Page 23 of Dragon Strife
He’s been taking care of washing the money we’ve been making from the cartel and enjoying his five percent cut on top of it.
“Thanks, man,” I say as I crouch in front of the safe. “Anything I should know about?”
We had a long chat after I found out Genni was here with Malik Charles, and it was amicable with Trevor strapped to his chair while I held a blow torch above his dick. The heat was felt but the burn was a warning.
I don’t think we’ll have another problem with the enemy coming into my fucking club ever again.
I grab the two nondescript black bags and slip them into the inside pocket of my cut, the weight making me grin. Fuck, I love money.
“Nothing out of the ordinary,” Trevor replies, but then clears his throat as if he has something to say.
I look at him as I rise from the floor, my arms crossing over my chest. “What is it?”
“A few of the girls are complaining about the security. I will admit, we lost two guys to another club, but the crowd has been getting handsy.” He pulls his glasses off his face and runs a hand across his brow. “Could you spare us a few guys?”
“Yeah, man.” I nod as I stride for the door. “I have a few prospects coming in soon. They can come work security to learn the ropes.”
“Thank you, Jaeger.” He drops his glasses back over his eyes and continues totap, tap, tapthe calculator.
I leave the office and head back down the corridor toward the dressing room, letting the sounds of a few giggles lead my way as my cock grows hard in my pants. It’s been a while since I’ve fucked anyone and the thought makes me fucking livid. It’s all because ofher,because the last time I even thought about sex was when I had my fucking sister pinned to a wall and my hard cock between her legs.
My dick jumps in my pants at the thought and I stop in front of the open dressing room door, seeing both Angel and Carrie, their faces turning toward me with looks of expectations.
“Room one, both of you,” I snarl, my fury knowing no bounds as I storm toward the private room.
It’s time I fuck my sister out of my system, and what better way to do that than with two pussies?
I step into the room and take off my cut, hanging it on a hook by the door. The last thing I want is for these girls to feel the bags and get any ideas. They may fear me, but money can drive people to desperation. I should know.
The door opens and in struts a naked Angel, her long hair grazing her bare ass as her tits bounce with each step. She has a smug look on her face, telling me she knew I would want her in here, and it makes my anger heighten. I’m not her customer, she fucking works for me. So when she brings her double-D tits to stand in front of me, that fucking smirk lining her lips, I reach up and grab her long-ass hair, yanking her face to mine as Carries slowly walks into the room. She shuts the door behind her as she takes in the scene.
“You’re looking a little too confident, Angel,” I sneer and shove her back. “Go sit on the couch and watch while I say hello to Carrie.”
She staggers backward on her six-inch heels and hits the couch, her ass quickly meeting the cushions as she keeps her eyes downcast. Angel knows what this is about, and sure, I haven’t fucked her in a while, but that doesn’t mean she’s the only option I have.
She’s about to learn.
I begin to undo my belt and slowly pull it out of the jean loops to hand it to Carrie. “I think she needs a punishment.” I lick my lips, my eyes on Angel as her eyes fly up to look at the belt sitting in Carrie’s hands. “Get on your hands and knees,” I stipulate.
Angel hesitates for a moment, but upon seeing the look on my face, she quickly moves to position as I watch Carrie’s eyes gleam with excitement. Chino was lucky with this one, she’s not clingy and is down for just about anything. Too bad he’s been letting their situationship slip, but I can’t complain because she is looking far too eager to please me.
I lean forward and push a hand between her legs, finding her fucking wet with the prospect of belting her bestie. She spreads them wider as her eyes darken. “You excited, baby?” I ask her and she nods, her eyes eagerly on Angel. “Go redden her ass. Three good hits, you hear me?”
“Yes,” she whispers with a wide grin and steps toward Angel.
I can see the wetness coating Angel’s exposed pussy, she’s just as excited and depraved, despite the meek front she’s portraying. I’ve trained her to love pain as much as pleasure and she’s making me proud right now. Carrie folds the belt in half and snaps the leather together, the sound ricocheting off the walls and making Angel jump with a whimper. I ease into the chair behind me and rest my elbows on my knees, watching the scene in front of me intently. Then Carrie quickly flicks her wrist and the belt slaps against Angel’s skin, the area quickly blooming with a red welt as she cries out. Her fingers grip the chaise she’s on as her back arches.
My cock strains against the zipper of my jeans, and when Carrie turns to look at me, her cheeks flushed with pleasure, she finds me releasing the button on my pants. Her breasts are heaving with exertion as her eyes stay trained on my hands, waiting for the moment I expose myself.
“Two more,” I remind her.
The next couple hits of the belt have Angel crying, her ass blood-red as I free myself from my jeans and begin to stroke my cock. Carrie drops my belt to the floor and turns to look at me, waiting for her next instruction.
“Come suck my cock,” I demand and then I look at Angel, her eyes red and swollen as she gingerly sits up. “Watch her do it,” I tell her.
Angel brushes the tears off her cheeks, her smug look completely gone now, but her pussy is fucking sopping. Carrie drops between my legs and her hand grips my cock as she leans forward to swipe her tongue across the head.
I didn’t bring any fucking condoms with me which is stupid, but I can still get off without fucking them.
