by Dark Angel
Moving quickly to the front of the club, I see the woman has stopped everyone in their tracks with her demands.
For a second or two, I stand back and observe the irate female. She’s flipping out over sex―or the lack thereof, to be specific.
Everyone who comes here knows that there’s no penetration involved. These men are not whores. They are dominants.
“Excuse me, what’s the problem here? I’m sure you realize that this is a business, and―” I barely get a sentence in before she starts screaming again.
“No, what you don’t fucking realize is that I paid good money for this, and I. Want. Sex!”
The woman is about 5-foot 3 inches and has fiery red hair. She’s built quite well, and I’m sure that she could get sex from any man she wanted―but not my men.
They don’t cross the lines. Not anymore.
“I’m sorry, but you only get what you pay for. Now, how about you collect your clothing and call it a night. You don’t want to say or do anything you might regret later.” My voice never wavers. Speaking steadily, I show her, and everyone else, that I can do this job―even though I’m inexperienced and new.
While I’ve been trying to calm her down, all the men have left their rooms and are now watching the interaction between the two of us.
Scantily clad, they all look incredible, and though I can understand her needs, she’s not a new member. She knows our rules.
Unless…those guys I fired…they were fucking all our clients, weren’t they? Shit, this is going to be a nightmare to clean up.
She moves closer to me, getting into my face to get her point across. Not that that’s going to work. Still, I let her get as angry as she wants to be.
“Look at these men. You can’t fucking tell me they don’t fuck the clients. I know they do. I can hear the other rooms! I know they’re fucking every single one of those women! I’ve gotten a great fucking here before, and I expect the same treatment for the same money!”
Her voice is rising even further, sending shivers through my body. I’m getting a little frightened of what she might do to me.
But I also notice that the closer she’s advancing toward me, the more alert the men are…which is a good thing, because suddenly, she takes a swing at me―but her fist is caught by the swift movements of Theo.
“Get her the fuck out of here. She is to be removed from the club and not allowed back ever!”
I don’t know from which guy those words came from, but before they finish talking, the bouncers are already removing her from the club and making sure she knows the rules.
“Oh my god!” I’m shaking all over. That’s the closest I have ever gotten into a physical altercation.
Brandon moves in, his arm wrapping around me as he walks me to my office. All the men follow him, presumably to make sure their boss is okay.
“I’ll get her a drink.” Finn is already at the bar before he finishes speaking. He pours me a shot of Jack, though I’m not someone who drinks hard alcohol.
Handing it to me, Finn helps me steady my hands to wrap around the small shot glass. My fingers are gripping it, squeezing tightly.
“Drink it all, Evelynn. One shot. It will help calm you down,” Robin whispers in my ear, his hands now on my shoulders to release the tension in my body. I’m still freaked the fuck out, but I’m feeling a lot better now.
I take the shot, making a face as the warm liquid slides down my throat.
My eyes on them all, it’s hard not to stare at their almost nude bodies. It’s downright impossible to keep my wits about me.
I don’t realize that I’m staring at them until one of them winks at me. It’s then that I try to shake it off, but I’ve already let the cat out of the bag.
“You okay now, Miss Evelynn?” Gustav asks.
He’s standing and watching his boss make a fool of herself―at least in my eyes, that’s what I’m doing.
“Yes. Thank you all for helping me tonight. I didn’t realize that she was that close to hitting me. I guess I should be a little more prepared for women like that. I didn’t know someone could get that mad about sex.” I shake my head to clear away these thoughts.
I’m steady now, but my cheeks are flush from looking at their bodies. This is the first time I’ve seen them undressed, and by the outline of their cocks, I’m going to make a fool of myself before the end of the evening.
I can feel their eyes on me. They all know about me by now and how innocent and inexperienced I am—apparently, it’s that obvious—so they must know how uncomfortable tonight is for me. The walls of this office seem to be closing in on me the longer they stand there. I can’t keep those bodies off my mind.
I set the glass down on the table, standing to look at them all once again. My eyes are torn between watching them and looking away, but I know that I should break this moment and take it all back to a professional level.
“I need to get back to work. I think―no, I’ll be okay. Thank you all for being here tonight. I assure you she will never come back to this club again.”
Chapter 6
Evelynn
I’m sitting at my desk, and once again, I can’t believe that happened. That client was mad enough to hurt to me. Thankfully, I had the men to protect me―or were they just protecting me? It suddenly feels as though they have ulterior motives.
Yes, of course they were. I sigh. Why am I being paranoid?
Looking around my office, I realize that I need a break.
Scarlet is busy tonight, but…hmm. The VIP room is secure, and I won’t be bothered there. Well, not unless I want company.
All the attention, the hugs, and stroking of my hair has me a bit frustrated―or maybe sexually charged might be the better term.
More than anything, I just need to catch my breath.
Unfortunately, I don’t think I can relax in this office. Not when all ten guys keep coming back to check on me here, claiming they want to make sure I’m okay.
I head straight for the VIP room.
Two minutes into my alone time, the boys are back. Pulling me into yet another hug, Gustav whispers in my ear, “Evelynn, are you sure there’s nothing else we can do for you?”
