"Oh, God! Andrej!!! Andrej!! Oh, my fuckin God!!"
These were the screams coming from the office of the general manager of Tequila.
Managers in every establishment were always interested and invested in the smooth running of the day to day activities at the organizations where they worked, but, not Andrej Mitroviç, who was the manager of Tequila. He was more concerned with embezzling funds, living large on company money and, just like tonight, having all kinds of pussy in his office.
At present, he had a woman bent over against his work table which overlooked the CCTV cameras that helped him keep tabs on everything that went on in and around the building. His shirt was on, with his pants and boxer shorts down, but the woman was stark naked, with her clothes scattered all over the office floor.
"God, Andrej!! You're gonna split me in two!!"
The woman he was with, Mindi, was a fairly curvy blonde who also worked as a stripper at the club, and was like a side chick of his, who he had whenever he wanted in exchange for a few dollar bills. She was presently getting her insides pounded mercilessly, and she was not being quiet at all, screaming his name (pronouncing it the right way, as 'An-Dre' and not 'An-Drejj') as well as any other profanity her passion led her to.
"Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!!! Fuck me!!!" She kept screaming, lost in the extremely pleasurable intercourse. One could tell that this wasn't the first time they were doing it.
The 'clap-clap' sound of skin on skin was very audible, as Andrej had his hands on her waist as she bent over before him and increased the velocity at which he 'worked' on her. With every thrust, Andrej's crotch area slapped against her fairly fleshy ass, creating a ripple effect on her rear end that was almost artistic to behold, the way it toggled and swam around within itself.
Finally, after some more minutes of thrusting and moaning, Andrej began to gasp, his mouth wide open and fighting for air like a fish freshly removed from water. He was climaxing. He grabbed her waist even tighter and thrust himself deeper into her.
"Fuck!!!" He yelled.
Immediately, Mindi freed herself from his grip, standing up straight and moving away from him, forcing a pullout. Then, she reclined on his table, breathing very fast. As her chest heaved up and down, her nicely rounded breasts also followed suit. They were looking reddened, and her neck had fingerprints all over them, too, as though Andrej had been choking and spanking her.
Meanwhile, Andrej held himself together, his veins almost popping out from behind his skin, his mouth wide open but no sounds coming out and his muscles tightening. He looked like he was having a convulsion. Then, a streak of hot, creamy semen came shooting out of him, spilling all over the floor, his office chair and even a bit of the table. And then, finally, his tensed body relaxed. His hard and impressively rangy penis was dangling in the air, with his skin having a pale color that was almost scary, and making him look like someone who hadn't been exposed to enough sunlight, and instead, spent his days in dark offices, fucking different makes of pussy.
Then, out of nowhere, Mindi slapped him hard across the face.
"You bastard! You knew we were hitting it raw, and you still wanted to come in me?"
Andrej smiled a sly smile as he raised his boxer shorts back up and was putting his trousers back in place. He knew exactly what he'd been doing; it hadn't been a mistake, and he'd intentionally wanted to come in her. Not because he was willing to father a child from her, but because this was who he was; a man who had no respect for women and saw no reason to develop any.
"That's why you're a pro, no? To know when a man comes or not and then evade it, no?" He spoke with a Russian accent and his voice was a light one, sounding more like a female than a male, and not matching his just concluded 'endeavor'.
Then, he got a wad of notes out of his pocket, counted a few and handed them to her. Mindi was paying keen attention while he counted.
"I deserve more.. You wanted to come in me, and you actually would have if I hadn't sensed it. You messed with the agreement, so, I deserve more", Mindi protested.
Andrej looked at her, an unreadable look in his eyes that was a weird mix of annoyance and amusement. Then, he added four more notes and flung them at her with zero respect.
"There.. Nine hundred. Now, get out of here, Mandy.. I have work to do," he said dismissively and settled in his chair, keeping an eye on Coochie's performance through one of the surveillance cameras.
.
"Ah.. Coochie killing the show.. As usual.."
Mindi stood still for a moment, with the air reeking of freshly spilled semen, watching him dismiss her so casually, as though they hadn't just had sex and soliloquizing as if she wasn't even there. Shamefacedly, she picked the dollar notes, got her clothes and said, in a voice thick with pain, "It's Mindi, you bastard.." Then, she stormed out, not even minding that she wasn't dressed.
About five minutes after she left, Andrej heard footsteps in his office again. Without turning and assuming that it was still Mindi, he said,"What do you want, bitch? I've given you your money, no?"
But, all his cockiness and arrogance disappeared when he felt the muzzle of a gun pressed against his head and heard the safety lock getting turned off.
"No, Andrej.. You still have my money.. And, I am here to collect it.. Every last penny.."
The male voice and Italian accent he heard sent chills down his spine. He knew who it was, and it was definitely not Mindi. He slowly raised his hands up and above his head in surrender, shaking with fear.
"Please, don't shoot.."
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Coochie quickly regretted her decision to draw the men towards her. They were now getting too lustful, and not content with just sucking on her finger. Now, they were trying to kiss her, trying to reach for and grab her boobs and even trying to drag her off the platform. Some were now waving their dicks in her face, with others attempting to scale the platform and come up to her. The message was clear: They wanted to fuck her. But, she had no such intentions. She was here to dance for them, not fuck them. Any of them. And so, she decided to call it a night. Pulling herself away from their tight grips, she stood straight and hurried off the stage.Backstage, in the changing rooms, Mindi sat, still very disgusted at herself for allowing Andrej to use her whenever and however, simply because he knew she needed the money. She was dressed now, in a sleeveless top, jean shorts, and sneakers. She was sitting here when Coochie came into the room, waved briefly at her, and hurriedly began ge
Ruby had taken a seat, pondered for a moment, and then straightened up on Snyder's rickety couch to brace herself and prepare to receive the news."Alright then.. Spill it, Snyder", she said finally, after going through her anticipation ritual.Another deep breath from Snyder."Okay, so. The bad news is. I didn't see any drug play or sales going down. So, I got nothing.."Ruby had a look on her face that said, 'What could be worse?' "And…?"Snyder shut his eyes. "Promise you won't laugh.."Ruby's face was already forming a subtle smile. "Wait. Is this worse news or funny news? Cus, I'm not sure why I have to promise not to laugh.."".. Just promise, Ruby.." Snyder still had his eyes closed.Already chuckling, Ruby said, "Okay, Snyder. I promise..""Okay. So, the other news is… The stripper who performed last night, her name was Coochie, I think. She was really good.. And.. Towards the end of her performance, she.. she stuck her hand in her pussy and asked anyone who wanted a taste to
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