I point to the door. “Out! Or so help me God, woman.”
The door closes, and then she pokes her head back around. “Eat your cake.”
“Get out!”
She smiles and goes to say something else. I stand and storm to the door to close it on her face.
Fuck me. That woman is annoying.
* * *
It’s 1:00 a.m., and I find myself here again.
The Escape Club.
The place full of beautiful women where anything goes.
Even my memories disappear, if only for a short time. At least it’s a reprieve.
“Hello, sir.” The beautiful brunette smiles.
My eyes drop down her almost naked body and back up to her face. I feel the pulse in my cock as it comes alive with hunger.
“I’m Mahalia. How can we help you tonight?”
“I’d like a private room, please.” I hand over my membership card.
“Of course.” She smiles. “You know where to go?”
“Up the stairs and to the left.”
“Yes.” She rises up on her toes and kisses my ear. My hand goes to her behind, and I drag her over my cock.
“It’s good to see you again, sir,” she whispers.
I smirk as her hot breath dusts the skin on my neck.
There’s something so refreshingly freeing about fucking for fun.
I turn to walk up the stairs before I turn back to her. “Oh, and Mahalia?”
“Yes, sir?”
“I’d like two girls tonight. Brunettes.”
She smiles darkly. “Of course, sir.” She types something into her computer and then her eyes come back to mine. “Enjoy.”
The air buzzes between us.
“I always do.”
* * *
I stand under the shower with the hot water running over my head.
I exhale heavily and close my eyes in regret as I drag my hands down my face.
Here we go again.