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Five minutes later, he’s back, not alone. Two gorgeous blondes cling to his arms, short skirts, tiny tops. Solid C-cups at least, tight perfect asses.

Now that’s more like it.

“Meet Lera and Rita. Lera’s with me tonight.”

He sits, pulls one girl onto his lap, and she drops there like it’s nothing, wrapping her arm around his neck. I look at the other one, and the moment our eyes meet, Rita settles onto my lap too.

Well then… the night’s picking up.

We order cocktails for the girls, make small talk. The one on my lap turns out playful. While we drink to loud music, she slips her hand into my pants, stroking my cock, which, honestly, is pretty into it.

Perfect. Exactly what I need. I’ll fuck the image of Ann out of my head. Been walking around like a miserable, un-fucked monk for over two weeks.

And then I think of the brunette again. The image flashes, how she arched her back, threw her leg over my bike while I filled her from behind.

My dick instantly goes rock hard.

“Let’s go somewhere private, baby,” I whisper in Rita’s ear, and she smiles, getting up.

We move toward the back rooms, when suddenly the lights go out and the music cuts.

“And now, welcome our unmatched Adele!” the DJ’s voice booms, and 'Massive Attack – Risingson' starts playing.

The first notes hit, and something in me freezes. The sound crawls under my skin like dozens of sly snakes and greedy hands. The whole place turns into a sinful vortex, naked sinners grinding against each other in a slow, hungry dance of sex and desire. And through all that depravity, onto the stage, with a slow, proud walk, hips swaying, comes the true queen of this Sodom.

That arrogant, commanding gaze… the mistress of everything here. Made you want to drop at her feet and serve like a pathetic dog, hoping for even a scrap of her attention.

I froze, completely fucking stunned, recognizing that cold, dominant gaze.

It was Ann.

She didn’t see anyone, fully in character. I just stood there, mouth slightly open, watching the show like an idiot.

She wore black thigh-high boots on a massive platform, a dark red excuse of a skirt, open in the front, showing embroidered panties, and… I don’t even know what the hell that was on her chest. Not a top, not a bra… just some red tape wrapped around her breasts.

My state was all over the place. Hard as steel and furious at the same time.

Shocked. Pissed!

But I couldn’t look away, devouring every second of her.

She started moving, and I forgot how to breathe. The shit she did on that pole… a couple times I thought she’d fall. Her flexibility, her control… drove me insane, because every other man here was watching too.

When her “skirt” flew off somewhere, I was barely holding it together. But when she pulled a small knife from her boot and sliced the tape across her boobs, baring herself for everyone…

That was it.

I lost it completely.