10 — Noah Foster
“Put one foot in front of the other
You will overcome this
Follow the light in the dark
You'll be fine"
You’re gonna be ok — Kenna Childs
— Noah... Noah! — I feel a tap on my shoulder. — Dude, are you okay?
I look to the side, facing my friend, while trying to get out of the darkness that voice pushed me into my head.
I need to see it with my own eyes, it can't be a delusion in my fucked up head, but first, I'll answer your question.
— Yes, I just had the impression that I recognized someone, nothing big. — I turn to look for where that voice came from and I can't find anything that sounds familiar.
— Do you want to look for the person? We are already in investigative mode — he replies, playfully.
— No. Let's go. I must have got confused. — However, the feeling of being watched remains. — The guys should already be waiting for us.
Without saying anything, Erik nods and follows me towards the driver, who is waiting for us.
Tomorrow I'm going to talk seriously with my father about this, however, today, more than ever, I just need a fuck to get this stress out of my system.
I can't let this haunt me again.
As soon as we got into the car, I removed my jacket and tie, releasing the air that seemed to suffocate me. I know, I'm an executive, suits and ties are my daily “uniform” and I should be more than used to it, but deep down my simplicity especially hates ties, unless they are for sexual purposes, otherwise, they just serve to cause me irritation.
— Dom said he has a surprise for us — Erik comments.
— I'm even afraid of that, the last “surprise” he prepared, it didn't turn out lucky or we would all be married today. Even more so if Gael has a hand in it. — I laugh just remembering it.
— Dude, don't even kid! To this day, I don't know how we woke up without clothes in that suite. Besides, the only thing I remember is that redhead! — Sigh. — And, my friend, a monument of a woman! — he says, lost in his thoughts.
If he was able to fall in love with a memory, which perhaps didn't even exist, he's really screwed. I'm not one to mock anyone's feelings, but the only consistent fact he knows about her is that she had red hair, because the rest are blurs and I can say that for myself.
I, more than anyone, can prove that our mind projects unforgettable images. The problem is knowing how to distinguish whether they are delusions or something real.
Yeah, we're totally screwed!
— Do you know that, of all of us, I think I'm the only one who has, more or less, an idea of ??how we ended up there? Now, to be sure, my friend, I'm not... I'm just thankful that I didn't wake up with a woman next to me and a ring on my finger, because that's something typical of Vegas. Now, the hangover from that day lasted a whole week ! — I speak recalling the few facts that I remember.
— I would happily marry that redhead! — he says it as if he was sure, leaving me speechless. — We’re here — he adds, getting out of the car.
— Do you want to tell me about this redhead there? — I question, stopping next to him.
— Maybe one day — he replies and heads towards the private entrance.
When he feels comfortable, I know he'll probably get angry, do something stupid, and then, with the alcohol clouding his thoughts, he'll vent about this woman.
This point of view may seem quite idiotic, far from me to defame or generalize this to all men, however, at some point in their lives, ninety—nine percent of the population experiences, throughout their lives, an embarrassing moment like this.
We pass through the security guards, who already know us and let us in, heading straight to one of the VIP boxes, in fact, our private box, since Dom likes to gather his friends, without the spotlight of the place being on us. .
With this in mind, he created a unique and private space, giving us a broad view of everything that happens at the club. Access is restricted and the entire place is covered with dark glass, meaning those on the dance floor or in the bar won't see us, but we have the privilege of enjoying the entire environment in a unique and exclusive way.
— Finally, I thought they would never arrive! — Dom approaches with a glass of whiskey in hand.
— We couldn't leave the event so early, however, here we are for your joy! — greeting.
— Look at him, so cute! — he scoffs and I ignore him, laughing.
We engage in a conversation about the last few weeks, but inevitably my thoughts return with full force to that party, leaving me a little disconnected from what is happening around.
Something bothers me when I remember the girl and that voice. As if it were a trigger for memories of the past to invade my mind, taking me to an abyss, a place I would like to forget, but is uncontrollable, I remain for a long time traveling through these memories.
I take a few steps towards a dark corner of the cabin, letting my friends talk freely, while I try to regain some control of my life and breathe again.
It's as if, in the snap of a finger, I was immersed in my childhood.
What the fuck!
This guy couldn't have found me!
No fucking way!
I can't be that unlucky!
Jack assured me he was keeping an eye on him.
— Face. — I felt a hand on my shoulder. — Something happened? — Erik calls me. — If you want to talk, I'm here. Dom came down to sort something out.
— Damn, has it been too long? — I think, but the words end up coming out of my mouth.
— Yes, Noah, we left you there thinking about life — he replies, looking at his watch to check and continues. — For at least an hour.
Holy shit!
— It's nothing, the day was full... — He arches his eyebrow, knowing that there's more to it than that and that I don't want to talk about it. — Gael hasn’t arrived yet? I ask, changing the subject.
— Gael, I don’t know, but I arrived and I need a drink!
