by Alexis Angel
“Well, how did it go at Python?” Lester asks, and I can sense his eagerness in the way he speaks. God, I can almost imagine him bending over his desk, his fingers curled tight around his phone as he smacks his lips, anxiously waiting for my words.
“They have some amazing dancers, let me tell you, Lester,” I tell him with a smile, leaning back against my seat and crossing my legs. “And the bartender knows his stuff. You should try it out. Lots of women there and --”
“Cut it out, Destiny, this is serious,” he cuts me short, and I picture him smacking his lips together and balling his free hand into a fist. “I want to know if you saw something out of the usual. Someone out of the usual, I mean.”
“Someone out of the usual? Well, you’re going to have to be more specific than that. I think that ripped man dancing in his underwear for a crowd of manic women classifies as unusual, so I’m going to need more than that.”
“Look, did you see a woman with blue hair?” he asks, and I feel that we’re getting closer to what this is really all about.
“Blue hair?”
“Yeah, she’s a young woman. Somewhere around your age, slender and beautiful, and she dyes her hair in a bright blue color. She’s hard to miss. Did you see anyone like that?” I think back to my night at Python, but I don’t remember anyone like the person he's describing. Still, between the dark corners, the private booths, and the bright stage, I think that I could've missed that girl pretty easily.
“I don’t think I saw anyone like that there,” I tell him, still frowning as I try to remember the details from last night. “I mean, I could've easily missed her, the place was packed. What’s all this about, Lester? Who is she?”
There’s a few seconds of silence on the other side of the line, and I can’t tell if he’s lost in thought or if he’s looking for the right words. “She’s the girl I’m looking for,” he says curtly, and something in the way he says it makes my skin prickle.
“Why is she this important; she’s just a run-of-the-mill criminal, right?” I ask him and pause, hearing him catch his breath on the other line. “Why do you care this much about some girl sneaking around in a ladies’ club?”
“She’s important, that’s all you need to know, babe,” he answers huskily.
There’s something about the way he called me babe just now that makes my skin crawl.
Somehow, I don’t think he’s telling me the whole story.
The police commissioner doesn’t go around investigating common criminals, so what exactly has Lester pulled me into? I have enough trouble as it is running my club, I don’t need more bullshit to worry about. If he didn’t have the power to shut my club down with a snap of his fingers, I’d tell him to fuck off right now.
“Lester, I don’t like this. I have a business to run and—shit!” Austin strolls inside the bar with that confident grin of his, walking toward me as if he owns the place. He’s wearing dress pants and a crisp white shirt, his smart eyes finding mine as my heart starts to race. “Listen, I have to go, I’ll talk to you later.”
“Destiny, don’t you --” I hear him say, but by the time his words reach me I’m already pressing my thumb over the screen, ending the call.
“You’re early,” Austin says as he sits across me. God, he looks even more handsome during the day than he looks under Python’s lights.
“I always like to arrive fashionably late, but I made an exception for you today,” I tell him with a smile, tucking my phone inside my purse as all thoughts of Lester and his schemes vanish from my mind. “Of course, that means you’re paying.”
“Sure. But I always like to get my money’s worth,” he shoots back, that devilish grin making my heart beat faster.
Python, huh?
Game, set, and match. It’s time to dance.
Oh, this is going to be fun.
6
Austin
I take one hard look at the mirror in the elevator as it goes up toward the 29th floor. Destiny’s probably already there, and I want to make sure that I look my best.
No, you didn’t hear me wrong.
I mean, I always look my best, and I’m not one to worry about the way I fucking look…
But today I’m meeting her for brunch.
It’s a fucking special occasion, okay?
But no. Don’t you dare read too much into it.
I mean, I don’t even date. I don’t even do this—brunch, what a fucking joke.
But I just had to ask her out.
Something came over me while talking to her at the Python bar.
Actually, it was right when I saw her for the first time. There was something about her… She looked fucking stunning, sure, but it was something more than that.
