They were both sweating profusely. He pulled her to her feet and they gazed into each other’s eyes as she continued to stroke his cock and he proceeded to unbutton the front of her dress. He wanted to welcome her to his nightclub and invited her to join him at his private booth just off the dance floor. “What would happen to this place if I told him about your blackmail attempt?”
“We both know you would never mention this to him or anyone else.”
She knew then there was no way to win this argument and asked, “What would happen if he came in here one night and caught me selling my pussy to black men?”
“You don’t have to worry about that, my dear. They both came at the same time in wave after wave after wave. The room reeked of their sex, and the soft sounds of sweaty bodies slapping away could be heard echoing off the walls.
