Monster 1

Monster

The club was jumping.

The music, the flashing lights - it was all meant to say, come on in and have a good time.

And I’m sure to anyone else it would have. But not to me.

I saw past it all, just like I always did. It was a mask to hide the seedy underbelly of the city of sin. I knew all about masks; I wore one myself. One that I used to hide the monster I was underneath my charming smile.

Looks could be deceiving, and that sure as hell was true of the place I stood in. It looked like an upscale kind of place, full of beautiful people, but I wasn’t fooled. The place stank of desperation.

Reeked of it.

There was no difference between the women there and the girls back at the clubhouse who would happily drop to their knees and suck my cock without being asked twice. At least the club girls knew what they were. They didn’t feel the need to put on airs and graces.

They didn’t pretend.

I knew that I could’ve had any one of the women gyrating in front of me if I’d wanted to. That was