Dean walked into the club. When he was 21 and was able to access his trust fund, his friend J.B Marcus (the one who collected V-cards), who really had no plans for the future, decided that his talents would best be used as an owner of a "gentleman's club." When he needed an investor, her immediately called Dean. And Dean, being who he was, decided that he would invest. He was pleased with his choice since it turned out to be a success. The club, called Erotiche (Italian for sex), was located in Beverly Crest, not far from Rodeo Drive. It was where the elite went to spend a private evening. Dean had given J.B. 2 million, and in the first year, it turned a six million dollar profit. It has only grown since, and Dean had his investment returned quickly and has been making millions off of it ever since.
Dean Driscoll lived a double life. To his parents, co-workers, and the rest of his family and friends, he was a mild-mannered guy who devoted himself to his family and his job. To a circle of people in L.A., he was Mr. Driscoll, a strip club-owning, womanizing, arrogant, flashy, slightly douchie kind of man. Kind of like he was in high school but on steroids. Subconsciously it was this personality that had zero problems fucking his beautiful baby sister.
He threw the keys to his Mazzaratti to the young valet—not that it was going very far. The high-end sports cars were always parked up front by the entrance to enhance the club's high-end quality.
He looked at the line that looked like it was metaphorically a mile long. This brought a small smile to his face, which his face had been missing since he had left his parent's house on Thanksgiving.
"Mr. Driscoll, how are you this evening? It has been a while since you have come to see us. To what do we owe this honor?" Kenneth, the doorman, asked.
"Just coming in to see how my investment is doing. I would like to know if Anastasia is working tonight."
"Ah, Anastasia is, in fact, working the VIP room this evening, but I am sure she will give you private services."
"Good to know. Tell J.B. I am here, and I am on my way up to the office. I want to talk to him."
"Yes, Sir. Should I give Anastasia a heads-up?"
"My cock is still deciding what it would like to do this evening."
Kenneth gave him an evil smile. "I fully understand, Sir. I will say, if you are looking to blow off some real steam, Lady Angela is working this evening." He bounced his brows.
"Really? She hasn't been here for a while. Her services might be exactly what my cock is looking for."
"She is making the rounds trying to drum up some clients for her ever-expanding network. The Dark House has become very popular. Maybe you should see if she would like an investor."
"Maybe I will, Kenneth. Maybe I will." He patted him on the shoulder. "About fifty people down the line, there are three women who need to be let in. One is wearing a short red dress with criss-cross straps that cover her tits."
"I understand, Sir. I will get Pete to go pull them out and bring them in."
"Their first drinks are on the house. They look like Cosmo kind of drinkers." He tucked three hundred dollar bills in Kenneth's suit coat pocket. Give Dewey a hundred and keep the rest.
"I'll see to it. He's been doing a good job. Good kid. I think he'd work for free. He loves driving the exotic cars, even if it's only a few feet."
"Good to hear." He puts another two hundred in Kenneth's pocket. Make it two hundred. Keep the rest."
"Did I ever tell you that you are my favorite owner?"
"Considering my competition, I am not sure if I should take that as a compliment." They both laughed, and Dean made his way into the club.
He made his way to the bar. He needed a stiff drink. He was still bothered by what had transpired the last time he had been home. He knew deep down that Tink won't call things off with Alex. He knew that Alex would marry her in a heartbeat. Something that Dean could never do no matter how much he wanted to in the future. Even if they were meant to be. It would have taken an act of God for that to happen, and God wouldn't exactly approve of what they were doing, so he doubted that he would do him a solid.
He sat down on a stool at the end of the bar.
"Hoo-lee shit. Dean Driscoll, as I live and breathe. I was beginning to think you went into witness protection."
"I put people in witness protection, Rakesh. Well, actually, I put people in USP, but hey, six of one, half a dozen the other."
"I'm glad to see you; whatever it is you've been up to, I don't want to know. What can I get you?"
"Get me a double of Pappy Van Winkle. Neat."
