Page 2 of Bully

I tossed my jacket on the chair and stripped out of my shirt mindlessly as I stared at the fixtures and features of the room, when something caught my eye. The fabric on one wall was thicker and hung differently, drawing me into it as I pulled my belt free.

I slid my fingers through the thick drapery and pulled it aside where it split down the center, revealing a giant mirrored window behind it. The window looked out over a large open stage below, I’d been a guest on it multiple times before during my visits to The Den. Mirrors surrounded the room on the second floor, my guess was all the rooms that circled above, had a pretty view of the show below.

News to me.

Not that I cared a bit knowing that an unknown number of people had potentially watched me fuck prostitutes on the stage below.

It was an exhibition stage, after all. That’s what it was for.

At the time, I just didn’t know that there were more eyes watching than just the spectators seated around the raised platform below. What was more interesting, though, was the scene playing out on the stage. My earlier assessment of how busy Vixen’s Den was this evening had been wrong.

A vast majority of clients had been hidden in the shadows of the private room when I arrived.

And I could see why.

On stage was a woman wearing a teal blue harness outfit and a pair of sky-high stilettos. With her rainbow-dyed hair cascading in soft waves down her curved back, she gracefully walked the stage, instructing couples locked in passionate embraces.

A sex teacher?

I’d seen instruction occurring before in various clubs, but never here at the den. The old owner, Tony, didn’t like the attention the shows took away from paid girls. He was old school and didn’t see the potential draw that classes and exhibitions could hold for a club like his.

Or so I had thought.

I tracked the kaleidoscope of colors on the woman’s head as she moved around the stage, altering positions and adjusting angles of the six couples around her. She moved with a grace I’d never seen.

Her legs moved like they were dancing on stage at a pristine ballet—instead of a stage in a seedy sex club. Muscles flexed and rippled up the back of her calves and thighs as she turned on her toes and stood with that same graceful swoop to her spine right above her lush ass.

God, her ass was incredible. Over two handfuls and tight enough to know it was real, while supple enough to distract a man’s thoughts from anything else of importance as it rippled with each step.

Bloody hell.

My dick stirred in my slacks as I stood at the window and watched.

She was standing with her back to me, and I scanned my eyes over her exposed skin around the blue leather harness lingerie, wishing there wasn’t a stitch of fabric between us. When was the last time I physically ached to see a woman’s nudity?

I had no clue.

That was one downfall to being surrounded by sex and nakedness as often as I was, sometimes. The allure and the effect it had on me had diminished over the years, so much so that I usually didn’t even get hard until my dick was deep inside of something wet.

But standing against the glass, simply observing the vixen on the stage below, I was rock solid and aching.

The door opened quietly behind me, and the sharp click of heels on the polished wood floor preceded a smooth, calming feminine voice. “Hello, Mr. Duke.”

I glanced away from the woman on the stage over to my purchase for the evening, already regretting the money spent on her. Not because there was anything wrong with the sweet blonde standing behind me in a baby pink nightgown and white heels with her massive fake tits plumped up over the top of her barely there lace bra. There wasn’t anything wrong with her at all.

She just wasn’t the rainbow below.

The blonde was normal.

Expected.

Predictable.

However, the rainbow; mercy me. The temptress’s hands were on a man’s hips, and she was slowing down his thrusts, using her own body to roll against his, adjusting his thrusts until the woman beneath him started moaning and coming on his dick.

That man didn’t understand how lucky he was as she helped him make his date orgasm for everyone to watch.

I had never wanted to be someone else so badly before.

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