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Diane glanced back over her shoulder, making sure there was no one behind her. God, this was ridiculous. Why did she feel so on edge? She was at her office, and cameras were everywhere in this parking lot. Nothing was going to happen. Shaking her head, she started the engine and drove out of the garage, heading home to another night alone.

Chapter 4

Vladimir Volkov grabbed the breast hovering a few inches above his mouth and bit hard on the nipple. The woman let out a scream and tried to jump back, but he held her in place. Then he forced her head down to his. When she kissed him hungrily, he tightened his grip on her hair. He traced a finger down her side, over the suspender belt and fishnets she wore. He pinged the strap against her thigh, and she groaned. Yeah, women loved a little pain.

Pushing her off, he undid his belt and released his cock. He leaned back in the leather chair and took a sip of his scotch, watching the woman get on her knees. She licked him like a lollipop and her hand massaged his shaft. This one was good. He’d have to remember her name.

Finishing his drink, he snapped his fingers. A topless waitress appeared with another. This sex club was exclusive. It took an introduction and one hundred thousand dollars to join. Once a member, you never wanted to leave. Any fantasy you wanted could be acted out here. There were public and private areas. Dancing girls, shows, every toy you could think of. No cameras, and no phones. Everyone was searched when they came in and again when they left. Discretion was key. Understandable, considering who some of the members were.

His cock throbbed. The girl was working it good. He placed a hand on the back of her head and pushed deeper into her mouth. She looked about mid-twenties, had a short black bob. Her lips were full, and the red lipstick was bright against her white skin.

“Deeper,” he commanded. “Faster.”

She did as she was told, bobbing her head up and down. He prided himself on how long he could last. He liked to push himself to his limit and beyond. Recognizing he was getting close, he pulled her off. She licked her lips, looking at him expectantly. Waiting for her next order. As all women should.

“Dance for me.”

The woman immediately moved. Slowly, seductively shifting her body and running her hands over her curves. He took hold of his cock and massaged. His gaze traveled around the room. He was in a public area where everyone could watch and enjoy each other. A man to his right was going down on a full figured, older woman. Eating her like she was his last meal. Across from him, two women were pleasuring each other while a man wanked himself. He nodded at the man, recognizing the senator. No one cared who anyone was here. It was all about pleasure. Or pain, if that was your thing.

His chosen girl was still dancing. She wore only suspenders and stockings and was quite a beautiful sight. This is what American women were born for. To be commanded, to do what they’re told, and provide pleasure. Whores. All of them.

“Fuck yourself,” he commanded. Instantly, she lowered her hands and slid her fingers inside herself.

“Come closer.” He sat up until his face was level with her pussy. He watched her fuck herself. Placing a hand over hers, he forced her fingers harder inside, reveling in her gasp. He looked up and met her eyes. She smiled and he pushed harder. This is why he loved this club. No one complained. Everyone did as they were told.

“Ride me.”

He smacked her on the ass, and she moved to put a condom on him then get into position. He thrust hard into her, and she took him. Moving up and down, her breasts bounced before his eyes. He reached for his drink, poured it over her chest, then licked it clean. He was close now. Holding her hips in place, he took over, pushing hard and fast. Closing his eyes and dropping his head back, he drove in over and over again, focusing on his own pleasure, his own release. A few seconds later, he emptied himself with a groan.

The woman stilled on top of him, waiting for her next order. He opened his eyes.

“We’re done. Clean me up.”

She climbed off him and left, returning moments later with a warm cloth. She removed the condom and wiped him down. He zipped up his pants and stood.

“What’s your name?” he asked.