Enzo Carter:
What a shitty week I've had.
Sometimes it seems like I'm surrounded by idiots and that I'm the director of a kindergarten, not the CEO of the largest chain of sex shops in the country. These aren't those corner stores you find in every city, no. I sell expensive sex to young women from wealthy families and wives of businessmen who are not at all satisfied with their husbands' absence, who are probably more busy screwing the secretary than taking care of their own wife. I offer fantasies, promises, seduction, and hours of dirty and hot fun. And it helps a lot that it's my face alongside the products, because if there's one thing I know I am, it's the promise of a very satisfying fuck.
Sex is my life, and I'm very good at what I do. And it's exactly a fuck that I need right now, because I'm pissed off, stressed, and need to let off some steam. There's nothing better than a woman moaning beneath me to solve this.
My phone rings when I am arriving at the private garage of the building where I live. I answer without looking at the screen.
"Are you tied up with work again or are you going to honor me with your company?" my brother asks. I press the alarm button and unlock the car. I put the phone on speaker and toss it onto the passenger seat before adjusting the rearview mirror.
— My balls stuck at work are what fund your partying life, you useless piece of shit! — I reply, fastening my seatbelt and starting the engine. Reggie is 10 years younger than me, but he looks more like a teenager. When I took over the family business after our father died, we were far from the empire we are today. I worked hard and now, ten years later, I am one of the richest men in the country at forty. Reggie never cared about anything and spends more time squandering the family's money on partying and women.
where there's a party, I know my brother is in the middle of it, and today this will come in handy. — Where are you? Where are you?
I can't believe the Mighty Enzo Carter is finally going to celebrate with me! — he mocks.
I speed the vehicle through the empty streets of the Carioca waterfront at this hour of the night.
I left the company just over an hour ago and now, almost midnight, there are hardly any cars on the street.
— Fuck you, Reggie! if you don't tell me where it is, you'll have to pay for drinks for those useless friends of yours. Who loses is you.
I hear Reggie grumbling on the phone. He knows he can't contradict me, and I love that feeling of control. I hang up the call when I stop at a traffic light, after my brother tells me the name of the club where he is, and a few minutes later, I'm there.
The line outside is huge, but I don't bother going there. I leave the car any old way in the VIP parking and toss the key to the valet before heading to the private entrance. It's a place usually frequented by celebrities I don't care about and businessmen who use a good bottle of whiskey to close a deal. I've come here a few times exactly for that, but today there's only one deal I'm interested in closing, and it's with some of the girls who are always very eager to have fun that I easily find on the dance floor. And what I need is a good fuck in the bathroom. I need to shove my cock into a hot pussy so I don't punch someone's face.
The bouncer clears the way without even bothering to ask for identification, and the door leads directly to a very private area of the club.
It's not hard to find my brother and his usual little group.
—Enzo!— He removes a girl from his lap and practically throws her aside when he stands up to come to me, stumbling drunk. My brother puts an arm around my shoulder and points to the dance floor with the other hand. "Welcome to the best part of life!" Shouts over the loud electronic music.
I know very well how this "best part of life" of Reggie's works. Of the few times I met him here, I just sat on one of the comfortable sofas reserved by ropes, waited for a drink to be served to me, and enjoyed the view a little before finding someone who caught my attention on the dance floor and asking one of the staff to bring the girl to me.
but even before I can sit down, I lay my eyes on a woman.
— What do you want?— Reggie asks, shouting in my ear, the beer breath reaching me. I push my brother a little away, but he clings to me again like a tick. —You're one of those who likes expensive whisky, huh? I'll ask them to bring a bottle down!— He shouts, but I shake my head no.
— I don't want whisky. I want her.
I point with my chin to the dance floor and start rolling up the sleeves of my dress shirt to the elbows while I take a good look at the woman dancing with a friend.
Not a woman, a girl. The girl's face must not be over twenty years old, which would make her twenty years younger than me. I don't care. The dark brown hair falls over her shoulders to the middle of her back, but it reveals a generous neckline that squeezes her round breasts. She is small even in giant heels, and the discreet curves are visible in the dress, which looks more like lingerie because it is so small and tight.
