Chapter 161 BURNING BLUES
PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS IS A PREMISE....
KAI’S POINT OF VIEW.
TEN YEARS LATER….KAI IS NOW THIRTY YEARS OLD, SO THIS IS FAR INTO THE FUTURE…..
Stepping into the club, the music blasting from the speakers could send my heart into overdrive…But I need this. The thrill, the sight of midnight ballerinas swinging off the poles while I, the owner of the club, walk around with enough anonymity, because no one knows who I am.
Being a billionaire, I’ve been made to hide my life…to hide the person I really am because of my father’s no longer low enough profile. The sick fucker’s running for president of the United States, and because of that, I have had to pretend I'm normal, that the thought of someone as sick as Earl Sawyer running for any political office didn’t leave my blood rushing, and bile coming up my throat.
I was scared for the people, because my father is nothing but a fucking thief…a degenerate who cannot keep anything off his sight. Women, money, drugs….name it. If he saw it and felt he wanted it, he didn’t care who objected; he would get it.
I guess we’re alike in some ways; however, I would never kill a woman simply cause she said no to being his mistress and then bury her behind the mansion.
“Sir…would you like a taste of hellcat?” the waitress asked, leaning forward so I could see her barely covered breasts, her nipple cover, and thong digging into her skin, leaving her practically naked before me, the entire club. The roar of the men and women for the dancers; the frenzy in the industry made me feel like I was on top of the world.
Being a businessman, I’ve learned one thing: identify a need, satisfy it, and make a profit off it. And in this day and age, men craved sex more than anything….and some women didn’t mind giving it. So I looked for and hired only the women interested, and got them to dance…and choose to fuck if they wanted to in my elite sex club.
Making a way for the elite of the country to indulge in their most depraved ideas and fantasies made me a billionaire at twenty-five, off my own income aside from the one my father generated. The only curse was that I had to stomach the sound of moans, grunts, and screams coming from one part of the club while some couples indulged in threesomes, foursomes, and some just ventured into voyeurism….But I didn’t care.
I made over ten million every night. As long as consent was given, everyone could have at it.
“No…..back off.” I hissed at her and walked away before she could even utter another word. There was one woman for me, and it wasn’t her.
Rather, it was the girl I met back in Ravenscroft High… the only girl who’d managed to leave me wanting all of her while craving distance at the same time because I knew she looked too innocent for anything my mind conjured. But since then, I have suffered the result of that refusal.
Every night, I'm haunted by dreams of her sprawled beneath me, begging, heavy breathing all around me while I pound into her…fuck, I want her…. I've never wanted someone so much; my eye twitches at odd times during the day.
So, I’d sworn off women….until I find her, and ask her why she’d abandoned school abruptly after we decided to finally start dating. That day, I finally chose to give in to my instincts, and I kissed her…hard, and fuck, did it feel good.
Thinking she would push me away, I tried to savour it as much as possible, but was left shocked when she pulled me even closer, and kissed me back. I’d asked her to be my girlfriend, and she'd said yes, but before we could continue, her father arrived, and she had to leave.
I didn’t know that would be the last time I'd see her….well, at least physically. Because now, all I can do is dream of her.
“Boss….we have a problem.” One of my bouncers, Greyson, grunted with a whisper. His bulky frame appears intimidating to others, but I knew more than anyone else where to get him…I always know everything about my staff, and where to hold them in case they fucked up.
“What is it?” I said, taking a sip of my bottle of scotch.
“We caught the thief.” He said, glass-clad over his face. I smiled widely, my teeth on display at the news… finally, something entertaining. The dream I’d had of my girl this past night felt too real, and I hated the fact that I’d woken up.
She’d been on her knees before me, my cock in her mouth while I filmed…..because it was what she wanted……my Aurora…..she looked so perfect before me….but the second my alarm blared, jolting me from my personal paradise, I’d wanted to punch a hole in the wall. But instead, I chose to fist my cock to the thought of her face, her lips, her eyes, her scent… everything about her until I shot ropes of seed against the shower door.
That’s been my routine for the past eleven years….since I’d seen her.
“Perfect,” I whispered and moved to follow him, but suddenly, I heard something, and for some reason, even though it was supposed to be a regular announcement for our best dancer, I paused, realising I hadn’t seen her face….ever.
Anytime she came on, I would have something important to do, causing me to miss the woman earning thousands every night in my club.
“Sir?” Greyson paused, too, but I held my hand up to him, signalling that he would wait.
“Ladies, and gentlemen, we have gotten to the perfect time of night, where we welcome the star, our perfect goddess from the isle of Aphrodite herself; welcome the sweetest bite of sin you’d ever have;
BARBIE NOIR!” The announcer roared, and the crowd came alive as the lights dimmed to a soft pink and purple ethereal glow, casting a spotlight on the centre stage where the bedazzled pole hung, and the greatest sight that greeted my eyes appeared.
No.
She descended from up above like a fallen angel ready to rain hell on the club, her pink thong, heels, the choker around her neck….everything drew me in immediately; something that hadn’t happened after Aurora disappeared from my life.
She looked like the perfect taste of sin, ready to tip me over, and send me straight to hell….But I wouldn’t mind it. The moment sensual music hit, she swung her leg high enough so we would catch a glimpse of her thong….but just enough so we wouldn’t see her pussy lips. It was enough to give an illusion of a taste, but not the full thing. My pulse spiked, my tongue grew dry, and my groin cock stirred.
That’s weird….that only happens when I dream of Aurora or think of her…. what's going on with me?
I clenched my jaw, the biting anger spreading in me at the thought of getting hard for another woman other than her….When I finally get her back, I’d apologise.
The thought still raced through my mind….When I caught a glimpse of her eyes……no.
My heart stilled, and my folded arms released as the strike of familiarity hit me. I know this woman. The veil covering her face shifted for a slight second, but it was the right amount, because the second our eyes met, hers widened immediately, as did mine.
Because I finally realised who it was.
My woman…..Aurora!