"Wow, talk about drinking the good stuff."
"Rakesh, I own the fucking place. All I will ever drink is the good stuff."
"Must be nice."
He grabbed the key from the till. The "good stuff" was kept under lock and key. Pappy Van Winkle, also known as Old Rip Van Winkle, was over a thousand dollars a bottle. To Dean, it was actually the cheap stuff. He should go up to his office and get a glass of the really good stuff.
"Rakesh!"
"Yes, Sir?"
"Don't call me Sir. I work for a living."
Rakesh pursed his lips and gave him the side eye.
"Yes, I know, respect; your mama insists on best behavior, blah blah blah. What I was going to say was, let me have two glasses, both doubles, neat, and then give me the bottle."
"Whatever you say, Sir."
"You are such a smartass."
"Better than being a dumbass."
"Touche."
Dean looked around and surveyed the club. It was at maximum capacity and still had the hundred-plus people waiting to get inside.
As he scanned the room, he saw a few famous faces. Ethan Hawk, Martin Laurence, Lisa Kudrow, and Channing Tatum, among others. This place always brought them in. It may be a gentleman's club, but over time, it has morphed into a hot spot for those who want to be seen and those who don't.
Those who don't go into a separate part of the club. It was a private area, and you had to have a black card to enter. That's where the 1% tended to hang out. They have had kings and princes who were worth billions in the VIP sections. It had the best liquor, the sexiest women... and men, and the food was made by a three-star Michelin chef.
"Here you go," Rakesh said, putting the bottle and two doubles down.
Dean went into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.
"Are you really going to pay?"
"No, I'm really going to tip. What is the most you ever got a tip Rakesh?"
"I got a three-hundred-dollar tip from Robert Downey Jr. I think that is the most I have ever got in one sitting."
"Yeah, Robert is a really nice guy. Dean pulled out six one-hundred-dollar bills and handed them to Rakesh. "But I'm nicer."
He took the money and put it in his back pocket. "I already know that. Mr. Driscoll."
"Mr. Driscoll is my father. How many times have I told you to call me Dean?"
"Every time I call you Mr. Driscoll." He laughed. "Have a good night... Dean."
"Wait! Where are you going?"
"To serve the other two hundred people in this club."
"But you didn't have your drink with me."
"What?"
"I got you a double. Do you not want it?"
"You mean that other double is for me?"
"Yes. I want to have a drink with my best employee."
"Shit. Thanks. What are we drinking to?"
"Let's drink to love that we had but was taken away."
"A little depressing, but if you're buying, I will drink to the gum on your shoes."
They clinked glasses, and both took down the whiskey.
"Damn, that is smooth."
"Yes, it is. Maybe I will share some of the really good stuff sometime. Where is my partner in crime?"
"J.B. is up in the office. He might have someone up there with him."
"Don't care. Thanks, Rakesh."
Dean grabbed the bottle and headed towards the back of the club, where the elevator to the offices was.
"Driscoll, you piece of shit, how are you doing!"
"We were just talking about you. Were your ears burning?"
"Better than my crotch. How's it going? How's the family?"
"Good, I haven't been able to make it back for a while. Shit's been busy. How about you and yours?"
"Everyone is doing good. In fact, the wife is here."
Dean looked over Robert's shoulder. "Beautiful as ever."
"I'll pass it on."
"Well, have a good night. Enjoy."
"Good to see you, man. Don't be a stranger."
"Good to see you too. Don't be a prick."
He continued to the private elevators. He nodded at the security guard standing guard, who Dean didn't recognize.
He must be new.
He swiped his key card and headed up to the third floor. He fixed his suit coat and took a swig out of the bottle. He had been drinking more since the day he left the house on Thanksgiving break. He drank on his days off and when he got off of work. His tolerance was becoming liver-damaging high.
