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CHAPTER 11

"Fuck, yeah," Troy growls, head lolling back against the headrest, hands forcing her face deeper into his crotch. "Suck it, you little slut. Take every goddamn inch. I want to feel your throat stretching."The girl’s eyes roll into the back of her head as she gags, clearly enjoying herself asTroy’s hips begin to buck, his breath hitching desperately.The veins in his neck bulge like thick cords. "Fuck, yeah," he growls, his voice a gravelly pit of pure lust. "Suck that head. Take it all. Drain me.”The pink-haired girl doesn't just use her mouth; she turns it into a goddamn performance. She wraps both hands around the base of Troy’s angry dick, pumping him in sync with her lips. Every time she slides down his length, she moans, letting rains of saliva coat the pink skin of his penis.She pulls back for a second, deciding to focus entirely on his balls, her tongue swirling around them with wet energy before she moves back up to the cap. She swirls her tongue around the flared head, t

CHAPTER 12

Matt just shakes his head, finally letting a smirk break through the initial shock. He gestures toward Troy’s still-exposed, twitching length. "Do me a favor and put that monster back in your pants, Troy."Troy laughs, tucking himself back in and zipping up with a sharp metallic slide. "What's the matter, Kingston? Still think your cock is bigger than mine? You look a little intimidated."Matt snorts, leaning back. "I’ve seen the way these shawties look when I walk into a room. I don't need a ruler to know who’s got the ladies screaming louder and longer.”They trade crude, competitive dick-measuring jabs that only two men with too much money and ego can sustain.“You’re all talk, Kingston. You think because you’ve got that brooding, 'CEO of the year' look that these women are actually satisfied? They’re just starstruck. I’m the one who puts in the overtime. I’m the one they’re still texting at 3:00 AM when their boyfriends are asleep."Matt laughs dryly. "Overtime? Is that what you c

Chapter 13

The third floor is a high-end asylum for the horny and the wealthy. This is Troy’s masterpiece. He knew that if you give people a place where the rules don't exist, they’ll empty their bank accounts just to stay inside the madness. At the entrance, everyone signs a digital waiver that basically says: Whatever happens behind these doors, you asked for it. It’s a consensual free-for-all where the only law is consent and the only limit is your own stamina. Waiters blend through the crowd not just with bottles of Ace of Spades, but with silver trays stacked high with condoms. The air is a sharp intoxicating tang of expensive gin mixed with the scent of fresh cum, salty sweat, and the musk of a hundred different people grinding against each other. It’s a goddamn riot. There are no "no-fly" zones. You see a girl in a sequined top riding a guy against the DJ booth, her head thrown back in a silent scream while a waiter weaves past them with a tray of chilled towels and gold-foil condom

Chapter 14

"Impressive," Matt admits. "Where’d you learn to balance a kick like that?""I’ve spent enough time behind the pine to know the art. Bartending isn't just pouring drinks; it’s about chemistry. Most people just slap shit together. I prefer a more… calculated approach."Troy leans in. "I haven't seen you around here before. You new to the floor?""Fresh off the boat," she says, dry and unbothered."Well, if you like the atmosphere, you’re in luck," Troy says, flashing his most charming 'owner' smile. "I happen to own the place. Anything you need, you just ask for me."Jessica doesn't look impressed. "Good for you. It’s a decent playground. Not bad at all."Matt shifts his weight. "By the way," his voice drops into that deep, authoritative tone that usually makes women lean in. "You look beautiful tonight. The dress is a hell of a statement.""Thanks," she meets his eyes. "You look good, too. Bespoke suit, expensive watch—you certainly wear the affluence well."Matt smirks, sensing an op

Chapter 15

Jessica sets her glass down with a deliberate clink. "It takes more than a pitch, Matt. I don't respond to 'investments.' I respond to intent. And right now? Your intent feels like a boardroom tactic. I don't fuck tactics."Troy lets out a muffled snort from the side, but Matt doesn't break eye contact. The air between them is charged with a friction that has nothing to do with the club’s bass.Matt’s jaw tightens. He’s used to being the prize, not the entertainment. But the thrill of the chase is starting to override his logic. He watches the way her blonde hair cascades down her spine, the tension in his own body reaches a breaking point."Then let's stop talking about tactics," he whispers, careful to keep the desperation out of his tone, but he can't help the needle of persistence. “Look, Jessica," he leans one elbow on the bar, "I’m a businessman. I know that everyone has a price, it’s just a matter of finding the right currency.”His gaze drops to her thighs before snapping bac

