by Kelly Harper
Club Addiction is one of the hottest new clubs in all of New York City. It’s only been open a few months, but already it’s had more than its fair share of wealthy and famous clientele frequenting its dark lounges and private rooms. They come to my club for discretion and privacy—two things I never fail to deliver.
Club Addiction is the place where you can lose yourself, even if only for a single night. You can forget who you are, where you come from, all of the things that trouble you. None of those things matter when you’re here. The only thing that matters is that you check your inhibitions at the door and plan on having a good time.
My private VIP rooms make it so that anyone can do whatever they want without fear of it ever getting out… for the right price.
Every night I make my rounds through the club. I make it a point to personally greet as many of the guests as possible—especially the high rollers. I never forget a face, and I can tell whether or not someone’s been to my club before, just by looking at them. Being so personable is time consuming, but it’s part of the job.
I have an image to maintain.
Making my way out through the club, I let the music overtake me. On weeknights, things are usually slow enough for me to have a little time to myself. That’s when I like to make new… friends… like the blonde from earlier this week. But on a Friday night, like tonight, the place will be packed.
My first round through the club happens before eight. This is when the guests are still sober enough to remember me. It’s not uncommon for a girl or two to slip me her number, especially if I’ve seen them here, before. It’s also not uncommon for their guys to get extra loud and macho when I’m around. My natural charm threatens them, even while it makes them want to be my best friend. That charm is a double-edged sword—it’s something I’ve had to get used to over the years.
My first round this Friday night is uneventful. It’s still too early for the VIPs—who require most of my attention—to be here, which allows me the opportunity to sneak back to my office to get some of the necessary administrative work done before the weekend really begins. It seems like there’s never a shortage of busy work which needs doing. It’s probably the single biggest reason I need to fuck some young thing’s brains out every time I leave work.
When I get to my desk, there are seven new messages waiting for me from my answering service. Most of them are junk, but two of them are from a girl I had recently been… seeing. I don’t give either of the messages much thought before deleting them. She’d been a sweet girl—and quite a freak in the sack—but I don’t do attachments. I’d made that clear to her from the beginning and don’t see the point in repeating myself.
Before long, I’m lost in the minutia of all the emails and paperwork that go along with being a business owner. Aside from the club, I have a few other business ventures that I handle from the same office. It seems there is always something going on that needs my attention. You might think that, the more successful and powerful you become, the less you have to worry about all of the little things. I’ve found that to be categorically false.
More money, more problems. Isn’t that how the saying goes?
I get so sucked into my work that I completely lose all track of time. I’m in the middle of composing an email to one of my political connections when a banging on the door startles me, shattering my focus.
I jerk my head up just in time to see the slender frame of Charlotte Stern as she comes barging into my office without even waiting for an invitation. There’s a serious look on her face that sends a nervous chill down my back.
Whatever this is, it can’t be good.
Chapter 5
Calvin
“Excuse you,” I say, giving Charlotte a hard look as she closes the distance from the door to my desk. There’s a determined purpose in each of her steps—she’s probably the most Type A woman I’ve ever met. No one else that works for me would have the balls to barge into my office, unannounced, like she just did.
She comes to a stop in front of my desk, placing her hands on her hips and leaning her weight to one side. The no-nonsense look on her face tells me that she’s upset about something, but I can’t help but notice the way the dress she’s wearing clings to her hips when she stands that way. I’ve always liked the way her body curves—and the fact that she knows exactly how to use those curves makes her all the more delicious.
“Is it true?” she says, accusation dripping from every word.
“Is what true?” I respond, keeping my voice cool and even.
I already know what she’s talking about. The response is intended to let her know that I’m not thrown off by her display of insubordination. Only one of us is the boss, here. And I’ll make damn well sure she acknowledges it.
She leans forward over the desk, glowering down at me. The dress is pulled even tighter around her curves as she does. The front of it strains open as she rounds her back, exposing a more than generous amount of her cleavage. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Charlotte enjoys using her sexuality to keep men off balance.
“Don’t play dumb with me, Calvin. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
I flash her one of my charming smiles.
“Yes, but what would be the fun in that? You’re sexy when you squirm…”
Her eyes glass over for just an instant before she recovers herself. I can almost picture exactly what was going through her mind, right then.
“I thought we agreed that you weren’t going to keep using the private room as your own brothel. You told me you were done taking girls back there.”
There it is. The reason she is so pissed off. I had known when I took the girl to my private room that it would get back to Charlotte. And I had known that she wouldn’t like it. The simple fact of the matter was that I didn’t care. This is my kingdom, and I’ll do what I want in it.
“I said no such thing.” The charming smile on my face spreads even wider, knowing full well just how much it will get to her. “Besides, what does it matter? You were the one that said we needed to keep things professional between us. And part of my job is to make sure that my guests are satisfied… in every way.”
The stony expression on Charlotte’s face is unmoving. I can all but imagine the frustration going through her head in that moment. But what can she do about it? She’d been the one that had said she didn’t think it was a good idea for us to continue the fun we’d been having. I was just respecting her wishes.