A familiar voice responds and when we turn around, there he is: Benício Cooper.
He has a habit of arriving silently, without ever telling us, but it's great to see my friend well, after returning from an American army mission and most importantly: alive.
— So, Beni, when did you arrive in the city? — Erik comes forward, giving him a hug.
— Early in the morning, but I spent the day helping my father with a matter. I can say that arriving, it was only now that I'm off duty, literally, that is, I need to drink — he responds, appearing not only exhausted but worried as well.
— Want to talk about what's worrying you? — He simply shrugs.
— Crowd! I arrived! — Gael warns, already with a beer in hand.
— Saved by our lawyer! — I say to Beni. — Whenever you want, you know I'm here, friend. — I lightly tap his shoulder.
— Let's drink and celebrate! — Dom speaks up, arriving shortly after Gael and requests drinks from the waiters.
The Secret is one of our regular meeting points when Dom is in town. He manages his family's casinos, but his true passion lies in the clubs he has around the world. He created a sophisticated entertainment venue, with a high standard concept, for a select audience, there are beautiful dancers around the place, using pole dancers that are spread out in strategic points, but these girls are highly prohibited for customers. Dominic Thompson has always been very careful with his employees, no customer is allowed to touch them, but outside of that, they go out with whoever they want, as they are free and have the right to choose.
— So, ready for today's show? There's a new hire, you know? — I ask and they look at me confused. — Dom told me. — I shrug.
— Privileges, see you here! Yes, guys, we are mere mortals next to Mr. Noah Foster — Gael says, causing laughter. — But tell me, Dom, is it hot? — he asks at a very excited level, the alcohol starting to take effect.
— I don't know, I haven't seen her yet — Dom replies, calm as always.
— Speaking of hot, I'm going to go down and see if I can find anyone. — Erik comes forward.
— I will go with you. — I decided to go with him.
We arrive at the bar and order a shot of whiskey, to analyze the track, see if there is anyone interesting.
— Man, Beni has been thinking far away since he arrived. Something must have moved him, I'm sure he doesn't have many words, but he didn't open his mouth for much of anything, other than drinking, of course — I comment.
— Noah, you know it's not easy to see and live all the situations he witnesses when he's an officer, even though he can't tell us exactly what it's like, I imagine a lot must go through his head. — He takes a sip of whiskey and continues: — But I think his behavior has nothing to do with the army, but rather with what he did before he got here, helping his father with God knows what.
— I know. — Sigh. — But he needs to know that we are here for him, that we are friends for any moment, not just fun
— Tomorrow we’ll call Beni to talk. You know that, of all of them, he opens up more easily to the two of us — he gestures with his hand, indicating us —, but observing the three of them — he refers to Gael, Beni and Dom together —, I have the theory that the quietest ones understand each other, without needing to utter a single word. — Rambles and I laugh for a brief moment.
? His reasoning is completely coherent, even though Gael is the guy with jokes and an easy smile when he's with us, he also has a closed side that no one can reach, I've seen him interacting with people who are not part of our routine and, if If I didn't know better, I'd say it's as dangerous as a lethal weapon, his expression is closed, without showing any reaction, cold as a glacier. Which strengthens my theory that the one who got fucked up the most in the past, of all of us, was him.
Smiles can hide wounds that never heal and that's how I see him, he smiles to mask his own shitty story.
? One that we never knew and that, possibly, we will never know.
— Ok, let's find some women, I need to relieve the stressful week and this weird event today.
— Only if you go now, I've already seen two brunettes there. He comes. — He makes a discreet nod with his head.
— I thought you would look for a redhead. — I bump my shoulder against yours.
— No more hauntings in my life. — he grumbles.
We head to the track, heading towards the two girls. I think we are both the most discreet of the five, of course Benício is the exception, as he spends a lot of time away, however, Erik and I always have a reserved place where we take our companions for the night, no kissing or anything. more sentimental, after all, there is always the chance of ending up in a gossip magazine, being part of the list of Manhattan's most eligible singles is a real pain in the ass, the paparazzi's persecution has no limits.
They notice our approach and begin to dance sensually, trying to make it appear that they haven't seen us, always the same game. My friend arrives at the one in the gold dress, a really beautiful woman, but the one in the black dress, with a huge neckline, has already woken up my friend who is eager to be freed from his pants.
I take advantage of the fact that she is concentrating on the music, with her eyes closed and I grab her body from behind, holding her waist.
Cum! The naughty girl starts to roll against my dick.
I like that. No shyness.
— What do you think about hanging out in a more private place? — I whisper in his ear, nibbling his ear lightly.
She doesn't respond, just presses her ass even more and lets out a moan, increasing my arousal. I take advantage of the fact that we are in a darker part of the track and I move my hand up her thigh, close to her pussy. I hear another shameless moan come out of your mouth, taking it as a yes.
— Let's get out of here now — I say, in a firm tone.