All he could think about was his Tink. He missed her so much. He missed her smile, her touch, her laugh, the warmth of her hug. Most of all, he missed the tightness of her sweet little pussy and the way it squeezed his cock when they both came. He missed his one true love. She had been texting him every day since he left. She would call him a couple of times a week, and he would never answer. She would leave messages every time. He played them over and over just so he could hear her voice. This was the longest he had ever gone without talking to her.
The elevator opened into the hallway, and Dean headed towards J.B.'s office. He knocked on the door since Rakesh mentioned he might not be alone.
"Come in," J.B. called out.
Dean opened the door, and there was J.B. balls deep in some blonde's cunt, her tits bouncing with each thrust.
"Am I interrupting something?"
"Nope, we will be done in a minute," J.B. said as he drilled his cock into the blonde. "Right, baby?"
"Fuck J.B., you know it. Rub my clit baby, please."
Dean went and looked out the window that looked over the main floor of the club.
"Yeah, baby. Fucking come for me. Spill your juice all over my cock."
"Oh, God, J.B., your cock is amazing. Yes. So deep. I love how you fill me up."
Dean heard both of them scream in ecstasy as they both released a flood of cum together.
"Fuck yeah, baby. Such a good girl. Go clean yourself up and head back down to the VIP room."
"Yes, Mr. Marcus." They kissed with way too much tongue.
She fixed her skirt and left the room. Dean heard J.B. pull his pants back up and buckle his belt.
"Fancy seeing you here," he said to Dean.
"I thought we had a conversation about you fucking the staff when they were on shift."
"She's new. I had to break her in. She got the tightest pussy. You're welcome to her."
"Thanks, but you know I don't like leftovers. I might see if I can find Lady Angela."
"Oh, so it's that kind of night."
J.B. sat down on the leather couch and lit up a cigar. "Want one? They're Cubans."
"Sure. I like a good Cuban Cigar."
Dean sat down on the couch and lit up next to one of his oldest friends, putting the bottle he had been holding on the table in front of him.
"So, tell me why you are here? I know it's not to see my handsome face." J.B. puffed on his cigar, and the sweet scent filled the room.
"Can't I just come in and look at where my money is going?"
"Going? We've made a profit every year since we opened. You should know, you do the books."
"Vasquez is dating my sister."
J.B.'s eyes went wide. "I'm sorry. I don't think I heard you correctly. Did you say Vasquez is dating Sarah? You're just going to start off with that?"
"I'm not Willy Wonka; I don't sugarcoat shit. Not when it comes to this. J.B., not when it comes to my Tink."
"You have to let her grow up sometime, Master Sargent."
"They're not just dating; he's fucking her too! He's fucking my little sister! What was the rule, shit, the law of the 5!"
"Stay away from Sarah. Don't fuck your baby sister... ever. Does the boy have a death wish?"
"I can't touch him. My mother loves him and the relationship they have. I have a feeling that my father has already given his blessing for him to ask her to marry him."
"No shit."
"Shit. Lots and lots of shit."
"Well, if the parents are good with it, there is nothing you can do. He's been in love with her for a long time. Ever since what happened at that party. You know he has always had feelings for her, and I know you hate to think about it, but she has had feelings for him."
"Don't fucking remind me. I don't want them together, J.B. I know Vasquez. I know what he has done and how many girls he has done it with. I regret everything that happened that night. I regret that I failed her. It pisses me off that he was her savior.'
"She's an adult, Dean; you can't tell her how to live her life. I know that you love her, but you can't control her."
Love her? You have no idea how much I love her. How deeply I am in love with her. She's my fucking everything, and I can love her far better than Vasquez can.
"I know. I am not her keeper; it's just that he knew how I felt about her when it came to my friends. Fuck."
J.B. put his arms around his shoulders. "You have to let her grow up, man. She's what? Twenty? Twenty-one? She can make her own decisions."
"Yeah, I guess. It just sucks, man." Dean took a deep breath and sighed. "How are things with the wife?"
"Meh. You know, same shit. She's got her life, and I got mine. It's a marriage of convivence. Always has been and always will be."