I smile like a predator about to devour a poor, defenseless prey.
She must be all small and tight. I decide that it's with her that I want to end the night. The little mouth with rosy lips will look beautiful around my cock.
—Do you think I'm your employee, damn it?— Reggie laughs and pushes me on the shoulder. — Go get your food.
I look at him sideways. How does this idiot think he has the same blood as me?
It doesn't surprise me that he's a disaster with women. Reggie seems like a teenager who just needs a woman to get off. The women he sleeps with only open their legs after he shows off, because if it depended on his charm, he wouldn't get anywhere. He never learned that the best part is making the woman melt completely and beg to be fucked. That's my specialty.
I see the brunette whisper something in her friend's ear, step away from her, and start heading towards the bar, which has a gigantic line. I leave the reserved area and start crossing the dance floor until I reach where she is. I stop behind her and lean my mouth into her ear.
— It will take a while for you to be attended to.
She seems startled when she notices me and jumps in place, bringing a hand to her chest.
—Me...—She stammers and runs her tongue over her lips. I smile when I see that she looks like a frightened little animal with her mouth slightly open, blinking slowly, but that doesn't stop her from looking me up and down. I wait to see if she will run, but she doesn't move an inch, so I close the distance between us. — I just wanted water,— she finally says in a thin voice.
His chest rises and falls rapidly, and I stare at his
neckline where the tanned skin begins to take on a rosy hue.
— It will take a while to be served even if you just want water.— I respond and turn my gaze back to her face. She doesn't say anything, just keeps looking at me, and lowers her mouth to my ear. I am hit hard by the sweet smell of her skin and feel my cock throb inside my pants. — I can keep you company while you wait.
She lets out a nervous laugh and rests a hand on my chest.
—I don't...— He says softly and clears his throat.
— Don't you want to?—I interrupt.
I place a hand on her waist and pull the small body towards me. — If you don't want to, just say so. If you don't want to, just say so.
I take my mouth away from her ear to look at her face. She keeps staring at me with wide eyes as if she has no idea what to do. I drag my hand from her waist to the base of her back, stopping right above the curve of her butt. She jumps into my arms and digs her nails into the hand resting on my chest.
— I think I need to go to the bathroom.— He says with a trembling voice, taking a deep breath while staring at my mouth. I raise an eyebrow and wait. She bites the tip of her lip. — You can come with me, if you want.
I smile broadly at the invitation and nod my head in agreement. She starts to head towards what I assume are the bathrooms and their dark corridors, but I grab her arm and begin to lead the girl in another direction. She looks at me, but says nothing, just comes with me to the opposite side. I return to the reserved area of the club, and the security guard there lets me through. She finally
question:
— Where are you taking me?
There is curiosity in her voice, but no concern. She didn't ask my name nor did she try to tell me hers, which tells me she's used to this. That's the kind of woman I like, one who knows what she likes and knows what she's doing.
I stop with her in a dimly lit corner away from the sofas. The music isn't so loud here and we're out of everyone's sight. I press the small body against the wall and cover it with mine without touching it. I place one hand on each side of her head and look down from above. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, filling the deep neckline with her small breasts. I bring a finger there.
— Is that fear or excitement? — I ask.
The girl seems completely hypnotized looking at me, and my cock is about to explode inside my pants. I hook my fingers on the straps of the dress and wait for the response.
— Both of them!— She replies in a weak whisper. Satisfied, I pull the straps down to free the round breasts with rosy nipples and dive in with my mouth right there.
I have no delicacy to offer when I suck and bite one of the hard nipples. She lets out a surprised high-pitched scream and squeezes my arms as I alternate between the two. I squeeze her waist and suck hard, eliciting shy moans from the girl. I release her breasts and see her flushed face, her uneven breathing. I wrap her hair around my fist and pull her head back. I press her entire body against the wall and bring my mouth to her ear again.I stop behind her and lean my mouth into her ear.
— It will take a while for you to be attended to.
She seems startled when she notices me and jumps in place, bringing a hand to her chest.
