Damon

He walked into the private room of the clubhouse. And sat the opposite her" I know you will need this" He stared at her coldly, he sipped his drink, eyes still on her as she slowly undress herself giving him a seductive glare.

She catwalks toward him. She traced her finger from his cheek to his chest and traced her lips down his neck to his chest. She sat on his lap in her lacy pant and bra. She started lap dancing with her hands around his neck as she unbuttoned his shirt one after another.

She danced for a while when she was sure she has arouse him. She pulled off his suit plus his shirt and then unzip his pant. " you are going to like this" she smiled selectively at him.

Damon still has this frown on his face but that didn't guarantee he doesn't like it.

" Damon, why giving me this cold shoulder?" he was not touching her as he always does. She thought he called her to meet him because he needed her service but it seems she got all wrong.

He grabbed his glass from behind her on the