Unholy Deeds.

Chapter Seven: SPONTANEOUS P2

Khalil

I pulled over in front of their gate. I asked one of the guards to ask for Simon. Moments later he came walking out the gate with the hottest leather outfit. He wore his freshly straightened hair loose today and it was a few inches below his ass. His small waist was exposed between his leather pants and leather tight crop top. He cat walked to the car and opened the backseat door.

Khalil: Why don't you come seat next to me.

Simon: If I do that I might get tempted and fuck you. Let's save the fuckin for later.

Khalil: You're still going to fuck me even after I did?

Simon: If you stay bad, I might.

I chuckled and drove off his gateway. The navigation system gave us directions to the club SPONTANEOUS and before we knew it we were parked at their parking lot. There was a long line outside but Simon and I never stood in line because some guard already knew we were coming. We entered the packed building and went to the main bar to grab some drinks. Simon and I had nine shots of tequila just to get our freak on. There were alot of exotic dancers in this club both male and female dancers. While others swung and spun on the pole others were giving people within the club lap dances. A staff member approached us and told to proceed to the Paradise room, William was waiting for us. We squeezed through the excited crowd and the skilled dancers. We walked towards the Paradise passing some crazy rooms with crazy people. The doors to the Paradise room opened slowly revealing the beauty behind it. A dimly red lit room with a glass floor, mini circular stage with a strip pool from its center to the ceiling, a long couch with a mini coffee table in front it. William was seated there drinking come whiskey while watching some people having sex below below the see through floor. Simon immediately took off his leather pants and started swinging on the pole in his thongs. I slowly made my way to the couch and sat besides William.

William: Someone is in a good mood.

Khalil: That's just the nine shots of tequila spinning.

We both chuckled before he handed me a cigar and lit it for me.

William: Is that his hair or a wig?

Khalil: His hair. Pretty long right?

William: Long and healthy.

We chuckled softly before suffering the cold presence of silence. We were both without a topic and had nothing in common. We locked eyes for a while not knowing what to say to each other.

William: You know, I have never fucked a black guy before.

Khalil: Shut up and fuck me.

He reached in and kissed me slamming me aggressively on the couch and resting his heavy body on mines. My ass was squeezed with just a grab from his strong right hand before my pants were tore off my big legs. I ripped his shirts off from his back while kissed me with his soft pink lips on my neck. He took my vests off and sucked my nipples. My big dick was stone hard and when William saw how big it was he chuckled.

William: Wow, your dick is really that big! Are you sure you want to be the bottom in this?

Khalil: I have never been a bottom so yeah. If you want to ride big John you will ride him later.

He bit his lower lip and kissed me again this time with his long tongue in my mouth. He pulled back is face from my face and smeared his dick my saliva from the two fingers he had shoved deep in my mouth moments ago.

William: You might want to grab on to something.

Before I could move my hands from his back he drove in his Italian dick deep inside me making me groan like a lion who has a big thorn stuck in his paw. My legs were crossed behind his back shaking while he held my hands above my head. He licked my ear before we panted in each other's ears warning each other's necks with our heavy breathing.

Simon: Damn you two, I'm still in here. This is my que to leave.

We were busy enjoying each other's bodies and paid no attention to what he said. He took his leather pants and left us enjoying ourselves.

Simon

I put on my pants back on right outside the door to the room where my husband and my client were having a nice time leaving me out of it. I walked through the crowd stumbling a few times and made my to the Dj booth.

Simon: Who's next on stage?

Dj: Who the fuck are you?

Simon: Who's next on the mother fuckin stage?!

Dj: Nobody!...

I wanted so bad to get on that stage and I was going to get on that stage no matter the circumstances.

Simon: Get me on that stage.

Dj: What?!..no!

Simon: Get me on that fuckin stage!! William orders that I get on that stage!

Dj: OK ok! What's your name?

Simon: Simon.

Dj: Your stage name idiot?!

What?! I have to think of a stage name. What the hell am I going to call myself? I thought really long and hard about it until the weirdest name hit my head.

Simon: Call me Simon The Summoned Whore.

Dj: Um okay....what song do you want me to play?

Simon: BOA by Megan Thee Stallion.

Dj: Cool, whore.

Simon: Quick question, where can I get a quick makeover? Attire and stuff?