I move away and put my hand on his back, looking around, but I can't find Erik, apparently he's already gone.
I followed her to our private entrance. Since I don't have a car, the best way is to use Dom's driver. I'll arrange it with him tomorrow.
— The exit isn't this way, where are we going? — my companion asks.
— It's an exclusive outlet, don't worry, I won't bite, unless you want to, of course.
— Maybe later. — Smiles provocatively. — I don't even know your name. In fact, mine is Ashley.
“Noah,” I say, purposely omitting my last name.
As soon as the security guard recognizes me, she allows me to leave, but signals that she needs to speak to me and I ask her to wait a minute.
— Mr. Foster, James has just arrived with his team — he warns.
— Ok. Thank you and, if you can, let Dom know and I'll talk to him tomorrow.
— Right — he replies, walking away.
I look at the parking lot and find my team ready, including my head of security, who comes towards us.
— Sir — J., greet.
— To the flat, James — I reply, returning the greeting. — And then, the same old scheme.
— Right.
He knows that I don't spend any night with a woman, in this case, waking up together, having breakfast, so the plan is always the same, that is, I go with them to the flat and when my companion wakes up, or else if If she wants to leave sooner, which rarely happens, as they always expect more, romance, the driver takes her home.
Simple and practical, without complications.
I may give the impression of being a stupid and insensitive guy, but I see it as just a way of not deceiving anyone, expecting what cannot be reciprocated is torture, I know that.
The route from the club to the place is short, as soon as we arrive, we go straight up. I open the door and offer her a drink, but she denies it, coming towards me like a sly cat.
— I want something else — he whispers, close to my mouth, but before he kisses me, I throw it over my shoulders and head to the bedroom.
— You’re not thirsty for a drink, that’s okay. — She analyzes me. — I'll give you something else to drink. — I warn, slapping her provocative ass, before throwing her body on the bed, already ordering: — Just keep your heels on, take off the rest. — So she does, while I get rid of the shirt. — Wait for me here.
I go to the closet and get the butt plug, the lube and the blindfold. Today I was going to sink deep into that ass. As soon as I return, I find her masturbating.
Damn, what a sight! That luscious, smooth pussy.
— Was I late? — I ask, approaching and placing the items next to him on the bed.
— No, but I'm very excited — she responds, licking the finger she used to touch herself. — Very thirsty — he adds, looking at my dick.
— Kneel on the bed and put your hands behind your back. I'm going to blindfold you and you're going to quench your thirst — I say.
Ashley does exactly as I asked, making our pleasure easier. I cover his eyes, my hands caressing his body, going down to the point that teased me in the club.
I pour some lubricant and then my fingers start to masturbate her. Enjoying the moment, she rolls around looking for relief, I take advantage and circles a finger in her anus. She likes this, her body betrays this, when she presses her ass towards me, a clear sign that she wants more.
I insert my finger, still playing with her clitoris and I can feel her liquid soaking my hand. I apply more lubricant to insert the plug in your ass.
— Keep going, Noah, don't stop! — he asks, groaning. And I do, after getting him fitted, I remove the rest of my clothes and position myself in front of him.
—Are you still a thirsty, naughty girl? — I say, touching her breasts.
— A lot, salivating to taste you — he says, running his tongue across his lower lip.
I hold her hair with one hand, pulling her head towards my cock and instinctively, she opens her full lips, ready to receive me.
At that moment, I feel her hands go up my thighs, until they reach my balls, playing with them and driving me crazy, while I slowly put my dick in her mouth, so that she gets used to my thickness and length, feeling her tongue tasting it and then starts sucking it eagerly, as if it depended on it to survive.
I punch deep, until I reach the maximum she can handle, deep down, dictating the rhythm. With my free hand, I squeeze one breast, trapping the nipple between my fingers, pressing. I can smell her pussy, she is more than ready, however, she starts massaging my balls while sucking me, the noise of her choking turns me on and it doesn't take long, my cum approaching in her swollen and luscious mouth.
— Fuck! — I moan, cumming down his throat. — Swallow it all!
She licks up every last drop, still continuing to masturbate me.
I can't deny it, she's experienced and good at fucking! He knows what he wants and especially what he does.
— Ready to get started? — I question, while she catches her breath. — Our night is just beginning.
It didn't take long for my companion to fall asleep, after a few good rounds of sex, as usually happens. I took the opportunity to take a quick shower before heading home.
No goodbyes.
No phone calls.
No messages.
And most importantly, no illusions.
— Home, sir? — James asks, as soon as I find him in the private parking lot.
— Yes, I need to rest. And tomorrow, you can take the day off, I don't intend to leave the house.
— Ok, sir, but if you allow me, I will stay at the property, if plans change — he responds, revving up the SUV's engine, driving in total silence.
— As you prefer, J.
I try in vain to rest during the journey, but my head is still full of thoughts, thanks to today.
I should be more relaxed, however, I keep thinking about that girl.