Private Lessons

Chapter three: Ollie

3. Ollie

Mr. Oliver Elbert.

For the fourth time in the row, I woke shivering from a nightmare eventhough the temperature was fair enough. My bedroom was dark but I could read the radio alarm on the nightstand. The time was two O'clock in the morning. It will be a long time before day fully breaks. And there was no way in hell I would go back to sleep.

I rolled out of the bed and showered.

This house...everything in it was suffocating me. I had to breathe. I had to get out of here.

Usually when I got like this, I went for a run. But damnit I needed a change for today.

I put on some jeans and shirt and stumbled upon a couple of empty liqour bottles in the hallway before grabbing my car keys on the dinning table. I locked the door behind me. Once outside, I sucked in a lungful of air as I headed to my car.

I sat in the car for a long, long time.

Without having any destination in mind. I kicked off the car and just...drove.

An hour later, I halted in front of Chantel. A fucking sex club. I almost laughed at the absurdity of it. And I had Daniel Morrison to blame for this. Last three months, he brought me here himself to unwind...and give up some of the anger I carried inside by fucking some bitch's brains out.

The way things were going this morning and with how self-destructive I felt now. I might finally take up on Daniel's idea and fuck this anger out of my system.

But deep down...I knew that wouldn't be enough. Angry sex wasn't a cure for heartbreak. It could be a temporal reliver but it didn't take the pain away.

And if I was honest with myself, I didn't want the pain to go away. I needed this pain to feel alive.

I stepped out from my car and head into the club. As usual, Chantel was buzzing with activities. Here was basically a live porn hub. I didn't mind the distraction.

"Hey handsome. Don't sit all to your lonesome. Don't be silly love, there's something naughty for everyone."

"You look like you could use a blowjob." Another lady in a sexy lingerie said.

"Or we could just do a threesome." The first lady pouted coming to knee between my thighs. I didn't stop her even when she reached and unzipped my jeans and pulled out my very soft cock.

"What's your name?" I asked the unknown lady currently working on my cock.

"I am whatever you want me to be." She replied in a tiny siren voice before putting my cock in her mouth.

I closed my fucking eyes and tried to focus on the attention being bestored on my cock but my head was so full to concentrate. After minutes of working effortly, I raked my fingers through my hair.

I looked down on my jeans and realized that we might have a little technical problem. I wasn't fucking aroused.

The brunette lady saw my soft dick as a challenged and made it her point of duty to put all her expertise to work. When the results still came out furtile, she looked up at me with disappointment in her eyes.

I felt a smidget of guilt and felt compelled to say. "It's not you." She just eyed me. It didn't smooth the blow on her ego. "I will still pay of course." I added.

The first lady smirked and said. "Let me try."

Not wanting to hurt anyone's ego, I made to retort again but this new lady was already kneeling between my legs. Without wasting time, she puts her mouth on my cock and sucked, twirling the tip of her tongue on crown of my length. Then on impulse I  imagined a particular blonde on her knees between my thigns and a groan slipped out of my mouth.