1. Good Old Boy's Club [Part 1]


    Date: 3/16/2015, Categories: Fiction, Cheating, Discipline, Domination/submission, Gay, Male Domination, Reluctance, Romance, Spanking, Young, Author: . glitter bomb ., Rating: 91.7, Source: sexstories.com

    towards the whale. “This is—“ The name was garbled out by the sudden roar of approval from the crowd, and Olly glanced up briefly to see that Candi had tossed her sequined bra out into the crowd. “—and I want you to take good care of him, understand?” Adonis said, patting Olly on the shoulder, pinky extended. “You bet,” Olly agreed, and met the whale’s eyes. It was only then that he noticed the wealthy man was almost ridiculously good looking. Oh, not in a typical way. He was tall, broad, with a lowered brow and a three-day rasp of a beard; but power exuded from him, casual, predatory confidence in just the way he sat. His hair was dark brown but appeared to be graying at the temples, and in this light his eyes looked blacker than sin. Olly’s blue eyes noted the expensive gold watch peeking out from beneath his blazer, and the square gold cufflinks which could not have been cheap. If Candi had been there, she would have drooled. Olly felt an odd, almost fearful exhilaration run up his spine. As Adonis floated away on a cloud of his spicy cologne, Olly stood there for a second, feeling rather awkward. The businessman raised an eyebrow. “Your boss is quite a character,” he said gruffly, his voice a deep timbre and lightly accented with a British burr. “The way he acts, you’d think nobody important ever sets foot in this place.” “Typically they don’t,” Olly couldn’t help but answer, and automatically refilled the martini glass of a giggling college girl. “Every now and then we ...
    get some people here on business, but not for long.” “Oh? What a shame. This place seems almost…” he paused, sipped his whiskey, and looked for the right words. “…Charming.” Olly knew he was supposed to uphold the good image of the club, and not badmouth it in anyway, but he couldn’t resist adding, “I think that’s the first time anyone’s described a stripclub as charming.” “You don’t think so?” the businessman asked, that intense gaze now seeming slightly less bored and more intrigued. “The music is loud,” Olly said with a shrug. Oh, those eyes were definitely showing intrigue now. “You’d think a young man like yourself would be delighted to work in a place…like this.” He gestured towards the stage, where one of the strippers was licking the pole she was grinding on. “I don’t swing that way,” Olly said, and turned away with what felt like a coy smile. His heart thumped—was he…was he flirting with this guy? True, that was part of his job, and it wouldn’t be the first time he flirted with a guy at a strip club. He would even daresay he enjoyed it more when it was a guy, not a girl, but genuinely gay men didn’t often visit The Dollhouse, so it was typically mock-serious. Not to mention he seldom flirted with older patrons who slightly terrified him. Olly felt the man’s gaze on his back, and hoped he wasn’t blushing. When Olly was afraid or turned on, he blushed like a girl. It was one of his least favorite attributes. When he felt his face had sufficiently calmed down, he turned ...
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