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“You just want to see him cry,” I say, patting my front pocket. I’m missing my keycard.
“Guilty.” No denying. No shame. Her phone pings then and she looks down, smiling as she reads the text. “I’m not the only one, either.”
I know. “Is Javier waiting for you?”
“Yes, but that’s not a definite answer. We can come in and fine-comb the system for any trace that could have been missed?”
“No.”
“No?”
Smiling, I guide her toward the elevator and call for it. Being so late, the door opens quickly and I guide her inside. “It’s taken care of, and I’m not accepting a visit from Henry until late next week. Get out of here and go enjoy your weekend with your boyfriend.”
“Pity. Aren’t you coming?” she says, her expression showing confusion.
Pressing the Door Close button, I shake my head. “I will, but I need something from my office first.”
“Good evening, Mr. Asher,” the hostess greets as soon as I step through the club’s door. It’s a private estate on Lake Forest with over five acres of privacy surrounding the twenty-eight-bedroom home. It’s the perfect retreat for the rich and deviant—convenient at only a forty-five minute drive from my building at the heart of The Loop.
The clientele here is diverse. Those that like to succumb to their kinkier side without public knowledge. This mansion accepts everyone without judgement, and each floor handles a different kind of play.
I nod but don’t say a word, my eyes giving her uniform a once-over. It’s burlesque inspired today and leaves very little to the imagination. However, she does nothing for me.
Too much makeup. Hair overly teased and sprayed. Too easy.
I’m picky about who I fuck. Whose pussy I let tighten around my cock.
Used and abused will never be for me, no matter how hard they chase. Offer what they consider a valuable trade—something I could easily have delivered to my home at any given moment.
A man like me is very desirable to a gold-digging trophy wife. At six foot four, I exude dominance and power, and yet, it’s the light green eyes that draw them in like a moth to a flame. My looks open doors, but no one has been able to fully handle my insatiable thirst for sex. My demand to take charge and own.
Not that I have wanted to find a woman, either. Not since my one mistake.
I want soft and sweet. Dependent and innocent.
The perfect little cock slut I can bend to my will, someone that I won’t find here.
The women that work in this club are okay with being nothing more than a sexual object. They enjoy the attention. Get off on being used by every member who chooses to have a taste of the forbidden.
This place isn’t about having an intelligent conversation or finding a deep connection.
People come here to fuck:
Each other.
The staff.
Or watch.
I’m here for the latter. I will never touch a whore, but watching is part of my religion, and this club caters to me, my needs, very discreetly.
There hasn’t been a woman in over eight months worthy of my cock. My come.
“Will you be needing an escort to your room?” This girl is new. The last one knew not to speak to me. “Or do you have any last-minute requests tonight, sir?”
“No. Nothing else will be needed.” I hold out the special black keycard with my name embossed for her to see.
“Of course, sir. Enjoy your—”
