Abigail swallowed thickly again, eyes flickering to my cock, inhaling hard before meeting my eyes once again.
“She said- she said that we were going to talk to guys,” the brunette stammered. “That we were gonna talk to guys and get in for free as a result.”
I growled low in my throat.
“Just talk?” I rasped. “Or was there more?”
A flush descended on Abigail’s face then.
“She didn’t say there was more, but I guess I should have figured,” she murmured in a low voice. “I mean, the cover here is three hundred, no one gets past a cover that expensive with just some talk.”
And I grunted, hand still moving rhythmically up and down. Because clearly this female was out of her element. She had no idea that three hundred was nothing, if you’re a beautiful girl willing to have a good time, shit, we’d waive a three thousand cover. So I merely fisted my shaft again, the movement slow, steady, rhythmic, Abby’s eyes trailing me like she couldn’t look away.
“Well if you’re here to earn your keep then, why don’t you start by taking off that dress,” I rumbled. “Get comfortable, show me some.”
The girl flushed again.
“No, I couldn’t,” she gasped. “I mean, I can’t, it’s not right, I don’t know you.”
I raised an eyebrow at her.
“So? Who the fuck cares? You’re here to work, girlie, you got in free and it’s time to work.”
Abigail looked like she was about to cry for an instant, like she wanted to find the nearest exit and scram, this was a wild nightmare with no escape route. But the rhythmic pumping of my fist got to her. I could see her eyes fixating, those huge tits rising up and down as she inhaled, body loosening. Oh yeah, my rod does that to women, then want it, even the ones who’ve never had dick before want it bad.
And Abby was no different. Those brown eyes flickered to me once, and then twice as she began undoing the zip of her dress, reaching behind that curvy body, the material slowly loosening, slipping down her shoulders, white and creamy.
“That’s it,” I ground out, eyes hot on that female flesh. “Do it.”
And slowly, the dress dropped away until she was revealed to the waist. I grunted.
“Shit baby, don’t you wear a bra? What the hell?”
Abby flushed.
“It’s not that I don’t wear bras, I do,” she whispered, brown eyes hot on mine. “It’s just that I didn’t have a bra for this dress,” she admitted, “the sleeves are a little weird so you need one of those special ones so the straps don’t show.”
I grunted impatiently. Sure, I’m interested in women’s lingerie, but at this moment, all I could see were those tits, massive and enormous, mountains of snowy flesh capped with pink nubs. And shit, there was more and it was probably just as good. So without losing a beat, I nodded at the female, directing her to continue.
“Take it all off,” I grunted. “Show Daddy everything.”
The girl hesitated again, still bare to the waist. But then slowly, she got up, balancing unsteadily in her high heels before shimmying her hips, squeezing the velvet fabric over that huge ass and down her legs.
That’s when my hand stopped. All this time, I’d been stroking myself, up and down, up and down, steady and sure, squeezing and milking, drawing the girl into a trance. But when that dress slid off her hips, all movement ceased and I merely stared at her, chest tight, dick stiffening once more.
Because not only had the girl not worn a bra, but she hadn’t worn panties either. And now that pink slit peeked out from between her legs, luscious, puffy, and slightly moist, wet and hungry.
“Fuck baby girl,” I ground out, eyes like magnets on that sweet vee. “Where’s your underwear? You always go around like this?”
Abigail flushed as she stepped out of the dress, shaking the fabric free, before sitting back down, knees together, hands covering her tits, like that was gonna make a difference.
“No!” she protested, whispering once more. “It’s not that, it’s just …”
I merely looked at her, eyebrow raised. Just what? What could have possibly prevented her from wearing panties?
And she blushed again.
“I dunno,” she admitted, bowing her head a little before glancing at me once again. “I guess I felt brave today, putting on the dress and all. I wasn’t wearing a bra anyways, so I figured I’d go bare down below too.”
And shit, that was such the perfect answer. Because I like my girls wild, but even more, I like them slutty and hungry. Females who go for it, who throw caution to the wind are right up my alley, their pussies wet and assholes begging for it. Oh yeah, I’m an anal guy and there was no way this girl was getting away. No fuckin’ way. I had to see everything and nothing was gonna stop me.