Page 27 of Such a Good Girl

Music pounded, the lights flashed, and the drinks flowed. The dance floor was already filled with scantily-clad people pressing against each other, the crowd pulsing below the naked girls that gyrated in the cages suspended in the air.

The Carnivale themed party made the Hush Hush Club look eerily like Profane. The customers concealing their eyes behind sparkling masks lent an air of mystery and intrigue that only added to the seductive vibe of the normally hedonistic club.

As I walked by the VIP lounge, my eyes landed on Rosie working her ass off as she flitted around serving drinks. I couldn’t help but smile to see that she’d donned the outfit I’d left her. We’d invested in a hefty wardrobe for our staff and I often enjoyed choosing things specifically for certain waitresses. Doing so for Rosie had been quite enjoyable.

Tonight’s selection was inspired by my love for bondage. When I saw her encased in the shiny black latex minidress, my cock swelled with desire for her. The thigh high stiletto boots I’d left for her matched the dress perfectly, and I desperately tried to see if she also wore the black latex panties I’d added. When she bent over to place a champagne flute on a table in front of her, I caught the glimpse I’d been aching for.

Suddenly, nothing mattered but tasting her. I needed her thighs wrapped around my face and my tongue buried in her pussy before the night was over.

Knowing nobody else would satisfy me, I opted to sit in the corner and watch her for the next few hours. By the time her shift was ending, I was pulsing with desire for her. She was graceful and strong, curvy and feminine, her classic beauty making me wonder what I’d ever seen in anyone else.

Of course, I knew it was all infatuation. That’s how it always went with me. I tended to get fixated on one person, get a taste of them, and then move on. I was sure Rosie would be no different, but right now?

I needed those shiny black panties sliding over her thighs.

All I could think about was what she might taste like…

What she might feel like with her naked body quivering while I pounded into her…

What she’d sound like when she moaned my name while I drilled into her from behind…

My eyes raked across her plump ass, and I knew I was done. I stood up, striding across the room straight towards her.

“Come with me,” I said.

She looked over at me in surprise, a full tray of drinks in her hands.

“Um…” She looked at me with uncertainty. I took the tray and handed it to the nearest waitress and took off walking, knowing Rosie would follow me. I was right.

I closed the door to my office behind us and walked over to the small credenza behind my desk. I pulled out a bottle of my favorite rye whiskey.

“Do a shot with me,” I said. She stood silently by the door, watching me. “Have a seat.”

She moved slowly, slinking towards the seat like a sultry cat. I put the glass down in front of her. She took it and sipped, while her eyes tracked my every movement.

Sitting on the edge of the desk in front of her, I finished my whiskey in one shot and poured myself another. She looked up at me, her position in the chair providing me with a tantalizing view of the luscious cleavage that I desperately wanted to bury my face in.

But I’m a gentleman, first and foremost. As much as I wanted to just bend her over and wordlessly sink into her, I knew that was unacceptable behavior. I needed to get to know her a little before I shoved myself into her so unceremoniously.

We’d get there. I had no doubt.

“How was your evening?” I asked, commencing with the torturous, yet required, small talk.

“Busy,” she replied, her eyes full of curiosity that I ignored.

“Where did you work before, Rosie?”

Her eyes widened with a glimmer of surprise. “I did some cocktailing at a few bars in Texas. I just moved here.”

“I see. Are you single?”

“Yes.” She flashed me that shy smile that made my cock twitch.

I wondered if that was enough small talk yet. Probably not.

“What about you?”

“Am I single?” I scoffed. “I just went through a nasty divorce. Surely you read all about it on the internet?”

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