First signs of love

Rex stood at the bar side, away from the beaming light of the Sky-Racks, watching Angela.

Fascinated by her alluring demeanor.

The lady carries an amiable spirit, gracious and standing out amid the companions she entered with.

Rex lingered, reveling his vodka and unbothered at the night's noise. But, intrigued as to why the epitome of femininity dares to stride into a wildcat's area, a place filled with drunken fellows? Except, she's here to dance on hind legs and until dawn like a gazelle.

She could get drunk and groped too. At the realization, irritation jabs at Rex over the prospect of any other beside him, working mischievous things on her body.

She wore a knock-out, but that's not why Rex came to the club for. Her lips were luscious. Imagine the sensations of getting a blow job from such. Ahh, such thoughts. The girl was becoming a distraction to his mission tonight.

Her breasts are perfect and voluptuous, flaunting in rhythm with her body's movement.

Okay, that's enough. He cautioned his third legs to process less. Imagine being spotted with an erection.

Rex's gratitude goes to the dimmed lights, and to the table he was leaning on. Still, the pole has a means of expressing its attraction. But the one obstacle?

Rex is distant from the sub-business he owns.

Yes, where it there, he would've requested the lady to be brought to his chambers. To spend the midnight dominating her.

She would have enjoyed the master in him, tonight.

This is not only because he was their boss, but acquaintances and the ladies consider him as their ideal lover.

No doubt, most fantasize and have probably fucked his imagination more times than they could count.

But, where they experience differently, Rex's mirror sees a scaled frame filled with a hurtful past, except for the resolve he chose to flourish in the business world.

Still, Thomas is being annoying. Being his friend for ages, he knows his acquaintance only rolls out at night and next to a professional submissive.

But asking Rex to wait for him in a non-sub and now having the girl in red attire frustrate his rod?

‘Yep, I will deal with my associate tomorrow, if I don't have my way with this beauty tonight,’ Rex vows.

He discreetly strokes his length, enjoying the prospect and process of convincing a none-sub.

The female looks inexperienced. Rex gets further frustrated and feeling reliable to cane Tom at the very minute.

Of all places, this is where he selects to have them meet?

The people here are forming unnecessary decency, and some were even too busy playing the

boss's role.

Rex snarls out his annoyance at the fakes.

Before long, he contemplates shutting the Sky-Rack's down for good. Well, not until the girl with the gladiator shoes wobbles on her heels toward the latrine quarters.

And so Rex followed.

Reading the notice on the panel, he sees the hallway is welcoming to the gents and the female's alike.

Whilst the ladies stared at him, the men paid less attention to his entrance. A few steps further, Rex makes out a discharging sound, and the exhilaration of relief.

‘Now, this is the life.’

What a naughty butterfly, ending a leak session like that.

Oh baby, I could show you another globe. I could run my feathers along your torso, spank and enter only when you beg. Rex, mind-countered.

But, since there wasn't much of a thing to do than to wait until she's out, he distracted his time, studying the long hallway of the sky-Rack's convenience.

The place is surprisingly up to my standard. He concluded.

While they lined marble tiles until it kissed the rooftop, soft music from the lounge echoes to add to his already beating heart.

Anticipating an encounter with the red-hair has Rex's nerves on the edge. Not enjoying feeling like a love struck male, beside the boss who pays not less than a thousand workers, had the handsome CEO squinting his eyelids in utter disbelief of himself.

What a first. They usually threw themselves at him. But this one got Rex to a toilet, chasing her?

Bewildered, he reached for the nearest tap to rinse his palms. All a part of the charade to use in keep lingering.

‘Just how long does it take one female to come out of a relief room?’

Yes, he was pressed, but were he to step into the gent, his newest interest would leave this convenience while he's still in there,

So Rex stood rooted, washing his hands, indirectly waiting for an encounter.

What seemed like a lifetime afterward to him, the auburn beauty took her first steps out of the ladies room, and testing to see if she could walk without stumbling on her knees too.

When she staggers to a near slipping point, Rex's heart had a skipping reaction, one rather new to him.

“You should discard the shoe if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“Excuse me,”

She said, while Rex's ego felt less deserving of the two lettered words, the way her eyes lit up to convey her instant attraction, had him further disappointed.

This interest must be a product of the alcohol inducement. She has nothing special to offer.

Rex consolidated himself, regretting why he came to seek her out at all.

But when she took a lick of those sumptuous lips, Rex's jaws spoke of its desires. It tells her to wait, even before he could come up with a good logic.

Being an entrepreneur and the initiative of the largest communication business has its pecks.

One of such comes with the ability to resolve dilemmas and swiftly too. Getting to where Angela stood, Rex bends to undo her gladiator shoes. It wasn't a benefiting status. But none here will recognize him as the CEO of Rex-field enterprise. Not only was his make-up misleading, he still hardly takes pictures, and so not everyone knows him in person.

Following his pants, Rex laid claims first to her right ankles.

What? The girl was uncomfortable, after all.

Soon, Rex was immersed into the knight's role. The first shoe out, Angela exhaled a delightful sound. It was unplanned but seductive, tormenting Rex's poles further. His production machine hardened in width and grit, forcing him to look upwards at its source of discomfort.

“You know, it's inappropriate to start what you don't wish to see a stranger to do to your pussy. They could end up stroking your pet to abandon, and when they finally leave, there won't be a cat left to spend the day lazily sleeping on your porch,” he seductively stressed the last part slow, serving her a dish of the wild emotions emitting from their connection.

Their eyes collided in a dare stare.

Rex takes time to maneuver his fingers, greasing them at a sluggish pace, surprised to enjoy teasing the lady.

When he eased off her last plight, Rex restrained himself from playing chess.

“Aww” she moaned.

“Keep doing that, and I might take you up here and before all these people.”

“You wouldn't do that now, or would you?”

“Sweetheart, don't count on it. Your thighs are clenched, still trying to hide your arousal?”

While that's nothing but a truth premise, Rex, however, marveled at himself.

‘Indeed, what a first.’

He concluded.