7 REECEI’m talking with my security manager in the camera room, when Macey arrives back at the club. I watch her walk through the bar on the screen overhead. She looks sexy, and moves confidently toward the elevator, her hips swaying as she walks. I can’t help but remember last night on the couch, feeding her small sips of scotch, watching her body’s reactions to me and the liquor, the way her n*****s hardened beneath his dress, begging to be licked.
“Boss?” he asks.
“What?” What the f**k were we talking about? It’s crazy how just the sight of her gets my blood pumping, my d**k hard, and all thoughts to flee my brain, only to be replaced with fantasies of pining her down and f*****g her hard and fast.
“That switch who lost her paddle last weekend… what do you want me to do?”
Oh, right.
