Page 5 of The Dollhouse

Don’t get me wrong, I liked fucking as much as the next man, but there was something so primal, so carnal, about watching someone else do it. Hearing the moans, being able to focus on the curves of their bodies… To me, watching was just as thrilling as getting my cock wet.

When we walked in, we were immediately greeted by Crystal, who stood near the bar. Her eyes lit up when she saw us, her tits bouncing as she moved to stand before us. If I had to choose a favorite among the workers here, she’d be it. The pinnacle of fuckable, with endless curves and tits to die for.

She must’ve already put on a show, for her blonde hair was a bit greasy. She grinned at Carter and me, flashing her perfectly white teeth. “I was getting worried you wouldn’t make it tonight.”

I adjusted how tight the tie around my neck was, giving her a slow smile. “I’d hate to make you worry, Crystal.” My head gestured for her to accompany Carter and me in the back.

Crystal stood there for a few moments, looking a bit torn, but then she tagged along, as she always did. No one here ever said no to me. Why would they? I promised them a good time and a thousand dollars a night when I took them in the back.

The room that was for my use alone was full of cushions on the wall, along with a leather couch that saw a lot of use. Facing the leather couch was a chair, though it was more like a throne—mine. It was the chair I sat in while I watched Carter fuck whichever girl we’d brought back. Some nights it was more than one. He had good stamina, I’d give him that.

I sat in my chair, crossing my legs as I watched Crystal and Carter funnel in behind me. I gestured to the couch, not saying a single word. Silence was a virtue; something most people tended to forget nowadays. With near constant connectivity to the world, everyone thought their opinions mattered. Everyone believed their views were right.

Those people were fucking idiots, and almost always the ones who were wrong.

Crystal stood before Carter, licking her lips. She reached behind her back, untying the small strings that held her tits back. She took off her heels, and within another moment, she stood before Carter and me, utterly nude. Her hands worked at his belt, undoing it with the skill of someone who’d undone many belts in her lifetime.

Carter was a tall fellow. Now in his mid-twenties, I’d had him at my side for about a decade. His brown hair was cut short on the sides, a bit longer on top. His green-eyed gaze held more intelligence than you’d initially think just by looking at him. With a quick glance in his direction, you’d think he was nothing more than a thug or a bodyguard.

His length—an impressive eight inches—was almost fully erect by the time Crystal tugged his pants down. She sank onto her knees, wrapping a hand around its base and giving it a few pumps. Carter’s eyes were on her, but my gaze rested on the both of them. I could appreciate both her form and his.

She looked up at him with baby doll eyes as she started sucking his tip. Carter’s eyes closed for a few moments, a groan escaping his lips as he got himself into the mood. It never took long with him; his cock was always hungry. Mouth, pussy, ass. His cock would take it all and still not have enough.

Within a few moments, she had him deep-throated, his length curving along with her throat. Crystal had mastered the gagging reflex, not bothered by it at all. My own cock strained against the fabric of my pants, but I let it sit there, digging my nails into the armrests of the chair I was in as I watched.

Crystal picked up speed, sucking his cock like a good girl, like an obedient girl. Like a girl who would do anything for the money.

I didn’t hold it against her, or any of the workers here. Money made the world go round, after all. Without it, you were nothing; with it, you could rule the world, be a king of your own design. Buy what you want, who you want, and no one could stop you—after all, with all that money, you could hire the world’s best lawyers to get you out of anything.

Me? I wasn’t the richest man alive. My wealth came from a combination of many things: my inheritance, my family, and blood. Mostly the latter.

Carter wrapped his hand in her hair, tugging on it as he held her head hostage. He chose the speed now, fucking her mouth like it was a frontal assault, going at her with low grunts and fury I could see in his gaze. His shoulders began to shudder, his jerking becoming rougher. I knew that meant he was about to come. It would only be the first of many times tonight.

However, before he could erupt and shoot his hot, wet seed down her throat, the door to our paradise creaked open, and an unfamiliar head stuck in.

I held up a hand, and Carter stopped, eyes trained on the intruder. Everyone knew well enough to steer clear of the backroom while it was in use; this was my space and no one else’s, and anyone who thought they could just waltz in here like they owned the fucking place had another thing coming.

Like a bullet.

But my angry words never came out, because I realized the person who’d shoved their head in was a young, unfamiliar girl. A new worker, judging by the state of her mostly-bare shoulders.

Crystal’s back was to the door, but she tried to pull her mouth off Carter’s cock to see who it was. Carter’s hand did not release her head, keeping her lips firmly wrapped around him. He looked at the intruder like he could kill her, and I knew, if I gave him the go-ahead, he would without hesitation.

Where I come from, with what I do, loyalty was everything.

“Sorry,” she said, dragging her eyes—a bright, almost impossibly light blue—between me and Carter. “I was just looking for Crystal. I’m supposed to be shadowing her.” The more she spoke, the more I knew she wasn’t apologetic at all.

The hair framing her face was a hot pink, an odd choice, considering how smooth and blemish-free her face was. No other worker here had unnatural hair, causing her to stick out.

You’d think, since she was new, she would be shocked at what she saw, but she wasn’t. She hardly blinked, and eventually those light blue eyes trained themselves on me, baiting me. Couple that with her demeanor, and I had to know more.

My curiosity was piqued. “Then shadow her,” I offered, waiting to see what she’d do.

To my utter delight, the girl straightened her back and walked in. Her skin was tan, and I saw a pretty hefty tattoo on her side. She wore what looked like a bra and tiny jean shorts, along with a pair of shiny black heels.

Crystal tried to speak, but all that came from her were noises due to the fact that Carter’s cock was still in her throat.

“Shut her up,” I told him, and though he was curious about the new girl too, he did what I told him to, resuming his face-fucking. My eyes locked with the new girl’s, and I gestured for her to stand beside me.

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