As Valerie's story unfolds, the mystery surrounding her encounter with Mr. Grayson deepens. The web of questions and uncertainties continues to grow, leaving Valerie in a state of confusion and intrigue.
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As I stepped into the bar, I could hear faint cheers. My attention was immediately drawn to two girls who were dancing on top of my table. The one with a revealing dress that barely covered her hips caught my eye, not because of her attire, but because of her beauty. Her flowing hair and graceful movements captivated me.
I was acting like a fucking animal, waiting for my prey.
I approached the table where she and her friends were dancing and caught another glimpse of her.
"The usual," I requested.
She glanced at me once more. I can't deny it, who wouldn't be attracted? I have a certain charm that's hard to resist. She seemed incredibly intoxicated, but I couldn't help but notice that alcohol wasn't the only thing she had consumed.
I watched as her friend pulled her towards one of the party rooms. I may not know what fucking drug this girl took, but it intrigued me, and I decided to investigate who was selling drugs in my establishment. It was not something I would tolerate.
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"STOP! I'M JUST TRYING TO MAKE SOME MONEY!" The man shouted in pain.
"Money? There are plenty of other ways to earn it without coming into my bar and selling drugs to girls. Drugs that could be laced with something far stronger than what you're offering them."
"If I catch you lurking around my establishment or attempting to sell drugs again, I swear to God, you will never see daylight again."
"Do you understand? I don't enjoy repeating myself."
"Yes, yes, Sir. I understand," he stammered before quickly fleeing.
"Damn it, now my hands are a mess," I muttered as I returned inside to clean up. I noticed her descending the stairs.
Who was that guy with her? Her boyfriend? Why do I even care? I don't know her, and she doesn't know me.
She stood up to dance, and that's when I approached her. It was unintentional, of course. I smirked. She knew exactly what she was doing. She fucking knew. Her backside pressed against my pants, revealing the undeniable hardness of my cock. Hard for her. She made me feel this way. And she didn't stop.
Taking her hand, I led her to one of the private party rooms, not wanting her to discover that I am the owner of this damn bar. Not yet. Never. I couldn't control myself, and neither could she. We both released loud moans as I slid two fingers inside her, finding her soaking wet.
" You're so fucking wet for me, baby," I whispered. "No hellos or introductions necessary when your pussy knows what it wants." With a deliberate thrust, I hit her G-spot, causing her to climax all over my fingers, leaving her collapsed in pleasure.