That’s when I hear it. He’s offering me something sexual, but without coming right out and saying the words.
And even though I tell myself I need to ignore the way that makes a delicious shiver race through my body, I hear the words coming out of my mouth as if of their own accord:
“You’ve all done so much already. I hope you know how much I appreciate you. I do feel as though I owe you something.”
My words hint at something, but do they catch on? Or do they overlook the suggestion I’m making? I might be somewhat innocent, but I am a woman.
Being a virgin, this is all new to me. I wonder for a moment if they all see me as a conquest? This inexperienced woman they want to make dirty…or do they just want to have my name etched under the notches on their belt?
I’ve saved my V-card this long; I don’t want to just give it up because it needs to be taken. That would be a waste of a perfectly good cherry.
I lick my lips, my mouth going suddenly dry as I become increasingly excited by what their stares are doing to me. I find each of them attractive in their own way. Of course, the twins look the same, but there’s something deliciously filthy when I think about them being brothers.
Robin is right there with his twin. His charm is undeniably enticing. “Let us help you, Evelynn. Help release a little of that pent-up frustration.”
At first, I wonder what they mean, but I quickly realize that they’re all in on this. Their eyes are dark with lust. Holy fuck. Each of the five sets of twins wants to be a part of this little session.
Sounds from around the club echo through the walls, sending shivers up and down my spine. I love this club, but I also have a bit of fear as well. Not of the club, but―well, will I be able to do what is needed of me?
I close my eyes. The place is spinning. My panties get wetter as I feel each one of the ten men approaching me.
My eyes open to find the ten men circling me like prey. It’s the scene from a documentary where the beast claims the mate.
I hear them talking about my condition. They make it sound like being a virgin is like some kind of a disease.
Brandon laughs, then suggests to the rest of the men: “We should show her what she’s been missing!”
After he says that, Brandon motions for Drew to bring over a chair for me to have a seat. I’m still in the dark about this, but I have a feeling that I’m about to be enlightened.
I don’t fight it. I don’t want to fight it. Sitting, I place my hands on my lap and wait. For what, I don’t yet know. But I’m sure I’m about to witness something wild.
One by one, the men undress.
My heart starts beating wildly. I think I might be trembling. And I am definitely, definitely sopping wet.
They are incredible. All tall and tan with eight-pack abs. And their cocks…oh my fucking god.
They all have at least 12-inch cocks. Thick, throbbing man meat.
It would be rude to let my jaw drop, but I do. I can’t help the awe in my expression. It’s hard not to be a window shopper in a meat market.
I cover my mouth, shocked. “Oh my god! How the hell is it possible for all of you to look this amazing?”
My words are met with laughter from the peanut gallery. They all find it funny that I’m shocked.
Finn is the first one to reply to my comment. “You don’t think we could work here if we looked any other way, right?”
I shake my head. “No, but umm…just…wow.”
All the men circle me, their hands now fisted around their cocks as they stroke themselves. If they could have gotten impossibly bigger, they definitely are now. Most of them are already dripping a steady stream of pre-cum. I lick my lips, almost involuntarily.
Jake even swipes his finger over the head of his cock, taking pre-cum on his finger. He brings it to my lips, smearing it over them like a gloss. My breath hitches.
Jake’s voice breaks the trance our eyes hold.
“Taste it,” he commands.
I inch my tongue out again, still watching his eyes as I lick the sweet sticky fluid from my lips. It feels like a bolt of electricity rushing through my body the moment I taste him.
“That’s…incredible!” My voice cracks a little, but I am so enjoying the taste.
Every inch of my body vibrates. The way they look at me…it’s as though they’re giant predators. And I’m their prey.
I know I should be scared, but I love the way they entice me with their penetrating stares.
Each set of twins moves forward, their cocks at full attention, each one of those dicks being stroked right in front of my face.
Directly in front of me is Brandon, smirking as he looks at the others, and then at me.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
I react without thinking. I open my mouth, obeying and sticking my tongue out at Brandon.
I don’t have time to pull it back in when he swipes the head of his cock over the tip of my tongue. The taste awakens every part of my taste buds. Salty, sweet, and delectable.
I want more than just a taste.
“Keep your tongue out for us,” Brandon whispers, his hand jacking his cock as he moves for another to take his place.
Each one of these ten men swipes the head of his cock over my tongue. I don’t realize it at first, but they’re marking me. It’s a pissing contest for Alpha males. Mark the woman you want with your scent.
Usually, this club is for punishment and pleasure…but this is a heightened level of sexual seduction.
So many different tastes overwhelm me. It’s my first time having a cock near my mouth, and apparently, it’s go big or go home because I have ten. It’s mind-boggling.
A sudden overwhelming urge rushes through my body. I want to take one and force it down my throat. But I don’t.
To make sure that I don’t do anything I regret, I slip my fingers under me. Each one locked down to prevent them from wiggling forward.
“Don’t trust yourself?” Finn asks, the smirk on his face saying it all.
