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Toying With Playboy (completed)

Chapter 2 2

Word Count: 1151    |    Released on: 26/07/2024

a phrase that automatically se

the women. "What's t

this." She took off toward the lounge with he

ring her order into the register.

he mean about cigar smoke in the Viper?" It wasn't that unusual to have patrons mouth the damn things without lighting them-helped with that oral fixation thing that so many people h

swallowed. Then she met my eyes, a bright smile on her lips. Too bright of a sm

more reliable employees. But like I'd said-I wasn't h

The Deck on our marketing material-the club's official VIP Room. But on all our paperwork, Matt always wrote VIP R., a

r group." She was dismissive. Then, seeming to realize that tactic wasn't working with me, she

or that. "How about we go

agreement and headed toward the spirali

nd I'd seen enough in my life to set my fear threshold high. But there was something exciting about the prospect of something different. The thrill that

course situation. I might have longed for variance,

sed and waited for me to join

't going to give our errant guests a chance to hide their coke and c

ir and half-smoked cigars I'd been expecting. And where one club violation was found, there were usually more, so the half-dressed wome

zen or so of them-young, single. At least, I didn't see any bands or tan marks from removed rings. The snippets of conversation that passed my ear were intelligent and intelligible, not like the hundr

re were

were definitely not sleazy. Even as they draped themselves over the men-even though three of them were topless and another was dressed

me. Her eyes lit with recognition. She smiled and mouthed a hello before r

wasn't from my seedy past that I knew her, but from school. She'd been a graduate student teachin

ere? Part of

r out-of-hand. It was naughty and sensual and...enticing. I would lay down the law-of course, I would, how

me. It spoke with insight. As though it understood

was just a fucking in

ad spoken. At the sight of him, I lost the words. He sat with his legs stretched out in front

oticed him, I re

snug dress shirt. His dark blond hair was severe-the sides short and the top sculpted to look like a hot Italian mobster from the n

is ey

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