"Why don't you just get a divorce?"
"We will. We have two more years to go on the contract. You know my father set it up, so it brought the two families together. I tried, but that bitch couldn't fuck worth shit. "
"Do you like her at all?"
"Do you think I'd be fucking our employees if I liked her at all? She's got a cock on the side. She doesn't give a shit where I get my dick wet. How about you? Do you have someone special in your life? I heard about you and Allison."
"Jesus fucking Christ, how does everyone know about Allison!"
"For one thing, she came in and tried to fuck Kenneth."
"Jesus Christ! Do you know if she did?"
"Kenneth is so loyal to you I think he wants your dick."
"Meh. He's not bad-looking," Dean said with a laugh.
"And the mother fucker is loyal as a dog." J.B. puffed on his cigar.
"There's someone, but I don't think it's going to work out."
"Why not?"
"I love her more than she loves me. We just don't want the same things."
"If it's meant to be, it will be."
Dean stubbed out his cigar and stood up. "I'm going to go find Lady Angela. I'm in the mood for a little role-play. If I don't see you before I leave, remember to make good choices."
"I always do."
"No, you don't"
"No, I don't."
Dean radioed security.
Floor security: I need someone to find Lady Angela and bring her up to my office.
"Will do, boss." a voice answered.
Dean walked down to his office and waited. A few minutes later, a young woman with fiery red hair came into the room.
"Well, well, well, as I live and breathe, Dean Driscoll.
"Hey Ang. Long time no see."
"And who's fault would that be? What can I do for you tonight, big guy?"
"I need a hard fuck, and I want to roll play."
"Really? We have never fucked before. You and I have an oral relationship, and we have never done role play."
"I have an itch I need to scratch."
She approached him. He could smell her sweet perfume.
"I would love to scratch it for you. What do you want, Dean? Teacher and student? Cop and prisoner? Doctor and patient?"
"Brother and sister."
"Kinky, she started to unbutton his shirt. I assume you are the big brother, and I am the little sister."
"Baby sister."
"Baby sister? Wow, you are being a kinky boy tonight." His shirt fell to the floor. God, your body is a temple that I would love to worship once a week if you would let me. She undid his belt and got on her knees.
"Does baby sister suck your cock?"
He nodded his head. "Yes, she does."
She looked up as she dragged his zipper down slowly. The outline of a thick massive cock teased her. His was her favorite cock to suck. She could feel her mouthwatering. She drew his cock out, and it stood firm and tall, slightly wavering. She could already feel the heat forming between her legs.
"You put the big in, big brother. What am I supposed to do with it?" She could smell his musky scent coming from the large glistening bead of precum and radiating from his balls.
"Open your mouth."
She opened her mouth, and he took hold of his cock, stroking it slowly. He didn't want her to play with it. He wanted to fuck her pretty mouth. He slid into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around his shaft, taking in as much as would fit. He pushed in till the head hit the back of her throat. One thing she was good at was deep-throating. She had trained her throat and no longer had a gag reflex. Dean pulled back till she was sucking the head. He thrust it back in, hitting her throat again. She hummed; the vibration made him moan.
"Fuck, Tink. God, I love your mouth."
Lady Angela was a professional. She never questioned what came out of her client's mouth. She hummed again. He took a fist of her hair. Holding her head steady, he started to pump slowly and shallowly.
He couldn't believe how well she took him in her mouth. It was as if her jaw was unhinged. He loved the feeling of the head bumping against her throat. The next time he invaded her mouth, she grabbed his ass and brought her head forward, taking him deep into her throat. No one but Angela had ever taken as much as she could.
"Jesus Christ, Sarah. Yes. Take it. Take it till you choke." He started pulling back and sped up his pace fucking her throat. "Fuck that feels amazing."
She took one hand off his ass and started playing with his balls. "I don't want to come yet. I need to feel you from the inside and dip deep into your tight heat."
