“Mr. King, welcome back to The Paradise Club.” Vixen grins, entering the room.
It doesn’t feel right being here in this room without Elle. I know I’m being stupid, but I need to know if it’s Elle who makes it feel this good or if it’s the club in general.
I feel like I might be projecting my lust for her because she’s the first woman since Miranda I’ve fucked. It’s like I’ve imprinted on her somehow. That’s not her fault, especially if she doesn’t feel the same electricity between us as I do.
“It’s nice to see you again,” I tell Vixen. She’s a gorgeous woman, and my dick appreciates what it sees, but my head doesn’t seem to be in the game.
“You okay, Mr. King?” Vixen asks as she looks me over, sensing my inner thoughts.
“Sorry, been a hard day. Have a lot on my mind, that’s all,” I tell her, waving my hands in the air dramatically.
Yeah, I’m such a loser.
“Lucky you’ve come to the club then. I can take all your stress away. How does that sound?” she asks, then she licks her lips.
“Great,” I mumble while my head flicks to images of Elle.
Stop it!I curse myself.
Concentrate on the beautiful woman before you instead of flicking your mind to Elle all the damn time.
“Take a seat, Mr. King, and relax,” Vixen purrs, leading me over to an armchair.
I take a seat in the plush leather and close my eyes for the briefest of moments.
“Here … looks like you might need this,” she says, handing me a tumbler of amber liquid.
I knock it back in one large gulp, the whiskey burning down my throat.
Vixen’s eyes widen at me shooting the whiskey, but she doesn’t say anything. Then she falls to her knees in front of me and begins to unzip my pants.
I let her.
Her hands move swiftly, pulling me from my underwear.
Embarrassingly, my dick doesn’t come to life.
“You really are stressed. I promise I’ll make itallbetter,” Vixen muses as she wraps her mouth around my dick and starts working her magic.
It’s hard for my dick not to appreciate the hot little mouth trying to bring it back to life, and he, of course, starts to thicken with each bob of her head in my crotch, but my mind is elsewhere.
Look, Vixen is incredibly talented, and my dick is appreciating the shit out of the blow job, but my body keeps tensing because I know that’s not the mouth I want to be wrapped around my dick.
Push through it, Ali.You cannot be losing your mind over a woman you can’t have.
I look down and see Vixen’s black hair, and it doesn’t look right.
“Vixen,” I call out her name as I tap her on the shoulder.
She lets go of my dick with a pop and looks up at me wide-eyed.
“I don’t think I can switch off from work. I’m sorry. I don’t want to waste your time.”
“My ears work just as well as my mouth, you know.” She gives me a wink as she slides my dick back into my pants.
“Am I weird for turning down your expert blow job?”
“Never. It makes you human, Mr. King. Sometimes a blow job won’t fix things,” she says, giving me a wide smile.