Eight
Shark
A nice cold shower and my right hand helped to ease my mind and my looming urges. I slip quickly into some clean clothes before sliding my cut over the top. The soft leather offers a familiar security that I can’t even begin to describe. Grabbing my Glock from the top of the small dresser, I secure it on my hip before heading back out the door.
“This place is lookin’ good, boys,” I praise the prospects cleaning skills, finding the main room spotless when I re-enter. It’s time to get to know these boys and find some shit to keep us busy.
“What are we gonna do now?” West asks, clearly chomping at the bit. Prospects are always so fucking eager. But honestly, I’m itching to do something too. I hate sitting around all day with nothing to do.
“Is there a shooting range nearby?” I ask. I’d like to see what these kids have for skills, and maybe show ‘em a few things. Plus, shooting some paper targets might help keep my head clear.
“Shit, yeah. There’s a nice one not too far from here,” Miles grins back, and I know instantly these kids are game.
“Sounds like a plan. Grab your pieces and let’s fuckin’ ride,” I order.
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After two hours at the range, it’s clear that both these kids need some work. They’ve both got basic skills and can definitely handle a gun, but I can tell they’ve picked up shit from movies that doesn’t work in real life scenarios. They also need to realize that shooting at paper targets is a lot different from shooting at real moving bodies. If they want to earn a spot at the table, they need to put in the effort and take the time to perfect the skills they need to be an effective enforcer.
Normally this would be a serious release for me, but today having my gun in my hand seems to be having the opposite effect. I thought I had worked it all out in the shower, but I’ve definitely got some pent-up shit I’m going to need to fuck out of my system. If there is any type of party tonight, I’ll be finding some sweet ass to help take the pressure off.
“Alright, boys. I think that’s enough for today,” I announce once they’ve emptied their clips.
“We should hit up the Kitty Kat,” West suggests and just hearing that name sounds promising.
“What’s the Kitty Kat?” I ask, even though I’m pretty sure I already know.
“Amazing fucking strip joint that Ray owns, just off the Vegas strip,” West grins broadly in response.
“Sounds like my kind of place. Let’s fuckin’ go,” I cock an eyebrow in response and he offers a deep laugh in response.
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I lean back in my chair, nursing the beer I grabbed from the bar before we found our seats. Music plays loudly through the darkened room, and I instantly feel in my element. Miles and West informed me that Ray keeps this place to pull in extra cash, and I have no doubt that it’s a fuckin’ money maker. Plus, it’s a nice bonus for the boys to enjoy.
My eyes widen as a fine female specimen walks up to the table wearing nothing but a pair of red heels. I’ve been in my fair share of strip clubs, but this one takes the fucking cake. Usually, the servers have at least a thong or some pasties on, or some shit just to give ‘em a little coverage. But this girl is completely fucking bare. This place really puts the Foxx DDen to shame.
“You boys want another round?” she coos in question.
West glances down at his phone. “Shit,” he mutters. “Thanks, doll, but we gotta hit the road,” he answers before turning his attention to me. “Text from Ray. He wants us back at the clubhouse,” he shares and I nod.
“I’m Sierra,” the long-legged brunette leans in close to me and whispers against my ear. My dick takes the bait, twitching against my zipper. “You’re the new guy, huh?” she asks.
“Yup,” I grin. Sonny was right, word has gotten around.
“Do you like what you see?” she purrs.
“You fuckin’ know it,” I tell her, ready to take her out back and have a little fun.
I look to Miles and West as they stand from the table. “Shit, boys. Give me five minutes, ten tops. I need to handle some business here,” I flash a broad smile.
“Sorry, man. Can’t do it this time. The guys are back and waiting on us,” West answers apologetically.
“Fuck…” I breathe out as I readjust myself before tipping back my last sip of beer and standing from the table.
“Don’t worry, I know my way to the clubhouse,” she smiles.
“I bet you do,” I reply before turning away from the taunting temptation.
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“So, tell me, how’d the prospects do today?” Ray asks after pulling me and Pike into the meeting room.
“Well, they’re definitely prospects. No fucking doubt about that,” I answer, running my hand over the thick slab of smooth wood in front of me. It looks the same and feels the same, but it’s not my table and this isn’t my seat.
“I took ‘em out to the shooting range. If they can pay attention and take a little direction, and stop acting like a couple of fuckin’ cowboys, then they’ve both got a chance. But I give ‘em bonus points for introducing me to the Kitty Kat Lounge,” I grin back at Ray.
“Good boys,” Ray chuckles. “I hope you had some fun.”
“I’ll definitely have to go back for a longer visit,” I answer and he nods in understanding.
“Okay, boys. Let’s go grab some fuckin’ grub. The smell from that barbecue has my mouth watering,” Ray says, standing from his seat.
“Yeah, it looked like Trish and Lauren put together quite the spread,” Pike adds.
“I, uh, I met Trish earlier, but who’s Lauren?” I ask for clarification as we head towards the wafting smell coming from the grill.