She looked like someone with fucking ambition. A woman with ambition, strong enough to go after what she wants… and get it.
That’s why I offered her a position at Python so fast.
You probably think that I’m some dumbass that just hires anyone who walks up to me in a skirt, huh? Well, you’re wrong, babe. I’m everything but a dumbass. In fact, I’m pretty smart; you don’t get to run a club like Python by being an idiot, that much I can tell you.
And you walk up to me in a skirt? Sure, I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck you real good with my giant fucking cock.
But I won’t be hiring you. I won’t trust you with my business.
Destiny, though?
She's something different.
Still, it’s too bad that I won’t get to hire her. After she left I found that she was Destiny Renee, the owner of the famed Dirty Destiny, and I almost fucking choked on the whisky I was drinking when I found out she used to be a porn star. I’d like to tell you that I was a complete gentleman and that I didn’t look her up online but… Yeah, that was the first fucking thing I did when I heard the word ‘porn’. I found some of her videos and, holy fuck, is she hot.
Yes, okay, I found those videos and I fucking jerked off to her. It took me maybe 5 fucking minutes to cum, and I came hard. She’s got a tight fucking body and I sneer to myself thinking of all the ungodly things I want to do to it.
I mean, remember how she looked perfect in that tight dress she was wearing back at Python?
Right, that does nothing to what she looks like fucking naked. I only realized just how perfect she is when I saw her on the computer screen. Her heart-shaped ass seemed like just the right fit for my hands, and her tits are so perfectly round that I was almost salivating while watching her fuck.
And the way she fucks… Where do I even start?
I don’t mean to brag, but I’m a fucking beast while between the sheets. Sadly, I never found a woman capable of matching me… Until I saw Destiny’s videos. My first reaction was a simple one: I have to fuck her. And my second reaction was an even more obvious one… I stroked myself until I came, and let me tell you one more fucking time in case you didn’t believe me, or you moved on—I came in gallons.
I did it in my office, and fine, I did it again when I got to my apartment.
And you wanna hear the best part? I didn’t even remember when was last time I had jerked off. You know, there are dozens of willing women every night at Python, so I never really feel the urge to go on a date with my hand. But when I typed Dirty Destiny into my browser, well, let’s just say that what followed was inevitable.
Ding! the elevator suddenly chimes, forcing me back to reality. I take one last look into the mirror as the doors slide open, and then I start walking toward the bar. She chose 230 Fifth Avenue for our date-brunch-thing, and it seems like a fitting place. I don’t come here often, but it’s a nice place; there are always hot fucking women lounging at any given time.
I scan the place with my eyes and, just like I told you, there are at least twelve scantily clad fucking women I wouldn’t mind taking for a spin perched on the seats. But Destiny’s nowhere to be found. I walk through the place and head toward the bar near the terrace, and there she is, sitting by herself. She’s talking on her cell phone
when she sees me.
I walk up and, wasting no time, sit across from her.
“You’re early,” I say, and she just smiles at me, placing her cell phone back into her purse.
“I always like to arrive fashionably late, but I opened an exception for you today. Of course, that means you’re paying.”
“Sure. But I always like to get my money’s worth,” I grin, and I can already tell that I’m going to have fun. Maybe brunch wasn’t such a bad idea.
She’s looking at me.
Holy fuck, are her eyes travelling up and down my body? Is she thinking about how she wants to fuck me?
I match her back, my stare settling on those round swells of her tits and that slender waist.
We eye each other like two boxers in the ring.
It’s not even an awkward silence.
It’s like two warriors getting ready for fucking combat.
When the waiter comes, we both order something, but I don’t fucking remember what and I’m telling you that it doesn't matter.
Because I’m fucking mesmerized by her long legs, and by the way her clothes seem to hug her curves so perfectly. You wouldn’t believe the effort I’m making just to avoid reaching over and just grabbing those tits.
“So, I don’t think you’re going to take me up on my offer,” I start, and she lets out a bright laugh. The sound of it is enough to make my cock twitch. In her videos she’s always moaning and screaming, and she has a voice perfectly designed for that.
