Doyle was so thankful when Norah walked in. He really didn’t want to see anyone else’s face tonight. Especially that one girl, whatever her name was with the wig collection and breath like spearmint. I mean, he’d fucked her but she was definitely on the appetizer menu and tonight Doyle needed something from the high dollar wine cellar. She was a sight for sore eyes. Immediately he felt scolded by her look at the glass. He knew better than to actually drink but those pictures were haunting. Not only that but this guy had four victims in two states and he was not looking forward to leaving the next day for Oregon. To a town called Boring, no less. Boring was not Doyle’s cup of tea.
She called him Lee, which meant his off mood was oozing off him. Everyone usually called him Doyle and he was fine with that but there was something soothing about her voice when she spoke it. Norah was a repeater because she was real. She listened but she also enjoyed his company. It helped there were no expectations so the two had become fuck buddies though they never saw each other out of the club. If he were honest he would be willing to take her home. She wasn’t needy and she was not a gold-digger. The woman was far too savvy to need a man to survive. Doyle could only assume she’d been burned too many times in the past to ever need a man again.
The truth was Doyle didn’t feel like he needed anyone either. He liked sex. He wasn’t a cuddler, didn’t do pillow talk and never felt the need to see a woman walk out of his bedroom in the morning wearing nothing but his shirt. Though it had happened a few times, the man would always make sure to mess things up by caller her by a different name. Sometimes it wasn’t an accident. Doyle could have retired by now had he invested the Trojan stock. The warmth of the other’s body penetrated his slacks and he could feel that familiar tingle. He couldn’t erase all he’d seen but he could fuck it all away. She was in the position of power and Doyle needed to change that.
Gripping her ass, he pulled her closer while shifting to the end of the pink leather sofa. The man stood, keeping her close and pressed her against the wall. She smelled so tantalizing, so he nibbled at her neck while freeing himself with one hand. For all the wrongs Doyle had done in his life he was not one to make a woman suffer. They were his favorite past time and their pleasure was a measure of his own masculinity. Fingers easily finding her clit, Doyle rubbed gently until she was wet enough for him to slide in. Ripping at her bra he pulled it down enough to access her nipple, taking it in his mouth. His long tongue flicking over it before biting down just enough to elicit a moan. She wanted to help him? This was the best medicine.
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Seth prided himself on having an up front legal strip club, made a big deal about it, but it was all a front. Behind the doors of the private rooms a man could pay to get anything he wanted. It wasn't to say that all the girls fucked, but most of them wanted the extra money. Besides, Seth had a habit of letting girls go when they didn't play along. Norah wondered if it was because of business or because those girls usually didn't want his dick either. Sadly Norah knew how she got to be where she was. It wasn't just her skills on the dance floor, it was her repeat clients in the back, the money she generated and of course keeping Seth happy. It wasn't her favorite past time, but he wasn't horrible either, most of the time.
Still there were benefits, and the man whose lap she now straddled was one of them. Lee Doyle knew how to please a woman, and lucky for them he enjoyed doing it. It was more than that, though she wouldn't admit it, she liked when he came in. Time with him was more than incredible sex, they actually talked, he didn't treat her like a dumb blonde, but saw her potential. It had been a long time since someone had seen that. Norah Baldwin didn't need a man, she would never depend on one again. Before taking on this personality she had been Rachel Wagnor, but Rachel died when she was 18, Norah took over and would never go back. Rachel had lived longer than expected she was sure, between her step father, her photographer/porn making boyfriend and her drug addiction Norah was amazed there was anything left. The day she turned 18 she was thrown to the curb and that broke Rachel, giving Norah a turn at being in charge. She wasn't crazy didn't have multiple personalities, she was more like the Phoenix rising from the ashes. Rachel went up in flames and Norah emerged from them.
Norah never expected anything from Doyle and would gladly just be his fuck buddy, but tonight she could sense he needed something more. Not more than sex, that was inevitable, but he was tense and had taken a sip of alcohol, whatever it was, it was bad. Resting her arms on his shoulders she slid a hand to massage, "You're so fucking tense," she said, not making a move at more because one thing Norah had learned was that Doyle liked to be in control, which was more than fine by her. Unable to stop the smirk when she felt his growing erection she shifted down on her hips, biting her lip to play at innocent, though they both knew she was anything but. Letting out a gasp when he grabbed her ass she tightened her legs around his strong hips as he stood. Feeling the wall meet her back she pulled her arms back and rested her hands on his shoulders now for balance.
"You gonna fuck me," she whispered out, eyes fluttering closed when his mouth found her neck. It was one of her weak spots and he fucking knew it. Her nipples grew hard in the bra and ached for his mouth. "Fuck," she cried out, arching into him when his nimble fingers found her clit. Already wet just seeing him she was now going to be soaking from his ministrations. Grinning because he read her mind she moaned when his mouth found her nipple, letting out another soft cry of pleasure at the bite. Her fingers already dug into his shoulders, her legs tight around his waist. Opening them further she wanted him inside of her. Sliding one hand down his toned chest she chuckled, "Already out and I didn't notice," she said in a husky voice, stroking his cock before guiding it to her pussy. Norah knew better than to stick it in, he wanted control she'd give it to him, but damn she wanted his cock filling her. "Let's make the pictures rattle on the walls," she breathed out into his ear, letting him know he could fuck her against the wall and as hard as he needed. Sliding a little on the wall to rub her cunt against his shaft. "Please Doyle," she moaned out, waiting for his first thrust.
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