Midnight Sex Shop

by Grey, T. A.

  Lina looked around wildly. No one was on the second floor, but clients and employees walked by all the time. She squirmed against him, which only showed how much he was enjoying all this. His cock was a hard, steely presence against her back.

  "I can't wait to find out," he said, his hand pushing past her jeans to touch her pussy. There was no hiding the evidence of her arousal now. "Whether I'll like this just as much as you do or more. I’m dying to find out." Then his fingers circled her clitoris and pushed inside her soft channel.

  "Ooooh." Oh God, she was so wet. The music was a pulse of its own around her. His scent and heat permeated through her skin making her want to roll around in him, to rub her face against him. And worst of all, he was right. He'd seen her fantasy from the second he made her watch that couple and when saw her reaction to this very room.

  "God, you're wet already, baby. Dripping around my fingers." Deep, husky words spoken in her ear. "You're trembling in my arms." Another finger added to the mix and pumped inside her. When the tight confines of her jeans finally frustrated him, Cade pulled them down roughly. He palmed her through her underwear with a hot palm.

  "Cade," she whispered, her voice thick.

  He growled in her ear. A finger moved to rub her clit in agonizing swirls that had her bucking. "See that crowd down there baby?" She nodded, wide-eyed at the dancers grinding below and he continued. "I'm going to fuck you in front of all of them. They're going to watch you come again and again, Lina. From there it's your choice baby, your fantasy. I'm either going to come on your tits or in your mouth. Either way I'm happy." She cried out and gushed hot cream over his fingers. Another growl and he tore her clothes from her, then his own.

  He pushed her to the railing. Her ass proved too tempting to stay away from. He palmed and squeezed the firm flesh, loving the way they pinkened. Leaning over her, he cupped a big breast and spanked her ass. She cried out, drawing the attention of several clubbers below. Cade smiled and spanked her again and again. Only after her cheek burned hot under his palm did he switch positions and do the other.

  "Are you dripping down your thighs for me, Lina?" Cade's cock was so hard, it was leaking wildly from the tip. If he weren’t careful, this whole thing would be over before it started. Her beautiful body turned him on so badly. He loved the way she felt, soft and supple. Her waist was small, hips wide, thighs rounded with muscle.

  He slid his cock between her thighs and her feminine heat coated him, wetting him with her juices. He groaned and pumped himself there. "I have another surprise for you, too."

  "No more. Cade, I can't do this. There are people down there watching me. Watching us. God, that feels good. Stop, please!" Her face was burning red with a mixture of humiliation and pleasure.

  "Baby, I just want to show you to the whole world. Is that really so bad? Now look to the right and left."

  Lina whipped her head side to side.

  She'd never seen them come, never heard them. Two men sat in the voyeur area with her and Cade. They were naked with their cocks standing tall and hard. Each worked their cocks with lazy, slow purpose. They glistened with some kind of oil or lotion. Lina's hips jerked and she had the sudden thought that she wanted all three of them to fuck her to come all over her until she was soaked in their hot white semen.

  Their penises were different yet still so sexy. The man's on the left was not very long, but thick and veiny and red. The other's was thin and long, his groin shaven. She met their eyes and was surprised to see a hot heat there. At her. At her and Cade.

  “See baby? We just want to see you come nice and hard. Now you're going to come on my cock. And see all those people down below? They're going to look up as their dancing and grinding into each other as they watch you. You turn them on honey. The women will watch you and wish they were you—wish they were as brave as you. And the men will wish they were me, getting so lucky to be fucking your sweet pussy."

  Oh, God! She couldn't take anymore. She was nearly about to come and he wasn't even inside her yet. So many eyes were on her, making her look away, frantic. The two men’s eyes were burning dark holes into her. She could see them from the corner of her eyes, stroking those sexy cocks. Her mind spiraled, banked, then surfaced clearer. Yes, she thought, yes.

  "Please," she moaned, "Just take me." He was in her by time she finished. The first strokes had her falling over the edge. She squeezed the railing hard and cried out her orgasm to the whole club. She heard him mutter 'God damn' behind her and then his big cock was really moving inside her. The last waves of the orgasm trembled and left her only to be built up again.

