felt it coming from deep inside her, the pleasure of the orgasm flowing out from her core and through her body like an electric shock of satisfaction. The orgasm rushed to her vagina, pulsing through the flesh of her body. She gasped for air. She arched her back. She stretched out her legs and flexed her toes in pleasure. She was orgasming. It felt so good she wanted to cry out but she couldn’t. She had to remain silent. She was panting by the time she’d finished climaxing.
When she was done she rolled over onto her side and pulled the blanket up over her naked body. She didn’t care that she’d wet the sheets.
XIV
H OLDEN AND JIMMY WERE HEADED for a fancy night club on Hudson Street. They were in Soho, an area with crazy nightlife and a lot of bars and clubs. Jimmy wanted to get a cab but Holden had insisted on driving the J10. They pulled up outside the club and immediately the bouncer told them they couldn’t park there. Holden looked at the entrance to the club. There was a line of hundreds of people waiting to get in. It was ridiculous.
“You’re going to have to move along, fellas,” the bouncer said. “No one parks here.”
Jimmy looked at Holden questioningly.
“What?” Holden said.
“You know how this works,” Jimmy said. “You haven’t been out of the game for that long.”
Holden sighed. He’d filled his wallet with cash back at the office. He opened it now and handed the bouncer a hundred dollar bill.
The bouncer looked at it and nodded. “Another one of these and you can skip the line.”
Holden gave him another bill and the bouncer escorted them into the club past the long line. Some of the people near the front of the line protested but when the other bouncers approached them they quietened down pretty quickly.
Inside, the music was so loud that it was impossible to talk. Strobe lights flashed incessantly. Holden followed Jimmy through the thick crowd on the dance floor and up a small flight of steps to a VIP area overlooking the entire club. There was a red rope on a pole blocking access to the VIP area and a girl dressed like a stripper was standing by it.
“You boys want table service?”
“Yes we do,” Jimmy said.
They had to shout to be heard. The girl looked them both over. They were dressed in the finest, most expensive suits money could buy and she knew it. She leaned close to their ears. “Follow me, boys,” she said. She took them both by the hand and led them toward an available table.
Holden allowed himself to be led by the girl. She looked good. There was no question about that. He wondered where clubs like this kept finding fresh girls to do these sorts of jobs.
When they got to their table Holden slipped her a hundred dollar bill too. This sort of money meant nothing to him. In the grand scheme of things he could have spent the rest of his life handing out hundred dollar bills to every single person he passed and he still wouldn’t have come close to spending even one percent of his total wealth. But there was something about places like this, environments like this, that had always made him feel faintly ridiculous. It was as if men who had money but nothing else came to these sorts of places to prove to themselves that they still had it. Holden had spent his fair share of time, and money, in places like this when he was younger, but he had always gotten a bigger thrill out of getting women without having to flash so much cash. He knew only too well that the oldest, ugliest, filthiest men could get naked women to drape themselves all over them in a place like this if they flashed enough cash.
As soon as they sat down two girls came over to their table. They weren’t dressed like the hostess who’d brought them to the table. They were dressed like ordinary patrons of the club but Holden knew exactly who they were and what they wanted. They were attracted to the fancy suits and easy flowing cash like hyenas. They were both wearing skimpy black dresses and
When she was done she rolled over onto her side and pulled the blanket up over her naked body. She didn’t care that she’d wet the sheets.
XIV
H OLDEN AND JIMMY WERE HEADED for a fancy night club on Hudson Street. They were in Soho, an area with crazy nightlife and a lot of bars and clubs. Jimmy wanted to get a cab but Holden had insisted on driving the J10. They pulled up outside the club and immediately the bouncer told them they couldn’t park there. Holden looked at the entrance to the club. There was a line of hundreds of people waiting to get in. It was ridiculous.
“You’re going to have to move along, fellas,” the bouncer said. “No one parks here.”
Jimmy looked at Holden questioningly.
“What?” Holden said.
“You know how this works,” Jimmy said. “You haven’t been out of the game for that long.”
Holden sighed. He’d filled his wallet with cash back at the office. He opened it now and handed the bouncer a hundred dollar bill.
The bouncer looked at it and nodded. “Another one of these and you can skip the line.”
Holden gave him another bill and the bouncer escorted them into the club past the long line. Some of the people near the front of the line protested but when the other bouncers approached them they quietened down pretty quickly.
Inside, the music was so loud that it was impossible to talk. Strobe lights flashed incessantly. Holden followed Jimmy through the thick crowd on the dance floor and up a small flight of steps to a VIP area overlooking the entire club. There was a red rope on a pole blocking access to the VIP area and a girl dressed like a stripper was standing by it.
“You boys want table service?”
“Yes we do,” Jimmy said.
They had to shout to be heard. The girl looked them both over. They were dressed in the finest, most expensive suits money could buy and she knew it. She leaned close to their ears. “Follow me, boys,” she said. She took them both by the hand and led them toward an available table.
Holden allowed himself to be led by the girl. She looked good. There was no question about that. He wondered where clubs like this kept finding fresh girls to do these sorts of jobs.
When they got to their table Holden slipped her a hundred dollar bill too. This sort of money meant nothing to him. In the grand scheme of things he could have spent the rest of his life handing out hundred dollar bills to every single person he passed and he still wouldn’t have come close to spending even one percent of his total wealth. But there was something about places like this, environments like this, that had always made him feel faintly ridiculous. It was as if men who had money but nothing else came to these sorts of places to prove to themselves that they still had it. Holden had spent his fair share of time, and money, in places like this when he was younger, but he had always gotten a bigger thrill out of getting women without having to flash so much cash. He knew only too well that the oldest, ugliest, filthiest men could get naked women to drape themselves all over them in a place like this if they flashed enough cash.
As soon as they sat down two girls came over to their table. They weren’t dressed like the hostess who’d brought them to the table. They were dressed like ordinary patrons of the club but Holden knew exactly who they were and what they wanted. They were attracted to the fancy suits and easy flowing cash like hyenas. They were both wearing skimpy black dresses and
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