My jealousy subsided when his words pulled me from my own head.
"Why don't you ladies get started without me? I want to watch for a bit." He flashed his pearly white, perfect smile and I nodded.
"Anything you want, Jude," I purred in his direction, as I took a step closer to Lily.
She smiled and her lips parted as her arm wrapped around my body, pulling me closer to her warm breasts and tugging on the zipper of my dress.
Not wasting any time, I see.
With her free hand, she ran her fingers through my shoulder length, wild red hair as her lips met mine in a seductive dance for dominance.
I took charge, pushing her back onto the sprawling king size bed in the middle of the luxurious hotel suite.
She giggled as her back flopped onto the bed. I slid the black dress down onto the floor, kicking it off with the toe of my silver stiletto pumps. I turned slightly to the side, taking another eyeful of the blond Greek god.
His shaggy hair fell slightly into his eyes and his chest heaved as he lazily worked his hand up and down his now exposed erection.
I gave him a wink accompanied by a slow seductive turn, showing off the white lace lingerie barely covering my assets. A low growl escaped his lips as I turned my attention back to an almost naked Lily on the bed.
Her D cup breasts were bare, held up by a beautiful black under-bust corset. Rosy nipples stood at attention, begging to be sucked. Her long legs were covered by sheer black stockings connected to barely there, matching black suspenders. No panties, and I could see clear as day, Jude had already had his way with her. His wet release was fresh on her pretty pink pussy lips.
"Oh, Jude. Such a bad boy." I laughed as I ran my finger along the lips of her cunt, cleaning the mess he had left behind. Lily's breath caught and her body arched off the bed.
"Oh, you poor thing. He didn't let you get off, did he?" Poor girl was panting like a bitch in heat. Hell, she was a fuckin' bitch in heat the way he left her.
"Mmmhmmm," she moaned. Her hands trailed across the comforter of the bed, squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples and letting out some of the most erotic sounds I had heard come from a female in ages. And believe me folks, I've heard some shit!
"Well, Jenny is gonna fix that for you, sugar." Lowering my lips to her body, I started licking up her bare thighs. I paused for a minute only to look back at Jude. "Of course, if that is okay with the boss."
"Oh, please, Jenny. Clean her up for me."
I should have known he would put it in terms like that. Always the pervert, but I had to remind myself, anything to please my client. Even if I wanted to do more than just please Jude.
I lowered my mouth back to her bare cunt. My tongue slowly caressed her folds, pressing ever so gently against her hard clit. I could taste his salty release all over her swollen pussy, which begged me for release. I parted her lips and dipped my middle finger inside her dripping wet cunt. Sucking her clit into my mouth harder, I worked her G-spot as she squirmed under my touch.
I could feel her soft body slowly tense under my caress. Each second that passed, her breathing became more rapid. Her moans more frantic. Her release was so close I could taste it, mixed with the warm come left over from Jude.
Just as Lily tipped over the edge, pulling on my hair and grinding her cunt into my face, I felt his presence behind me. A chill ran through my body as it begged for him to bury his dick deep inside me. No matter how many times we could fuck, my body responded to him unlike any other client.
A single finger looped under my panties, ripping them clean from my body as he pressed his seethed cock against my wet pussy. Hot and ready for him to take me as I licked up his girlfriend's orgasm with everything I had in me.
"Fuck, you're always so tight for me, Jenny," Jude groaned as his thrusts became more rapid. His roaming hands pulled at the leftover lingerie covering my body. Ripping and tearing the expensive lace bra I wore for his enjoyment. Lily wiggled free as Jude pinned me to the bed, relentlessly taking me from behind.
I moaned for his enjoyment, playing the part and talking dirty with each thrust of his cock.
"Fuck that pussy, baby." Mixed with the moans of genuine pleasure building inside me. Each time he bottomed out within my cunt, I could feel him bringing me closer and closer to my own orgasm. Fuck, it felt good. He always felt amazing.
