“Grind,” I commanded. “Now.”
And obligingly, the woman put down her tray, balancing like an expert in those high heels. Slowly, she shimmied, running her hands up and down that sleek torso, cupping her breasts, looking coyly at me, licking her lips lasciviously.
“Oh yeah,” she murmured, spreading her knees and going into a deep squat, showing off the wet fabric at her crotch. “Oh yeah Daddy,” she cooed.
But I didn’t feel anything. The heaving boobs didn’t turn me on, the obviously drenched cunt didn’t have any effect. I was just about to give her some money to go away when a looming figure appeared.
“Hey bud,” said Xander. “What’s up?”
What was up? What did it look like? I was getting a dance from a horny chick, grade A material and yet I was barely alive, my pulse barely existent. Shit, life was fucked up and the waitress paused for a moment, unsure. But I gestured with a grunt, and she was back at it twisting sinuously as Xander sat himself down.
“Hey,” I grunted.
Xander signaled for a drink and leaned back in his own club chair, taking in the beautiful brunette.
“Looks like that girl you were with last night,” he remarked unhelpfully.
My hackles raised and I literally started growling, any mention of Abby on another male’s lips making me go batshit.
But Xander lifted his hands in the air.
“No offense dude, just sayin’,” he said offhandedly. “She’s all yours.”
I sat back in my chair, still prickly, still pissed as hell as the server danced beside us. But neither he nor I were into the woman, and I waved her away. The brunette pouted a moment, trailing her fingers over one large nipple but with a swift turn on her heel, she was gone, hair flying. Oh yeah, I’m the master here, the females do as we say, and she’d be back in an instant if I so much as winked an eye.
But still, the talk of Abby pissed me off, and I growled under my breath again, staring at the drink.
“Something on your mind?” asked Xander, eyebrow cocked, sipping at his own tumbler. “Something got your cock in a vise?”
I groaned because that was it exactly. Abby had me in her grip. Even though I’d sent her packing, I couldn’t stop thinking of the curvaceous brunette. She invaded every cell of my being, and fuck, my sex drive had been annihilated because of her. So I grunted, looking away.
“Naw, I’m fine.”
But Xander knows me pretty well. We’re not friends exactly, but he knows me as well as another guy could know me, and he merely took another sip of the fiery alcohol.
“Is it that girl?” he asked, “What was her name again? Amanda? Agatha?”
“Abigail,” I said shortly. “Abby.”
Xander nodded thoughtfully.
“Right, she went up for auction and it got cut off,” he said. “What happened after that? You get a hold of her?”
What had happened was I’d pummeled the girl’s pussy and bottom, giving her a double drill during her first time. Yeah, wretched asshole that I am, I’d done a double dicking on the innocent virgin, tearing her hymen and then owning that big bubble butt. Shit, it was so wrong, but my dick jerked thinking of it, spurting a little. WTF was wrong with me? A dance from a naked girl couldn’t turn me on, but even the mere thought of my beautiful brunette made me horny as fuck. I snarled again, setting my drink down.
“The fact is she was a slut,” I ground out. “With a horny, slippery cunt and a nasty-ass butt.”
Xander was silent for a moment.
“So?” he asked. “So what?”
And that was the problem exactly. I sat back in my chair, angry as fuck.
“The problem is that I was saving that slippery cunt for the brotherhood,” I ground out. “I scouted her back in New York, she was a fucking virgin who’d get a massive price. So yeah, I went to all this trouble to bring her here,” I said, gesturing to the luxurious confines of the Club, “and then WTF happens? She goes apeshit, gets herself auctioned only to have the whole thing go berserker.”
Xander was quiet for a moment.
“But it was your cum in her holes, wasn’t it?” he asked curiously. “You’re the one who fucked up her chances.”
I shook my head like a madman.
“No fucking way, I would never do that to the brotherhood,” I growled angrily. “We had some hot play before she went up on stage, but one, I didn’t know she was gonna be sold, so what the fuck. And two, I didn’t breach that pussy. Sure, I spurted but I didn’t actually push it in.”
Xander cut me off with a hand up.
“Slow, bro, I don’t need to hear it all,” he drawled. “You on speed or something? You’re so fucking worked up you’re sweating up a storm.”