Hunter sat at the bar of his friend's sex club, elbow propped on the black lacquer surface as he swirled his whiskey in his glass. The room around him was filled with low, pulsing base and the soft murmur of hushed conversations; couples consisting of client and club employee, soft giggles, low laughs, the occasional moan that was just slightly too loud.

Since discovering his fiancee was having an affair and only planned to marry him for his money, Hunter had been coming to Anders club hoping to clear his mind of the woman he thought he loved, the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, but after a few empty encounters on the house he was left feeling more hollow than when he started. The girls at the club were beautiful and good at what they did, but it was all calculated, performative.  

He stared at himself in the mirror behind the bar, glad that his image was partially obscured by the varying liquor bottles. He barely recognized himself, with hazel eyes that looked tired, dirty blonde hair that he'd run his hand through so many times it no longer sat neatly parted. His loose tie and white shirt were stained with coffee. The coffee... he thought to himself.  

An hour earlier he'd been staying late at his office, his in the sense that he was the CEO. He'd taken a break from the harsh light of his personal office, with floor to ceiling windows and sleek modern furniture, and ventured down to the bullpen floor. It was a mission to stretch his legs and search out coffee from the employee lounge. Usually his assistant would fetch him drinks from the obscenely expensive coffee machine he'd bought as an employee reward, but he'd sent him home hours ago. With a full mug he began to weave his way back to the elevator, the labyrinthine walkways between the cubicles lit only by the dim glow of unmanned computer screens and eerie silence.  

Splash.

Out of nowhere a body crashed into him and his coffee mug careened into his chest before he dropped it, abandoned on the floor. 

"Shit!" he hissed as the hot liquid soaked through his shirt and the scalding fabric clung to his abs. But as he looked up, face full of fury and ready to tear into the cause of his pain, the words quickly died in his throat.

The person who had bumped into him was maybe 5'5", a mass of dark curls falling around her shoulders, fair skin and full lips. Lips that were currently set in a hard line. Her perfectly sculpted brows were furrowed and he resisted the urge to reach up and smooth out the line between them. He'd almost forgotten the burn over his stomach when this girl discarded flowers from a vase on a nearby desk and tossed the contents over the coffee stain. The cold replaced the burning sensation, water trickling down the front of his pants.

Neither of them spoke; in fact, she didn't even look at his face as she unzipped her black hoodie and stripped it away, bundling the fabric against him and dabbing with a gentle touch. A small smile curled on his lips and he let her. Intense gazes made note of each detail about her: the way her silk blouse was a size too big, probably in an effort to hide the shape of her body underneath. The flared, pleated skirt that cut off mid thigh, legs wrapped in black sheer stockings.  

Suddenly the elevator began to ding and her gaze snapped over like a startled rabbit. Without warning she stuffed the hoodie into his hands, a silent gesture to dry himself, and she fled towards the stairwell.  

I didn't even get her name. She definitely doesn't work for me... he thought as he took a sip of his whiskey, lifting his gaze across the bar. His breath caught. No fucking way... There she was. The amber liquid burned as he downed what was left in the glass, and without wasting another second he moved through the crowd.  

"You owe me a shirt... Or at least an apology." Calm, assured, a little flirty. That was the tone he used when he stopped behind her and spoke. She turned slowly to look at him, annoyance giving way to recognition and a flicker of guilt as her blue eyes scanned the coffee stain on his shirt. "Do you work here? Or just visiting?" he spoke again, this time filling the space with questions, almost desperate to hear what her voice sounded like.  

Still nothing.  

Instead, she looked at him as if weighing a decision and then lightly took his hand in hers. Her skin was soft, touch warm and gentle, and he followed her through the crowd. About 12 feet from bar she stopped at a door, keyed a number into the pad and lead him inside. So she must work here... Definitely new.  

When the soft click of the door locking sounded behind them, she grasped his arms and pulled him over to a chair in the center of the room. It looked almost like a steel dining chair with black leather upholstery. Her movements were gentle but decisive as she turned him and pushed him to sit in the seat, a hand trailing across his shoulders as she moved around him. The heat from her touch seeped through the fabric. Gently caressing his arms, she stroked from his shoulders, down his biceps, to his wrists.

Clank.  

The handcuffs rattled as she bound him to the chair. A second later she appeared in front of him again, her left leg lifting as she swung it over his lap. Hunter caught the flash of lace at the top of her stockings and the clasp of a suspender belt digging softly into the flesh of her thigh. As she straddled him, he bit his lip. She was so close, body almost pressing against him, he could feel the heat from her body but she never settled fully. Never let the weight of her press down on his growing bulge.  

