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It’s a good job Allegra gets off on me treating her like a whore. It’s become a favorite game of ours, which is right up my alley. I have definitely met my match with her. Princess by day and whore by night. She is my perfect woman and as I fuck her hard, I grip her hips and slam in relentlessly, loving her heated gasp as she clenches my cock and milks it until I explode inside her with a loud, “Fuck, yes!”
A knock on the door makes her giggle and I smirk as I pull out and say huskily, “Go and clean up. You have five minutes.”
I grab a wad of paper tissues and clean up, loving knowing my cock is wet from her pleasure. I will never get enough of my pretty princess, and she will soon realize that.
I open the door as Allegra scurries into the bathroom and Kyle and Cecilia head inside, dressed for business.
It makes me laugh at the pained expression in Kyle’s eyes as he stares at his girl, who is dressed the same as Allegra.
We thought it would be fun to let them blend in and become our own personal dancers for the night. We are expected to join in the fun and will lead the way to depravity. It wouldn’t look good if we had our girlfriends with us, so this was the perfect solution. Fantasy is the theme and this one ticks every box I own, and Kyle was more than happy with my suggestion.
“Where’s Ally?” Cecilia says, her eyes wide as she stares around my penthouse.
“I’m here.” Allegra waves from the doorway and heads toward us with a wicked gleam in her eye.
“Man, you’re one hot bitch.” Her friend yells and they dissolve into a fit of the giggles, causing Kyle to roll his eyes.
I shake my head as we study the two women whispering behind their hands and I say with a resigned sigh, “Come on. Let’s not keep our guests waiting.”
* * *
Angelz has been transformed.For one night only the place resembles a theater. There are cages suspended over the dance floor with dancers inside them, wearing revealing costumes that are designed to excite and titillate. The stage is filled with smoke and a lone pole in the center surrounded by a backdrop of flowers and lanterns. The tables are dressed in candles and champagne buckets with various adult toys littering the top.
All the guests are required to wear masks and the tables are filling up already with men hiding behind them. For one night only they can be anonymous and as we cut through the club, I’m aware of every set of eyes following us.
I leave my customers in no doubt who is in charge around here as we walk in a pack, the two women apparently our private dancers for the night.
We head to the roped off booth that surveys the entire club and as we settle down, I pull Allegra astride my lap and whisper, “I fucking love this event. You’re a genius.”
She whispers against my lips, “You look so hot. How long before we can slip away to that hotel room?”
It makes me grin and I tangle my fingers in her hair and pull down sharply. “Business first and then pleasure.”
“Why am I so turned on right now when you’re being an asshole again?” She hisses furiously into my ear, and I hide my laughter and shrug. “Because you’re as fucked in the head as I am.”
I smirk as Cecilia adopts the same pose on Kyle and I’m guessing that anybody watching won’t think anything is going on that isn’t repeated around this whole club. Everywhere I look, women stand astride men, giving them a show they will never want to forget.
The place fills up and soon every seat and table are taken. The promise of sex and depravity hangs heavy in the air and as Allegra sits by my side, I stare around the room, intent on only one thing.
Then my prayer is answered when I notice a man slap one of my dancers on the ass and tuck a wad of dollar bills into her G-string. She moves off his lap and they leave through the hotel exit.
I nod to Kyle, who whispers something in Cecilia’s ear, and I say to Allegra, “Enjoy time with your friend. I won’t be long.”
She smiles and is wise to keep her questions to herself as we leave the girls under the protection of the guards surrounding our booth.
We make our way to my office and as I switch on the monitor, I notice our guest has arrived in the room with the dancer. We take our seats for the show and Kyle groans when Jefferson tears off his suit and says roughly, “Strip you bitch and suck my hard cock.”
“Nice.” Kyle shakes his head as she crawls across the floor and Jefferson grasps her hair and thrusts in hard and deep, causing her gag as he fucks her mouth violently.
“Do we really need to watch this?” Kyle says with disgust, as he waves his hand at the screen, and I laugh softly. “I’ll admit he’s not my type, not many women’s either, but we’ll allow him some fun before we have ours.”
As he shoots all over her face and hair, the disgust on her face obviously turns him on because he snarls, “This is my fantasy bitch and I have paid good money for this. Do your fucking job.”
He slaps her hard around the face and she yells, “Fuck! What are you…”
She doesn’t finish because he slaps her again and pushes her against the wall by her throat and hisses, “Don’t move or you’ll see just what I’m capable of.”
The tears fall from her eyes as he sneers, “It’s my needs that matter here. I’m the important one, not you. Never the greedy whore who fucks men with her eyes before emptying their wallets. I’m the big man. I’m the one who says what’s happening here and you will do what the fuck I tell you to or face the consequences.”
