Entering the sleezy high-class neon-lit strip club called Dark Night, Richard tags the reluctant Dawn inside. He had come here maybe once or twice and besides he knew the owner, pretty well.
It's belonged to his beloved Pa.
Even with his retirement, Robert had his own little businesses running at the sides like all CEOs. He didn't give them all up to Richard and kept only the ones he knew would keep his interest for long.
The bouncers nodded in acknowledgment when they saw him. Moving pass them, they came straight into the entertainment area.
The main floor was visible in a thrust format stage with silver poles lining in the middle.
A slow song rippled in the background and two woman dressed in tiny g-strings danced around while few men and women congregating around the stage.
There were two more floor with private dance rooms, VIP rooms and champagne lounge rooms A full working bar was also accessible on each floor but the main bar and counter were on the ground floor.
Richard strode up, heading to the VIP section of the club. With his unlimited access, he could enter as he wished. Strip clubs weren't Richard's scene but he was excited to see the look on Dawn's face.
As predicted, when he turned to peek. Her face blotched with blushes. She looked even more desirable. With her tight skirt and blouse, her body could dance circles around him.
After last night, his addiction with her grew. He spent all night jacking himself off to her masturbating on the saddle of his horse.
The expression of her coming was stained on his brain the whole day. For the first time in a really long time, he couldn't concentrate on work.
Every time he tried to pull himself together, he finds himself imagining her face if he would ever get pound into her. Having his cock drive in an take her on the floor.
A woman like that deserved to be fucked. Roughly, worshipping those breasts of hers as they jiggled.
The fact he was thinking of someone else was startling. He had first not liked the idea that his brain was occupied over another person other than himself.
It's truly invigorating in the bad way and as usual, anything bad Richard gets sucked into it till it destroys him.
He had to be careful with her.
When he caught the sight of her chestnut hair in the crowd, he leaned out to reach her. He had gone out for a walk, simply to clear his thoughts.
The irony wasn't unnoticed that the woman who was suffocating his mind was walking along the busy pavement, thinking to herself.
He just told himself to be heedful about her and yet he didn't listen to his stupid inner voice.
Instead here he was striving to be her muse. In back of his head, he mulled darkly. Only her muse.
Entering the VIP room, Dawn gazed around with wide inquisitive eyes.
The lights were darkened further here and only a red glow shadowed in the background.
There were silhouettes of two naked women and one half naked man, dancing and caressing their bodies in front of more people.
They were on a round stage in the center of the room. It had a similar long pole in the middle attached to the ceiling.
Booths with leather black seats surrounded around while enclosed by fixed dark red velvet walls.
Men with cigars and fine liquor in their glasses watched the dancers with lust unbridled from their eyes. There were women too, sitting in the interior booths checking the performers out.
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Voluptuously Yours,
Romance"Let me go." Dawn's voice measured and stoned. The hand tightened further around her arm, making her almost whimper. "What you saw isn't what you think." The gravel stone voice washed over her. She felt the need to throw up. "What I saw was enough...
