gonna be their only entertainment. Flora tellin’ me I could make a good male stripper was the last straw. Of course, these two wanna seem to fuck with me any chance they can. Don’t even start with the way Benita smacks gum around in her mouth every chance she gets. The sound is like nails on a chalkboard.
I’ve dealt with some sassy women in the past, but Puerto Rican women? Fuck. They give me a run for my money. To think I almost got my dick wet again last night by these two. I’m thankin’ my lucky stars I didn’t. No one needs that drama, and I’m startin’ to feel like these two will bring a lot of it.
I’ve already said hello to Void, Nycto, and a couple of the guys. Benita and Flora are back in the main part of the club while one of Nycto’s girls, Pepper, shows me to my room. I watch the way her hips sway as she walks up this narrow hallway. Now she doesn’t have the kinda ass I could bounce a quarter off of, but it’s more than a handful each. She’s wearing this lace bodysuit thing and I notice how it dips under her jean shorts. If I’m right, the girl isn’t wearing a thing underneath.
Jesus. I’m wonderin’ how my cock hasn’t fallen off at this point. I’ve gotten laid so much in the last twenty-four hours . . . not that I’m complainin’. Man, I just love pussy. It’s like my therapy, sinking myself into them and all. Who knows, I could be a sex addict, but I don’t see them complaining.
“So, what’re you doing out this way? We hardly get visitors.” Pepper questions, opening the door to the room I’ll be staying in.
I take a step inside and she shuts the door behind her. “The flight I booked had an overnight layover. Called up your Prez to see if we could stay. Not a fan of hotels, and I wanted a break from those two.” I motion with my head toward the door.
Pepper laughs lightly. “They do seem like they’re a handful.”
“You have no idea. If I’d known my job was gonna be this difficult I never would’ve come.”
She smirks, strutting right up to me and pushes my chest backward until I fall on the bed. “Well, I for one am glad you did. Something about you tells me you’re gonna be a lot of fun.”
“It’s the ponytail, isn’t it?”
She chuckles, “Totally. So, when’s your flight leaving?”
“Tomorrow at two.”
Her smile grows and she steps forward, sliding her hand under my cut. “Perfect. It means we have plenty of time for this.”
Pepper dips her head down to my neck, sliding my cut straight off onto the bed behind me. She presses soft kisses against me, sensual as fuck, which I haven’t had in far too long. Most of my fucking is rough and dirty. Quick and simple, just the way I like it.
“You don’t need to be sweet with me, babycakes.” I tell her while I comb my hand through her long locks. It’s this deep brunette color. If you were far away I’d bet you’d think it was black.
Pepper pulls her head back and straddles me while she twirls my hair in her hands. “One look at ya and I can tell you never put yourself first.”
I chuckle, “We’ve just met, sweetheart. You don’t know shit about me, and if you think that, you can walk out the door and I’m sure one of the other girls here will keep me company tonight.”
Pepper stares into my eyes and yet again, that same smirk comes across her face. It’s sinful yet gives me the impression this girl is smarter than her years. She can’t be more than twenty-three or so. There’s not one line or spec on her skin, no wrinkles, or even signs of stressors. “It’s your job, to put the club above all else. I saw what your officer title is, Mammoth. So how about we cut the shit.”
“I thought you clubwhores were supposed to get to work, not flap your jaws.”
“You’re just pissed that I’m not an assuming bitch like you thought. There’s a real good noggin’ up here.” Pepper slips her hands under my gray t-shirt and starts pulling it up. I raise my hands in the air and within a second it’s on the floor. She leans back and picks my cut up, leaving me for just a moment before she places it on her