Page 5 of Morally Corrupt

Theo and his entourage settle down at one table and drinks are served. They seem to be deep in conversation, and as I see other girls walking around suggestively, I prepare myself.

This is it! I must make an impression.

So many times I've imagined this moment, and now that it's here, I don't even know what to do first.

Lap dance?

No, too common. There are already a few girls around doing that.

No, I have to make my entrance with a bang.

Determined to give my best, I school my features into a seductive smile, and I start walking.

Boobs out — check.

Hips swaying — check.

Biting my lips seductively — check.

And now . . eye contact — check.

His eyes flicker over my body and he doesn't look away. I advance slowly, and in the reddish light of the club, Theo looks even more attractive.

When I'm almost next to him, I notice his dilated pupils, the way his mouth is slightly agape.

How I wish I could kiss that mouth.

The way his eyes are roving over my body tells me he likes what he sees. I decide to be brazen, and as I hold his gaze, I slowly lower myself to my knees, placing one cheek on his thigh.

Some men are watching intently, while others are busy with their own entertainment.

But I tune it all out. I focus on the handsome man in front of me and I relish the proximity. This is the first time I've touched him in the flesh and I find my senses are getting numb, almost as if his mere touch is getting me drunk.

A shiver goes down my spine as I trace the contours of his muscles. Surprisingly, Theo is seriously packing. You would have never expected that behind his boring gray suits there would be a wall of muscle.

"You know the rules, handsome?" I turn to him, licking my lips suggestively. He's holding himself still, watching me intently.

"Look, but don't touch?" His voice is just like him — all male. There is a roughness to it that just serves to turn me on even more.

"This one, you can touch." I say, mesmerized by him. I keep touching him, my hand creeping higher and higher. I watch as his Adam's apple bobs up and down in anticipation.

"And what else?" He breathes out, almost as if he'd run a marathon. This might be my first attempt at seduction, but I can tell that I have him.

His hand comes up, his palm settling on my cheek. I lean into him, savoring the feel of his skin next to mine. His thumb slowly caresses my lips, smearing some red lipstick. I don't even think as I open my mouth and suck, my tongue gliding over his digit.

"You can do whatever you want to me." He has no idea just how much I mean those words.

My hands continue to roam over his thighs, going higher and reaching the growing bulge in his pants — the proof that he does, indeed, want me.

A little nervous, but mostly intoxicated by desire, I work on the zipper of his trousers. It might seem I'm going a little too slow, but I'm trying extremely hard to mask the sweat accumulating in my palms, and the fact that I have no idea what I'm doing.

I keep eye contact as I lower the fly and take him in hand. The moment I wrap my fingers around his cock, I let out a loud moan.

God, he's certainly not disappointing!

His clothes are definitely a camouflage for the man underneath, his generous size exciting and scaring me at the same time.

It might hurt.

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