A few strands of black hair fall down into her face as she lets out a sharp breath. She scoops them behind her ear, managing to look even more annoyed by the slight inconvenience.
“It’s not smart for you to hook up with all of these girls at the club. It sends the wrong message.”
I want to ask about who might be getting the wrong message, but I don’t. I’m not a petty man and I’m not going to rub it in. But there is something that I do want, right now…
I slide out of my big, leather chair and make my way around the desk. Charlotte straightens and turns to face me as I draw close to her.
Really close.
The smell of her perfume is different. There’s a sharper scent to it, as though it’s fancier than the stuff she normally wears. It must be a recent change. Did she do that for me?
I close my eyes and duck my head closer to her, breathing her in, slowly and deeply. She doesn’t back away from me as I do, and when my blue eyes open, again, I can see her trembling. Desire lingers in her eyes. If she’s trying to hide it, she’s not doing a good job.
“Do you not want me taking those girls back to my private room for professional reasons? Or personal?”
There’s a long, tense hesitation before she responds.
“Professional.”
She stutters when she says it, making me wonder if her answer had changed after she’d started speaking.
“Of course. There’s no reason for it to be personal, since we agreed that we should keep our distance from each o
ther…”
She swallows before bobbing her head in agreement. Knowing how hard she’s struggling to resist me only turns me on even more. My cock lurches in my slacks. If I were standing any closer to Charlotte she’d be able to feel it pressing into her. The businessman inside of me knows it’s smart to keep things professional with my employees, but right now I want nothing more than to slide my hand beneath her dress. I need to know just how wet I’m making her.
“There needs to be boundaries,” she manages, though it doesn’t sound even a little bit convincing.
“What kinds of boundaries?” I ask, innocently.
“We’ve been over this, already…”
I lean in a little closer, inhaling more of her new smell. She trembles, again, but she doesn’t pull away.
“Remind me,” I say, making sure the breath of each word washes over that delicate part of her neck, just below her ear.
Whatever defenses she’d had in place when she came marching into my office just moments earlier are now gone. She tips her head back, revealing her neck to me. It’s an almost subconscious sign of submission, as though she’s begging me to take her right then and there, to have my way with her, to fuck her the way I know she likes to be fucked. And that’s exactly what I want to do. But I don’t. I fight back the nearly overwhelming urge to bend her over my desk and take her from behind.
I let out another long, slow breath. My cock is fully erect, now, and there’s no way she can’t feel it against her leg.
“I’m waiting for an answer,” I say.
When she responds, her voice is distant. It’s as though her entire being is somewhere else, somewhere fantastical.
“What was the question, again?” she manages. Barely.
A victorious smirk settles itself onto the corner of my lip.
“Did you wear your black panties? Or the red ones I like so much?”
She shakes her head once, slowly.
“Neither.”
I lift my eyebrows in an unspoken question. Her answer is enough to make me abandon every last restraint I have on myself.
“I didn’t wear any panties, at all…”
Chapter 6
Calvin
Before I even realize what I’m doing, my hands are sliding beneath the bottom of Charlotte’s dress. Her inner thigh gets hotter and hotter as my hand glides its way up her leg. Her flesh is silky smooth, and there’s no mistaking when my curious fingers find what they’re looking for.
She wasn’t lying. There are no panties blocking my way. And the bare softness of her pussy is already soaking wet.
Charlotte sucks in a breath, her face opening in pleasured surprise when I find her swollen clit. She shifts her body and leans back onto my desk, her legs separating ever so slightly as she sucks in a hard breath. Her arms wrap around me, pulling me closer. She runs her fingers through the back of my hair and mashes her cheek against mine. There’s one more gasp before her tongue darts out and licks my earlobe. She nips and nibbles at it while I swirl my finger in a tiny circle, just the way I know she likes it.
“Calvin…” she moans, breathily.
Something in the tone of her voice spurs me on. It drives me to take even more of her than I would, normally. My finger plunges even deeper into her soaking pussy. I pull it out before jamming it in, again. Her wetness covers me and I make sure to spread it around every time my finger blasts its way into and out of her.
“Calvin, I need you,” she whimpers. “Take me. Take me, right now.”
I don’t need any more encouragement than that.
In one fluid motion, I reach behind her and clear space on the desk with a single swipe of my hand. Paper and plastic clatter to the ground. I don’t even care what anyone outside of my office might hear. No one but Charlotte would have the balls to enter, unannounced.
I grab her by the asscheeks and lift her onto the cleared desk. She whimpers in delight, her legs spreading wide as she settles herself backwards. The bulge in my slacks is desperately trying to free itself. I pull the zipper down and my cock bursts free from its confines. Days have passed since its last feeding, and it’s hungry for something fresh.
I wrap my fingers around the base of my cock and begin stroking it, slowly, while keeping my lustful gaze on Charlotte. She’s eyeing the thing as though she hasn’t been fucked in years.
