3| Unreleased pressure.

It’s been twelve hours. Twelve hours have passed since the mysterious woman made Axel’s dick hard in a way that it had never been.

And the worst thing was that she ran out of the booth the moment that waitress came in with the champagne he had ordered.

That fucking waitress! He grunted.

He needed the mysterious woman. He needed her to come and finish what she started because no other woman could make him feel that way, no woman!

He has been gazing at his computer’s screen for hours now, trying to search for the mysterious woman on the internet. He knew it was almost impossible to find her with the little clues he had. He only knew her hair color and eye color, which were both brown like his. Hers, however, are lighter.

Fuck! He didn’t even know her name.

The only thing he had was the black lace panties she left behind.

Frustration clawed at his chest as he regretted all the things he didn’t do. He should’ve insisted on knowing her name first before they got intimate. He shouldn’t have sat on the couch and watched her in surprise as she ran out of the room. He should have followed her. He shouldn’t have let her go.

He had a stack of reports to attend to, but he couldn’t. The thoughts of the mysterious woman clouded his mind, and she was all he could think about.

Just the thought of her was making his manhood pulse under his trouser, and he needed to relieve his manhood of the pressure it was feeling.

There was no way he was going to go on with work, feeling that way.

Angrily, he leapt to his feet and plodded towards the door. He needed to go get someone to release all the pressure on.

As he yanked the door open, he saw his secretary standing outside, with a smile masked on her face.

"I was about to knock, sir." She told him.

Nodding his head in response, he motioned at her to move out of his way.

"I came to remind you about your meeting with—" she started, but he cut her off.

"Cancel it." He spoke quickly.

"But—"

"Cancel it." He repeated himself with a stern voice. "Now, move."

Stepping aside, she raised her brow, wondering why her boss would cancel a meeting that could result in a million-dollar deal.

He‘d never been like that before. The boss she knew would never cancel a meeting like that for any reason.

Axel went to a daytime strip club in search of a woman to release all the pressure on. He knew that if money was involved, some of the strippers would willingly open their legs.

Fortunately, he got his catch in no time, and he took her to the VIP booth he had reserved.

Finally, this stripper right here is going to make him forget about the mysterious woman, he thought.

Slouching on the couch, he unbuckled his belt, releasing his cock from its prison, before motioning at the stripper to suck his cock.

She understood the assignment, then got down on her knees and got to work.

The stripper has been sucking his dick for five minutes now, and not a single string of pleasure has zapped through him.

His dick was hard, and the stripper was sucking it with expertise, but he wasn’t feeling the effect of the stripper’s mouth on his dick.

The more she sucked it, the more frustration clawed at his chest, and the more he wanted to get out of there.

He quickly grabbed her hair and pulled her head back forcefully, causing the stripper to release her mouth from his dick as she winced in pain.

"Why’d you do that?" She yelled, but he didn’t respond.

Instead, he pushed her aside and leapt to his feet, tucking his cock back into its rightful place, before buckling his belt.

Slipping his hand inside his pocket, he tugged out a wad of cash and tossed it on the couch.

"Thanks for your service." He said, before turning on his heels.

As he ambled out of the room, he heard her ranting, but he didn’t even wait to listen to whatever she was ranting about.

His head was occupied with something else—fantasizing about what he might never get to experience again.