“Shit, I completely forgot that you’re still learning faces and names. Lauren is Chip’s ol’ lady. She and Trish handle most of the kitchen duty around here,” Ray shares.
After inhaling a full plate of barbecue chicken and a mound of potato salad, I push my empty dishes away and lift my bottle of Corona to my lips. Damn, that was a good fuckin’ meal.
The sound of giggling comes from behind me. I turn, finding West and Miles both chest deep in the pool, each with a topless friend perched on their shoulders. I can’t help but watch as the girls lean forward, grabbing each other’s shoulders and starting to play a game of chicken. Water splashes up, coating their bare jiggling tits and the two prospects eat it right up.
I remember those days; when a sight like that was something fresh and new, and it would create a rush of excitement inside me. And while Vegas is definitely a different beast, I’ve lived this life for a long time and seen my share. Sure, it’s definitely still fun to watch, but it doesn’t hold the same wonder it once did.
I turn back toward the table just in time to see Eve marching out from the kitchen. Her heels click against the patio tiles as she moves forward. Watching her approach, I notice the girl from earlier following a short distance behind. Eve stops and hands a bottle of Corona to Ray before taking a seat on his knee.
Ray tips the bottle back, taking a long pull before setting it down on the table and sliding his hand up Eve’s back. He pulls at the thin strings of her top and it falls away, revealing her large fake breasts.
“That’s better,” he grins as he drops his head, pulling her nipple into his mouth.
“Ahhh…” her soft breath falls out as his other hand moves between her thighs. But she recovers briefly and glances back at me.
“Hey, new boy. I almost forgot, I brought something for you too,” she smiles, nodding her head towards her friend.
“Remember me?” the brunette questions softly as she steps forward.
“Sierra, right?” I reply.
“Mmhmm,” she hums softly.
“Come get a little more comfortable,” I suggest, lightly tapping my thigh. I’m not about to pull out my dick and fuck her right here, like Ray might do with Eve, but we can still have a good time.
She takes another step, thinking nothing of reaching up and pulling off her own top, quickly joining the rest of the women prancing around with their tits out. But instead of sitting, she offers me her hand.
“Come with me. I’ve got something to show you inside,” she says and I catch Pike’s eyes flashing beside me.
“Better listen to the lady,” he chuckles and I stand, letting her lead the way. This might just be the release I was looking for earlier.
Inside, the kitchen in quiet. Sierra pushes through a door that I saw Trish going in and out of this morning. I quickly realize from the shelves stocked with food and cooking supplies, that it must be the pantry.
Sierra turns to face me, leaning to rest against one of the shelves behind her. She moves my hand, still gripped in hers, bringing it down to her bikini bottom. She bites her bottom lip as she pushes my fingers past the silky fabric, and starts grinding against my hand.
“I’ve been thinking about you all afternoon. Just feel how wet you made me,” she breathes. “Please, give my pussy what it needs,” she begs.
I have no problem obliging as I slip two fingers easily into her slick heat. She rocks against me, moving with me as I pump in and out of her soaking wet slit. God damn, this girl is ready.
“Oh…God…” she pants loudly and her fingers curl around my bicep. She lifts one foot off the ground, setting it on the lowest shelf, giving me better access as her legs open wider for me.
“You like that?” I ask and she releases an exaggerated moan. “Yeah, you do. Now let me feel this pussy come,” I growl and her muscles clench around me as her body shakes.
Her breathing is heavy and the shudders finally subside as she brings her heel back to the floor, and I lift my hand away.
“God damn. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten off that fast before. You really know how to work a girl up,” she coos out in praise, but I know it’s bullshit. This chick was already dripping wet. She had worked herself up before she even found me, but I’ll happily take the credit for the rest of it.
“Now, let’s see how fast I can make you come,” she grins before bringing her hands down to unfasten my belt. “Oh my God. Your cock is huge… I’m not sure it’ll fit,” she bites her lip as she drops to her knees.
“Open those lips and let’s find out,” I smirk back, and she does exactly as requested. Her lips part, curling around my hardened shaft as she pulls me in deep.
“That’s it. I knew you had a big fucking mouth,” I groan out, letting my eyes close as I lean back against one of the shelving units.
Her lips are soft and her mouth is warm, and my imagination takes over as my hand moves to the back of her head. The muscles in my legs start to burn and I know I’m almost there, but a quiet click causes my eyes to pop open.
Fuck.
A pair of striking blue eyes stare back at me for a fraction of a second before turning and flying away. The door swings closed again, but Sierra’s mouth continues to suck, not even realizing that we had a visitor. I give in to the feeling, letting my eyes close again.
The blue eyes return the second my eyelids drop. Long blonde hair wraps around my fingers as I push deeper, brushing her throat. Full pink lips hold my cock as those blue eyes stare up at me through her long lashes. I can’t hold back any longer.
“I’m gonna come,” I growl out in warning, but she doesn’t stop. I grip her head, slamming one final time into her warm mouth before coating her throat with my thick release.
“Gahhh…” I roar, my brain still envisioning it as Scarlett’s sweet mouth I’m filling.