Ishan

Part 2

It had been an unusually dry spell for Shubman, a full week without any hookups or wild nights. The reason wasn't a lack of opportunity but the nature of his business—one that skated on the edge of legality and consumed much of his time. 

The stress of it all had kept him occupied, but tonight, Shubman was determined to break the streak.

As evening approached, he prepared with precision, the ritual almost as satisfying as the night he envisioned ahead. A quick shower washed away the remnants of a long, tedious day. 

He combed his hair, each strand perfectly in place, and applied just the right amount of cologne—a scent that was masculine yet alluring, designed to draw people closer without overwhelming them. 

The outfit came next: a fitted shirt that hinted at the muscles beneath and jeans that accentuated his lean frame. The final touch was his trademark smirk, the one that had never failed him before.

Stepping out into the night, Shubman felt a surge of anticipation. His destination was a club notorious for its energy and the promise of anonymous encounters. He was no stranger to this scene, and tonight, he intended to fully indulge.

As he entered the club, the familiar throb of bass-heavy music greeted him, vibrating through his chest. The dance floor was a mass of bodies moving in sync with the beat, and the air was thick with the scent of sweat, alcohol, and something more primal. 

Shubman moved through the crowd with purpose, his eyes scanning the room. It didn't take long for him to spot a pair of women who seemed to be eyeing him with interest.

He made his way to them, and they met him halfway, their intentions clear from the start. The first girl—a brunette with a wild mane of curls—was the bold one, sliding up to him and pressing her body close as the music guided their movements. 

Her hands were on him almost immediately, fingers tracing the line of his chest as they danced. The second girl, a blonde with sharp features and a mischievous smile, wasn't far behind. She mirrored her friend's actions, her touch lingering on his arm before moving to his back.

Shubman smirked, enjoying the attention. This was what he had been missing—this electric charge that came from being desired, from knowing that he could take whatever he wanted. The women's touches became more deliberate, their intentions transparent. Shubman's hands responded in kind, exploring, teasing, and drawing them closer.

The dancing turned into something else entirely as the three of them moved off the dance floor, their destination clear without any words needing to be exchanged. 

Shubman led them to a secluded spot, the back room of the club, where privacy was assured, and the rules were few. The music was still audible, but it was muted here, allowing the sound of their rapid breaths and soft laughter to dominate.

Shubman didn't waste any time. His lips found the brunette's first, the kiss hungry and intense. She responded eagerly, her hands pulling him closer. The blonde wasn't left out; she pressed against his back, her lips finding the nape of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine. 

Their hands roamed freely, and soon, clothing was discarded with haste, the desire between them too urgent for anything slow or deliberate.

The brunette was to eager that she fall on her knees to eager to taste the venom, She looked up as asking for permission " too eager for that baby girl? "

and Shubman gladly gave her. She impatiently unbuckled his belt meanwhile shubman was busy with his lips working on blonde's.

Shubman groaned at the wet touch he get at the most perfect place, the brunette continued to lick his shaft. from the tip to the emerging point, slowly , sensually.. her hands massaging the venom ampoule.