“Devil, I’ll do anything,” Tiffany said. “Please, I’ve missed you.”
She started to rub at his lap, and his c**k stiffened. He’d not had a good f**k in a long time. Tiny and The Skulls had been accommodating, but he’d wanted to taste that sweet Angel, Lash’s woman. Lash didn’t believe in sharing, not that Devil took offence. If he had a woman like Angel, he wouldn’t want to share her either.
“Take my dick out and suck it,” he said. If she was going to start working his c**k the least she could do was suck it.
Down Tiffany went under the table pulling out his length.
“Hey, mate,” Vincent said, approaching the table. Shaking hands with the man he’d left to run the strip club, Devil found Tiffany’s mouth less than appealing. Still, it was better than looking at the bitch. “What brings you back here?”
“I’m looking for someone. I’ll tell you about it in the morning. For now, I just want to enjoy a few minutes relaxing. Who’s next?” he asked, nodding toward the stage.
“A new dancer, Lexie. You’ll like her.”
He was looking for a woman named Lexie. Devil tensed, wondering if by sheer luck the woman he was looking for was the same woman on the stage. It couldn’t be. His life wasn’t about sheer luck. There was no way the woman he was hunting for would be the same woman.
Sinking his fingers into Tiffany’s hair, he forced her to take all of his length, to swallow around the tip of his cock. Tiffany took him without question, sucking on his length.
“Here she is now.”
The stage lit up, and Devil’s interest was piqued. The woman on the stage was not like any of the other girls they employed. For one, she was much fuller than the woman between his legs. Her shape was clearly outlined in the corset she wore. Her h*ps flared out, and the stocking and suspenders went right to his dick. The black and pink set made her look sensual and innocent at the same time.
His c**k thickened more at the sight of the woman on the dance floor. The blonde hair reminded him a little of Angel. When he’d seen that sweet beauty he had wanted to start a war with The Skulls, but he’d seen the love she had for Lash and decided against it. The woman on stage turned around, and he saw her face was as beautiful as the rest of her. Forgetting her face, he glanced down her body to see the size of her tits. Fuck, he wanted to bury his head in that rack and see her bouncing above his cock.
Speeding up Tiffany’s movements, he watched the woman before him tease all of the men. Her gaze stared blindly out into the audience. She looked far away. Her body swayed to the music, and he knew she didn’t give a f**k about the men out of her own little world.
Slowly, she started to work off her kit. Her full, curvy body worked the room. He knew every single man was horny and wanted to see her tits naked. Devil was getting f**king horny just to have a look at her.
When the corset finally came off, Devil erupted filling Tiffany’s mouth with his cum as he got off on the woman on stage. Her tits were f**king beautiful. They were ripe, with large red tipped ni**les. She worked down the pole, spreading her legs and showing the men her covered pu**y.
All too soon the song ended, the stage went blank, and the entire crowd was in uproar. They wanted to see all of the goods. Tiffany climbed out from under the table, wiping his cum away from her mouth.
“She always leaves men wanting more. It’s why she gets regular customers hoping for a glimpse at her,” Vincent said.
“I want to meet her,” Devil said, standing up and adjusting his cock.
“What? I just sucked your dick. You can’t do that.” Tiffany had her hands on h*ps as she glared at him.
Grabbing her arm, he hauled her up close. “Don’t think for a second you have any f**king claim over me. You’re good for one thing and one thing only, to be available for me to f**k. Get out of here, f**king crack-whore.”
He threw her off him, looking at Vincent. Tiffany crashed to the ground, and no one helped her up. She was a whore and was only looking for a man to keep her in coke. He didn’t mind being around drugs, but he didn’t take the shit himself. Some of his men had lost their lives taking shit, and he asked them to keep their habit in f**king check.
Being on the open road with no rules meant he couldn’t screw up other peoples wants either. Drug taking was not on his list, but he asked his men to keep it together.
“Follow me. She’ll be leaving soon.”
Vincent took him around to the dressing rooms as another woman came on stage. His men were surrounded by women. Devil knew when they came to town, women flocked to them.
“Lex, we’re coming in. A friend wants to meet you.” Vincent opened the door, and they found her putting on some jeans. The sexy corset had been replaced by a simple cotton bra. Devil wanted to cry at the sin of putting those babies away.
“What can I do for you, Vincent? You said I only had to dance.”
Her voice was so f**king sweet. He’d been on the road too long listening to women with attitudes who were a bit long in the tooth and too long into the lifestyle. This woman was fresh faced and … young. He’d not expected her to be so young. She couldn’t be older than twenty if that.
“Devil wanted to meet you.”
Walking into the room he realized how small she actually was. Her head only came to his chest.
“I don’t do any extras.”
“I’m not after extras. You can go, Vincent.” He didn’t wait for the man to say anything. Vincent left leaving him alone with the stunning woman with big tits. He reached out surprised when she flinched away from him. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Okay.” She looked doubtful even though she didn’t pull away.
Did she have a man who beat her?
“Is there someone waiting for you? A husband, boyfriend?”
“No, no one.” She started to bite her lip, stuttering.
“I’m not going to hurt you at all.” He pushed some hair off her shoulder, caressing her cheek. She was heavily made up with makeup. Devil didn’t like it. He wanted to know what she looked like without all the artifice.
Bending down, he brushed her lips with his as he gripped her ass, drawing her closer. She was tense against him. His c**k hardened, wanting inside her tight, hot body.
“What will it take to make you mine for the night?” he asked. All of his men would be envious of him for getting this hot little piece for the night.
Her body grew tenser if that was even possible. “I’m not a whore. I’m not for sale.”