"Oh yes, right there. Fuck me harder. I've been a bad girl, Jude."
A sharp sting spread across my ass as his hand paddled my exposed cheek. His grunts increased as his hand bit into my hip. That's gonna leave a mark.
My body withered under his touch as his waves of pleasure crashed over me. My breath caught and my moans echoed through the hotel room. I pushed my ass back, meeting his hard thrusts, and like that, he pulled out and tossed the condom to the floor.
Spurt after spurt of his hot come covered my pussy and ass from behind as he grunted in appreciation of my body.
"So good, Jenny. Always, so fucking good."
"Anything for you, Jude."
And like that, my work for the evening was over, and my heart was shattered into a thousand pieces I left behind on the floor of the Hard Rock Hotel suite.
Chapter Two
Vegas
Mathis
The thought of moving to Las Vegas, let alone owning a club here, sent a shiver down my spine. Sin City as most people called it. Well, I called it a fucking gold mine.
Owning clubs all over North America, I knew when and where to open, but Vegas? It could be in the middle of the recession and people still flocked to my club. Why? Because I'm Mathis fucking Verlinden. That's why.
Now I know I shouldn't be all high on myself. Wait, yes I should be and I earned it. Every dollar, every green, I earned all by myself. Coming from the slums of Bulgaria to North America, the wonderful USA, it was like I was born for this shit. Bred to appease the youth. The young people of today's society flocked into my clubs where DJ's rocked their souls and my staff pumped them full of drinks and food. Why do I feel this way? It is what it is. I wanted to give people what I never had. I was a kind, caring person that way. And greedy. All at the same time.
Club Maroon was my newest adventure, and an adventure it was. The sprawling new club happened to be opening as we speak. Yes, I had a thing for the color red. All shades. All of my club names had some form or shade of red in the title. My favorite type was when a pale ass reddened under my touch. I could almost feel the tingle straight to my soul and when a woman whimpered because she couldn't figure out why she liked my pain so much … best fucking kind if you ask me.
But I didn't do club openings. I did the first and the second, but the third and fourth? It got old and quick. By the time the fifth club opening came, I was rich. I could hire someone to cut the ribbon for me. The newspapers called me out, saying I was a pussy for not wanting to be in the spotlight. Some even used the term "pussy" much to the public's amazement. I laughed. If the fuckers only knew.
Growing up, I had nothing. And I'm not exaggerating. So I made a point to leave my country and travel the world, and travel I did. Once I reached North America, I fell in love. Not with a woman. Yeah, right. With the people and their abilities when given the right approach. How they became happy no matter what. That's why I went into the club business, and other businesses, but we don't need to get into that just yet.
"Mr. Verlinden, did you ever think you would be setting up a club in Las Vegas when you first moved here?"
The flashing lights interrupted my thoughts and I met the interviewer's gaze. The small man with piercing brown eyes made my stomach clench. "Of course. That's the reason I moved here. Next question," I barked.
Lights flashed in my eyes, microphones and recorders were shoved in my face. It was the same shit, different pile of reporters.
I answered their questions, mostly telling them to check out my club and see for themselves and if they felt it would do okay or not. I, for one, knew that it would blast the fuck off and put every club in Vegas to shame.
A heavy hand landed on my shoulder. "It's time."
I looked at my bodyguard, Dean Croft. His cold gray eyes warmed with encouragement. Long-time friend, long-time partner in crime. Also a partner in sharing a woman every now and again. But he was into anything that walked. Anything that could get his rocks off. And I do mean anything. Me? I only liked pussy. As much as I loved the guy, there was no way he was getting a piece of me. Ever.
I took a breath and waved off the impending questions from the stragglers of reporters that waited while I went inside my club.
A line-up of VIP wannabes stood at the side of the building, yelling out my name. The women were fawning over themselves to get a glimpse, a touch, a taste of yours truly. I didn't get it. I was like a rock star in their eyes. But of course, being the man of class that I was, I ate it up. Let the glory soak into my bones like melted chocolate.