I shake my head. “Not at all. I’ve never been this…tempted my entire life.”
Circling me, Finn traces the tip of his finger over my shoulder. His finger knots in the stands of my hair. He gently pulls my head back so our eyes lock.
“Well, at least you know your weaknesses, right?” Finn whispers as he leans down to graze my ear with his pearly whites.
Every fiber of my being is on high alert.
I allow my eyes to drop closed for a moment. The fantasy in my head adds to what they’re doing. For a moment, I imagine my hands bound above my head, their naked bodies rubbing over me.
“You’re sweating, Evelynn. Maybe you need someone to take your temperature? Orally, of course.”
The voice from the corner is Brandon’s. He seems to love this little show.
His body is muscular, and he must be 6-foot-5, at least. Brandon looks like the man on the cover of the romance novel I took to bed with me last night. Even his hair is the same. Could this be all a dream?
Brandon moves directly in front of me, his hand stroking his cock to almost an explosive point―but then he stops.
Brandon’s eyes lock with mine as I open my mouth wide for him. I’m not sure I’m ready to do it, but I’m ready to try. It will be my first time having a cock in my mouth, and he’s 12 inches of throbbing lust muscle.
I close my eyes when Brandon’s cock slides into my mouth. I don’t know who’s touching me. I feel hands groping my body, but have no idea who they belong to.
Brandon pushes his cock deeper into my mouth. I gag the moment it hits the back of my throat. I’m not sure how much is inside, but my jaws feel stretched to capacity. And fuck, I must be a closet dirty little slut because I just want more.
I feel hands on the back of my head, but my eyes remain closed. I don’t dare spoil the experience.
I tremble when I feel someone―or more than one someone―removing my clothing. Will they fuck me? Will I satisfy all of them? Or are they doing this just to taunt me?
I roll my tongue over the shaft of his massive cock. The head is inching its way deeper into my throat. Even gagging doesn’t stop him. Brandon continues to push deeper into me.
I hear voices around me, but I’m not sure who’s talking. My mouth is occupied with so much cock that I can’t keep up.
“Look at those tits!”
“Damn, she has a nice little bald pussy.”
“Look how she sucks dick!”
I’m shocked at their words, but more than that―I’m fucking turned on by it all.
A tug on my right nipple causes my body to jump a little. Hands massage over my pussy lips, but none part the slit to touch my clit.
It’s all overwhelming and confusing. I want this, but I don’t. My head is playing tricks on me.
Brandon pulls out of my mouth, and another cock enters. When that one leaves, another takes its place. I can’t believe it―I’m sucking multiple cocks, and I can hear the rest of them jerking off.
The first shot of cum takes me by surprise, so much that I open my eyes. Finn’s cock explodes, and the first ropes of cum hit my breasts. It’s hot and almost scorching on my skin―but it also has me soaking wet at the same time.
I have never seen a man cum before. Not in person at least. Movies do this no justice. His hot, sticky cum runs down my stomach, dripping on my thighs.
“Oh my god!”
My voice is a needy whimper as I react to him shooting his massive load all over my tits. This has to be one of the hottest nights of my entire life. And it’s not even close to being over.
“Argh, fuck, taste that cum, Evelynn!” Brandon grunts.
I use my fingers to scoop up some of the cum, not knowing where to put them other than the obvious place: my mouth.
Suddenly, Robin walks forward, the head of his cock rubbing the cum on my skin. Is he lubing his cock with Finn’s cum? For a moment, I’m shocked, but that fades quickly, replaced with a throbbing deep in my pussy at the sheer fucking eroticism of what he’s doing.
Robin places his cock at the entrance of my mouth, and jet after jet of cum lands on my tongue.
“Fuck yes!” He groans as he empties his monster cock down my throat. I have no choice but to swallow as much as I can and let the rest overflow out of my mouth and drip down my chin.
Once he pulls out, I wipe my chin free of his cum. I lick my fingers clean of all the sticky goodness, shivering as the rest runs down my neck. This is the second load of cum I’ve tasted, and it’s amazing how different they both are.
Robin was thick and creamy, while Finn was salty and clear.
So many attractive men to choose from, but I don’t have to choose. I get to have them all. I doubt they will make me pick one over another.
With all of them identical to one other person in the room, it’s hard to figure out who’s who at this point. I will eventually need a way to tell them apart.
Theo reaches for my hand, encouraging me to stand.
That only lasts a moment, though, because he immediately places hands on my shoulders, pushing me down to my knees.
Naked for the first time in front of one man would have been exciting, but for ten all at the same time…there are so many emotions and sensations racing through me all at once.
At this point, I definitely don’t know who is who. They’re all cocks at eye level, and the man behind them doesn’t matter.
I open my mouth wide, my head tilting back for each one of them to rub their cocks over my face.
“You want these cocks, don’t you?”
“Look at that pretty face. Evelynn will look even better when we cum all over her.”
Brandon is the instigator of it all. His comments stir the rest of them to a fevered pitch of stroking.
I close my eyes when one shoots a load of cum on my face. It’s hot, thick, and dripping down my cheek.
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