Page 4 of Corporate Bondage

I hated that he was right. “Get the fuck away from me,” I snapped at him.

His eyes widened in disbelief. “Are you serious? You asked me to come here. Now you’re just going to tell me to go?”

“You heard what I said. Get out of my sight.”

“You’re fixing to ruin our friendship over a piece of ass you can easily replace with anyone from here? Aren’t they all the same one way or another? Just another hole to fuck till you get tired of them? You’ve never had a steady relationship, Keith and you’re thirty-fucking eight years old. Don't go blaming me for that relationship going south.”

I politely waited for him to finish speaking before I threw my drink in his face. He spluttered and jumped to his feet. Such a fucking waste of my liquor. “Consider this your final warning, Lance. Get the fuck out of my sight, or it’ll be your ass getting fucked up tonight.”

“You can be such a piece of shit!” Lance cursed and trudged away.

I waved another waiter over to me, a thin boy who didn’t look old enough to work in a club. He was dressed like every other waiter in the strip club, bare-chested, and tight black leather pants. He had a good enough ass I decided when he turned to get my drinks. So what if his chestnut hair was the wrong color? I could always close my eyes and pretend. I had been doing a lot of that lately, pretending every other guy I dragged home with me was Bryan. It wasn’t working out too great. I hoped this guy with the nice ass would be enough to hold my attention tonight.

He delivered my drink and was about to turn, but I grasped his wrist detaining him. His eyes widened in fright.

“How old are you, kid?” I asked him.

“Nine-uh twenty-one.”

I smirked at his blush because he had already given himself away. His slip-up showed him to be a novice. I hadn’t seen him around here before, and this was my usual joint to pick up tricks. Most of the strippers offered special personal services.

“What time do you get off?” I squeezed his wrist when he took too long to respond, and he gasped.

“In ten minutes."

“Good. I expect you here in fifteen minutes.”

He nodded nervously, his Adam’s apple bobbing like crazy. “Yes, sir.”

I released him, and although he skittered away, I didn’t doubt he would do as I said. I had a knack for getting men to do what I wanted. Bryan had always done what I asked until Lance had upset him on our camping trip.

Leaning back in my seat, I watched the redhead with the freckles Lance had been ogling. While I only fucked boys who were legal, I preferred them on the younger end of the age spectrum. This one was too skinny for my tastes, but he still had a way about him that attracted the attention of men. He knew how to work that pole, doing so with sass and flair.

A dark, curly-haired man entered my line of vision and approached the front of the stage where the redhead was. The redhead’s whole demeanor lit up, and a smile stretched his lips, turning him from an ordinary looking bloke to one who was passable. I lost interest in the redhead but leaned forward in my chair, watching the newcomer.

He was tall, almost my height, and, he had broad shoulders. The little glimpse I had of his face showed he was somewhere in his thirties. He was way too old for my liking, and the size of his body didn’t quite fit either. I preferred twinks, slender and lean. This guy was almost my size and way too mature.

I watched his interaction with the redhead, smirking in my corner. It was clear as day they were intimately involved. At his arrival, the redhead’s show was all for him. The man didn’t look all that interested, his hands pushed in his pockets. He seemed like he couldn’t wait for the performance to be over. Now that was a follow-up I would have wanted a front row to watch.

“I’m finished.”

I glanced away from the couple and blinked at the boy before me. For a few seconds, I forgot what I wanted him for again. When it hit me, I immediately rose to my feet, the curly-haired devil pushed from my mind. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would submit, and that was what I needed, to feel in control.

“Come along.” I paid for my drinks before heading for the exit, not checking behind me if the boy was tagging along. I was confident that he was.

Once outside, I realized just how stifling inside had been. I stopped to inhale deeply, filling my lungs with the cool fresh air. When I glanced back, the boy was staring at me in bewilderment. I shook my head slightly. The poor naïve fool had no clue. He was green, and he had no idea what he had set himself up for by walking out of that club with me.

Without speaking, I set off toward my car and he trotted after me. I didn’t wait for him to catch up. I unlocked the car door and got in, pushing the door open to the passenger seat. He slid inside without the need for coercion, which wasn’t beneath me. I’d coerced men into my bed before.

The boy bounced his knees nervously which annoyed me. I reached across the console and grabbed him by the knee.

“The only time I want you shaking is when I’m deep inside you, breeding your ass,” I snapped at him. “Now quit it.”

“Ye-yes, sir.”

I liked the way he called me sir, so that made up for the other ways in which he annoyed me. If I were being honest with myself, he annoyed me simply by not being Bryan. I needed to get that shitface out of my system. Had I known I’d be like this if he left me, I would have been more careful about our relationship. Fuck, I’d tried, but old rage I should have known how to suppress better by now still presented itself to me. I lashed out at the memories, and the memories were getting worse of late.

The drive to the condo was a little less than twenty minutes in the Friday night traffic. Once we arrived, I parked on the upper deck, and we took the elevator to my floor. I unlocked the door to the condo and switched the light on. The boy hesitated outside the door.

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