Page 18 of Beautiful Devil

Provocatively dressed cocktail waitresses make their way around the dimly-lit club, delivering drink orders on expertly balanced trays. Their uniforms consist of short tight black leather skirts that fall right below their ass, barely covering it, and black cropped shirts with a deep plunging neckline. One waitress in particular catches my eye from across the room and sashays over toward me. Long, tan, toned legs that go on for days, skinny waist with a firm stomach, and huge breasts perfect formotorboating. Blonde hair that is pulled back into a tight ponytail.

Blue-green, dark smokey eyes. Red lipstick…

Amber.

Stopping in front of me, she leans over and purrs into my ear, “What can I get for you tonight, stud?”

Pulling back, she kisses my cheek while giving me her bestcome fuck melook. As much as I need to blow off some steam and get my dick wet, I need someone who can actually do the job. Last time, she wasn’t it.

Ignoring her proposition, I give my drink order. “Whiskey. Neat.”

Tucking away her disappointment at my rejection, she plasters on a smile. “Coming right up, handsome.”

She turns around, and I swear she shakes her hips even more, trying to tempt me into taking her up on her offer.

Not tonight, sweetheart.

Amber makes her way around the bar with my drink on a tray, beelining back to me. Not bothering to stop, she lifts my hand, pulling me out of my seat, through a doorway, and into The Showroom.

Stopping at a table, I take a seat at the same time Amber sets my drink down, making sure to exaggerate bending over. My eyes lift from my drink to her, smiling broadly at me with a twinkle in her eye. It's the same fucking thing every time I come here, and I’m getting sick of it. Today, though, I’m in an even shittier mood.

“Feeling something different this afternoon. Someone who doesn't mind taking it a little rough. Who’ll yield to my control.”

She stands up straight and looks around the club. Hand on her hip, she turns around to face me and moves in a little closer.

“Some one-on-one, or are you up for a little sharing today?”

“One-on-one. I’ve got shit to do. I need it to be good and quick,” I say, frustration showing in my voice.

But she’s used to my moods, and to be honest, I don't give a fuck.

“Of course. Stay right here and I’ll get Cindy.” She gives me a wink and walks off to the other side of the club behind the main stage as I lift my glass and take a long soothing sip.

Fuck, that shit’s good. Girl knows how to make a drink.

Not two minutes later, a busty bombshell with long purple hair approaches me, moving my seat slightly to the side and away from the table, kneeling before me. Expert hands move from the arms of the chair, slowly making their way up my thighs, and just like that, my dick starts to twitch.

Finally.

Neither one of us says anything as she meets my eyes and holds my gaze for a few seconds before I look away to take her in properly. The first thing I notice is her tits – they’re massive. About the size of cantaloupes and way bigger than a handful. Flat stomach with a butterfly tattoo running up the left side of her torso…

I make my way back up to her face, where I’m met with green eyes and plump lips that Iknoware going to look hot as fuck wrapped around my dick.

Just as the thought enters my mind, Cindy’s right hand grazes over my hardening cock in my dress pants.

Yep, this will do just nicely.

I catch a smirk tugging at her lips as she leans forward, talking directly in my ear. “I heard you were in a hurry. Let's go to room two.”

She pulls back, and we both rise. Taking my hand in hers, she walks us over to the corridor that leads upstairs to the private bedrooms.

Cindy, as Amber called her, ushers me into room two, closing the door and locking it behind us. I walk over and sit down on the edge of the bed as she struts her way toward me before dropping to her knees again.

Nowthisis a sight that can change a man’s mood for the day.

Her nipples are already hard and poking through the fabric of the purple and black lace bra she’s wearing.

Skillful hands travel up my thighs again as I lean back on the bed. Eager to get my pants off, she makes quick work of my belt and zipper. Signaling me to lift my hips, she pulls my slacks and boxers down in one quick movement, letting my dick free.

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