14. Axel
Axel
S ecuring this job is finally starting to pay off.
Do I have to do actual work? Yes.
Am I also able to do non-work things ? Also yes.
Things like watching my little trainwreck throughout the entire fucking club. I’ve got eyes on every square inch of this place. I watched her waltz in the front door, confident and self-assured. Why, I’m not totally certain–yet, but I’ll find out.
I didn’t get her a guest pass this time, but after searching the records, I saw she purchased one for herself.
She’s got balls. Once she got here, it took me all of four seconds to restrict her alcohol intake to nothing.
It was easy, really. Literally a push of a button.
I saw her face when Jake told her he couldn’t serve her.
Fucking priceless, except I’m positive he was flirting with her.
If I didn’t already know he bats for the other team, he’d be dead already.
My eyes flit from monitor to monitor as I watch her move throughout the club.
Her long legs are on display and my muscles tense as I watch guy after guy eye fuck her when she saunters by them in those goddamn heels.
Not that I can blame them. I have a semi right now and I’m just watching her through a screen.
If I was near her, looking like that , I’d do more than fuck her with me eyes. I’m certain of that.
Movement in the corner of the room catches my eye and I notice some dude with his eyes intently on her.
Two others are also staring and within a couple minutes, they’re all making their way over to her.
I sit up on the edge of my chair and zero in on the interaction as all three guys introduce themselves.
They each put a hand on her. One on her bicep.
One on her waist and another on her fucking ass.
My blood starts to boil as I watch the scene unfold. The little slut has a stupid grin on her face that I’d give anything to get rid of. She shouldn’t be enjoying their hands on her.
Douchebag Uno dips his head and nuzzles into the crook of her neck, inhaling deep. What the actual fuck is happening right now? She looks like she’s about to take them all at once.
Then it dawns on me what’s happening as I watch her touch them back. And I’ll be damned if I’m going to let it happen.
It takes me less than ninety seconds to get to the basement where Wrinley is about to embarrass herself by letting strangers gang bang her in open view.
Thankfully, she’s still got her clothes on–barely–but she is sandwiched between them, hands touching parts and I suddenly want to cut off every part of these guys that’s touched some part of her.
I should introduce them all to Thadd.
Because I’m not looking to get fired or arrested, I tap each guy on the shoulder a little too hard to signal my presence.
“Sorry, bro,” the first one says. “You’re a little late.”
Bro two chimes in. “Yeah, Wrinley here is gonna be busy for a while, but we can send her your way when she’s finished here.” The cocky bastard has no clue who he’s talking to right now, does he?
The third guy–smartly–stays quiet, but Wrinley pushes through them with a loud huff.
Pressing her index finger aggressively into my chest, she whisper yells, “Axel! What the fuck are you doing here, again?”
I grab her digit with my index finger and thumb like it’s personally offended me and curl my lip in disgust as I pull it away from my chest. “I work here.”
“Since when?” she asks with her other hand planted on her hip.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” I’m not going to give her more information than she deserves at this point. “Now lose the losers.”
“Why are you always getting in my way? You don’t get to storm in here and ruin my night. I’ve been waiting for this literally all my goddamn life.” She’s practically yelling now and people are starting to stare, including one of the dungeon masters.
“Waiting for what ?”
“Look, Wrinley,” Douchebag Uno chimes in. “We’re not trying to get in the middle of something. And this is clearly something. We’re gonna go.”
“Smart choice,” I tell them. The sooner they run, the less chance I’ll catch up to them any time soon and the higher their chances of keeping their heads on straight.
“Ughhhhhh. You are the literal worst, Axel,” she whines, throwing her face into her open palms.
“I’ll only ask you one more time. Waiting for what? ” I already know the answer, but there’s a sick part of me that needs to hear her say it.
She steels her spine and steps up to me until we’re toe to toe and she has to look up to get her point across.
“Well, if you must know, I was about to finally be rid of my god-forsaken virginity. My hymen has to be cursed because what you just interrupted was the closest I’ve ever actually gotten.
Those guys were about to destroy my pussy six ways from Sunday at my own goddamn fucking request,” she yells.
