Page 36 of Masked in Deception
Tomorrow, Margot will be coming to the club to start work on our upcoming Valentine’s date night auction. I’ve been on edge since she arrived. When I flipped out on a third staff memberthis week for absolutely no reason, my general manager, Aaron, insisted I go home early.
He’s been on my ass for a while about my work-life balance, but I’ve never been able to give him the real reason I was at work all the time. I know the staff can run things without me. I’m the one who would fall apart, not the club.
I tried a few hours in the gym to burn off energy before getting bored enough to start thinking, and then figured I might as well go home if I’m going to be stuck in my head regardless.
It’s only been a week since the gender reveal party, where Margot took the shattered pieces of my heart and burned them to ash. I don’t blame her for being angry. Leaving her a note after the night we shared?Jesus, what an asshole move.It felt so noble at the time, but in retrospect, wow, I want to knock myself the fuck out too.
Speaking of being an asshole, today also reminds me of why I haven’t had sex in two years.
2 YEARS AGO
The hotel suite I’m staying in indefinitely is a fucking mess. The only other time I’ve let myself go like this is when my father died. Except this time, there won’t be a princess in shining pink armor to come and save me. Goddammit, can I not have a single thought without her in it?
Think, Jack, what could get her out of your mind? Obviously, alcohol isn’t going to do it, and I really can’t allow myself to fall into drugs at the moment. I have a club to get up and running. A sex club. Have I forgotten what my damn job is? I’m part owner of one of the most successful clubs in the country, so I have access to any club here in the city. That’s what I’ll do. I’ll go fuck her out of my memory.
A liter of water and a cold shower later, I’m on my way to the club we’ve been partnering with since starting our new endeavor in New York. It’s a weeknight, but they’ll be busy enough to find someone.
I’m escorted in immediately upon arrival since I’ve already filled out all their member paperwork. I was tested when we first started working with them about three months ago, not that I would ever fuck anyone without a condom.
No one except Margot.
I’ve barely been sitting in their lounge for a minute when a blonde approaches me, her intent obvious. She’s an attractive enough woman. A little shorter than I would like. A little too slim. Her eyes are a little too dark, and her hair a little too light,but I’m buzzed enough to overlook all of that. We like pussy in all shapes and sizes, as Ledger used to say.
It doesn't take long for Blondie, whose name I couldn’t tell you if you held a gun to my head, to invite me to a private room. I’m not drunk by any means, but there's no chance in hell I could do this completely sober, so I shoot the rest of my scotch back and follow her to the suite.
If I close my eyes, she could be anyone, that little devil on my shoulder tells me. Or is it an angel? I’m not sure which is which when both choices involve sex. I’m trying to remind myself that my goal is to fuck Margot out of my system, not back into it when she leads me into the room, and I realize, in this lighting, I don’t really even have to squint to imagine she’s someone else.
Blondie turns around, reaching up to kiss me, but she’s too close, and the illusion fades. Before she reaches my lips, I shove her down to her knees with one hand while I work my pants open with the other.
“Open your mouth,” I command as I pull my cock out.
I’m not fully hard yet, but I shove it into her open mouth until she starts gagging. This isn’t really how I would imagine Margot on her knees, but I’ve never had her mouth before, so I have no comparison. I close my eyes and imagine it’s her perfect throat I’m fucking into, and before long, I’m fully erect.
As good as this feels, I’m not here for a blow job. I pull my dick out of her mouth before telling Blondie how I want her while I grab a condom, doing my best to avoid looking at her for too long.
When I’m successfully wrapped up, she’s where I told her to be, bent over the side of one of the chaise lounges, with her short skirt pulled up and no panties on. I position myself behind her and take a deep breath, the sex angel on my shoulder screaming at me to go home.
Unfortunately, the sex devil wins. I line myself up without even looking down to see the pussy I’m about to fuck, lest it ruin the illusion—because how could there ever be a pussy as perfect as my princess’s?—and thrust in.
It feels wrong, but I chalk that up to the condom. Maybe the reason Margot felt better than any pussy I’ve ever had before is because she’s the only one I’ve had bare…
I use my hand to cover her mouth so her annoying moans won't ruin this mirage for me as I start fucking her hard and fast, searching for that release I’ve needed since getting to New York.
For a moment, I’m lost in the fantasy that I’m here with my girl. “Fuck, I love you, Princess.”
Her head snaps back to me, her brown eyes meeting my own, and it’s all over.
Nausea floods my body, and I barely make it over to the trash can in the corner of the room before an entire day’s worth of food spews from my mouth.
Blondie asks if I’m okay, but dips out the second I give her a thumbs-up. “It’s just the alcohol,” I tell myself, but I know deep down that’s a lie. I know my limits when it comes to drinking, and I was not even close to being drunk.
No, it seems like my body just refused to allow itself to fuck anyone other than the woman it belongs to.
I was sick the rest of the night, debating whether I actually cheated on her.Her. I guess sex angel won because I haven’t so much as looked at another woman lustfully since that night. Which means I’ve now been celibate for two years.
Well,fuck you, sex angel.Margot is done with me, and she made herselfveryclear about it. She’s moved on, and it’s time I do the same.
Except how?