"Are you always this much of a tease?" His voice was rough, low as he spoke, and he immediately regretted saying anything as she stood and disappeared again. Had he frightened her away like prey?  

"Where did you go, Bunny?" If he couldn't find out her name, he'd give her an apt nickname. There was noise behind him, like rummaging through various items, and when she returned, Hunter wasn't prepared for what she did next.

In one hand she held a bottle of lube, unscented, unflavoured, flicking the cap open with her thumb. Her soft, full lips parted and she lifted the bottle. With a soft squeeze of the plastic she began to pour the lube into her mouth like an athlete on a sports drink commercial, bright blue eyes focused on his without blinking. Her mouth full, she closed the cap and set the bottle down on a table beside them so that her now free hand could move to the fly of his tailored pants. Pants that now looked as though they might tear at the seams if he wasn't freed soon.

Delicate, slender fingers traced over his bulge and popped the button at his waist before grasping the zipper and slowly pulling it down. When she'd finally worked him free, his hard shaft sprang into the cool air of the room. Her gaze flickered down then, taking in the sight of him, and he felt a warm satisfaction at the blush that crept its way up her neck.  

That smug feeling was short lived as she swept her dark hair over one shoulder, grasped the base of him with her warm, tender touch and then leaned forward. Her lips parted and her tongue dangled out, drizzling the lube over his manhood like honey. The warm liquid splashed against his cock head and he shivered, the temperature contrast to the room glaringly obvious. That’s the same temperature of her mouth, was his only thought as droplets trickled down the length of his rod, still held to attention by her grasp.

The hand she’d been hiding behind her back emerged then, and held in it? A clear, silicone fleshlight. Those piercing blue eyes shifted back to his as she brought the fake pussy to her lips and spat the remaining lube inside.  

Fuck. He could have cum just from that. His cock twitched and oozed precum as she turned the toy upside down and pressed it against his tip. Sheathing him was almost agonizingly slow as she pushed the toy down his length until he was completely seated inside.  

“Stop playing with me, Bunny,” he almost growled out.

That blush returned to creep up her neck, and this time it covered her ears. Fuck, she was pretty like that. Closer, with more time to look, he could see her pale skin was dusted with freckles and he wanted so badly to know where else they covered. The corner of her mouth twitched as if she were stifling as smile as she began to move the pocket pussy, thrusting it up and down at slowly increasing speed. The only sounds in the room were his labored breathing and the wet suction of him thrusting into the warm mixture of lube and her saliva. Each pull up garnered a twist to the right and each thrust down to the left, grinding the toy in a circular motion as it bobbed up and down on his cock.

Her eyes were transfixed, watching the head of his dick split the silicone with each thrust. He could tell she was enjoying this too, her breathing harder than before, nipples now visible through the soft silk meant to conceal her body but, in the heat and sensual light of the room, seemed to enhance her shape as it clung to her. She had an ample chest and small waist that flared into wide hips. He imagined turning her around and flipping her skirt up to get a good look at what he was sure was a perfect ass, straining against the cuffs around his wrists. 

She noticed his thighs part and, as if she sensed he was close, she picked up speed. Faster and faster, a little harder. He felt his balls tighten, and just as he felt that familiar tug, she pulled the fleshlight off with a wet pop. The sudden rush of cold air made his skin prickle in goosebumps, but what surprised him more was the almost immediate warmth of her mouth. She hadn’t knelt, simply bent double, hair still swept over one shoulder, giving him the perfect view of her cheek hollowing as she sucked him inside.

He came with a deep, throaty groan, seed spraying into her mouth, splashing against her tongue and the back of her throat as he emptied. Each rope of cum that shot into her mouth was accompanied by a breathy sound he was sure he’d never made before.

When he’d finished, she slipped him out of her mouth and looked up at him. Her jaw hung open so he could see his climax coating the inside of her mouth, pooling over her tongue, before she closed her mouth and swallowed it all down. Those same delicate fingers brushed at the corners of her mouth before she set the toy down on the table, right next to the lube. Her eyes dragged over his body slowly, down from his face to his dick still at half mast despite his recent orgasm and back up again. Their eyes met for a brief second and then... she turned and fled the room.  

“Bunny?!” The stunned shout echoed in the room. He wasn’t sure how much time passed before the door flew open again. A stranger walked in, not his mystery girl, but someone with far less clothing on. With an almost knowing smile she walked over and unfastened his cuffs. She fucking left me there? was his only angry thought as he tucked himself back into his pants. This definitely wasn’t over.  

To be continued...