Eros West

Our meeting at the club

I take a deep drag from the cigar on my lips, savoring its flavor and observing everything with interest. The loud music prevents me from hearing what those around me are talking about, but I don't care. I don't want to talk; I just want to watch the petite blonde with the firm ass dancing on the table below.

We're in the VIP section, celebrating my friend's birthday, but a golden mane caught my attention as soon as she entered the place. For the past half-hour, I've been watching her, hunting, waiting for the moment to invite her up here with my security guard.

She's a little slut, she has to be. Since she arrived, she hasn't stopped dancing like one. She's wearing a tight black dress that clings to her body, with a matching mask covering half her face. The high boots hugging the flesh of her legs give her a bit of height, but from here, I can tell how petite she is. I've also noticed that the i***t helping her down from the table is her s****l companion. I doubt he's her boyfriend or anything formal because if I had such an exotic woman by my side, no way would I let her climb onto a table to become the talk of the place.

"To become the talk of depraved men like me."

I see her walking alone in the middle of the dance floor, heading straight to the bathrooms. I crack my neck, take another drag from my cigar, then extinguish it and leave it on the table.

"Where are you going, Eros?" my friend inquires.

I pat his back, even grabbing his face so he can look me in the eyes.

"To have a little fun," I pat his cheek now. "I've socialized enough for tonight. Now, I'm going to f**k a slut."

"Brother, when will you learn?"

His question makes me laugh. "When the devil himself shows up wearing high heels and red soles, my friend. And since that will never happen, there's no sin to worry about."

He shakes his head but says no more. I adjust my jacket and leave the section, telling my security man to stay and enjoy the sluts I paid to keep us company tonight. And that we'll see each other at the office tomorrow. Also making it clear that if he gets high, it will be the last thing he does.

I descend the stairs with such confidence that I'm aware I draw the attention of more than one person in the place. The women in this club know who I am, and that's why they seek to catch my eye. The men who come here do too, but unlike the women who accompany them, they seek to earn a place in my business. At least several of those wandering around. The rest know it's not in their best interest to cross my path if they have nothing productive to say.

But tonight, I don't want to expand my circle. Tonight, my objective is more than clear, and I don't plan to lose sight of it. Her little dance on the table got me aroused; now she better be ready because she won't leave here tonight without me f*****g her.

***

The cold night breeze causes her hair to wave, but we don't stop. We're outside the club, in the back, where no one has access—only me. The private beach in front of me, along with the dark sky, is nothing compared to the little golden-haired lioness undressing for me. I'm lying on the lounger, stroking my c**k as I watch her strip off her tiny dress. She looks so f*****g sexy, so f*****g sweet, that for a few seconds, I wondered if she was underage. But she assured me she wasn't.

Not taking off our masks makes this more interesting. I've already kissed her breathless, groped her under her dress until I heard her come on me. Now we're getting to the main event, and what turns me on is that she hasn't refused. Silently and calmly, she has undressed for me to f**k her.

She walks with a sensuality that catches my attention. She was dancing like a slut in the bar, but now that I see her up close, she seems to have class. Sluts don't take off their clothes like she does, much less move so delicately and finely.

Which makes me wonder, what the hell is a girl from a good family doing in a club like mine? But honestly, I don't care; I'll f**k her and then never see her again.

I sit on the lounger when she's close to me, searching in the pocket of my jacket thrown on the floor for a condom, but when I pull it out, she grabs it and tosses it aside.

"I'm not f*****g you without protection."

"That's why I protect myself," she replies, sitting on me, rubbing her p***y against my erection. "Do you think I'm stupid enough to f**k without taking care of myself?"

"So, you like skin-to-skin," I murmur, squeezing her thighs.

She gives me a rather brazen, mischievous smile, quite enticing, as she sits on me, adjusting her small body over mine. Now that I have her closer, I notice the golden color of her eyes, which I find quite interesting and impossible to ignore.

I feel her small hand take my hard c**k and start rubbing it between her folds until she guides it to her ass, and that's when I realize what she's doing.

"You protect yourself, but you like anal?"

"Do you have a problem with that?"

"Not at all..."

"Then shut up and f**k me."

"What the hell does this little girl think, giving me orders? Doesn't she know who she's dealing with?"

"Do you say the same to the others?"

"No, only to those who waste time staring into my eyes like idiots," she replies.

"Bitch."

With a single thrust, I bury myself in her ass, stealing a scream from her, but one filled with pleasure. I thought it would hurt her, but the damned girl is sighing while biting her lower lip.

"Where the hell did this brazen little girl come from?"

I grab her golden hair in my fist and pull it hard to make it clear she won't play with me. She acts as if she chose me when I was the one hunting her all night inside the club.

Another thrust and her t**s bounce. One more with force, and the b***h moans delightedly, and that's when my judgment goes to hell. I wanted to be a bit gentle due to her small body, but screw it.

I needed to release the crap my father put me through today, and here she comes with her arrogance, driving me crazy when all I want is to f**k. Now she has to face the consequences.

I thrust into her with force, not gentle, not careful. I bury myself in her ass so easily that I can understand it wouldn't be her first time. Either she's a high-end slut, or the brazen girl is a virgin, and that's why she only gives her ass to men the first time.

"What a gem I've chosen tonight!"

I attack her neck with my kisses, inhaling the scent of her perfume. "This is luxury perfume, not slut's." It smells exquisite, my mouth waters as I kiss her. I growl, bite her, curse, and bury myself in her like a dog until the orgasm hits her, making her shudder over me, while I keep thrusting into her with every intention of making her pay for her arrogance.

And when I was ready to continue, to keep enjoying the little golden-haired lioness, reality hits me hard when I see her face without the mask because she has taken it off. She keeps smiling at me, even keeps rubbing herself on my c**k, but noticing that I don't play along, she stops, looking at me confused.

"What’s wrong?"

"Get up," I order harshly. "Get up now, Siena! Get up, get dressed, and get out!"

"What? What the hell is wrong with you? And how the f**k do you know my name?"

Confused, with rage in her golden eyes due to my shouting, she takes off the mask covering half my face, and upon seeing it, she freezes, unmoving, as shocked as I am.

"Eros?" she looks at me in disbelief.

And what do I do? I turn my gaze away to avoid looking at her. To avoid seeing her nakedness.

"Damn it! I just f****d the daughter of my mom's best friend. I just f****d the Barone girl in the ass! Damn!"

A year without seeing her, a year without knowing about her, and I never imagined our encounter would be like this. I don't even respond to her insults, much less stop her when she slaps me hard. I can't do anything because all I can think about is my mother screaming like crazy for having f****d her best friend's college daughter.

This has to be a damn joke.