Mr. President

“I think you’re right; I’m going to need to do a thorough inspection…” she purrs again, letting go of my cock and hooking her fingers on my belt. She pulls me inside her office and slams the door behind us.

The moment I hear the lock on the door snapping shut, I just grab her by the waist and push her back until her ass is against the edge of the desk.

Tangling my fingers in her hair, I yank on it and force her head back. She gasps as I do it, and then I place my other hand over her knee and slide it up and under her tight fitting skirt. I only stop when my hand is right between her thighs, her damp thong against my fingertips.

“I can’t wait to fuck you,” I tell her, lifting her head and making her look at me. “It’s all I could think of on the ride here.”

“That makes two of us then,” she says, flattening the palm of her hand against my crotch once more.

Let’s get this party started, then. I lean in to kiss her but, when our mouths are just one inch away, my cell phone starts to ring.

I could just ignore it—and that’s what I’d normally do—but this is the ringtone I set up for Strokes.

Fuck, I don’t want to interrupt this rodeo that’s about to start, but if Strokes is calling… then something is seriously up.

“Fuck,” I breathe out, letting go of Destiny and taking one step back. I pull the cell phone out of my pocket and, just like I expected, Strokes’ name is flashing on the screen. “Babe, sorry, I really have to get this.” It fucking hurts to leave her wet like this, but it can’t be helped; there might be something happening at Python and I need to be on top of it.

“Just make sure you come back as hard as you are,” she tells me teasingly, straightening the front of her skirt and sinking into her chair behind the desk.

“Well, only if you stay as wet as you are now… “ I tell Destiny, and grab my cock, giving it a lewd tug over the trousers. Destiny smiles.

“You've got a deal,” she says, using one hand to lightly run up and down her tits.

I look at her and smile lewdly. I love being filthy with this fucking girl.

I reach for the door in her office and I step out.

If you’re wondering why I’m not taking the phone call with her around, it's because my business with Strokes is too sensitive for me to act careless. Besides, I don’t want to pull her into this.

No, I’m not going to tell you what it is now.

Listen, people could be watching.

I mean, look at you. You’re watching the both of us. You think anyone else in this club knows that you’re watching?

Fuck, what if someone else is watching me just like that.

No. If you need to find out, you will.

It’s for the fucking best, doll.

I walk toward the balcony railings, but there’s too much noise up in here. I go down the stairs at a hurried step and, nodding at the bouncer, step inside one of the private rooms. It’s empty and silent, and the soundproof walls prevent the sound of the music from getting in, and my words from getting out. Perfect.

“Strokes? Something happened?” I always get fucking anxious when she calls me. I never know when she’s going to hit me with bad news.

“Took you long enough to pick up the phone, where are you?”

“Destiny’s.”

“Well, well… Seems like someone is having fun,” she says to me. “Listen, I don’t mean to rain on your parade, Austin, but later tonight I’ll need you to be at Python,” she starts, lowering her tone and finally getting down to business.

“Why?” I ask, a bit pissed off. “I thought Maverick was fine with running it tonight.”

Yeah, Maverick always covers for me when I’m not around—running Python without him and Strokes would be close to impossible, but I guess she’s not talking strictly about Python.

“Yeah, he’s running the floor. But I have a new batch of girls coming in,” she whispers into the phone, and I can tell that she’s a nervous fucking wreck.

She drowns herself in caffeine whenever we have girls coming in like this, and goes without sleep for days. Strokes’ bold, but she really gets stressed out when it comes to the real work we do at Python. It’s only natural, though—with the amount of risks we’re taking every day, any sane person would be worried out of their minds.