  Cade held her breasts as handles, her nipples tucked between two fingers. His hips slapped her ass, his balls her clit. Each thrust tingled, made her breath catch. She looked to the left and saw the man pumping his fist fast over his thick cock. His lips were parted, his other hand cupping his balls. God, she loved it.

  She felt so powerful, so sexy. She knew Cade loved it too because he was drilling her with the intensity of a man possessed.

  "So what'll it be, Lina? Tits or mouth?" he panted harshly.

  Lina didn't know what came over her. It was like someone else was inside her now. Had taken her over. For it couldn't have possibly been her who said, "All three of you. In my pussy, my mouth, on my tits." She heard him gasp and knew she’d surprised him.

  "Are you sure, baby?" He sounded pleased and very turned on.

  She turned to the right to watch the man with the longer cock. His head had fallen to the side as he watched. His hand worked mostly over the head of his cock. His fist was tight, movements jerky.

  "I'm certain," she gasped and knew she was going to come again. Her thighs trembled from his cock pushing through her tight pussy muscles. Even with her channel slick with cream it was a tight, hard fit. She could feel every big inch of him inside her. "I'm not...I'm not going to last," she said already coming. Her hips bucked and she threw back her head to shout her pulsing release.

  "God dammit." He grunted roughly, and while her orgasm still erupted inside her, he turned her, wrapped his arms around her shoulders and stomach, and nudged her to bend over.

  In this position, she felt like a trapped prisoner. Her pussy quivered around his cock and she couldn't remember her own damned name if she tried. So good.

  Cade's deep voice commanded, "Both of you, over here. One in the mouth, one on the tits." Lina licked her lips and pried her eyes open. Her pussy tightened again, trembling on the edge of another orgasm.

  "Going to come again," she whispered. Her voice was no longer her own, but a hoarse croak.

  "I know baby, I feel it. God I can't wait to fill you up," he growled in her ear. Words for her alone.

  For once in her life she was happy she was short. The man with the longer cock was tall. He came up before her while the other man stood a little off to the side. They pumped their arms fast and hard now, their breaths coming hard.

  "I'll come in her mouth," the tall man said.

  "I want those tits," the other said.

  "And I got pussy," Cade said, fucking her harder, faster. Her pussy spasmed, tightened, she was so close.

  "Do it," she whispered raggedly. Her pussy was already starting to milk Cade's cock. His grip tightened on her signaling he'd felt it too.

  The shorter man was the first to go. His eyes trained on her bobbing tits and then he erupted. His semen was hot and shot onto her breasts, splattering all over her nipples and skin again and again. Lina cried out as her orgasm finally spilled over. She started coming and the tall man came up to her, his fist moving so fast over his cock.

  "Open up," was all he said.

  She did.

  Her lips parted and a second later salty hot semen blasted her lips and tongue, hitting the back of her throat. He threw back his head and groaned long and hard until he was pumping and nothing else was coming.

  Cade squeezed her hard enough to leave bruises, and then rammed in deep. She felt his climax pound into her like a thr
ust. He came hard and hot; his semen filling her up so deep it seeped around his wide cock and dripped down her thighs.

  She finally finished coming, her orgasm subsiding as the men's semen cooled on her skin, slid down her throat.

  The two men caught their breath then retreated down the hall into separate white doors. Cade pulled out of her and neither one of them said a word as he dressed them and took her to his office.

  Chapter 11

  Lina left Cade's bedroom. She'd actually stayed the night with him. Though she'd been surprised to find that his bedroom was adjoined to his office. The man actually worked where he slept, or was it the other way around?

  When she awoke, he'd already left. She told herself she was glad because she didn't want to discuss her behavior last night. Hell she even wanted to be mad at him for leaving, but she couldn't. Especially not when he left a dozen red roses next to her and note that said: Can't wait, Cade.

  She swiftly pocketed the note in her jeans and went to find Carlos. Her video tape should be ready today.

