Page 3 of His Enforcer

I know I won’t ever be going there. Because of the mutual loathing, yes, but also because the asshole is straight.

The man behind me comes with a grunt and then pulls out of me, leaving me hard and aching, completely unfulfilled. But I don’texpect to get off. It usually doesn’t happen until the end of the night. The men here rarely take the time to work me over the edge right away.

And I don’t mind it.

That’s not why I’m here.

I pick up my crystal glass with a trembling hand and bring it to my lips.

The clear liquid burns my throat, and mixed with the drugs in my system, I find myself relaxing even more.

“Men only, huh?” a voice next to me asks, and I turn to meet a woman’s gaze.

I nod and take another sip of my drink. “Yeah.”

“Shame,” she replies as she crosses her long legs and winks at me.

She’s beautiful, aesthetically pleasing to the eyes, with a slim build and long dark hair, but she does nothing for me. I sometimes think things would be easier if I were into women. But I’m not. As a kid, I always wondered if I was different from the men who came to visit my mom, their lurid grunts and filthy words making me recoil.

It wasn’t until much later, when I sawhim,that I knew for sure.

I’m gay.

“I haven’t seen you before. This your first time here?” I ask, and she tilts her chin down, her lashes fluttering slightly.

“Ah, it’s obvious, huh? I knew it would be, but I tried like hell to look confident.”

“It’s not that obvious. Just a little,” I say as a low moan emanates next to me. Someone else is getting fucked thoroughly. “Who are you here with?”

“A friend. He wanted to show me the fun parts of the city. And when he told me he needed to stop by a sex club for some business, well…I had to see this with my own eyes.”

A laugh escapes me at how candid she is, my eyes falling to her empty drink. “I like you. Next one is on me.”

She accepts my offer, and I call Amir over, letting her place an order for a dirty martini.

“So, this guy brought you here and then left you? Kind of rude.”

“Like I said, business. He’s always working. All work and no play. Very dull and boring.”

“I know assholes like that,” I reply and then take in her tight-fitting dress, her neck absent of a collar, her wrist adorned with a gold chain.

“So, you just want to watch then?”

“Yeah, I think watching is good for my first time. And I’m very happy I am. Watching you is quite nice. I’m Alina, by the way.”

“Well, Alina, it feels quite nice to be watched, too,” I reply, and we grin at one another.

“I wouldn’t normally ask this, but,” she leans a little closer to me, her perfume drifting up to meet me, “How many guys do you normally take in one night?”

I shrug, the drugs and alcohol in my system calming the instinct to bristle at the intrusive question. “Depends on how horny everyone is. Sometimes five, sometimes fifteen.”

She leans back and whistles, taking the drink Amir has set before her, and nods.

“Well, then. That is quite impressive. I’ve only ever managed three, and I thought I was a rebel.”

“You’re not a rebel until you have four all at once,” I say with a smirk.

“Noted. Perhaps I’ll see you do that tonight.”

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