My Balls

The longest night

"Wait where are you going?" Alicia asked. "You can have him back in five minute's we're just going to have a private chat." Megan responded dismissively. She led me to a door beside the vip bar. It opened into a corridor with several doors off it, one was her office.

Once inside she turned and leaned against her desk. "Mr. Grant." She began. "I realise that you don't technically work here, and that tonight you are in fact here as a guest. But I would appreciate it if you didn't have brawls with drug dealers on the premises." 

She waited for me to respond. "Sorry about that, Really I just pushed the guy." I said "I didn't even actually know he was a drug dealer until that second either."

She seemed to accept this claim. "Mr Grant do you know this club was about to go under a few years back?" I shook my head, seeing tonight's crowd that was a surprise but then it probably couldn't always be busy. She continued. 

"It used to be exactly what everyone calls it now, a sleazy dive." I couldn't help but wonder if she was suggesting that status had changed given the night I'd witnessed.

"They used to hold wet t-shirt contests, amateur poll dances, amateur strip nights, and bikini competitions." She elaborated. "Do you know why it was failing Mr Grant?" I shook my head wondering what she was getting at. 

"Those activities only appeal to men, Mr Grant." She paused to see if it sunk in. "It's a bad business model you see, Mr Grant. The approach is backwards." Once again, her use of my name was making my cock twitch.

"Men will come out anyway." She explained. "It's a fools errand wasting effort on getting men in the door. We don't need to entice men. We want to attract women." She concluded. "That's why I created the games." She revealed.

"You?" I asked surprised. " Yes, me." She responded. "Don't get me wrong, they won't appeal to every woman. But they will appeal to more than enough." She insisted. "It's almost completely free entertainment for us to put on too." She confided. 

"The games saved this club and have become a financial boon for us." She informed me. "The point is, they love me here, I made them millions. They absolutely trust my judgement."

I sensed a looming threat. "It was me who suggested to the owners to put you on the payroll Mr Grant. It was me who stopped them banning you, It was me who told them you were a marketing goldmine." She asserted calmly.

"All that can very easily change, Mr Grant. Don't give me a reason to reverse that decision, because I can." Her gaze was intense, the erection in my pants suddenly retreated.

"I suggested hiring you because I was very impressed by what you did tonight." She paused as if distracted. "You have a highly unique talent." Her praise came with the faintest hint of embarrassment. "I had hoped to see more of it next time you joined us, Mr Grant. Now I've changed my mind."

I was kicking myself. Had she already decided to kill the deal? That hardly seemed fair, It had barely been a scuffle. I quickly realised this wasn't what she was referring to however. 

She unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor. If I could possibly have been more erect then I would have been. She stripped her blouse off and that too hit the floor. If I had any come left in me it would have been fired right then. Her body was everything the clothes promised.

I could have sworn she was wearing a bra earlier but I must have been mistaken. Those fabulous breasts swung free. "Do you like these Mr Grant?" She asked cupping my hands to her boobs. "Yeah." I breathed hoarsely. 

My penis was now actually hurting from being too hard. After letting me hold her boobs for a few seconds she turned around and bent over her desk. I didn't need an invitation.