TWENTY SEVEN

DAMON

"Shit!" I cursed loudly as I realized I didn't take my clothes with me.

As I stared down at my penis and the little redness smeared over its shaft, I wondered what happened to Selena that she suddenly stopped what we had going.

I was so close to feeling that explosive orgasm.

I could feel my insides rush with excitement. I can still recall how my legs curled with desire as our bodies moved rhythmically.

Selena felt what I felt as well, I could tell. The look on her face, the way her hands demanded my touch by digging her fingers into my skin, all that was enough to tell me that she enjoyed what we were sharing as much as I did.

But something happened mid-way that I couldn't decipher.

As my legs paced the small space that barricaded the bathroom from the corridor ahead, I felt a chill embrace my total nakedness.

With haste, I scanned the room and when I found a small mountain of folded towels tucked in a corner, I rejoiced.

It would indeed be a sad thing if I step out into the corridors looking like a man who lost all his clothes to muggers.

As I wrapped the towel around my waist, I noticed that I was still erect. My eyes studied the veined shaft and I wondered what to do.

It would be shameful of me to ease myself while Selena was still on the other side of the door. Especially since she was looking rather regretful about what just happened between us, it would be heartless of me if she walks out of the bathroom to see me stroking my cock vigorously.

But then, while I understood that she might be feeling regretful because it was her first time, I fail to understand why she pushed things to the point that we ended up having sex on the bathroom floor.

If she wasn't going to see it to the end, why did she bother to initiate anything? Why did she bother to bring up a one-week scheme if the first steamy moment we were going to share was going to stop halfway?

When Selena made the suggestion of becoming fuck buddies, the confidence in her voice made it seem like she would make the most of whatever intimate moment we have.

Of course, at first, she did attempt to make me feel things. When I felt the wetness of her mouth against my nipples, I felt a certain rush I had never experienced before. That contact made my heart race with a quest for more pleasure.

But then, I quickly felt the need to keep my intention of taking the upper hand. But, I had barely done that, I had merely uttered a few words and I sense the confidence that she always carried falling.

For a second, as I teased her, she felt delicate in my hold. She became a person I wanted to handle with care.

As her low moans reached my ears, all I wanted to do was make her feel the pleasure I was yet to feel myself.

So yes, I was ready. I was ready to see that moment to the end.

But, now, I am stuck with a semi-erect penis and the need for a bath.

The abrupt pause of our intimate moment will have an effect on me. I can already tell.

Since I can't pleasure myself at that point as it would be disrespectful, I felt slight frustration.

Soon, I decided to ease that frustration with a cold bath.

I was about to step out of that small room when I heard laughter from the bathroom.

No doubt, it was Selena's laughter.

A deep frown found its way to my forehead as I glanced at the light-brown polished door that led to the bathroom.

Her laughter, though gentle and somewhat cute, made me wonder if Selena had gone insane.

Who laughs after sharing an intimate moment with a man?

I have often heard about women jesting about the size of a man's dick. I looked down at mine which looked just right to me. Sometimes, when I find the need to pleasure myself in the corner of my room, I get frightened by the full length of my shaft whenever it is fully erect.

So, I quickly erased the thought that she was laughing at my size. After another glance at the door, I decided to push all forms of speculations out of my mind.

What I should be focusing on is getting rid of the strain in my groin area that keeps outlining its presence through the towel wrapped around my waist.

Soon, I stepped out of the room and as though it was not enough that Selena's laughter was still haunting my mind, I almost jammed my head into Lucius's thick chest.

With a blank look, the man grazed his sight through my bare chest. "Did she inform you about the next mission?" he asked as his eyes remained on my chest to my discomfort.

I cleared my throat as I glared at him, silently daring him to stop staring at my chest. "What mission?"

He finally looked into my eyes with his deadly gaze. "In two weeks, we have an important mission."

"She did not inform me," I replied with certain sternness in my voice.

"Well," he took a step closer to me, his thick breath falling upon the skin of my upper chest, "I am telling you now. You can spend the coming days enjoying your time in TIANOR."

"Hmm." I tried not to show it, but his proximity bothered me greatly. For some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about how easy it woukd be for him to land a knock in the middle of my head. "I will."

"See you in two weeks, rookie," Lucius said with a slight smirk on his face as he took a step back.

"Wait?" My right hand almost reached to touch his arm. I quickly caught myself and withdrew my hand to my side. "I won't see Selena for two weeks?"

"She has no business with you till then, so yes. Why?" The look on Lucius's face teased me in an annoying way. "Are you missing her already?" His haunting gaze quickly darted to my groin. "I can see you finally got to be with our boss. That's quite admirable considering how she abhors most of the men in her life. Enjoy it while it lasts."

While I hated the sense of loss I felt when Lucius confirmed that I would not be seeing Selena for two weeks, I found his scowling words more annoying than his probing glares.

I was about to throw a retorting response in his direction when he suddenly said, "You need to learn how to handle a gun. Your kind of weakness is not allowed in the Damish Gang. Your kind of weakness could get us killed. It could get our boss killed."

Surprisingly, I stayed still with a blank look on my face. I quickly reconsidered my intention to hurl heavy responses in the taller man's direction. Instead, I asked, "What is our location for the next mission?"

Lucius made a loud snort-like noise with his mouth as he turned. "You'll find out," was all he said as his lower body swayed in a way that contradicted the stern look he always carried.

Soon, I sighed, shook my head, and went to look for a bathroom. Thankfully, the little spat I had with Lucius was enough to reduce the pumped feeling in my penis.

So, all I did when I found a bathroom was wash up and enjoy the cold feel of the rushing water.

~

The so-called location that I was bound to find out about was a strip club.

So far, in the course of my existence, there are certain places that I never found myself thinking about walking into.

A strip club was one of those places.

Lucius picked me up from work, tossed me a fresh set of clothes, and subjected me to experiencing a journey that took almost three hours.

After, I put on my new set of clothes which were a simple t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Though simple, I noted how different I looked in them. Perhaps it was because they were new, but I found them a great fit.

I have spent most days of my life wearing the same old clothes and hand-me-downs, so I am easily amused by the feel and look of new outfits on my body.

After, I followed Lucius into the large building which looked pretty normal until I saw how lively and different it was inside.

As I walked past a gathering of men who were seated with excitement on their faces, and as I noticed the standing poles that blended in with the dark, flickering lights in the large room, I finally realized where I was.

A freaking strip club.