His Desire

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Believe it or not, I like my job. I would have liked it more if my father had passed the company on to me. Sometimes I feel like a work slave of my fathers. Finally, it's time to go home, or at least leave the office. Angelica left the office early. I don’t get why she asked my father’s permission. She is my damn secretary and girlfriend. They were whispering as I passed them in the hall earlier today. He better not put his moves on my woman. She is mine. I have seen his look on her juicy body. I know he thinks of her as a daughter, but to me it looks like he imagines her as something completely different. It is not something innocent. My old man can’t convince me of that, nor does Jelena think so.

I have a need, a desire. I know I can’t get that satisfied at home. What I have at home is a good woman; it turns me off. I need something, not Angelica.

I'm sitting in my car, thinking about where to go and what to do with this boring evening. I get text alerts. It's one of my friends asking if I want to meet him at the club. Sometimes, I do go to the club. It’s a combined strip and s*x club. I always get home happy and satisfied after a visit there. It made me think about my promise to my father and Niko, also known as Nikolaj, his full name. He is my step-mom’s son.

I walk through the club's doors and head to the bar to get a whiskey. I want something substantial to burn as I drink it to calm my irritation over Angelica. I stand there lazily, sip on my drink, and swirl its contents in the glass. I take one big last gulp of my golden drink, which is glistening in the strobe lights. I just had my third drink in rapid succession. It’s enough to feel calmer, I need something more. I tell the bartender to hit me up again. He is quick to serve me another whiskey, golden joy to settle my body and mind to a calmer pace. I turn to look at the strip show, the girl on the pole seems oddly familiar to me.

Damn, she makes my d**k stiff in a way it’s been months since I felt.

With Angelica, it’s only enough to get the job done, not exciting. I am rarely horny as I should be. Angelica doesn’t do it for me, not as it once was. Wow, f*****g hell. This woman, I need her. I ask the floor manager what the girl’s name is, and he replies, “Candy.”

Candy, hmm, sweet as candy. Yes, it fit her sensational hips and hot body. I call on the manager again and tell him I want Candy in a room all by myself. He looks me up and down, and says, “She doesn’t usually do private dances. Let me see if she will make an exception.”

“She will for me!”

He doesn’t reply, only looking at me as if I had said something rude or maybe wrong. Asshole. She will give me what I want, I am sure. I know I'm a good-looking man, and I have the money to spend. I stand there watching as the floor manager talks to Candy. He points unobtrusively towards me. I see her faint smile and nod towards the manager. Yes, f*****g God. I will have her. I watch a few young women pass me, and when I look back at Candy, she’s gone. Where the hell did she go?

A hostess tapped me on my arm, and I had to look down a bit. She was a short woman with a pretty face. “Excuse me, sir, but did you have a private dance with Miss Candy?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

“Let me show you where you will find her.”

I smile because laughing would seem out of place. What makes me want to laugh is that I am following the hostess hot on her heels like a puppy eager for its treat. I can’t wait to watch Candy dance and move, and see it up close. Close enough to touch her. The dancers are not typically escorts who perform anything s****l. For the action, one must go one level down to the s*x club. There you can fulfill any desire you might have, no matter how dirty it is. Tonight, it’s just a lap dance from a hot young woman that will have to do if I can persuade her for more.

I am greeted with music in the room and Candy waiting on the couch. She rushed to stand up as soon as she saw me. Embarrassment is written all over her face. It's adorable how innocent she looks. It makes me want her even more. She hands me a drink, and we sit on the couch for a moment. The innocent look in her eyes makes me want to pull her roughly to me and kiss her lips like I am a starving man. She caresses my arm and asks if I want her to dance for me. There's only one possible answer, “f**k, yeah. That’s exactly what I want.”

She takes a step up on the round little platform close to the sofa, like a round dancing stage. She moves to the music sensually. In an instant, my d**k is hard like a log. Her scrumptious ass is tantalizing me with every move it makes. I rub my d**k slowly on my pants, the friction of the fabric against my palm make me want more. I rather it was her hand.

I can’t take it, I open my pants to rub myself. I need to c*m. I was entirely in the moment with closed eyes. I feel something wet and soft on my d**k, I open my eyes immediately.

Her tongue is licking and playing with my d**k as she watching me with those damn innocent school girl eyes. She hold my d**k firmly with her small hand and take me into her mouth. God damn it, it feels fantastic. Something is teasing my d**k so lusciously good. f*****g hell, She take me deeper in her mouth, it feels like she worked my d**k down her tight throat. I can’t hold it any longer. I can’t remember when I came this fast from a blowjob. I c*m in her throat with an explosion, like a volcano who been ready too long to let it all out.

Its f*****g hot to watch her swallow all of my c*m down. Not a drop is wasted; it was one on her lip. It looked too inviting. I licked of the single drop from her lip and swallowed my c*m. A first time for everything, I guess. She kissed me like this is what she’s been dying to do. She stood up and leaned down to me and said, “It’s Amanda.”