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Next Friday I went back with sixty quid in my pocket and a firm plan. No VIP room. No champagne. Just a stool at the bar.
Jade spotted me and came over, all sequins and sparkle. “My champagne man! Booth’s free.”
“I’m staying here,” I said. “I’ll buy you one vodka soda. Then I’d just like to talk.”
She blinked. “Talk.”
So we talked. About the stag do with the Monopoly money. About her cat. About my job centre appointment, which had gone badly. Somewhere around the second hour she stopped doing the voice, the purring sales voice, and just talked like a person.
“You know that bottle cost the club eleven quid,” she said eventually.
“I know.”
“And you came back anyway.”
“I came back for you. Not the fizz.”
She looked at me for a long time. Then she took my hand and led me through the curtain into an empty booth, and she didn’t pick up the menu.
“This one’s on the house,” she said. “And the rules are off.”
She stripped slowly, then pulled my jeans down and climbed onto me, guiding my hands to her full tits. She rolled a condom on me and slid down onto my cock with a long groan, wet and tight, and rode me deep while I sucked her dark nipples, her swallow tattoo right under my lips. She came grinding hard, hand over her own mouth. I came seconds after, holding her down on me.
“Priya,” she whispered. “My name. Don’t tell Dez.”
Ending 13 of 25: On the House. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.