Sixty Two

𖦹NICHOLAS𖦹

I assigned for a striper who would be able to last long and take me because I was really frustrated and I was hoping to take out my anger on a stranger in bed.

I might be drunk, but I still had my sanity and senses with me as I wasn't one who'd drink himself to stupor like a mad man. I could still maintain my composure like a normal person.

"We understand what you want please go into room 105, your stripper would be waiting there for you already so as to satisfy and pleasure you however way you want it." The light, but tan skinned man who was the coordinator said to me and I nodded.

I needed no directions to where the room was located, because eight times out of ten, that room was given to me to use since it was one of the most expensive rooms, and the only time I wasn't given was if I wasn't in the club that day or if someone else had booked it when I had arrived a tad bit late.

I walked swiftly down the corridor and taking the elevator up, I found a room with the la