Dj: If you want to dress up like a bitch in the girls locker room. Mitch!!

He called for a bouncer to escort me to the locker rooms where I got my whole complete new look from. I'm talking bout the dopest high heels, my thongs and chained small bra. When I signaled the Dj he announced that I was going on stage for the crowd. They all cheered when BOA starting playing and my white ass got on stage. I shaked my ass for the crowd bouncing it up and down like a beach ball before I swung my tiny body on that pole. I climbed my way up and did a gangster walk on the ceiling. The crowd was cheering crazy throwing Dollar bills at me. I did a split on the pole will spinning like a pro before I did a monkey drop on the stage and positioned myself in a split before shaking my ass once again. The crowd cheered even louder. I climbed back up on the pole and I did what was once my signature move, a scorpio spinning all the way down again ending my routine. When I was done I scooped all my cash into plastic bags and went back to the locker rooms and changed back into my clothes. I stashed on bag of of cash in Khalil's car and spent the rest of my three bags on quality booze. I from tipsy to drunk within minutes. It was all fun and games cheering amongst the crowd and spending money on strippers, engaging on BDSM activities in one of their sex dungeons with some of the hottest black men. Well that was until of course I bumped into my masochist ex with a bipolar disorder. He leaned on the wall with his arm staring straight at the dungeon doors as if he was waiting for me to come out. I wanted to wipe his smirk off with a slap the moment I saw him smile. He is basically the whole reason I dont do white men no more. The sex, the trauma and the drama. Three major reasons. He slowly approached me and hugged me making my weak body cringe.

Simon: Get your hands off me Sky!

Sky: Come on now Simon, is that how you greet an old friend?

I sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes. Old friend?? As if he didn't try killing me multiple times. He really made me question myself where the rich sweet kid I fell in love with go.

Sky: I couldn't help but get excited when I saw you on that stage working that pole. That just took me back to High School.

Simon: Fuck your little memory stroll. What do you want?

Sky: I want to make it up to you. Let me buy you a drink.

Simon: Are you as blind as a bat? Can't you see I already have it in my system? Right now I am tired, I want to go home.

Sky: Let me take you home.

I glared at him completely shocked. My gut was telling me if I trusted him I might end up dead or held hostage wherever it is he might keep me cooped. I decided to entrust him with the task since I dont have a chauffeur yet and Khalil is still having his fun. He excited ass led me to his car and I immediately dozed off because of how stuffy it was. "Oh fuckin no" were my last words before I closed my eyes shut.

William

I spent two hours with Khalil unintentionally but really enjoyed the company he kept. As we put back on our fucked up clothes my ass felt as if it was slightly turned to jelly. We both walked out the room in feeling good. The whole therapeutic night didn't go the way I planned it to go but I'm glad the couple enjoyed themselves. Speaking of couple I haven't seen Simon for the past two hours and it was him I should have fucked tonight. I asked some of the staff if they knew his whereabouts but all their answers were different. Some last saw him on headed backstage after he danced, some last saw him headed to the sex dungeons but never saw him come out. Then Mitch told me he left with some random guy. We searched for him in the whole club and yes, it would seem he had indeed left the club. Plan gone completely south. I fucked the wrong boy but don't completely regret it. You dont need a ticket to ride on Big John in Khalil's pants. If being a surgeon doesn't work out for him I pray he becomes one of the dancers in my club. Once we sure Simon was gone I escorted him to his car. He leaned against it and pulled me in for a long kiss before he got into his car.

Khalil: You can ride on Big John whenever you feel like it, all you have to do is give me a call.

William: Sure thing.

We exchanged numbers before I watched him drive away from the parking lot. Way to end the night when it was only still young.

THE NEXT MOTHERFUCKIN DAY!

Simon

I opened my eyes slowly not even sure I was alive. My body was sick and my head was heavy. I blinked once or twice trying to get my vision straight and when everything got clear I wanted to shut my eyes again and wake from this reality that has turned into my nightmare.

Simon: Sky?!!

Sky: Morning sleepy head. Missed me, you wont have to ever miss me again.

I looked around and realized he had cuffed my wrist to his bed.

Simon: No, no, No!!!

Sky: Better get comfy bitch, you ain't never leaving me.