Chapter One
Henry fisted the whore’s hair as he pumped his dick into her waiting mouth. The good thing about paying a woman to suck his cock was they never complained about how dirty he wanted it. He loved it when a woman took him to the back of her throat and swallowed down every inch she could. Sometimes they gagged, and other times the women just took what he gave them without complaint. This woman, she was good, an expert in taking his thick cock. The woman between his thighs had dyed blonde hair and a nice pair of fake tits that didn’t fit into his palm. The whole package was a disaster. She wasn’t anything he wanted, and yet if he closed his eyes to the suction of her lips and imagined another woman, he was close to orgasm.
Staring at the ceiling for several seconds he tried to stop himself from imagining her, but it was a struggle. He thought about her long brown hair wrapped around his fist. In the last few months she’d grown out her hair, and it was lovely and long. He’d seen the waves caressing down her body when she visited Donna. Caleb wouldn’t allow his woman to be cut off from her friends even though Henry had advised him to keep Lydia out of all the problems. Would her brown eyes be bored or filled with fire as she took his cock?
Fuck, his thoughts when it came to Lydia were driving him insane. There was nothing special about her. She was chunky, mousy, and entirely boring compared to the woman swallowing his dick.
But even as he thought about the boringness of Lydia, he couldn’t stop from thrusting into the woman’s waiting mouth and spending himself between her waiting lips. She swallowed down his cum, moaning as she did.
She’s paid to like it. Lydia would never be paid.
Opening his eyes, he stared at the white ceiling. Caleb had had several decorators in last week to do a nice job of this part of the club. Ecstasy was a club he and Caleb owned together. They were known as the “deadly duet” with him being referred to as “the scarred one”. They held a good portion of the drugs, girls, and guns within the city and were their own bosses. Together they made a living out of everything illegal while using the clubs they opened as a front. Ecstasy was one of the places where they distributed to the public. They’d met many years ago when they were both fighters. Neither of them believed they were going to last as fighters, and so their business interests expanded and they were now two of the most feared crime lords in the city. Currently they were in talks with another man, Elijah Weston, who owned drugs all over the country. They were hoping to get together to expand their distribution, and maybe go overseas.
“How was that, baby?” the woman said, smiling up at him.
“Fine.” He got to his feet, pulling up his pants and securing his belt into place.
“You’re going?”
“I’m not interested in seconds.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard that about you.” The woman sighed, taking a seat on the bed. “All the girls said you were the love and leave ‘em type of guy.”
“I don’t waste my time on pussy that’s known more cocks than a fucking lavatory. You’re a fucking whore, and I don’t need to waste my fucking time with you.” He threw some notes down on the bed, hating the fact he’d used another whore. His reputation was starting to piss him off when it came to the whores who worked at Ecstasy. He didn’t like the fact he was becoming known amongst the women. Without looking left or right, he made his way back to the main part of the club. The blowjob hadn’t done what he wanted. He was still tense and ready for a fight.
“Get me a fucking beer,” he said to a passing waitress and sat down in his usual seat. Caleb was coming back with Donna from the dance floor at the main part of the club. Henry didn’t like how happy the two fuckers were.#p#分页标题#e#
He stared around the room wondering what the hell to do with the rest of his night. Usually he spent the night fucking one of the whores until he kicked them out to finish sleeping. He wasn’t interested in fucking anyone or anything for the rest of the night. One blow job would have to do for the night. Henry didn’t know why he was so pissed off about the time he spent with the whores who worked for him, only that he was.
A soft voice interrupted his thoughts, forcing him to turn to see Lydia walking up the steps toward the table. She held a drink in her hands, which she placed on the table. “I’m sorry about that. Your barman, Richard I think his name was, kept flirting with me. He wouldn’t leave me alone.”
Richard was one of the new men that Caleb had hired a few weeks ago. Henry was looking into his references as he thought there was something off about the fucker.