He withdrew from her mouth. He put out his hand and helped her up.
"Leave your clothes on."
"What about my panties?"
" No, I am going to move those to the side, baby girl. Lift your bra and release those giant tits."
She did as she was told. She sat on his desk, her legs wide open, the thin strip of her yellow thong covering her wet entrance. It reminded him of Sarah's little yellow bikini.
"So pretty, Tink." All he could see was the bathing suit Sarah was wearing the day at the pool.
He shoved her skirt up around her hips. She hooked her legs around him and pulled him close. He held his dick and positioned it at her hole. He pulled the fabric to the side and rubbed his head on her moist lips. "Have you been tested?"
"You know I do it twice a month."
"Still, have the Mirena?"
She nodded her head. "Fuck, baby. Do you want to do me raw? I'm sure you want to feel your baby sister's pussy the way the creator intended."'
"Yes. I want to if I can." With that, he closed his eyes and sunk into her." So tight, Tink. So, fucking tight."
"Fuck me, big brother. Fuck this tight little pussy. It's all yours."
"Anything for you, Tink." He started aggressively pounding into her. Her walls squeezed him, released, then squeezed.
"I feel that you are still doing your Kegels."
"You know it."
"I love that feeling. Squeeze me. God, your muscles are so fucking tight. Unbutton your shirt, baby girl."
"Anything for you, big brother"
Dean started caressing her tits, aggressively pinching her. "I have always loved your tits." Not losing his rhythm, he bent over and put her nipple in his mouth. The pink numb tasted like strawberry.
"Mmm. Titty gel?"
"I put it on when I was in the elevator."
He flicked it with his tongue, making sure to pay attention to both of them. He sucked on them like a hungry baby. He could feel her get more slick.
"Someone likes that?"
"Fuck, yes, I do." She took his head and pulled it back to her breast."
She started to lift her hips, meeting him in the middle of his thrusts. "Yes. Fuck Dean, yes. God, I love your cock. Fuck. Come in me."
He stood up and grabbed her hips, pulling her towards him, his cock pounding and thrashing her cunt. "Come with me. Spill your juice and coat my dick, Sarah."
She clamped down around him, and then her walls spasmed. She let out a passionate yell. He groaned, and his legs began to quake as he emptied into her. He rode out both of their orgasms. She milked every drop.
"Holy fuck. I can't believe we have never done that before. Shit."
He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with their orgasm. He ducked into his private bathroom and returned with a hand towel.
"Here ya go, Ang."
"Thank you. Damn, you are quite the Southern gentleman." She cleaned herself, stood up, and fixed her clothes.
"What do I owe you?"
"I should pay you for what we just did. Consider it a late Christmas gift because I am."
"I have to comp you some way."
"Pay my tab tonight."
"Done."
"Dean, I know I am not supposed to do this because it goes against every rule I have, but I have to ask. Are you okay?"
"Why do you ask?"
"You just fucked me. We have known each other for two years, and you have never wanted to fuck or roleplay. Dean, you can tell me anything. If anyone knows how to keep secrets, it's me. I mean, look what I do for a living. You aren't my only client."
Dean wanted to tell her. She was right. He knew if he could trust anyone to keep a secret, it was Lady Angela.
"I-I am in love with my sister."
"You love your sister? That's not a big deal."
"No, Ang. I am in love with my sister, and we have made love about thirty times."
"Oh, I can see how that can weigh on you."
"She's not my sister-sister. She's my stepsister, but I have been there since the day she was born, so I might as well be her blood-related relative. God, it feels so good to tell another person besides my shrink."
"We can't help who we love. If we could, life and relationships would be a lot easier. I'm always around. You have my number if you ever want to talk."
"Thanks, Ang." He kissed her on the cheek.
"Anytime, big guy."
He watched her walk out. He went to J.B.'s office, took the bottle of whisky back to his office, and drank the entire thing straight out of the bottle, his heart breaking a little more with every swallow. He missed his Tink.