Page 9 of Destroyed

I don’t even stop when I throw far too many bills into the taxi before walking to the seedy little club I know far too well and opening the door.

Ben’s eyes widen when he sees me. “Hey man," he says, “long time no see.”

My eyes wrinkle in confusion and he notices it before continuing. “You haven’t been here in months. What happened to you?”

That’s weird. This was a pretty regular once-a-week thing for me.

“I was only in the hospital for a couple of weeks. It can’t have been more than a month since I’ve been here,” I say to him.

“Bro,” he replies, "Are you okay?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” I say sharply, causing him to flinch.

“Yeah man, no problem.”

See, that’s what I like about Ben. He doesn’t ask too many questions. He’s known me for a long time as a frequent visitor to this place. It’s just a little shit-hole strip club in the middle of downtown. Nobody important ever comes here and that’s just how I like it. That means I can do what I need to without anybody questioning or recognizing me.

“Are they here?” I ask.

“Yeah man,” he replies. “Becca’s on stage right now, and Lyla is with another customer, but I’m sure she won’t mind cutting it short for you.”

I follow him towards the back of the club, where we enter a familiar room with a blue velvet couch and a small stage with one single pole in the center.

“You have an hour,” Ben says before exiting and closing the door behind him.

Another door opens and two familiar faces rush in and drop to their knees before me.

“Oh my God X, we haven’t seen you in forever. Is everything all right?” Becca asks.

She goes to touch my leg before thinking better of it.

“I’m fine,” I say. “Just had some business to attend to.”

“Well, we’re glad you’re back,” she purrs before batting her long fake lashes at me.

“Are you wanting something different tonight?” Lyla asks hopefully.

“The same,” I reply. A look of disappointment crosses Becca‘s features before she schools them quickly.

“Of course,” she says, moving to open a duffel bag by the door they just came through.

“Touch yourself,” I say to Lyla, and she obliges by lying back on the floor and moving her hand beneath her panties.

“Are you wet for that big cock?” I ask her.

“Yes,” she moans while fingering her pussy. “I can’t wait for Becca to fuck me with her big cock.”

I groan and rub my hand against my already hardening dick before unzipping my pants and pulling it out.

Lyla‘s eyes widen. “Let me touch it please,” she begs.

“No,” I bark out. “On your knees.”

Becca has just finished attaching the strap-on and sachets her way over before standing in front of Lyla.

“Make her suck your big cock, Becca.”

She forcefully grabs Lyla‘s face, opening her mouth before shoving two fingers down her throat, making her gag. Fuck, I love that shit.

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