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Next Friday I walked into the Velvet Room, paid my cover and didn’t even sit down. Jade drifted towards me. I smiled, apologised and walked straight past her to the redhead at the end of the bar.
“I’m picking you first,” I said.
Scarlett looked up, and the grin she gave me was worth every penny I didn’t have. “Took you long enough. VIP?”
“VIP.”
In the booth she pulled the curtain and pushed me down onto the couch.
“Bryony,” she said. “That’s my real name. You’ve earned it.” Then she glanced up at the corner. “And the camera in this booth’s been broken since Tuesday.”
She stripped slowly, black lace on the floor, then knelt and unzipped me with cold, eager fingers. She sucked me deep for a full song while I gripped the velvet, then climbed into my lap and rolled a condom down me from her garter.
“No rules,” she whispered, and sank onto me.
She was hot and soaking, and she rode me hard, my hands finally on every inch of her, her freckled tits in my mouth, her nails in my shoulders. The couch thumped the wall. Somewhere down the corridor Dez coughed pointedly. She didn’t care. She came grinding on me with a sharp little cry, and I came hard right after her, holding her down.
She stayed in my lap, forehead to mine.
“Next week,” she said, “you don’t pay. You pick me up at two and take me for chips.”
“Deal.”
“And Owen? Always pick me first.”
Ending 23 of 25: First Pick. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.