Bridgeport Lounge, 1st and Henley, Southport, New Jersey.....
Awful music had been about the only thing off-putting about the established nightly hotspot that had been The Bridgeport Lounge. Ron Hemming had frequented the place more often than not in the past and with Savannah staying over at the Runnels' place for the weekend it was the ideal place to be. He had concerns about the involvement of Karlos Aventium in the chaos that had rocked Southport and his father's lack of forewarning him about the possibility beforehand. Feeling decidedly embittered, Ron turned his attention to the swirling round of dark brown liquor that had been elegantly taking the shape of the fat round-bottomed glass that he gripped in his firm right hand between long pale fingers. The pulsing beat, bright lights of blue and pink neon lights with a dash of violet had been just the thing to facilitate a much-needed change in scenery.
If he were being honest, the dry ice and the lovely and seemingly erotic groups of half-naked ladies dancing at the various tables and on the high-tech stages had been excellent distractions as well. Ron sat back against the booth of his usual V.I.P. seat, with his free arm along the back cushion and his other hand still on his drink, in the very back of the club and noticed a few ladies that no doubt caught his frequently color-shifting and notoriously wandering eye.
A few of the girls had come up to him, their eyes flickering with desire and ambition alike as they sat both elegant in their nature and half-naked to provide the kind of service he'd been specifically used to.
"You appear to be quite lonely as of late Mr. Hemming." said one of them sitting down on the booth beside him.
"Please allow us to keep you company." said the other as she slowly scooted on the other side of him.
Ron offered up a rather charming smirk as the ladies seemed to scoot closer both running a sure hand along each of his heavily muscled thighs and sending rather intriguing electrically charged primal impulses straight to the large muscle-bound model's enormous wayward cock which immediately tented his black suit slacks.
Both the girls, one a brunette and the other a blonde seemed to take notice as a wicked and rather intrigued smile filed across their lovely makeup-covered faces. The glow of the lights gave their skin a sort of blueish-pale hue and Ron smirked at the sensation of them both stroking his cock via the bulge in his slacks. He felt the boldest of them unzip him and fish it out noting her shocked gasp at his size and hardness respectively. The other girl smiled and leaned forward kissing his lips as she moved her hand along his chest slipping her soft delicate fingers behind the opening of his dress shirt and noting how hard his pectoral muscles had been in the wake of removing the shirt from her line of vision.
"Mmmm." she moaned biting her lower lip as she felt herself given to the almost palpable sway of his intoxicating scent.
Ron had smirked knowing all too well that his natural wolfish pheromones had been what was getting to the brunette as she sought to kiss him longer running her free hand along his face and stroking his bearded cheek as if desperate for more contact with him.
The blonde had been more interested in Ron's massive pale cock as she slowly ran her hands up and down its length noting the girth had been unable to fit into one of her hands as she sought to use the other. Ron smirked enjoying the feeling of her hands on his most sensitive organ and the brunette's tongue in his mouth as they sat amid the pulsing music and the shifting of his hazel eyes began to reflect the none-to-subtle desire he had for taking them both.
A low hiss passed through his pale lips as he gripped the blonde who had been stroking his cock and watched as she adjusted herself to be impaled at a slow and agonizing pace.
Ron grunted as he felt her full weight on his cock and she leaned close to him amid the smoke and the pulsing rhythms. The brunette still kissed him her tongue still dancing in his mouth as he pulled her close as well while enjoying the sensation of the blonde fully riding his cock as he gripped her waist to help keep her upright.
She seemed to be having a good time sliding up and down his cock as it pulsed and throbbed inside the tight slickness it had begun to become accustomed to. The blonde moaned as she leaned closer to Ron's chest pressing her breasts against him as she rode him losing herself in the sensation of his massive cock invading her at her own pace.
The brunette seemed disappointed she couldn't have a turn as Ron smirked and opted to slide his fingers inside her skirt and causing her to moan as she rode his long pale fingers while kissing his lips and sucking on his tongue. He thrust his hips a bit with the blonde still riding him desperate for more friction as this was merely a taste of what he'd wanted when she first climbed onto him.
The blonde pushed the brunette out of the way and began riding Ron's cock in earnest as she wrapped her arms around his neck as if desperate for more contact and took him in deeper as he thrust harder and more frequently into her tightness as the moans poured from her open mouth and she began to lose herself in the sensation building within her.
"You feel so good inside me baby." she moaned in Ron's ear.
He smirked wondering how much more money he'd have if he was paid a dollar for every time a woman or man had told him that when in the midst of riding his cock. The brunette watched them more than a little bitter about having to be sidelined but plotting all the while to enjoy him herself on her own terms once they had been done. She had no doubt in her mind that she'd enjoy Ron's cock as much as her associate as if the constant moans had been any sort of ringing endorsement for her to try it for herself.
The beauty of being in the V.I.P. section of the club meant fewer nosy guards and patrons being in one's face or business due to the amount of money spent for the privilege or privacy in a public location.
Ron continued to pump his hips upward into the still-moaning blonde that continued to cling to him. The music and dim neon lights were more than enough to drown out the noises from their intense act and keep unwanted attention off them. As Ron thrust into the blonde he noticed the brunette had not taken her eyes off them and that the blonde seemed to have been more turned on by it as she rode him moaning and whimpering at the feel of him and the increase in pace between them.
The two of them seemed to lose track of time and the number of songs that passed as Ron gave as good as he got before his cock throbbed and he filled the eager blonde with his thick hot seed making her nearly scream as she pressed her mouth to his before going limp on his lap and finally climbing off him after catching her breath.
The Brunette had not waited for Ron to recover before climbing into his lap herself already ready and eager for a go at him. Ron smirked as his cock seemed to be just as eager as she was despite his most recent sticky release. There were some perks to being an immortal werewolf and a vast amount of stamina had been one of them.