“What offer? The management job?” she asks me and I nod. “I don’t think so,” she responds, plucking one strawberry off of one of the trays the waiter has brought us.
I watch as she brings it up to her lips and opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out and placing the strawberry on top of it. While she’s doing this, the gears inside my head start spinning and I can’t stop imagining how it must feel to have her smooth lips wrapped around my shaft. I’d give a lot of money to turn my cock into a strawberry right now—if twelve-inch strawberries existed, that is.
“I have a lot on my plate right now,” she continues saying, and I almost ask her if she wants my cock to be one of those things. Of course, I don’t do it; I’m not a fucking savage 24/7.
“Dirty Destiny is a handful, I’ll take it?” I ask. She smiles, realizing that I’ve already figured out who she really is.
“Handful is the right word, yes,” she says, and then lowers her voice. “But I do like to keep my hands full.” Fuck, she’s playing me like a fiddle. The moment she finishes speaking I’m already imagining her small fingers curled tight around my hard cock.
“Maybe I could help with that,” I find myself saying, unable to stop the words from leaving my mouth.
The food is sitting on the table between us, but I don’t even look at it; there’s just one thing I want to devour in this place, and it sure as hell isn’t a fucking croissant.
“Oh, are you making me a new offer?” she laughs, and the sound of her moans and screams of utter pleasure seem to flood my mind.
I gotta have her.
I don’t think I've ever wanted a woman this much…
Besides, most women just throw themselves at my feet. Destiny isn’t that kind of woman by a long shot.
I know that she’s fucking playing with me, but she’s doing it from a place of full confidence, not one of neediness. In fact, if there’s anyone needy, it’s gotta be me; I’m almost desperate to claim her pussy as mine.
But a flash of her eyes tells her she knows that I’m playing with her.
“No guy has lasted as long as you have sitting across from me and not given up,” Destiny says, as if reading my mind. “In case you were wondering.”
“I’m not most fucking guys, Destiny baby,” I say gruffly.
“I know that,” she replies, and then flashes her eyes and gives me a wicked grin. “Python.”
“I could make you all kind of offers, Destiny.” My heart is picking up the pace, and I already feel boiling blood making traveling between my legs. My cock is twitching again, and I figure that I've got two minutes before I’m wielding a fucking mallet for a cock.
“Do any of them involve working at your club?” Destiny asks. “I like the hot men you have there, but it’d take a lot for me to leave my club… Unless you have something really interesting going on in there,” she whispers, leaning in to me.
She stressed the last part of her sentence, but I have no clue what she’s talking about. Unless… No, there’s no way she knows what we do at Python behind closed doors.
“Of course there’s something really interesting there,” I flash her a quick smile, and then just lean back against the seat.
“You’re talking about yourself, aren’t you?” she chuckles, plucking one more strawberry and slowly biting into it. Forget about my cock twitching, I’m getting fucking hard now.
“You said it, not me. But if you really wanted, you could come and work for me. I could use someone like you.” Surprising me, she gets up from her seat. For a fraction of a second I think I said something and that she’s leaving, but she just walks up to me and places her hands on her hips.
“Sorry, Austin. You’ll never convince me to leave my club,” she says softly. “I mean, why would I do that?”
Now it’s her turn to grin at me, a burning wickedness flickering in her eyes. “I mean, Dirty Destiny is so much better than Python.” She’s at least as cocky as I am, I have to give her that.
But Dirty Destiny being better than Python? Jesus, now she’s just fucking crazy.
“You know, that fucking hurt,” I say to her. Don’t worry, doll. Destiny knows I’m fucking teasing her. She knows what kind of rodeo I run. “Your words, they’re... hard,” I tell her, and then she just leans and places her hand on my crotch, squeezing my half-hard cock.
We’re both silent as her hand squeezes my throbbing cock one more time. My brain is about to fucking explode.
“Not really. But it’s got potential,” she says.
Did she really just fucking say that?
