Chapter 3
Logan
T here’s nothing controlled about Club Z. How can there be? This place is where billionaires indulge in filth, so I’d say the exact opposite is true. It’s total chaos on club premises, although looking around, you’d never guess.
After all, the club spends a lot of money on preserving the illusion of control.
I’m currently at a bar on the first level, and it’s business as usual.
Handsome men in suits relax on velvet-flocked sofas and chairs, chatting and smoking cigars.
Scantily clad women circulate among the clientele, taking orders and offering drinks.
But this is more than just your regular waitress service because as I watch, a pretty young server puts down her tray before turning and bending over before a dashing billionaire.
Then, she moans as he flips her skirt over her hips before pushing two thick fingers deep into her pussy.
The young woman’s eyes flutter shut as she pants, her breasts heaving.
She cries out with delight as she’s finger fucked deliciously in full view of all the men at the bar, and even better, she’s not embarrassed at the voyeurism.
Yep, this is at Club Z at its best, and there’s no holding back.
In fact, the debauched scene has my cock hard, and I decide to indulge.
“I’d like some milk,” I say in a deep voice as my server approaches.
Melinda is a gorgeous vixen with flowing red hair, green eyes, and a luscious figure made even more voluptuous from giving birth about a year ago.
Her teats are huge from nursing, and her hips wide with delivery.
Melinda works it too because she knows that the billionaires here prefer sassy and curvy, as opposed to some of the other clubs where stick figures roam the hallways.
As a result, Melinda smiles flirtatiously before putting down her tray.
“Unfortunately, there’s no milk right now, Mr. Blackshaw,” she mewls sweetly. “But I can offer you a quick suckle, if you like.”
Then, with slim fingers, she pulls open her top to reveal those giant, Double D breasts. They’re ivory sacks of cream with stiff pink nipples, and the redhead leans enticingly over me, dangling those massive tits before my mouth.
“Suck, Mr. Blackshaw,” she coos. “Enjoy yourself.”
I take advantage of what’s offered. My mouth attaches immediately to a hard pink teat and Melinda throws her red hair back with delight.
“Ooooh!” she moans, coming up to straddle my huge form, her small hands on my shoulders as she offers her tits to me. “Mmmm!”
I pop off her nipple, leaving it shiny and wet, before giving it a worshipful lick and moving to the other one.
“Ohhhh!” Melinda moans again as I lave her other breast, enjoying the taste of succulent womanflesh. “Mm-mm-mm!”
But after a minute or two of hedonism, something makes me stop.
I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s the glitter on her skin, or the fact that her red mane keeps getting in my mouth.
Or maybe, it’s that I’m too fucking jaded and I’ve done this too many times, with too many women, in the past already.
“Thanks, baby,” I grunt after popping off her breast and squeezing her round rear end with appreciation. “That’s just the hit I needed.”
Melinda backs up, adjusting her top as she stares at me with dazed green eyes.
“That’s all?” she mewls. “You don’t want more?”
I shrug and smile.
“I’m good for now, sweetheart. But if I could get a gin and tonic?—”
That’s when my mouth snaps shut because a particularly fetching young thing just appeared at the side door to the bar.
She’s blonde, curvy and absolutely gorgeous, wearing a handkerchief masquerading as a dress.
Her big breasts sway as she teeters behind the bar for a moment, only to reappear with a bag in her hand.
Then, she turns and disappears into a stairwell leading to the basement in the lower level of the club.
Holy fuck.
The Red Room.
Don’t get me wrong because the walls of the Red Room aren’t painted crimson or anything so cheesy.
That’s for women who read psychological thrillers, not to mention the influence of Fifty Shades of Grey .
But the Red Room is what we informally call the playroom at Club Z, and what goes on inside is exactly what you’d expect.
Suddenly, I have to know what the young blonde is going to do.
Obviously, she’s gorgeous and works here.
Obviously, she’s not a day over twenty. Obviously, she’s got the huge, heaving tits I adore, not to mention a slim waist, wide hips, and long legs clad in sexy stilettos.
But it seems this particular young lady has a dirty mind too .
.. and I’m just the man to help her explore her fantasies.