Chokehold; Trapped By My Ex

wing I had to be back to the same work by 6pm, to officially

I couldn't show up there in my pencil skirts and chiffon shirts that I would regularly wear to Boldlines. I didn't even know

at was what I told myself. The little 'motivating get it together' speech in front of the mirror. But guess what? Nearly

softly in the lace silk slip barely covering her ass, the heels she had on somehow making it easi

ust grea

w up late, and then clad in the one color that s

White. It may be a perfectly tailored

IT

ge or something." It would be better than sticking out like a sore thumb around here. I turned arou

amiliar face appearing. "Spotted yo

h shit,

eaving her lips, and i swear, I would switch my dress right now if I could. Anything to stop the glances I was getting.

waved off, smiling. "It's just... pure. But it's not your fault. I realize I didn't w

make me feel a bit better.

lax a bit. Looking around. "This

iterally everywhere. Clad in expensive looking bodysuits, silk slips, leather corsets, ve

had come in she was on a somewhat professional attire- a crisp gray suit. All professional and put together like some real hot shot. But now,

s some sexy badass that I was really star

tly, "You look incr

id with a wink, "That's t

ing to the eyes. It wasn't trashy or demeaning. If anything it all seemed very intriguing, sensual under

oobs spilling from the crimson red leather lingerie she had on, ass all the way out, hot red killer heels completing the whole combo. But the main course was how she hit him- intentional, sensual, like she was enjoying

epletely p

ting to look at.

ight now, Alina? What are you doing? You're a C

ght in front of those velvet couches I had seen in the morning. I watched them touch th

My throat instantly went dry. Shock parting my lips, senses heightened as the moans filled my ears. From the stage, audience watching, others even s

atures waiting for me. "I told you this is where flirting

. I could most

e trying to wriggle free now, whips landing across his thighs. His dick going harder if that

ned, "As you can see they're deeply en

ike Submissive

Jus

t a place such as this, watch it happen before my eyes or

are anymore. This was work. I was here for work, not

My bag hanging tight on my shoulders, eyes trying to focus strictly on where we were headed. Without much success thou

people. Men and women, dressed even more scandalous here! Moans, deep groans fill

t right now. Not with how long gone everyone seemed with the steady rhythm in the air. Everyone bewitched, red li

ction. The private suites. There was even a door not fully closed, reve

What is this place? Wha

watching me gawk around. "Oh, I love newbies!" She chuckled, "I can't wait for you

, a 6ft male brushed past me. Shirtless, and sculpted. His shorts leaving nothing to th

f myself when she knew clearly how all of these was getting to

h

eant. "I'm not a dom either. I'm just a Creative Con

reall

dent despite the heat on my cheeks and between my legs. "I am very ser

but turned around regardless. "Let's

e, that much was clear now. This was serious. Dangerous, and hella unhealthy for a mind like min

umbers. Did they have such every night? Were there nights when it was more? Excess? People really came here, did things, and lived like this? Som

coming? It wouldn't be bad to just...e

nother lounge area with fewer p

ched an alluring magnet. Black and bold, with intricate ol

nto a bar stool. The marble counter cool to the skin, matc

d, mixing drinks. "Are you here to puri

smiling lazily. "Neither. This is

a added, coming to my rescue. "She's our

that. B

ion to the ripped muscles of his arms and dangerous V- shape going dow

le Angel." He placed my glass down. A grateful smile on my lips as I took it, sipping gently as I turned on my bar stool. My eyes

Probably a VIP section, but just then I froze. Glass halfway to my

he shadows, b

his pocket, the other holdin

ckened. My pulse racing as

see you..