Page 6 of Morally Corrupt

I push that thought aside and I focus on the present.

Moving my hand up and down, I become more familiar with him. The warm flesh is beckoning, and I don't even think as I dip my head low and take him in my mouth. I lick the entire length before focusing on the head, sucking him, my tongue playing with the underside — just as I'd seen the hooker do. Going by his reaction, I'm doing it well enough.

His head is thrown back, his mouth slightly parted, and his hooded eyes are watching me. Spurred by his expression, I take more of him inside, struggling to accommodate his size. I gag when the head hits the back of my throat, but he seems to enjoy this, so I will myself to relax.

Theo seems lost to sensation, his hands resting on top of my head and controlling my movements. The moment I slow down my ministrations, he takes over, lowering me over his length and fucking my mouth repeatedly. My eyes tear up as he holds me down, my lips at the base of his cock. His chest rumbles with a groan, and hot liquid shoots down my throat. I'm so fucking turned on right now, and the taste of him lingering on my tongue is making me grow even wetter. I'm two seconds away from grinding on his leg, so I lean back, still keeping my eyes on him. Now, I need to make a memorable exit.

Slowly, I lick my lips clean and give him a wink before standing up to leave.

His voice seems pained as he asks.

"Your name. What's your name?" My back is to him, so he doesn't see the slow tug of my lips, satisfaction settling deep into my core.

"Pink," I drawl, "my name is Pink." I don't look back as I head directly to the staff area.

My heart is beating loudly in my chest, my panties soaked. I did it. I fucking did it. And oh, was it everything I had thought it would be and more?

I prop myself against the lockers, trying to catch my breath, my mind slowly replaying every moment — every touch and every sound. God . . . My hand sneaks under the waistband of my panties, my fingers on my clit, seeking that relief. I turn my head to the side, stifling a moan as I bite into my shoulder. I hold on to the memory of his cock in my mouth, his cum on my tongue — a few strokes and I come, the orgasm so intense, I stagger off my feet.

Damn!

"Pink!" Someone yells from the door and reality crashes down on me, dissipating my previous high.

"Yes?" I respond, glad to see my voice sounds unaffected.

"The manager wants to see you." One girl peeks her head inside, looking at me with a scowl.

I nod and follow her.

I've had limited interactions with the manager, and of all the times he decides to call on me, he does it now? He should be grateful I don't have a gun attached to my thigh, or he'd . . .

"Pink." He stands up from his seat, his expression contrite. I almost roll my eyes, but I still need the job — especially now. He narrows his eyes at me before shaking his head.

"I've been made aware of what you just did," he starts, as if he can't watch the camera feed from behind his desk. There's CCTV all throughout the club. He probably jacks off to it, the pervert.

"Oh?" I raise my eyebrows, pretending to be oblivious to what he's referring to.

"You can't just perform sexual acts in the club. That's why we provide special rooms." He scowls at me.

"I'm so sorry," I say immediately, and I school my features to look guilty — and apologetic.

He looks me up and down for a second. I hope he won't get any ideas. I really don't want to kill him and lose my job.

"This is your first warning. Don't do it again. Next time, make them book a room." He waves his hand dismissively and I know I got off easy. Those rooms cost a fortune, so it's no wonder he doesn't want to lose potential clients.

I nod and quietly make my way out, heading back to the VIP wing and hoping Theo might still be there.

To my great disappointment, he's not.

Damn it!

***

Trudging my way to the club, I have to make a conscious effort to keep my eyes open. After last night, I'd barely slept a wink. Still, I have to be here on the off chance that Theo shows up. A quick glance at my watch and I realize I'm late.

Shit!

I increase my pace, hurrying to clock in before the absence is put on my record. Almost dashing through the club hallways, I greet the night manager and go to the lockers to change. As soon as I have my outfit on, I decide to head straight to the VIP lounge. If he's at the club, then he's most likely to be there.

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