Phoenix Club 07(9)

The customer was handsy, and those hands were damn strong. But Dane knew how to handle even these types of men, though they weren’t really his preference. Once they were in the booth, the man dropped into the leather chair and grabbed Dane’s hips. “I like a man with meat on his bones.” The guy smiled. He was good looking and seemed like he belonged on the front of a bodybuilding magazine. His strong hands rubbed down over Dane’s ass and squeezed with force. “Fuck, baby, you have a fine ass. Nice and tight, hard glutes. There’s no way you have a body this beautiful and not work out.”

Dane smiled, eyes heavy with seduction, and shoved his fingers through the guy’s stylish dark hair, moving in closer. His lips glided over the bare surface of his face as he sat down in his lap and slowly worked his ass against the man’s hard crotch.

“Oh fuck.” The customer groaned and laid his head back as Dane let his lips brush lightly down his throat. The guy still had a firm grip on his ass and was beginning to move with him, breath panting. “Oh fuck yes…” He raised his head a little, eyes weighted with lust. “Can I take off my pants?”

“As long as you keep your shorts on.” Dane murmured then stood up. The man stood as well and shoved down his expensive slacks, revealing snug briefs that highly accentuated his raging erection. He opened his shirt but left it on then sat back down, legs parted wide, giving Dane room to maneuver between them. His hard abs flexed into rippled concrete slabs as his stomach tightened with sexual tension. Dane concentrated on the music, turning his ass to the man, sinking low against his crotch again, feeling his hard cock much more pronounced now that there was less fabric between them.

The guy’s hands were back on his hips, though not forcing him. “What’s your name?” he panted, lifting his crotch to push against Dane’s ass.

“Dane.”

“I’m Oliver.”

Dane shifted around and faced him, riding his lap again. He combed the guy’s hair back with his fingers and teased him with an evasive kiss. “It’s a pleasure meeting you, Oliver.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” Oliver smiled and gripped his ass once more, pushing up against him, grinding. His head dropped back again as a hard groan burst from him. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me come, baby.”

Dane smiled and worked his hips around and around, lifting up a bit then lowering down once more, creating a rhythm that was shoving the man over the edge.

“Oh fuck yes…yes…oh my god…” Oliver was squeezing Dane’s ass hard, eyes clamped shut and jaw tightening. “Uuuhhh!! God!”

He knew he should let up and back off a bit, but the guy was being nice and he’d shelled out a nice stash of cash. Dane didn’t mind giving a little bonus now and then.

It didn’t take much more rubbing and grinding before Oliver gave it up, exploding in his shorts, grunting and panting, clawing Dane’s ass and back, pumping his crotch against him until his strength suddenly fled and he sagged into the chair.





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Dane was coming out of one of the booths with a powerfully built man when Angel entered the club. He couldn’t help but devour Dane’s glistening body, clad only in a pair of tight shorts that showed off the majority of his beautiful ass. The customer was talking to him, clearly satisfied with their session, then leaned close and kissed his cheek, giving him a light smack on the ass before walking away.

Jealousy simmered but Angel pushed it down. He lingered in the entrance as Dane approached the bar and ordered a shot then downed it in one swallow. Another customer was already approaching him, this one less physically built, but still quite attractive with his expensive haircut and costly attire. He wasn’t shy about flashing a thick wad of cash before Dane, and equally bold about working it down the front of his shorts. Dane flashed him a smile that made Angel’s knees go weak, then walked off with the guy.

Those are the kind of customers you need to be setting your sights on; the ones willing to pay the big bucks.

“Hey, gorgeous.” Angel was suddenly backed against the wall and pinned by a thick, sweaty man with patchy scruff on his jaw and chin. He had a stink to him that ignited Angel’s gag reflex. He wasn’t anything like the typical customers Angel had seen around the club but reminded him of the men from…

“Get off me.” Angel said tightly.

“What? My money ain’t good enough here?” Angel turned his face away quick when the guy tried to kiss him. There was a distinct odor of cheap liquor on his breath, mingled with stale cigarettes, a smell that conjured up bad memories.