“Is this what you came in here for?” I ask, leaning forward just a bit, to rub the tip around her soaking entrance.
She jerks her head in a quick nod.
“Yes. Give it to me.”
I hold out for a while longer, knowing that I can only hold out for so long. I rub the tip of my cock all around her entrance, mixing it with her juices, preparing it for the plunge it’s about to take. When the tip is slick and glistening with her wetness, I know it’s ready.
But that’s when I make her wait. Just a little while longer.
With one hand still stroking my cock, rubbing it against her clit, I reach into my back pocket and retrieve the condom I keep there. I use my teeth to rip it open, spitting the wrapper after it’s torn off. Charlotte’s lustful gaze doesn’t break as I roll the condom down to the base of my fully hardened dick. She nibbles on the edge of her lip, expectant and waiting for what I’m about to give her.
I flash one of my wolfish grins at her, using my fingers to tease her just a little while longer. But the more I tease her, the more I’m teasing myself. She’s not the only one that needs to get fucked tonight.
Charlotte’s fingers curl around the edge of the desk and she lets out a loud moan of ecstasy as I bury the full length of myself inside of her. She’s warm and tight, just the way I remember. Her warmth closes around me, constricting, tightening, holding me in place. I can feel the far wall of her vagina against the tip of my cock, and I press myself even harder into her, enjoying the look on her face as my cock does its best to rearrange her insides.
“You never wanted to keep it professional, did you?” I say, fucking her harder and harder. “You just want my cock all for yourself, don’t you?”
“Yes,” is the only response she can manage between her enlivened cries of pleasure.
“And I already know that pussy is all mine, isn’t it?” I continue.
“Yes, it’s just for you, Calvin. It’s all yours.”
Tightening my grip around her tiny hips, I slam myself even harder into her depths. She cries out, again, barely able to finish her response. But she’s not saying anything that I don’t already know. I’ve known since the first time I fucked her that Charlotte was all mine. Just like all of the other women that I fuck. Once they have a part of me, they’re addicted. They want more. They need more.
Every woman I’ve fucked… except one.
The one that got away. The one that escaped me. The only one I’ve ever actually cared about…
I let out a growl, angry and furious at myself for letting thoughts of her invade my head. Charlotte must have noticed that I spaced out for a moment because her face droops into a concerned frown. But I don’t let the frown last for long. I slam myself into her, even harder, and her eyes fill with ecstasy before rolling into the back of her head.
It doesn’t take long for me to make her climax. Her orgasm sends violent waves throughout her body. She twitches and shakes in ways that I’m all too familiar with. Her pussy tightens its hold on me, as though it’s trying to strangle the life out of my shaft, as though that will somehow stop the vigorous assault I’m giving it.
But other thoughts have already taken hold in the deep recesses of my mind. It’s the familiar, nagging thought of a girl that I’d long ago resigned myself to never seeing again, to never feeling again, to never experiencing again. The thought of her burns and aches in parts of me that I try desperately to keep locked away. And it’s because of that burning and aching that I know I need to finish with Charlotte as quickly as possible.
When her throws of ecstasy begin to recede, and her eyes regain some of their focus, I decide that
I’ve had enough. I pull her hips even closer to me while I lift a knee and rest it next to her on the desk. Her legs bend even farther back, until they’re almost mashed into her breasts. My cock reaches all new depths as I mount her on the desk, using my full weight to sink even farther into her.
Charlotte’s eyes bulge and her moans of pleasure hitch in the back of her throat. Her jaw drops open, but there’s no sound coming out. I only need to pump her a few times like this before I feel the unmistakable sensation of an orgasm forming inside of me.
The feeling begins with a tightening of my abs, as though it is somehow sucking my core inward, trying to turn me inside out. Then the feeling begins to flow through me, snaking its way from the pit of my belly all the way down the length of my cock. It doesn’t stop until it reaches the very tip. This is the point of no return where, no matter what happens, nothing can stop the orgasm from coming.
For a long, intense moment the entire world stills around me. My mouth opens in an attempt to gasp for air before what is about to happen. But there’s no time. The flood rushes throughout me, and bursts forth, emptying itself into the condom. My hands squeeze Charlotte’s waist hard for a moment before the euphoric haze releases me and the world returns to normal. I gasp in heavy breaths, finally able to function once again.
After taking a few moments to catch my breath and collect myself, I say, “That was fun.” I withdraw from Charlotte and carefully pull the condom off, making sure not to spill any of it in the process.
A satisfied smile spreads itself across her face. She watches me tie off the condom and drop it into the waste bin next to my desk.
“I need to go make my rounds,” I say, tucking myself back into my pants and zipping up. “Take whatever time you need, I’ll be out for at least an hour.”
Before I can turn away from her, the smile on her face is already fading.
“Really? That’s it?” she says, sitting up on the edge of the desk. “You’re just going to use me and then treat me like another one of your conquests?”
