Page 7 of Morally Corrupt

The club is sectioned in two parts, one room for the regular people and another for the ones requiring more privacy. There is a dark tunnel connecting both of them, and only select people are allowed in — those with access to the entire club. Before I switch places with another girl working the VIP side, I have to be sure Theo is present. One night there and I'd realized that the girls were expected to be propositioned. I don't want to risk injuring anyone if I get pissed — especially someone important.

Being late also means there's less traffic in the tunnel at this time. I pause for a second to catch my breath and to compose myself. I still have to look my best.

I pat my dress down, making sure to emphasize the contour of my breasts. I'd seen the way Theo had looked at my cleavage, so I'd put on an extra-padded bra today. I'm trying to adjust one boob, when suddenly someone pulls on my arm.

I'm thrust against the wall, and my fight instincts kick in.

He didn't!

I feel a fiery breath on skin, skimming the curve of my neck and toward my ear.

"I've been looking for you, Barbie girl." His voice sends a shiver down my back, and I know instinctively who it is.

Theo!

"Is that so?" I ask breathlessly. The moment I confirm his identity, my body does a one-eighty. Goosebumps cover my skin, and the increasing arousal I'm feeling has me crossing my legs to find some relief.

His hand moves up, trailing feather-like touches up my arm before dipping between my breasts. My breath hitches as he stops, and anticipation builds.

"We have unfinished business," he continues, his voice so suave — palpable sin. I don't trust myself anymore, and my hands grip onto his biceps for support.

Oh la la, more muscle.

"Do we?" God, I must sound like an idiot, but it's his fault. How can I be coherent when the object of my desire is within reach — close enough to touch?

"You're such a fucking tease," he rasps, his face moving closer, "you think you can strut into the room, blow me until I see stars and then simply disappear?"

"I thought men enjoyed the chase." His hand is moving down, tantalizingly close to the spot that needs him the most.

"Oh, I do. I spent hours last night imagining all the ways I'd fuck you when I caught you." A whimper escapes my lips, and I feel myself growing wetter by the second. "Tell me, Barbie girl," his lips are hovering right above my flesh, "how do you like to get fucked?" His tongue sneaks out to lick right below my ear. When I feel the warm contact on my neck, I sigh, closing my eyes. My whole body contracts, my fingers digging into his arms. His chuckle brings me down to earth. "One touch of my lips and you came," he says, amused. I'm breathing hard, trying to gather my wits.

"I see you, Barbie girl. You want it rough," his teeth nibble at my earlobe "hard and fast in a body-bruising way. You want me to fuck you like the dirty little girl you are." Theo skims his fingers up my thigh, tracing the material of my panties.

"Please," I moan, overwhelmed by the sensory overload.

"Please what, Barbie girl?"

"Please fuck me." I want to tell him how much I want him, how I might die if I don't feel him inside of me right this second, but words seem to fail me.

"Your wish is my command." I feel his smile against my neck, and in no time, he rips the fishnets off my body, pushing my panties to the side. His hand sneaks between my lips, and I almost die from the sensation.

"So wet," he murmurs, his tone dripping with satisfaction as he grazes over my clit, inserting one digit inside of me, "and so tight."

"Only for you." Only ever for you. He's the first and only man I'd allow to touch me like that.

"Is that so?" He removes his finger and I'm suddenly left bereft. I whimper at the loss, but watch as he brings it to his mouth, licking off my juices.

Fuck! I'm in trouble.

It all happens so fast I can barely register it. In one swoop, he has me backed further into the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist. His hard length comes into contact with my center, and I let out a loud moan.

I need this like I need my next breath, and with shaky fingers I try to unbutton his pants.

"In a hurry, are we?" He breathes against my face. I can only nod, and his hands replace mine, taking his cock out and stroking it along the wet seam of my pussy.

"Fuck!" I cry out, knowing it's just a matter of seconds now.

He fumbles to put on a condom and before I know it, he's pushing against me.

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