Daddy's Boss

On the door a modestly-dressed woman greeted them.

“Mr. Hampshire, it’s a pleasure to see you.”

“Thank you, Sarah.”

She smiled and opened the door for him to enter.

The moment he walked through those doors, anticipation filled him.

Handing his and Lori’s jackets over to the woman, he took Lori’s arm and began to mingle in the room.

“Where are we, Dawg?” she asked.

Her hand squeezed his arm where she held him, and he smiled. He wondered, not for the first time, if she was affected by the heat within the house.

Many of the men and women were scantily clad, but then the thermostat was always up.

He walked her into another room, and the cry of a woman’s orgasm could not only be heard, but also watched.

Lori stepped in front of him. “You brought me to a sex club? Or is this a brothel?”

“This is no brothel, Lori. The people here are couples, or men and women who like to watch.”

He saw the fire in her eyes, but she also wasn’t running away screaming. Leaning forward he kissed her cheek, before grazing her ear. “I know you’re not some simpering virgin, Lori. I want you to enjoy what you see.”

She pulled back, and he watched her swallow.

Dawg wondered if she was having a hard time, just like he was. Denying herself would do neither of them any good, but he wasn’t about to push the issue if she wasn’t interested even though he had the contract, which seemed completely pointless. He wanted to use it to keep her, but not to force her. She was attracted to him, but her fears held her back. He didn’t want her to find any other reason other than her need for him to be in his bed.

This was indeed a sex club, and he’d been here many times before. He liked to watch, but not only watch. The energy, the pulse of the club, always helped him to think. The moment he stepped through the doors, he stopped being Dawg the crime lord and became someone else.

Lori held onto his arm, and they found a quiet booth no one had touched.

Drinks were offered. Most of the drinks were either water or soda. They didn’t allow the use of alcohol in the club.

“This is … insane,” Lori said.

Glancing down at her body, he saw her chest was flushed and her thighs pressed together.

Sex was everywhere.

The only woman he wanted, though, was right here, beside him, trying not to look.

Placing his arm across her shoulders, she snuggled in against him, and that for him was enough. There was a time she’d have recoiled from any touch of his, and now she snuggled in, and he loved it.

Tracing her shoulder, he watched as one man lifted up a woman’s dress right over her head and she stood before the room, completely naked.

No one else touched. That was the rule. Unless clearly invited, no one touched each other unless they were couples. There were guards ready to deal with any problem that could occur.

The man slid his hand between the woman’s thighs and began to work her pussy. Lori rubbed herself against him and smiled. He’d hoped she’d be affected by what she saw.

****

Dawg had done this on purpose. Lori knew it deep down to her core that he did, or at least wanted to see if she was affected by their arrangement.

She was.

Each night she’d enter their bedroom with the intention of saying something, or trying to push them out of that stalemate, and each night, she’d climb into bed and nothing would be said.

She loved sex.

Sometimes it was a little boring, and she wasn’t really into it, but she loved that feeling of being completely taken over, lost to the sensation of what was happening. Like the woman now who was being teased. The man who’d taken off her dress sucked on her exposed nipple while also teasing her pussy. His pants had gone to the floor, and the woman held his cock, working it up and down.

The sight alone had heat flooding Lori’s pussy, and she suddenly stood up, recalling that she didn’t have any panties on, as she’d had to remove them for the sake of the dress. The line had stood out, and she didn’t want to ruin such a beautiful dress.

“Let’s go and mingle.” She took his hand, and ignored the chuckle that came from his lips.

In recent weeks, she found his company so much more enjoyable than she thought she would. He was always there on each weekend to pick her up, and he never asked questions about why she did it. She didn’t ask questions about her father either as she wasn’t interested to know how he was doing.

They left one sex scene and entered another, only this time the woman was further along, and with two men.