The Red Door had a huge door wedged between a convenience store and a laundromat, its sign nothing more than a red bulb flickering above the huge door. I pushed through at 1:12 a.m., my thighs still trembling, his c*m slick between them with every step.
The bouncer barely glanced at my ID, just a flick of his eyes over my flushed face and ruined lipstick, before unhooking the velvet rope and letting me in.
Inside, the air was thick with cigar smoke and the scent of a mixture of different colognes, the bass was thrumming so loud that I could feel it in my chest. The bar has red velvet booths lined along the walls, with crystal chandeliers dripping light over the entire room. I spotted him immediately in the back booth, a bottle of bourbon and two glasses already waiting. His jacket was
