I tipped the bottle back to my lips and let the liquid coat my empty stomach. A woman across the room had been watching me since I came back into the VIP section, but she didn’t say anything. She’d come with the girl on the floor, and it was obvious she was only here for the party. I sat forward, careful not to tip over, and I signaled her over with the crook of my finger. A devilish smile spread across her face, and she stood up and did her best to walk sexily over to me. I could already see she was wobbling on the sky-high heels she had on.
“You have an eye problem?” I asked as she stopped in front of me.
“No. I was just admiring my surroundings.” She spoke softly.
“Hmm, is that so?” I stood up, widening my stance to keep my balance. I towered over her even in her heels. “What would you say if I told you I had something else for you to admire?” I raised my bottle to my lips and took another large gulp.
She licked her lips slowly and moved closer to me. She let her rhinestone-encrusted nail trail along my shirt, playing with each button as she passed it. “I’d say, I love to. Your place or mine?”
I scoffed at the idea of anyone seeing me outside of this room with her, “Neither, get on your knees now.”
She blinked a few times and chuckled.
“Oh, I see, you’re deaf. Let me help you out.” I put my hand on her head and pushed down. She was hesitant for a second, but then she fell softly to her knees. She looked around for a few seconds and noticed she’d already become the center of attention. I didn’t hold her there; she could have gotten up if she wanted to, but instead, she smiled up at me and began to unbuckle my pants.
I was never one to suffer from whiskey dick and was already hard and ready to go by the time she got my cock out of my pants. She pressed her pretty painted lips to the tip and kissed it like it was to be cherished. I didn’t have the patience for that shit. I pinched her nose until she opened her mouth wide, and I fucked her throat. The gagging sounds she made echoed in the room, drawing the crowd in the room to creep closer to where we were.
“That’s what the fuck I’m talking about.” One of the other men in the room bent down to grab the woman between my legs and lift her to a standing position. I don’t know if it was because we were doing this out in the open or because the man was high out of his mind, but I punched him directly in his face. Who the fuck did he think he was?
“Ah, what the fuck man! What did you do that for?” He whimpered and stayed sitting on the floor, looking up at me like a whipped dog.
“Get the fuck off my cunt. If you want a turn after I’m done with her, then you do that. Until then, your bitch ass can go in the corner and watch the master at work.” I glared at him, waiting for him to step up as a man and hit me back. Of course, that shit didn’t happen. He turned back over to his hands and knees and crawled over to the corner.
I grabbed the woman by the back of her head and turned her face back to my cock. She’d stopped to see what was going on behind her, but now I wanted her attention back on me. Instead of the soft kisses she had started with, this time, she knew what I wanted. Without any encouragement from me, she took my entire dick in her mouth as far as she could. She gagged hard a few times, but as fucked up as I was, I didn’t even care if she were to throw up or choke. I just wanted my nut.
I let her suck me off, but for the life of me, I couldn’t get to the end. “Get up.” I grabbed her hard by her hair, and she hissed as she stood up. As she made her way up to my face, she quickly let her tongue snake out, and she licked my mouth.
“Bitch.” I gathered the saliva in my mouth and spat directly in her face. She laughed and used her fingers to wipe it around her mouth.
I pulled her head back harder and used my other hand to grip her jaw.
“You’re a dirty slut, ain’t you?”
“I’ll be anything you want me to be, baby.”
“Yeah, I know. I know you will.” I quickly turned her around and lifted her silver sequin skirt around her waist. Her ass was plump and bare; she had no underwear on. I pushed her head down and bent her at the waist so she could grab her ankles. As she assumed the position, I noticed a few women were fucking the other men or touching themselves. I was here to get away from all the drama of my day by starring in my very own orgy. God, I loved my life.
“You, give me that remote,” I ordered one of the women already three fingers deep into her pussy. She moaned as she slid her fingers out of her snatch, walked over to me, leaned over, and picked up the remote from the table. When she reached over and gave it to me, she made sure to keep eye contact. She wanted a piece of me, but it wasn’t going to happen.
“Lay right there and play with that wet pussy; I want you to come while I fuck her.” She smiled big and laid on the floor right next to me, spreading her legs wide, so I could watch her rubbing her clit.
I pressed a few buttons on the remote, and a few seconds later, the walls hiding us from the packed nightclub changed from opaque to crystal clear. I waited for someone to get up and leave, for one of the women to scream and pull the random dicks out of their mouths, but no one stopped.
The entire room was fitted with two-way glass, no one could see into the room, but I was the only one who knew that. These people were all willing to put on a show for the strangers outside. That’s the kind of company I keep.
The flashing strobe lights bounced off the walls outside; it was near hypnotizing. I grabbed a condom out of my pocket, slipped it on, and proceed to slide my dick into her slick pussy. She moaned and tried to reach around to grab my legs. I had to crouch in an awkward position so that I could get deep inside of her. I pounded away and waited for the excitement or pleasure to overtake me, but like always, I felt nothing. I didn’t even know why I bothered to bed women anymore. Even the release I had with the most beautiful of women did nothing to break through the numbness. At this point, orgasms were just another bodily function like eating protein or washing my ass. I only did it because it was the accepted norm.
I pumped into her, stopping only for a second to bend down and get my drink. She moaned and screamed. The woman on the floor was coming all over her hand, and several other men had already shot their loads over the women they were entertaining. Everyone was having the time of their lives, drunk and getting off. Everyone but me.
I brought the bottle up to my lips, but instead of the firewater that I was expecting, all I felt were a few drops against my mouth. I’d finished the bottle. I threw the bottle on the floor and watched as it shattered. The glint of the light against the shards, holding my attention longer than the woman on my dick.
“Oh god, yes, Cassian. I’m coming. Yes!” She screamed louder. I felt a ripple go through my body, but that was all. I glanced down where our bodies met and could see the semen pooling at the top of my shaft under the sheath.
“What the fuck?” My tongue was heavier than usual. I’d come already and didn’t even feel it.
I pushed the woman off me, and she stumbled forward, not even bothering to feign anger. “Oh, Cassian, let’s go again. Please. Do you have any more blow? Just one more?”
I rolled my eyes and dug into my pocket; I had a small bump left, and I dropped it on the floor in front of her. She scrambled to pick it up and tried to grab my leg as I went to walk over her.