Cyber 2

Cyber

The woman on her knees between my legs had hair the colour of butterscotch. It fell over her face, which was fine. I didn’t need to see her face. The only thing I cared about was that she didn’t stop doing what she was doing with her tongue. She was pretty enough. All the club girls and hangers-on were in their own way.

Not that I really paid much attention to them. I didn’t know their names. I didn’t even bother asking them. There was only one thing I wanted from girls like the one in front of me, and that was the release they could offer me. That instant sexual gratification. And none of them said no to me. They always scrambled when I clicked my fingers, eager and willing to do anything I wanted.

I knew some of them aspired to be an old lady. It had happened before. A brother falling hard and fast for a girl who had done the rounds of the club, but I wasn’t one of those men. I would never take an old lady. I had enough stress without adding a regular woman to the mix.

I had