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“Fuuuck. You are so fucking perfect, Aggie.” I bite my lip as I try to hold back the monster in me that simply wants to slam into her and destroy her arse.

She whimpers with need, so I add a fourth digit, stretching her wide as I ease my fingers slowly in and out.

“Fill me up, Santa.” She pants, and fuck, calling me Santa makes my dick jerk.

I ease my fingers out as I chuckle and inspect the open passage of her arse.

“Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight.” I hiss, struggling to hold myself back before I press the tip of my cock to her open passage. “You ready, little elf?”

“Yes.” She cries with desperate need, and I grin.

“Atta girl.”

I slowly surge forward and push my straining cock into the tight passage, holding my breath as I go, trying to remain in control.

“Yes.” Aggie cries out, pushing back against me, taking me in faster and deeper. “Fuck my arse.”

Fuuuck, I love this side of her. There’s no embarrassment or shame. She knows what she wants, and she’s not afraid to ask.

Not wanting to disappoint my little elf, I do as she begged, and I fuck her arse. Brutally.

Chapter twenty-two

Tease

Agatha

I’mnotunfamiliarwithstrip clubs. I danced in one when I was nineteen, which led me to sex clubs. I’ve sat in strip clubs and paid the women for lap dances, and even a friction fuck once or twice. But I’ve never been to one with a partner before. And I especially haven’t been to one with the owner of the establishment.

Yes, Griffin Marx owns a strip club. Or maybe it’s more like his family owns it. Who knows?

The Red Room is in Redfield and is actually quite classy compared to a lot of the other establishments I’ve been to before. As you can guess, the main colour theme is red, and the waitresses walk around topless, wearing nothing but a red lace G-string.

After Griffin carried me inside his house from the pool, he fucked me so hard that I couldn’t walk for an hour afterwards. He has skills that turn my legs into jelly. I’m not complaining. His punishment was worth the wait. I’d fallen asleep after that, cuddled into his side in his oversized bed that looks out over the lake.

At some point he’d gotten up and turned his power back on, and I was woken mid-afternoon by lunch in bed. Which then included Griffin as dessert.

Again, no complaints here.

It’s easy to forget who he really is when it’s just the two of us by the lake with no other worries in sight. Unfortunately, Griffin’s phone had other ideas, and he had to go into work to deal with something.

I’d mentally prepared that it meant I’d be heading back to my little rental to pass the time until he finished, but Griffin insisted that I come with him, so here we are in the late afternoon walking around a strip club.

I get introduced to the bouncers and bar staff and a couple of the strippers before we take a seat in a booth to watch the girls dance. Well, I watch the girls dance. Griffin watches me watching the girls.

It’s quiet in here, since happy hour doesn’t start for another two hours, so some of the girls are using this time to practise their routines. I’ve always wondered what my life would have turned out like if I continued to be a stripper. The pay is good, and since I love being watched, I didn’t mind the eyes on me. But, back when I did it, men didn’t treat me well. They would call me a whore and thought I was there to be used. So I left. Granted, some may call me a whore for the tantra I offer now, but my clients treat me with respect.

Since I love attention and eyes on me, as well as taunting my Santa, I turn my eyes to him as a plan forms in my mind.

“What sort of resume does a girl need to have to become a stripper?” I ask Griffin, watching as a small smirk tugs his lips north.

“A well-endowed rack is always a good start, but not essential. Well-groomed and have a knack for flirting and be able to move their hips sensually. The rest they learn on the job.”

“So, someone like me could dance up there then?” I ask, watching for how he will react, and he doesn’t disappoint.

“Someone likeyouwould own that stage, Aggie.” He grins.

“Can I audition for you?” I smile and he tilts his head to the side as he studies me.

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