Chapter 16

Jessica hears the break in his voice and picks up the pace, her hand gripping the base of his cock with intensity, pumping him in sync with her mouth. Her tongue concentrates around the sensitive head that the waiter’s jaw tightens so hard his teeth grind together, his fingers spasming in her hair as he loses all motor control.She releases him with a wet pop as he erupts with a violent shudder as he reaches his breaking point. "Oh shiiit—" he chokes out, voice cracking as his pelvic muscles begin to seize.His hips jerk forward as the first hot, white, heavy load erupts, seemingly endless, dripping down the sides of his dick, staining the dark fabric of his uniform trousers onto the marble floor.His body jerks with the aftershocks of a life-altering climax, his breath coming in a high-pitched whine of intense pleasure.“Uggghh!" He looks completely wrecked, his eyes glazed and blown out, while Jessica stays down there watching him, ensuring every drop of his release is a testament

Chapter 17

The cool night air hits them as they step into the VIP lot. Matt reaches for the handle of the blacked-out Rolls-Royce, swinging the door open with practiced elegance.Jessica looks him dead in the eye and smirks. "Don't get too comfortable, gentleman. Opening the door doesn't change the forecastYou aren't getting even a sniff of this pussy tonight."Matt leans into her face. "I’m just making sure a high-value asset doesn’t get lost in a London cab. Besides, I prefer to earn the main course, not have it handed to me like a participation trophy.”She lets out a sharp, amused huff and slides into the buttery leather interior. Matt rounds the hood and settles into the driver’s seat, the engine purring to life with a low, expensive hum. As they navigate the hushed streets of London, the atmosphere shifts from the chaotic filth of the club to a high-stakes verbal chess match."So," Matt says, his hands relaxed on the steering wheel. "A girl like you—bad attitude, blowjob talent—I’m gues

Chapter 18

She reaches into the drawer and pulls out her favorite silicone dildo—a thick, realistic piece that’s been her only companion for half a year but tonight, it’s not just a toy. Tonight, it’s Matt.She closes her eyes, imagining that dick he’s been bragging about, pressing against her entrance. She slides the head of the dildo into her pussy, which is already drenched in her own cream. "God, Matt..." she whimpers, her head tossing back.She slides the length into her pussy, and in her mind, it’s his massive rod stretching her open. She imagines him hovering over her, his dark eyes filled with possession. She feels his teeth sinking into the sensitive cord of her neck, leaving marks he’d want the whole world to see.She thrusts the dildo deeper, hitting the spot that makes her toes curl, imagining it’s him finally getting the "taste" he’s been hunting for. In her fantasy, Matt isn't being the "intentional gentleman" anymore. He’s pissed. He’s frustrated from the stringing along, and h

Chapter 19

The master suite is silent, bathed in the blue glow of a tablet screen. Matt is laid across his California King, chest bare, the muscles of his torso rippling as he breathes. He’s got a glass of neat bourbon on the nightstand, untouched, because his hands are busy scrolling through the digital life of Jessica Vance.‎He finally found her. @JessVance_Official.‎‎Her profile is a manifesto of "bad bitch" energy. The first photo that stops his thumb is a shot of her on a balcony in Ibiza, wearing a white bikini showing her "grape-shaped" mound angled perfectly toward the camera, her blonde hair windblown and wild curves glistening with tanning oil. The caption simply reads: “Catch me if you can. (Spoiler: You can’t).”‎‎Matt’s eyes narrow as he hits the comment section. It’s a cesspool of thirsty suits and gym rats, and Jessica is in there with a flamethrower.“I’d eat that "grape" for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. 👅💦”JessVance_Official: You’d choke on the first bite, Donny. Stic

Chapter 20

Five minutes later, Matt is standing in the dimly lit, mahogany-paneled "playroom" of the east wing. It’s a space designed for one thing: anonymous, deep throating.He’s wearing nothing but a charcoal silk robe, his cock already dripping a bead of pre-cum at the thought of the friction. He approaches the mahogany partition, where a small opening at waist height is waiting for him.‎‎He drops the robe, and his wood springs free, standing at full attention. He steps up to the wall and slides himself through the opening.The cool air on the other side hits his skin for a split second before a pair of warm, expert lips engulf him.The girl on the other side is good but Matt’s mind is miles away. He closes his eyes, leaning his forehead against the cold wood of the partition. A pair of soft, expert hands grab him, followed by the wet shloop of a mouth that clearly knows the art. The tongue swirls around the head, teasing the slit before the person on the other side takes him deep, thei

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