Taken (Dark Desires 1)

He held out his hands and glanced down at the dark cum stain on the front of his pants. “Come on Katie Holmes. You’re not going to leave me like this, are you?”

I stared at his damp crotch for a moment, then shook my head and backed away, as if he was a monster and I was in fear for my life.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “This was a mistake.”

“What? Hey, wait!”

I pushed my way through the crowd and found Dru still at the bar. She was making out with the girl I’d seen her talking with. She had her hand deep inside the front of the girl’s pants. She didn’t take her hand out when she saw me coming.

“I’m going home,” I said in a panic.

Dru frowned at me. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head. “You stay, have fun. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You sure?” Dru asked. Her hand was still working inside the girl’s cunt. The girl was resting her forehead against Dru’s shoulder with her eyes closed. She was moaning softly.

“I’m sure. I’ll see you at the office tomorrow.”

I didn’t look back toward the VIP area, so I didn’t know if Sean was watching or not.

I just knew that I had blown the only chance I would ever have of interviewing – and possibly sleeping with -- Sean Donovan.

Sean

I suddenly knew how Prince Charming must have felt watching Cinderella run away from the ball.

Only I wasn’t left on the palace steps holding a glass slipper with a tear in my eye.

I was left standing in the middle of the crowded dance floor with a big cum stain on my pants and a confused look on my face.

I shook my head. I had never fucked a Playboy Playmate that wasn’t a basket case, and Katie Holmes was no different.

I’d stick with Victoria’s Secret models.

They weren’t as adventurous in bed and hated it when you got jizz on them, but at least they weren’t fucking nuts.

I tugged out my shirt tail to help cover the cum spot on my jeans and pushed my way through the crowd to get back to the VIP booth. I stood next to Ron, the bouncer who watched over the VIP section, and watched a waitress clear away the empties and set out fresh drinks.

The four blonde bimbos had retaken their seats in the booth. They had left room for me in the middle. They were lined up like circus chimps, preening their hair, checking their makeup in small mirrors, taking selfies and posting them online.

When they saw me emerge from the dancefloor, they smiled and licked their lips. I turned my back so they couldn’t see the cum stain because I knew it would cause an argument over who was going to lick my cock clean.

“I think I’ll go home, Ron,” I said, blowing out a tired breath. I rubbed my eyes and yawned. I suddenly felt very tired. “Can you have my car brought around to VIP exit?”

“Yes, sir.”

Ron tapped the earpiece lodged in his right ear and ordered the valet to bring my Porsche around to the back door where crowds were not allowed to gather.

I took out the wad of cash I kept in my back pocket and peeled off three one-hundred-dollar bills and tucked them into the front pocket of his jacket.

“You should play football, Ron,” I said, patting his thick chest.

“So you keep saying,” he said with a smile.

“Just put those drinks on my tab and let the girls order what they want,” I said, waving a hand at the table. “I’ll see you later.”

As I started to walk away, he tapped me on the shoulder.