Or did I just imagine it?
I take one deep breath and look down, and there’s her hand, her fingers curled around the hard shape under my pants.
Acting without fucking thinking, I go up to my feet.
Our faces are close, and it feels as if the air separating our mouths is electrified somehow. Leaning into her, I place my lips next to her ear.
“Let’s get out of here,” I whisper. “Explore that potential.”
She smiles.
7
Destiny
Well, I didn’t expect to end up in his apartment, that’s for sure. But it just seemed like the right thing to do, you know? Sure, Lester warned me all about Austin—how there’s more under the surface, how Python isn’t really what it seems to be. But I’m a grown girl, and I can take care of myself. And this is just sex, it’s not like I’m going to marry him.
“You’ve been dying for this, haven’t you?” I ask Austin the moment we step inside his apartment, a devilish smile dawning on my lips. He doesn’t even show me around; he just pauses and, with a growl, runs his hand up my neck and tangles his fingers in my hair. He yanks my head back and, looking me straight in the eye, grins.
“That’s right,” he tells me, his grin widening with each of his words. “But so have you,” he continues, slowly leaning into me. He stops when there’s only one inch separating our lips and, as I try to close the distance, he yanks harder on my hair. Then, he finally crushes his mouth against mine, his full lips a perfect match.
Just one kiss, and he has already told me a lot about him. He wants control… He needs it. Even if I want the same things that he does, he wants to be the one in charge. Not because he wants to show off, or prove that he’s manly. It’s simply who he is, and I doubt that he knows how to live—and fuck—any other way. Maybe I’ll show him a thing or two… After all, I’m not known as the submissive type.
“I know what you’re thinking,
” he whispers into my ear after slowly peeling his lips off of mine. “I know your type.”
“Do you?” I ask him, moving fast and taking my hand right to his crotch. I curl my fingers around the thick shape pushing against the fabric of his pants—hell, he’s really big, but he doesn’t even react. “You know nothing about me.”
“Oh, but I do. I know enough,” he whispers again, both his hands sliding down the side of my body and stopping right on my waist. He pushes me back until I hit the wall, all air leaving my lungs as I feel the solid surface against my body. One of his hands goes back to my hair, and he grabs it again, holding my head in place as he looks into my eyes. “I know that you don’t like to be dominated… That you prefer to dominate. But, babe, you’ve never met a man like me.”
“You sure know how to talk,” I tease him, staring at him in defiance. My fingers are still curled around his mast, and it pulses against my hand as I speak, sending a shiver up my spine. “But what I want... is to see what you can do.”
“I’m not sure if you can take it,” he says, his grin growing larger as the pressure of his fingers on my hair intensifies. “Because once I fuck you, you’ll be hooked.” I grin back at him, squinting my eyes in a challenge.
“Like I said… Talk’s cheap.” As if my words have struck a chord, he forces me to turn on my heels and pins me against the wall. I place both my hands on the wall for support, and he presses his body on mine in an instant, his muscular torso right against my back. I feel his hard pectorals, and… are those abs? God, I need to see what he’s hiding under that shirt of his. He looks good with clothes on, and I really can’t wait to see what he’s hiding under his clothes.
My eyelids droop as, leaning, he brushes his lips over the naked skin of my neck. His kisses are gentle, but under his gentleness there’s a coiled aggressiveness, an undertone of danger and adrenaline… I have to admit, I haven’t been this wet in a long time. And he has gotten me curious; how good can he be?
His hands go up to my shoulders, and his fingers find the straps of my dress. He pulls them down my arms, tugging at the fabric until it folds over my chest and hangs limply around my waist. Using only one finger, he traces a straight line down from between my shoulders, his fingertip going over the ridges of my spine until it finds the place where both thong and skin meet. His fingers go sideways then, moving around my hips as he traces the contour of my thong. He’s taking his time, and he’s doing it deliberately; he’s teasing me, torturing me, waiting until I’m dying to have him… But I know the game he’s playing, and I’m not going to let him do it.
