Exclusive Diamond Gentleman’s Club

The deep, seductive bass of the music coursed through my body as soon as I stepped into the crowded member’s only Diamond Gentleman’s Club at Hotel W, breathing air heavy with smoke and sweat and the heat of the balmy summer night – intoxicating. The flashing lights had me vying for balance as I moved through the crowds of twisting, writhing dancers. I went upstairs to the office so I could watch the crowd from there. Liz Davis is 25 year old aspiring country singer trying to make in the music industry. She is an attractive blonde with suductive curvy body, medium size breasts and a nice ass.
I was watching the crowd when my guest a tall slender curvy young woman caught my attention as she walked in. I went down to the gathering introducing myself to her. Liz smiled meeting my eyes, I nodded slightly at her as I came closer, reaching around her waist, pulling her hips towards me. We moved together, our sweat soaking through layers of clothing and mingling trickling down between her breasts. My hands rested against the small of her back, her ass, her neck. She took in my scent –
musty and masculine.
Our movements became continually more carnal, my hands moving up the back of her shirt to rest on her skin and my face close to hers. She could feel my breath hot against her neck and my teeth at my ear as I whispered: ” I want you, stranger.” Our lips met ravenously. My tongue rubbed tantalizingly against hers as she wound her fingers in my hair and ground her hips against my thigh. I trapped her lip in my teeth as her hand found my cock, rock hard under my jeans. Her breath caught in her throat. Enough of these
preliminaries.
I pulled her through the crowd towards the door. We took the elevator up to the penthouse. I put on some
music while this beautiful young woman lounged on the couch. I leaned toward her ear and offered her another drink. She looked at me over her drink, taking in my tanned skin and salt and pepper hair. I looked sophisticated and she thought I was really sexy in an unassuming way. She got up saying she really needed to leave. I looked pretty pissed off but didn’t make a big deal of it, just turned and walked away from her. She breathed a sigh of relief and left, pulling the elastic tying back her long blonde hair and letting it fall around her shoulders. She ran her fingers through her hair shaking it loose as she walked, then looped the elastic in a knot with the spare she had with her, putting them both in the pocket of her jeans.
The streets were quiet and deserted and she looked up at the stars as she walked, humming to herself and glad to be out on such a beautiful night. Walking along the long road beside the industrial estate she paused, thinking she had heard a sound. She looked around but there was nothing there, no sounds and no movement. She laughed at herself shaking her head and decided to take a left and cut through the park to get to the hotel; it would be beautiful bathed in the moonlight and always smells of flowers in the summer. She stepped out onto the tree lined path that stretched from one end of the park to the other and began to walk along it, taking a deep breath of the fragrant air.
She froze when she heard a scrape behind her, heart racing and the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. A cat shot past her out of the darkness and she heaved a sigh of relief, watching the animal disappear into the darkness once more and feeling her body relax. Suddenly her arms were pulled behind her back and held firmly in place while a strong hand grabbed her by the throat. She struggled to get her way, her shoulders screaming in protest and she took a deep breath to scream when the hand at her throat squeezed, cutting off her air supply.
She was pushed face first against a tree, scraping the skin of her cheek and the flesh of her breasts exposed by the low cut top she wore. A knee was jammed between her thighs knocking her feet apart and forcing her harder against the tree. It all happened in a matter of seconds but it seemed longer as her head swam and she struggled to breathe. The grip on her throat loosened and she choked, gasping in the cool sweet air. Her attacker was pressed against her pinning her to the tree with her arms locked in a tight grip behind her back.
The arm holding them in place shifted and she felt a hand dip into the pocket of her jeans where she had the elastics. She suddenly realised she must have been followed all the way from the club and in her moment of anger she struggled and jerked her head back, connecting hard with her my face. I cursed and pushed into her hard, pulling the elastics from her pocket. All the air was knocked out of her and black dots exploded in her field of vision as she silently begged to be allowed to breathe. I pressed my lips to her ear and in a husky whisper I told her “ listen close you little vixen, I’ll only say this once. If you want a contract with music label, you won’t piss me off again. I’ll let you breathe now Understand?” She nodded and I loosened my grip.