Crossing limts for revenge
The crowd of hers, an ocean of fans go ballistic towards the woman who stages herself on the platform. She was wearing the sluttiest pieces of clothes ever worn by women in the history of pole dances.
Her chest appeared out of her latex and her vagina was covered with a flesh color, overly comical strap on which she touches and plays with. Aaron was feeling a shudder down his spine. He did not expect his girlfriend to do such a thing and that too in public.
Her boobs, with barely the nipples covered were jiggling as she moved and walked. It's as if they were activated with internal springs.
He was, again, one of her fans back in the days.
However, he couldn't help but think the dance was for him and him exclusively.
Stealing the glass of wine from the person next to him, he chugs it down like his throat wasn't melting with it.
"Oh boy, she's gone too far." Charlie suddenly becomes sober when he sees Aaron's pissed face. The song glides up in tune as she holds the pole and starts grinding on it. As she holds the pole between her hands, she quickly jumps on it and let's her bodh swirl against it.
She was skilled, to say the least. So skilled that she made pole dancing look as easy as elementary mathematics.
1 + 1 is 2, but for Aaron,
1 + 1 was going to be 3 tonight.
He was beyond pissed.
Gerroto looks at Aaron with concern as he chugs a whole glass of wine down.
In the middle of her performance, she suddenly turns towards Aaron as he smirks.
"So that's what she was planning." He says.
Suddenly, the alcohol was going straight to pump blood to his dick. It was slowly rising as Ravine turns towards him and begins to walk down the stage. The man palms his boner, a shot glass devoured from a neighbor.
"Oh shi— that's her boyfriend isn't it!?" Aaron hears the neighbors realise who he was when the spotlight flashes towards him.
Charlie knew what was coming next.
Ravine was too bold. Too bold to bother waking up the beast inside Aaron. He, along with Gerroto scoot to the side as they let the hot couple have their show.
Ravine, a little farther from Aaron drops to her knees. She begins crawling on all her fours towards her master, her boyfriend seated on the tall chair as he leaned on the counter casually.
The people gasp when they see the billionaire Aaron Skiez. Not even a word said, Aaron signals his crew who always kept a watch on him to activate the highest level of jammers all around the club.
That way... no one could take videos.
It was tonight's exclusive live p0rn for them, but it doesn't necessarily have to be recorded. It should be a memory, not a tape.
He receives the woman who climbs on his legs and kisses his warm inner thighs. He was wearing trousers that were spandex and cotton. Lucky Ravine, he wasn't even wearing an underwear.
They communicate through eye contact. She smiles softly as the man caresses her delicate skin. Her skillful hands remove the clothing covering his gigantic boner.
Suddenly, all the cameras and phones stop working as the live p0rn begins.
"Be good to the cameras."
"Sweetness, they're no cameras recording us. Let's be us. Now suck me like a good girl." His voice reaches the silent crowd whose eyes roll to the back of their heads just like Ravine's.
The woman was blessed by the heavenly 10 incher in front of her face.
Her warm tongue licks his shaft from the balls upto his pulsating tip. There was something super mysterious about their willingness to have sex in front of the large, drunk group of audience.
Half of them will already forget about the happening, they would barely remember anything about two pornstars having a crazy exhibitionism in front of mature audience.
It's not like they haven't seen neither of them. The whole world follows the profile of Ravine. And in her videos... he's featured countless of times.
They were both popular, and today shall consider to be a part of their 'fan service'.
"Ah..." he groans in his manly yet silky voice. The girls around him were starting to get wet. The ones who weren't sober tried to rush to him, but the security hidden within the crowd push them away, or redirect them to the bathroom. Whichever suited.
"Fuck... Ravine..." he moans her name as she takes his cock deep into her mouth. He caresses her hair, preparing her to take him deeper. He pushes her head on his cock, she was almost at her limit but what was wrong against testing out limits too?
"Fuck..." the male groans loudly again. Ravine pulls his dick out of her mouth, trying to catch her breath. He watches her softly breathe. Her little face was red and blushing. Suddenly, he stuffs his dick back into his pants and lifts her up on her feet.
"You've pissed me off enough." Saying, the male races down the corridor with the woman in the most exposing dress. He didn't care when sober people were staring at them, especially him with wetness of her saliva on his light colored pants.
He rushes her into the car as the crazy woman giggles in excitement.
He was confused at her reaction.
"Baby girl, I am going to destroy your pussy tonight and disable your ability to walk for a week straight. And you seem happy about that. Why?" He asks, slamming the car door shut while clenching his jaws.
The woman was simply asking for more trouble when leaning closer towards him. Her chest rubs against his hairy arm as he looks down, and up at her face again.
"I may be a little bitch now, but I'm happy because...
You're going to carry me around for a whole week straight." The woman daringly whispers.
After what she's said, Aaron looses his cool and begins to drive at the speed of light.
Maybe it was the speed, maybe it was the excitement of getting railed by the beast, or maybe both indeed. But Ravine was chuckling and giggling and laughing like a psychopath on the car ride.
But what she doesn't know was that a box full of sex toys were waiting to be used in the middle of their bedroom.