  She passed Sara in the hall. Today she wore an outfit that reminded her of the Hooter's waitresses. Short athletic-looking daisy dukes and a tight white tank top thrown together with some white socks and tennis shoes.

  "How does it feel to know you’re used goods?" she sneered when she tried to pass her. Lina froze in her tracks and laughed, then kept right on going.

  "How does it feel to be used goods, Sara?" Lina didn't turn to see her reaction and instead climbed down the stairs to the control room.

  Carlos didn't say a word when she entered, just lifted a VHS tape, and waved it at her.

  "You got everything I needed?" He nodded and she barely restrained from rolling her eyes. "Well unless you want me watching this in here with you, you better tell me a place I can go."

  He flexed his jaw as if making him talk was pissing him off. "There's a security office in the back."

  She rolled her eyes. "And where might that be, Carlos?"

  He shrugged and her great patience was finally at its end.

  "Listen, I fucking get it. I do. You don't like cops. You think you're the first asshole I've met who doesn't? Well you're not. I'm used to this shit dammit, but a girl or boy may be in trouble. We get missing kids all the time in the city most whom are never discovered, and there might be a client here using some for pornography. So why don't you take the stick out of your ass and open your damn mouth."

  Carlos stared at her with wide eyes. Then finally, he sighed in defeat. "Yeah, you're right. Down the hall, door on the left. It should say 'security.' But I still don't like cops."

  "And I still don't like you," she said and closed the door. She found the room exactly where he said. She popped the movie in and took out her notebook, ready to do some traditional investigating.

  What she saw had a nasty feeling sitting in her gut. She rewound the tape then played the scene. Again. Again.

  The bouncer's story was right. He had escorted a client on that night to his car. But what he probably didn't know was that Sara came out right after him and had a few words with the client. The client was also the same nervous man she'd met before, Mr. Darrel Krentsky. Shit. She should have seen it coming.

  She ran down the hall until she found Sara who didn't look happy to see her.

  "Listen, whatever it is between us has to stop. I need to know everything about your client. Mr. Krentsky."

  Sara's eyes widened. "What for?"

  "Can't say that, but I need your file and all the information you have on him now."

  Sara nodded quickly. "Come on, it's in my office." Lina followed her and already was feeling guilty for her earlier comment. She started to apologize, but Sara went to a filing cabinet and pulled open a drawer. "Have a seat, I'll dig it out. Darrel Krentsky, you said?"

  Lina pulled open her notepad to check the name. “Yeah, Mr. Krentsky.” She never saw the blow coming. But she sure felt it. Pain exploded in her head, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she slumped to the floor.

  "Fucking bitch," was the last thing she heard before her eyes closed.

  Chapter 12

  Lina opened her eyes on a heartfelt groan. Her head felt like someone had hit her with a bat. Which, she thought grudgingly, was a very real possibility.

  The light was too bright as if someone had a floodlight pointed at her face. She squinted, her eyes watering and head throbbing in the back where she'd been hit.

  She took stock of her situation and her body. She was tied to a chair with her arms around the back. She moved her arms, testing the ropes. Not bad, but if she could just tuck her thumbs into her hand then she might be able to wiggle...

  "Oh, good, you're awake."

  Lina knew that voice and hated it with a fierce passion. "Your powers of observation are astounding, Sara." She almost smirked at her joke. Not the time or the place though. Get out alive, then laugh.

  "Oh, fuck you. I can't wait to off you. You've been nothing but trouble from the start."

  "Aw, so this isn't just about Cade?" The light was searing her eyeballs, but she was able to squint enough to see she wasn't at the club. Judging by the carpet, photos on the walls, and sofa to the side it looked like someone’s home. "I didn't know you had such bad taste in decorating. Someone like you I pictured hiring a decorator."

  Sara scoffed and flounced into view. "This isn't my place." Lina had to keep her gaze down, her face turned away from the light blaring in her face. Sara's shadow moved, a blur, and then Lina's cheek was burning with the sting from a slap.

