2.1 Chapter Arslan

We park on Central, by the club. We redid a lot of things, there are no questions about the facade, it was made streamlined. The designer did a good job, it was not for nothing that they pulled it from the capital, we paid a lot of money, it agreed straight away, it didn't even break down.

"LIGHTS OF SPACE"

- What's up? - I turn to my guards. - Let's go and see how the interior design lives up to its name, shall we?

I approved the design project myself, but it turned out even better in real life. The inside is also streamlined, there is no mirror shine as there is on the outside so as not to glare, and there are enough bright lights on the dance floor as it is. The area is impressive, due to the second floor the ceiling seems to be a star galaxy, planets and stars seem real. - Well, it's impressive. The DJ desk looks like a spaceship. Unrealistically mesmerizing suspended cages for dancers hang from the ceiling. Planet-shaped tables all over the second floor, only in the VIP rooms. A separate staircase leads to My Office, which is also on the second floor. Looking at the study, I think that once in a distant childhood, my whole house, in which I lived, was smaller than this study. A sleeping area, a desk with a chair, a rest area, even a small dressing room, a bathroom and a shower. Well, everything here is just as I like it, in muted colors, a purely masculine version. Panoramic window on the whole wall for observation, the whole first floor as in the palm of my hand, only I can see, and on the other side - a mirror reflection under the design of the club. We're opening in a couple days. I turn to my head of security:

- Pash, invite the manager to my place.

Talked to the manager about the last details. Left alone in the office, sitting on the leather sofa, laptop on his lap, plunged into work. A knock on the door.

- Come in! - When I heard the clatter of heels, I looked up, my designer. Figureheaded, I realized.

- Good evening, Arslan Valiyevich.

- Hi. Is there a problem, did the money not arrive on the account? - I asked without taking a break from my laptop.

- No, no! It's all right. - The girl with red hair, thickly painted eyes, and unnaturally plump, bright red lips, wearing a tight, short, in my opinion, vulgar dress, hurried to assure me.

- Uh, I just wanted to say goodbye to you in person, I'm leaving today, my work is done. - trying to pry her breasts out of her revealing cleavage. She says it so languidly that it doesn't take a more direct hint to realize the sweaty bitch has come to spread her legs. My gaze falls on the wedding ring on her right finger, and the bitch is married. Decided to have some fun while her husband's home? Well, let's have some fun. I like to punish whores like that. I squint my eyes and, with a wry grin, I ask:

- What's your name again?

- Julia. - she blurted out.

Putting the laptop aside, I spread my legs wide:

- Well, Ju-lee-yah, come on, say goodbye.

Her brightly painted eyes lit up with lust, throwing up her hands, the girl tried to unzip her dress.

- Don't, Julia! Get down on your knees and give me a good blowjob! - I reached into my pocket for a handkerchief. - Just wipe your lips," I handed her the handkerchief. She took the handkerchief and deftly wiped off her lipstick.

- Good girl! I love an obedient slut. - I reached out and stroked her cheek, and she started to nuzzle like a cat.

- Say, Julia? Are you a slut? - she takes my questions as role-play and turns on me.

- Yeah, I'm a slut, your slut.

- Does the husband know he's married to a whore?

- And we won't tell him. - The bitch's eyes sparkled lustfully.

- Well, then get to it, Julia.

- She, kneeling between my spread legs, unbuckled my belt, zipped it up, and pulled a hard cock out of my boxers. Grasping the base, the girl let out, "-Wow!!! Ah, you're big!!!

- Don't wait, come on, work with your mouth! - The girl bent down and took the head in her mouth, licking a drop of pre-seed with her tongue. My cock twitched from the caress of the woman's tongue on the head, I sharply sucked in air through my nostrils. Leaning back on the headboard of the couch, I closed my eyes, accepting the oral caresses of the redheaded slut. The bitch's monotonous movements are quickly boring me. I watch her sucking my cock diligently, taking half of it in her mouth. With one hand I take her hair, gathering it painfully on the back of her head, and pull it away from my cock, leaning slightly toward her face and spitting out the words, saying:

- Do whores suck like that? I'm going to teach you how to suck cock, so you can show your skills to your husband at home! - She starts to realize that she is a sick bastard, I see fear in her eyes and grin. I bring her face close to my cock and say softly:

- Say aah. - obediently opens his mouth.

- Open wide, baby, and stick your tongue out. - obey, do as you're told.

In one powerful thrust I fill her wet mouth to its full length, pulling her to my groin, holding her tightly by her hair, she gasps, trying to pull away, but I hold on, not letting go.

- Good whore, obedient, breathe through your nose.

I pull her head back and start thrusting hard, fucking the girl's throat. She bucked against my thighs, trying to push me away, but in vain. Her mooing and throaty slurping sounds can be heard throughout the office.

- Good girl, good student. Maybe your husband should have taped it. I'm sure he doesn't know how deep his wife's throat is, there's plenty of room for my balls. - between thrusts, I told the whore. I let her breathe a little, I get up from the couch, and the whore is also on her knees at my groin.

Pushing into her throat again, holding her by her hair and chin.

- Relax your throat. - I'm giving you an order.

- Good. - I slammed into her throat, speeding up, the slurping sounds echoing back into the office.

- Come on! Use your throat! - I command you. - That's what you came here for! - I'm gritting my teeth.

I feel myself getting close, thrusting mercilessly into the slut's throat. I started to cum, pushing her full length until her nose was against my crotch. I cum profusely down this slut's throat, reflexively twitching against the wall of her throat. As I cum, I push her off me. I watch as she chokes on my cum, half of it spilling out of her mouth. I hum as I look at her. She's on her knees, trying to catch her breath, disheveled, her makeup smeared, drooling and cum dripping down her chin and into her cleavage. What were you hoping for, coming to me and offering yourself as a whore? In this game everyone, even the most expensive whore, plays by my rules.

- I see you didn't enjoy it at all. Maybe next time you should think before you offer yourself up as a cheap whore.

Cleaned himself up, walked over, opened my office door.

- Vanya! - I called out to the guard. - Get that whore out of my office! Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. - Walking back into the office, I took out a hundred bucks from the inside pocket of my jacket, shoved it into my cleavage and threw a pack of napkins, met with the redhead's hateful gaze. But I guess she realizes I'm not the type to hurl insults, so she keeps quiet. - It's for cosmetics, yours is ruined, please your husband.

Taking his laptop, he walked out of the office, heading for his car.

Vanya got rid of the whore within ten minutes. We get into two tinted jeeps. My driver is Vitya, next to him on the passenger seat in front of the driver sits my chief of security, Pasha. He turns to me and asks:

- Home, Ars?

- Yes, Pash, go home, that's all for today.

Two SUVs smoothly pulled out of the club's parking lot in the direction of my house.