Chapter One

 

 

 

Boss saw her standing there at the bar. She was probably late 20's and to his well-trained eyes, just what Club 738 needed. Her ass looked so inviting, constrained in her tight, black skirt, her thong etched out in smooth curves.

 

He stared at her from across the bar, knowing it wouldn't take her long to notice him. He was used to women finding him attractive. Even though he was young, he carried himself with the ease, security, and arrogance that power and privilege brought. He was impeccably dressed in a white shirt, tie, and dark suit, despite the heat in the club.

 

Just for a moment, he met her bright, green eyes. Then she looked away, almost too quickly. A small smile played at the corner of his mouth, as if he knew what was already happening inside her. His cock was bone hard and ached as it pulsated with every beat of his pounding heart. When his cock got this hard, he couldn't think anymore.

 

Right now, his cock was so hard he would've fucked his mom; forcing her legs hard up against her breasts, sucking her tongue into his mouth if he could. When he was aroused as this, his cock didn't have a heart or a conscience. This made him the perfect owner and manager of a place like Club 738.

 

He knew he had to have her; for the club, and most of all for himself first. And, he knew it had to be soon if not now. He knew what to do: he'd done it hundreds of times. The older well-dressed man chatting her up was having trouble keeping his mind on their conversation. Every now and then, his eyes would linger that moment to long on her large breasts and her long, toned silk encased legs.

 

Boss made his move, joining them at the bar and introducing himself. He could see she was relieved to be rescued from the boring conversation she was trying to have in between the man's leering at her cleavage. Sensing he was out of the game, the man scurried off leaving Boss and the woman smiling at each other.

 

She looked him in the eyes and said, "Is everything okay?" before looking back down to the outline of his barely constrained cock.

 

The woman continued to stare at his crotch, as if it had her hypnotized. The snugness of his suit pants clearly hugged the outline of his large, erect cock. It was both impressive, and almost frightening how far his bulge stuck out, and how far it stretched across his groin.

 

With perfect clarity, he knew she could see the outline of his cock through his pants, pushing and straining against the light, wool fabric. She dragged her eyes away and looked up at him, meeting his dark brown eyes.

 

He saw her eyes widen and her nipples harden under her sheer blouse. Their eyes met and she saw his unspoken cue to follow him. He invited her back to his apartment for a drink, and she smiled and asked him to get her coat for her. It was that easy.

 

The car and driver were already waiting at the outside and with a motion of his hand; he guided her into the backseat. On the way back to his apartment, he didn't touch her or sit close to her, only making some small talk.

 

The woman mostly kept her eyes planted on the seat opposite, knowing if she looked him in the eyes again, or at his erection, she would lose what small part of self-control she still had.

 

As the car cruised through the empty streets, he thought about the musky odor she would reek of when he finally got her thong off. The thatch of dark hair that would beg to be parted, to show him her pink, engorged pussy lips that would beg to be rubbed, squeezed, and spread. Fucked until they swelled, and clenched around his hard throbbing cock.

 

As soon as they reached his apartment, she told him she needed to use the bathroom, and he showed her the way. She was taking her time in there, and when he put his ear against the door, he heard moaning and heavy breathing, which aroused him even more. Now, he wanted to pump her womb full of thick, burning seed.

 

Anticipating what was to come; he headed back into the living room and opened a bottle of champagne, filling their glasses. When she finally came back into the room, she had re-styled her hair and it now cascaded over her shoulders.

 

As she stood in front of him, he noticed the alcohol, combined with her masturbation had left her feeling relaxed. He invited her to sit in his lap, telling her it was "the best seat in the house." She giggled as she sat down and he smelt toothpaste mixed with whiskey escape her mouth.

 

Boss put his arms around her and cupped her breasts through her transparent blouse. His hands were big but her breasts filled them as he softly squeezed.