  "I never really saw you for the pussy fighting kind. I could have pictured bare fists though, or maybe brass knuckles." Another hit, this time on the other cheek, and this time she felt knuckles and scratches. The bitch wore rings. Lina shrugged like she didn't feel it when in fact her cheek was burning hot like a sunburn.

  "If he didn't need to talk to you you'd already be dead, whore. You might want to think on that." Sara moved and the light was back in full force. She kept her eyes closed and hung her head, using her ears instead.

  "No offense, but why are you incohoots with him? He doesn't exactly look like your type, but then again I've been wrong about a few things with you."

  A vicious hand grabbed her hair and yanked it back. She couldn't stop the pained gasp that escaped between her clenched teeth.

  "I help to get him the girls, and I get paid. That simple."

  Cold dread entered her stomach. She kept her voice light and calm. "Man, I've really mis-pegged you. Little girls? Do you like to watch, too?"

  A disgusted sigh and the hand in hair finally let go. "Watch him take the pictures, uh, no thanks. I have better shit to do."

  "Like spend your hard-earned money?" She bit her lip, probably shouldn't have said that. Calm and cool, she chanted.

  Sara was saved from answering though when a door opened and closed. Lina used her ears to pinpoint the direction to behind the light shining in her face.

  "You had to go and ruin everything." She knew that voice. Darrel Krentsky.

  Lina spent the next minute being intimately acquainted with his meaty fist. She did the only thing she could do and breathed through her nose, letting her head roll with the hits to try to glance the blows off. It didn't work too well though when she could barely see him. She was wheezing hard when he stopped and she tasted blood in her mouth—a lot of it.

  "Is everything already taken care of with the girl?" Sara asked.

  "Everything's fine. Harry has her now. But I'm afraid everything's not so good for you."

  Two gunshots exploded through the air. The pops sounded like dynamite blasting close to her face.

  Lina winced, turning her head in time to see the shadow of Sara collapsing to the floor. She wasn't sure what surprised her more in that moment, that she wasn't surprised he turned on her or that Sara didn't think he would.

  The light was flicked off and she blinked to steady her gaze as he came into view. He didn't look nervous now, just res
olute. Lina tucked her thumbs into her palm and started pulling and twisting her wrists through. The ropes gave just a little around her wrists. She just needed a little more time.

  "So you're not married I take it?"

  He barked out a laugh and squatted down next to Sara checking her pulse. Lina worked her wrists, pulling, tugging slowly. One hand came half way through the rope. Just had to get it past her knuckles.

  "Nah, no woman. Too old for me. I prefer them...younger." He turned to her and smiled; it was sick and twisted. He left the room and Lina worked harder at her hands. There! One hand was free, more wiggling and she had plenty of room to remove her other.

  Quietly she lost the ropes and bent to remove the ones at her feet. Her heart was a bass drum slamming inside her. She pulled the ropes from her feet, and on light steps, went down the opposite hall. Checking in the next room and finding it empty, she swiftly moved through the darkness. She heard the sound of silverware rattling and knew he was in the kitchen, the next room over.

  Fear and adrenaline were tight knots in her belly making every sound louder and more sinister. Another drawer slid open then banged closed. Footsteps close by. Lina held her breath with her ear to the wall. He was going back to the living room where she should be. Quickly she moved into the kitchen's side door and found a drawer with knives in it already opened.

  There wasn't much of a choice in terms of weapons. She grabbed two steak knives and flattened herself against the wall by the doorway. There was no door to the kitchen, just an open archway. She heard a muttered curse, and then the snick of a gun being cocked. The kitchen light was on which wouldn't give her much of a surprise attack.

  Lina wished like hell she had her gun. Hell that might be her gun he's using. Shit. He was probably working on a frame job. Concentrate. She breathed through her nose, her nostrils flaring. Her armpits were sweating, the warm liquid dripping down her sides.

  Movement, heavy steps. A floorboard squeaked. Lina's lips parted, pupils dilated. Her heart slowed, quieted in her ears. Everything happened as if in slow motion. A shadow appeared in the archway. Almost quiet enough to miss, the floor depressed with the weight of a person. Lina launched her attack.