating me out.
He hadn’t lasted two minutes in my mouth, but I didn’t last even one when he started sucking with purpose on my clit.
“You’re too much for me, Mr. Bossy,” I panted at him, when I found my voice again.“I’m out of my league with you.”
