“I came with my friend,” she said bravely. “My friend Jennelle said this was an exclusive place, and we could get in if we talked to a couple guys. Of course,” she said thoughtfully. “I didn’t think it was exactly like this.”
“You mean with the shrubs everywhere?” I drawled, leaning back in my chair, gesturing at the abundance of plants. “I admit, bushes wasn’t exactly what I expected either,” I added dryly.
The brunette tilted her head back and laughed softly, eyes sparkling.
“No, it’s not the vegetation, although yeah, that was unexpected,” she said with a shy smile. “It’s everything. I didn’t realize we’d be meeting guys.”
My brows flew up, amused.
“But I thought your friend said you were gonna talk with men to get in,” I drawled. “What did you think that meant?”
The girl blushed then.
“Well, I guess I just didn’t realize that we’d be, you know, talking one-on-one,” she murmured. And looking up, she took a deep breath and met my gaze squarely. “I didn’t realize I’d be separated from Jennelle,” she said firmly. “I thought we’d be together, that we’d chat with men together. Not like this,” she said, gesturing to our private space.
I leaned back in my chair, giving the impression of relaxation but actually every cell in my body was attuned towards the brunette, to the youth and innocence she projected.
“So has the experience met your expectations?” I drawled. “Have you had a good time tonight?”
The brunette bit her lip again, looking down before meeting my gaze with a wicked smile.
“Well, I’ve been okay but I think some of the guys I met don’t feel the same,” she said with an amused smile playing about her lips.
I almost shouted with laughter at that.
“What, you’ve been terrorizing the clients here?” I asked dryly. It wasn’t impossible, the girls had been a fucking letdown, who knows, maybe the guys were too. And my instinct was right on the money because Abigail shot me another brilliant smile and nodded.
“The last guy I met got his food from the garbage,” she murmured softly. “And he seemed really disappointed when I said I wasn’t going to do the same.”
I snorted then, bourbon almost flying out my nose.
“Seriously?” I growled. “What the fuck?”
But the woman nodded, a smile playing about her lips.
“It was pretty crazy,” she admitted. “He was really judgmental when I said I wouldn’t go with him to the dump to look for rotted fruit to eat.”
And I leaned my head back and roared with laughter then. Because within two minutes, the woman had already proved her worth. Abigail was witty, delightful to look at, with a sense of humor that was both dry and deprecating. In short, she was perfect Billionaires Club material, and I wanted to get a closer look, to learn what she was about.
“So why did you stick around?” I drawled, eyes like coals. “If the first client was such a dud, why did you stick around to meet a second?”
Abigail shot me a shimmering smile again.
“One was bad, but second time’s the charm, right?” she said. “Maybe the second time will be better.”
And with that, I couldn’t resist anymore. I had to see the goods, I had to see if she had the drive to make it happen, the desire, the warmth, the heat that all our best girls have. And so with a flick of my wrist, I undid my zip, cock popping out at full length. Oh yeah, despite the fact that we’d had nothing but a few minutes of witty banter, her looks and sparkling personality had made me fuck-all hard and I was ready to ream, ready to play on a moment’s notice.
“So honey,” I drawled, eyes hot on that sweet body. “Did they tell you what else to expect at the Club?”
Abigail didn’t answer then, eyes going wide, fixed on my massive shaft. And I don’t blame her. My cock at its best is ten inches long and wide all around, girls choke on this shit, saliva running down their chins as they try to take the monster deep into their throats. But Abby looked like a winner. The girl was young and elastic, I was sure that throat could stretch, I was sure those plush lips would circle my dick with no trouble at all.
“Um,” she stuttered, brown eyes wide, unable to look away. “Um.”
I leaned back, one huge fist gripping my cock at the base, slowly stroking up and down the thickness.
“Cat got your tongue?” I drawled. “What did you think was going to happen at the club?”
And the girl’s eyes flicked to me then, scared and nervous but also a desperately aroused.
“They didn’t say anything,” she whispered. “It was my friend Jennelle.”
I didn’t look away from her for an instant, our eye contact electric.
“Well what did Jennelle tell you then?” I growled once more, leaning back like it was perfectly normal to stroke yourself in front of a girl you’d just met two minutes before, to pull out your willy and give yourself a good rubdown. “What did this Jennelle tell you?”