Chapter 112 Pussy-hungry men

Chapter 112 Pussy-hungry men
Laura.

I'm back where it all began- Sin House. It feels just like yesterday when I came in here with my heart shattered into pieces, seeking redemption.

In the most twisted ways, I found the redemption I sought in the hands of my ex-boyfriend's dad.

If only I knew that redemption would bite me back in the ass, that it would paint my face black, I guess I wouldn't have sought it out.

My heart's aching and squeezing so tight against my chest. It feels like my breath is about to run out, and if it does, death follows.

I sniffle, the sound echoing in the silence of my car. Darkness looms over the environment as more and more luxurious cars pull up, engines fading into a low hush.

As it was before, men and women who reek of power walk out of the cars, heading into the club.

I never knew I'd be back here so soon, but I guess it was bound to happen considering that circumstances kept making that decision for me.

Even though my heart is broken, I'm not back here tonight to seek redemption. I'm only here for revenge.

I'll pay Michael back in spades, and I'll make sure not to regret it one bit.

I puff a string of breath and pop open the buttons of the jacket I'm putting on, revealing the sexy, black lingerie I'm wearing, which matches the six-inch stilettos on my feet.

I open the car gingerly and walk outside, the soothing evening breeze feathering through my arms.

I take a breath, shaking my head as I survey the environment with a smile on my face.

I'm not inside yet, but I already feel eyes burrowing into my skin.

"Oh my fuck, she's pretty."

"Who is she?"

"I guess I'll swing with her tonight, honey."

"She's got one pretty ass..."

Murmurs echo in the background, coming from the guests who've come to have ultimate pleasure tonight.

Their eyes trail after me while I walk up to the guards, who have their jaws on the floor, their faces white with shock.

Some are drooling while others look at me with recognition on their faces.

I clasp my phone tight in my hand, eyes on them with a cheeky smile on my face.

I want to break a record tonight, to remind Michael that I'm hot and that he's the one who's going to miss out.

I won't let myself be fooled into thinking I'm bad in bed, just like his son once told me.

"Miss..." One of the guards greets me, gulping loudly as his eyes wander around my body.

"Do you need to search me?" I ask teasingly, raising my arms.

A dirty grin plays on my face as I watch them exchange glances. Apart from the naked adoration in their eyes as they look at me, I notice the fear in their depths also.

It's as if they're afraid of what will happen to them if they so much as breathe the same air I breathe.

"Why? You frisk others, don't you? Frisk me then." I encourage them, but they only shake their heads at me.

"We can't." One says in response.

That's surprising.

"O-okay. How about my invitation? I'm sure you'd like to have a look..."

"There's no need, miss. Please go in." The one with red hair chirps in, opening the door for me.

My smile widens. "How unfortunate, you just missed out on touching me." I tease as I go in, my heels clacking on the floor.

Murmurs arise in my wake, coming from them.

"I can't believe she's this hot."

"No wonder he's mad over her."

I don't give a shit about their gossip. I follow the familiar route I remember until I'm in the club.

The lights are neon, and the blaring music stirs a sensual atmosphere.

The scent of sex and echoes of moans in the space overwhelm me.

My eyes flit through the place and the people until they land on that booth where I gave Michael a lap dance.

Hunger flares low in my belly, sending a trickle of arousal through me.

I feel it dampen my panties as I remember how my body rocked his. How he sucked my nipples and smelled my pussy.

I'm not here to be reminded about our first encounter. I'm only here to make him pay.

I go into action, moving past the Milfs fucking and enjoying each other with a strap-on dildo, past the man teasing his partner for the night with a vibrator, past the two older men devouring each other's mouths as they rubbed their cocks together until I reach the middle of the room.

Of course, all of them stop what they're doing to look at me, their gazes hungry.

Eyes on me, they start to murmur amongst themselves, especially the men.

"Who do we have here?" One of the men says, leering at me.

The others nod their heads, palming their hard dicks.

"I came to play," I say, looking them in the eye one after another. They're all naked from head to toe except me.

I edge close to one of them, trailing my fingers over his strong jawline, my tongue licking the air between his lips and mine.

Moving on to another, I tease his nipples, feeling him jerk.

Sensual mewls resound in the space, heightening the tension and my satisfaction.

It's exactly what I wanted- an undivided attention by pussy-hungry men.

"Hmm?" I croon, moving onto another, teasing him. Finally, I sprawl on the big empty sofa and face them. "So, which one of you is game?"

"Me."

"Take me."

"I'm game."

Answers reverberate through the room, the men, even women, step forward, presenting themselves to me.

Cocks of different sizes and lengths fill my vision, beading and throbbing hard. The women hold their titties in their hands, bouncing them.

They're ready, eager to get their hands on me.

I grin dirtily, taking a video of what's happening.

Then I send them all to Michael with the caption– Who's losing now? Let's see by the time I've tasted these precious meals here.

I add a picture of myself in the lingerie I'm wearing.

It doesn't take long for calls to start coming into my phone, blaring loudly and deafening.

But I don't answer because I'm playing a game tonight.

Ignoring his calls, I crook a finger to one of the men, and as he steps forward, I tell him.

"Show me what you've got."

Tbc.