“I don’t know what you thought you were interrupting, but I wasn’t in danger.
I fucking wanted everything they were about to give me. ”
She’s so fucking brave and strong. Watching her stand up to me has my heart racing and all my blood rushing to my cock. Her fire is feeding something in me that I don’t quite understand, but I’m also not sure I really care to.
Stepping towards her, I push her backwards.
“I’m not sorry I ruined your little virgin gang bang, or whatever the fuck was about to happen.
But you don’t get to come into my place of employment, looking and smelling like that ,” I spit.
“You should be grateful I stopped you from embarrassing yourself.”
“Looking and smelling like what, Axel?” she whispers breathily as I trap her against a wall with my body.
When I don’t answer, she trails her finger down my chest, slowly, until she reaches the waistband of my jeans. She tugs on it slightly, and something misfires in my brain. “Don’t,” I warn, rolling my eyes.
“What are you going to do about it?” Her pupils are blown out now as she licks her bright red painted lips, taunting me with a smirk that makes me want to wrap my palm around her throat and choke her until she passes out.
Instead of that amazing idea, I reach behind her head and wrap her long hair in my fist and tug her head back…
hard. “You know damn well what you look like,” I grit out harshly as I take in her cheeks that have pinkened since we started this little interaction.
My cock is getting painfully harder by the second.
If I don’t do something about it soon, I’m not convinced it won’t bust through the zipper that’s holding it back.
“You ruined my fun. I think you should fix it and make it up to me.” Her words are so breathy, they’re barely audible.
“How do you propose I do that?”
“Fuck me, Axel. It’s the least you can do.” I shouldn’t be surprised she’s begging me to fuck her, but I kind of am. She’s a wild child and if there’s one thing I should already know about this girl, is to expect the unexpected.
“I’m not going to take your virginity in the middle of Gravity, Wrinley.” I should, though. I should take her virgin cunt right here in the middle of the room and claim her as mine for everyone to see.
Her hand flies down and cups my cock. “But how else are you going to take care of this problem you have going on?”
Alright, little trainwreck. You started this game. I’ll play. “There are other ways to take care of that, but I don’t think you could handle it.”
She lets out a maniacal laugh. “So you’re going to punish me by refusing to fuck me, but you’ll let me suck your dick? That’s messed up.”
I give her a shrug. She has no idea what messed up things I’ve already done. This is nothing.
“Fine. I’ll suck your cock, but only because I like having cock in my mouth. Not because it’s you.” I’m not sure who she’s trying to convince. If I didn’t already know she’s never actually sucked cock before, I’d be enraged at her for taunting me with her expert knowledge.
“You’ll do it here,” I order.
“You think I’m pretty now. Wait ‘til I’m choosing your cock over oxygen.”
Holy shit.
“Prove it.” I palm the top of her head and push her onto her knees.
“I hate you,” she spits.
“I hate you, too.”
Wrinley
Okay, sucking my best friend’s older brother’s dick in the middle of a kink club was not on my to-do list when I walked through the doors this evening.
Am I disappointed that the dick I am about to receive will be going into the wrong hole?
Fuck yes, I am. But there’s no part of me that isn’t dying to see Axel’s cock–up close.
My soaked pussy sure is happy about this turn of events, and I’m going to take this as a sign that the pheromone perfume actually works, because in what world would this actually happen, otherwise?
“It’s not going to suck itself, Wrinley,” Axel scolds from above me and his words do nothing but spur me on. “You talk a big game. I sure hope you know what to do. The way you were acting with those assholes, you’d think you were a professional.”
In a poor attempt to hide my nerves, I glare up at him. “I know what to do. Do you?”
The feral growl that emanates from his throat sets my core on fire and only serves as motivation.
I reach for his jeans to undo the button and slide his zipper down, agonizingly slow.
When I see he’s not wearing underwear, the realization of what I’m about to do hits me like a punch to the gut as the anxiety sets in.
Except, I’m not about to give him the satisfaction of watching me chicken out.
I got myself into this, I’ll sure as fuck get myself out.
“Take it out, little trainwreck,” he orders, like I don’t already know what comes next.