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owned by one of my best friends, Calvin King, better known to you as Charlie s husband. It is a
membership only club, and all precautions are taken to ensure everyone s safety, including
background checks. It s perfect for me because it is also completely anonymous. Everyone has to
wear a mask, and nobody can speak. See? Perfect.
I m in a piss poor mood, so I m not as friendly with Monica, the girl at the door, as I usually am.
She must see it on my face because she doesn t press me. I grab my nametag and in-house messenger
from her as I slide my mask down my forehead. She raises an eyebrow in question and I know
exactly what she is asking. Yes, I need a key for a VIP room tonight. She hands me an oversized
brass key and I briefly enjoy the familiar bite of sharp, cold metal on my palm. The irony not lost on
me that I ve already unlocked one too many doors today.
An attractive red head catches my eye from across the room. She is tall and statuesque. Not my
usual go to type soft and petite - but today of all days is time to shake it up. We text back and forth
a few times, trying to feel her out, see what she is looking for. When she writes the magic words no
strings attached, I send her the room number and ask her to meet me up there in ten minutes. I need to
have another drink first. Work today was nothing short of a mind fuck, and I can t seem to shake it.
Please let this girl solve my problem, I send up a silent prayer.
I shut and lock the bedroom door before turning to find Big Red, as I ve dubbed her, standing by
the end of the bed. I rip my shirt over my head as I cross the room to her and wrap my arms around
her waist, pulling her tight against me as my lips descend on hers. She moans and grips my shoulders.
I lift her so that she wraps her arms and legs around me, then I crawl up onto the bed with her,
putting her under me. Something feels off about it. I try to ignore it, try not to think about how wrong it
feels to have this woman under me. What the fuck is wrong with me? She is gorgeous and she has
huge boobs. I ve always loved a big rack. Loved? I am momentarily shocked by my past tense
thoughts. I lift my head and stare down at her beautifully flushed face, at least what I can see of it.
She draws her brows in concern as if to ask, "You okay?"
I shake my head to clear it and try to give her a smile. Nodding down at her. But I am completely
distracted, my mind drifting to a hard body with firm lips.
She pouts, clearly seeing that I m not all here with her. Trying to keep my attention, she rolls us
so that she is on top, and then wiggles her way down my body.
I wait for the curl of desire to hit me, but it never happens. Even as she undoes my jeans and
pulls them off, I remain soft. Big Red kneels between my legs, her eyebrows furrowed.
I follow her line of sight to find my flaccid cock, laying across my hip. I gently push her head
back toward my limp dick, encouraging her to keep going, hoping that if she touches me I will get
hard.
She shrugs before bending down to drag her tongue down the length of my cock. I close
my eyes and let her do her thing. She licks me a few more times before pulling me into her mouth. No
matter how good it feels, the only thing that I can think is that it s not Chance and his capable mouth.
Fuck! This can t be happening! I shove Chance from my mind and try to focus on Big Red and what
she s doing. Even after a couple of minutes of her sucking my dick, I still haven't gotten hard.
Thank god I didn t call one of my fuck buddies. Anonymity is my best friend. Can you just picture
the headlines: Parker Hamilton has a new role& the eunuch!
Big Red pulls back, sitting on her heels, giving me an expectant look.
I groan and cover my face with my hands. I feel the bed move as she gets up to gather her clothes.
I feel bad. Awful. I wish I could tell her that it isn t her, but rules are rules and I can t speak. She
starts dressing quickly, probably trying to escape humiliation. Meanwhile, I m the one who should be
mortified. I send her a quick message telling her, hoping to soften the blow.
Ham Bone #069: I m sorry. It isn t u
Red Apple #331: Whatever, asshole
Ham Bone #069: Come on, don t be like that
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