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Nairobia almost laughed at the visual. Nia nervously muttered something inaudible before scrambling off. Marcel smiled at Nairobia, his gaze studying her as if he knew her wicked thoughts. He pressed his legs shut. Opened them. Then shut them again.
His dick was beyond hard. It was harder than granite and steel combined.
Without him saying it, without her looking down at it, she knew it was.
Marcel’s dick was always hard.
He loved fucking.
Almost as much as she did.
It took Nia several moments to catch her breath and pull herself together before she finally signaling that they were back on live in five…four…three…two …one…
“Aiight, aiight…what it do, my freaky peeps. If you’re just tuning in to the Tri-State area’s hottest radio station, 93.3 The Heat, you don’t know what you’ve been missing. Tonight we have the sexy Nairobia Jansen with us. And we were briefly discussing her book, Good Pus—bleep—sy. Go out ‘n’ cop ya copy, ASAP.
“Now, switching gears for a sec. Let’s go back ‘n’ talk a lil’ more about this new club of yours. What exactly is The Pleasure Zone, love?” Marcel inquired. “A gentleman’s club? And how can we get put on? I know the listeners wanna know how they can wave their freak flags up in that piece. Isn’t that right, Tri-State?”
“Well, my loves,” she said into her micr
ophone. “It’s where every illicit fantasy you can ever imagine is indulged, and one’s wildest dreams become their realities. It’s an adventure where anything—and I do mean anything—goes.” Her gray eyes locked on Marcel’s heated gaze. “Entry, however,” she continued a beat later, “is tighter than a virgin in a chastity belt.” She let out a soft chuckle. “You must be on either the guest list, or own a membership.”
“Oh, word. And how much is a membership?” She told him five grand for a silver membership, ten grand for gold, and twenty thousand for platinum. He whistled. “Daaaaaaayum. That’s some expensive shit.”
“There is no price tag for the ultimate pleasure, my darling. However, the experience alone will be worth every cent.”
“Damn. I’m looking forward to coming through.”
“I look forward to having you,” she said, innuendo hovering over them. “And I promise you. Everyone who steps across its threshold will experience a night of decadence. One they’ll never forget.”
“Aiight. You heard it here, my freaky peeps. The Pleasure Zone is the spot to be. So get ya paper up. And let the freak games begin. Nairobia, mad love, baby. And much success to you.”
That was her cue. Her time on the air was over. “Thank you, my love,” she said as Liv Warfield’s “Soul Lifted” started to float through the airwaves. She removed her headset, standing.
Marcel rose from his seat, then quickly pulled her into his arms, heat covering his body. He stole a kiss, a light brushing of his lips against hers. But he wanted more. He wanted his dick in her, bad.
“Thanks for coming through, baby,” he rasped. “It was good seeing you.” His voice rolled over her, making her entire body tingle in a way that caught her off guard, but she didn’t deny herself the pleasure. He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. Then said, “You make me wanna throw you down ‘n’ fuck the everlasting shit out of you. All I want is to be inside you. It’s been too long, baby.” Nairobia imagined him naked, dick swinging, balls hanging, as his hand slipped down to the small of her back.
She breathed him in.
She had to capture the moment, feel him one last time.
Her hand curled around the print of his never-ending dick, arousal slowly creaming her slit. She wondered if he could smell her in the air around them.
“Marcel,” she said, the words coming out in little more than a breath. In Danish, she muttered, “Yes, it has.” She squeezed him one last time. Stroked him. Then stepped back from him, gathering her clutch, and leaving behind his throbbing cock and a burning trail of desire.
FIVE
ENTER IF YOU DARE…LEAVE BEHIND YOUR APPREHENSIONS AND SURRENDER TO YOUR DESIRES…
Nairobia’s lips curled into a devilish grin as The Pleasure Zone’s slogan played in her head over and over and over. It rotated heavily in her mind like that of one of her favorite songs in her expansive music collection.
Enter if you dare…
It made her pussy wet and tingly.
She licked her lips.
Caressed her slit. Toyed with her clit.