—Me...—She stammers and runs her tongue over her lips. I smile when I see that she looks like a frightened little animal with her mouth slightly open, blinking slowly, but that doesn't stop her from looking me up and down. I wait to see if she will run, but she doesn't move an inch, so I close the distance between us. — I just wanted water,— she finally says in a thin voice.
His chest rises and falls rapidly, and I stare at his
neckline where the tanned skin begins to take on a rosy hue.
— It will take a while to be served even if you just want water.— I respond and turn my gaze back to her face. She doesn't say anything, just keeps looking at me, and lowers her mouth to my ear. I am hit hard by the sweet smell of her skin and feel my cock throb inside my pants. — I can keep you company while you wait.
She lets out a nervous laugh and rests a hand on my chest.
—I don't...— He says softly and clears his throat.
— Don't you want to?—I interrupt.
I place a hand on her waist and pull the small body towards me. — If you don't want to, just say so. If you don't want to, just say so.
I take my mouth away from her ear to look at her face. She keeps staring at me with wide eyes as if she has no idea what to do. I drag my hand from her waist to the base of her back, stopping right above the curve of her butt. She jumps into my arms and digs her nails into the hand resting on my chest.
— I think I need to go to the bathroom.— He says with a trembling voice, taking a deep breath while staring at my mouth. I raise an eyebrow and wait. She bites the tip of her lip. — You can come with me, if you want.
I smile broadly at the invitation and nod my head in agreement. She starts to head towards what I assume are the bathrooms and their dark corridors, but I grab her arm and begin to lead the girl in another direction. She looks at me, but says nothing, just comes with me to the opposite side. I return to the reserved area of the club, and the security guard there lets me through. She finally
question:
— Where are you taking me?
There is curiosity in her voice, but no concern. She didn't ask my name nor did she try to tell me hers, which tells me she's used to this. That's the kind of woman I like, one who knows what she likes and knows what she's doing.
I stop with her in a dimly lit corner away from the sofas. The music isn't so loud here and we're out of everyone's sight. I press the small body against the wall and cover it with mine without touching it. I place one hand on each side of her head and look down from above. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, filling the deep neckline with her small breasts. I bring a finger there.
— Is that fear or excitement? — I ask.
The girl seems completely hypnotized looking at me, and my cock is about to explode inside my pants. I hook my fingers on the straps of the dress and wait for the response.
— Both of them!— She replies in a weak whisper. Satisfied, I pull the straps down to free the round breasts with rosy nipples and dive in with my mouth right there.
I have no delicacy to offer when I suck and bite one of the hard nipples. She lets out a surprised high-pitched scream and squeezes my arms as I alternate between the two. I squeeze her waist and suck hard, eliciting shy moans from the girl. I release her breasts and see her flushed face, her uneven breathing. I wrap her hair around my fist and pull her head back. I press her entire body against the wall and bring my mouth to her ear again. With my other hand, I hold her wrist and guide her fingers to the bulge in the front of my pants.
— Squeeze my cock, little one! — I order, pulling her hair hard.
— Open my pants and squeeze my cock.
She freezes for a second, but then starts unbuttoning my pants very slowly. The movements are slow and hesitant. This temptation in the form of a woman tortures me. I squeeze her butt tightly, and she gasps.
— Come on, little one. — I insist and bite her neck, sucking on the skin afterwards — Feel how hard I am.
The trembling hand touches my cock over the Boxer, and I smile at her skin as she tries to close her fingers around it. She moves her hand back and forth slowly and starts to get impatient. I move a hand to her thigh under the dress and feel how warm it is.
— If I put my hand on this little pussy, will I see that you're all wet for me? — I ask in your ear and start to move my hand to the middle of your legs.
— Oh my God! — She says and lets me go. I furrow my brow and look at her face. I don't understand what happened when I see his eyes widen as if he just now realized what we are doing. — Oh my God. Oh my God. — She repeats it and pushes me by the shoulders.
— What...?
The brunette breaks free from me and practically runs out of the corner where we are. Aghast, I watch the girl run out of the restricted area and get lost in the crowd dancing.
I curse loudly, running my hand through my hair in exasperation.
Did this crazy woman just leave me standing here with a hard-on?