Chapter 12: The Bouncer's Bonus
Duke was a wall of a man, easily six foot four with shoulders that looked like they had been poured into his black suit jacket. His shaved head gleamed under the dim amber light of the hallway outside the VIP booth, and his jaw had that permanent granite set that said he had seen every kind of trouble a place like this could throw at him. But right now, his dark eyes were not scanning for trouble. They were fixed on Cherry, and there was a heat in them that had nothing to do with crowd control.
Cherry leaned against the doorframe of the booth, letting the post-marco glow settle in her bones. Her tiny black dress was still on, barely, the strap already having slipped down her shoulder during the last round with Derek and Jace. She made no move to fix it. Behind her, the groomsmen were sprawled across the velvet couches in various states of undress and exhaustion, Marco himself passed out with a smile on his face and a half-empty bottle of whiskey still clutched to his chest.
"So," Duke said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated right through her, "you about done in there?"
Cherry let her eyes travel down his body, taking in the sheer bulk of him. His jacket did nothing to hide the thick muscles of his chest and arms. She wondered what a man like that would look like naked, what he would feel like pressing her against a wall.
"I think I got everything I needed for the interview," she said, her voice pitched just low enough to be a secret. "Why? You got something else in mind?"
Duke glanced past her at the unconscious groomsmen, then back at her. A slow smile spread across his face, cracking the granite. "VIP booth's closing early tonight. Private event coming in at two. But I got a security team check I need to do in the back office. Procedure, you know."
Cherry felt the familiar electric thrill run down her spine, the one that always preceded her favorite kind of adventure. "Security team check," she repeated, drawing the words out. "Sounds serious. You need a second pair of eyes on that?"
"I need a second pair of something." Duke's eyes dropped to her exposed shoulder, then lower, lingering on the swell of her breasts visible above the neckline of her dress. "You look like you know your way around a thorough inspection."
She unhooked the other strap of her dress with one deft motion, letting the fabric slide down her arms until it pooled at her waist, baring her breasts to the dim light. Her nipples tightened immediately in the cool air of the hallway.
"I'm always happy to help with workplace safety and morale," she said, stepping out of the dress completely and leaving it in a black puddle on the floor. She stood before him in nothing but a tiny scrap of lace that did nothing to hide her neatly trimmed bush. "Lead the way, Duke."
He let out a low whistle, his eyes roaming over her hourglass figure with open appreciation. "Fuck me. You really don't waste any time, do you?"
"Time's the one thing I never waste," she said, stepping closer to him, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body. She reached out and ran a finger down the front of his suit jacket, tracing the line of his sternum. "And I got a feeling you're worth every second."
Duke grabbed her hand and pulled her after him, his grip firm and commanding. He led her past the rows of empty booths, through a heavy black door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY, and down a narrow corridor lined with stark fluorescent lights that made the crimson velvet of the main floor seem like a distant dream. The back office was at the end of the hall, a cramped space with a metal desk, a filing cabinet, and a flickering computer monitor showing the security camera feeds of the club.
He closed the door behind her and locked it. The click of the bolt echoed in the small space.
"Alright," he said, turning to face her. He loosened his tie with one hand, his eyes never leaving her body. "First thing on the checklist is a full visual inspection of the premises." He gestured at himself. "Subject is standing in the center of the room. Approach and examine."
Cherry laughed, a bright, wicked sound. "I love a man who takes his job seriously."
She stepped toward him, her bare feet silent on the scuffed linoleum. Up close, he smelled like expensive cologne and something darker, something primal. She reached up and undid his tie, letting it fall to the floor. Then she worked the buttons of his shirt, one by one, revealing a broad expanse of tanned skin and dark hair that trailed down his chest and disappeared into his pants.
"Jesus," she breathed, running her palms over the hard planes of his pecs. "They hire you for your muscle or your looks?"
"Both," he said, his voice rough. His hands came up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. "And the muscle comes in handy for tossing out assholes who get too handsy with the dancers."
She arched into his touch, a moan escaping her lips. "Looks like I got the good end of that deal."
He squeezed her tits, kneading the flesh, then lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth. Cherry gasped, her hands flying to his shaved head, holding him there as he sucked and licked. The sensation shot straight to her cunt, and she could feel herself getting wet, a familiar, aching heat building between her thighs.
"Fuck, that's good," she panted. "You got a mouth that could make a saint sin."
He pulled back with a wet pop, a trail of saliva connecting his lip to her nipple. "That's just the warm-up." He spun her around and bent her over the metal desk, the cold surface shocking against her heated skin. "Procedure requires a thorough examination of all entry points."
She braced herself on her elbows, looking back at him over her shoulder. "And how thorough is thorough?"
He answered by yanking her lace thong down her legs, leaving her completely bare from the waist down. She heard him unbuckle his belt, the slide of his zipper, and then the weight of his body pressed against her ass, his cock hot and hard against her crack.
"Spread those cheeks for me," he ordered.
She reached back with both hands and pulled her ass apart, exposing her pink, glistening hole to his gaze. He let out a grunt of appreciation, then his finger was there, tracing the line of her slit, finding her clit and circling it with deft precision.
"You're fucking soaked," he said, a note of wonder in his voice.
"That's what twelve groomsmen do to a girl," she said, her voice breathless. "But I saved the encore for you."
He pushed two fingers inside her, and she cried out, her hips bucking against his hand. He worked her with practiced skill, curling his fingers to hit that spot deep inside her that made her see stars, all while his thumb pressed against her clit.
"Fuck, yes," she moaned, her knees going weak. "Don't stop."
He didn't stop. He added a third finger, stretching her, and she could feel her orgasm building, a tidal wave about to crash. But just as she was about to tumble over the edge, he pulled his hand away.
"Turn around," he said.
She obeyed, turning to face him. And then she saw it. His cock was a masterpiece of brute force, thick as her wrist and just as long, jutting from a nest of dark curls. A bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around it, marveling at the heat of it, the way it pulsed in her grip.
"Jesus Christ, Duke," she said, her voice full of genuine awe. "They weren't kidding about you being a security asset."
He smirked. "That's what they call me. Now get on your knees and show me what you do best."
She dropped to her knees without hesitation, the cold linoleum hard against her joints. She looked up at him, all that muscle looming over her, and felt a surge of pure, primal lust. She leaned forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth, tasting the salty tang of his pre-cum.
He groaned, his hand coming to the back of her head, not pushing, just resting there. "Fuck, that's a good mouth."
She took him deeper, inch by inch, her lips stretching around his girth. She relaxed her throat, taking him all the way, feeling him hit the back of her throat. She held there for a moment, savoring the feeling of being so full, then pulled back, dragging her tongue along the underside of his shaft.
"I bet you taste even better when you come," she said, her voice husky, before taking him back into her mouth.
She bobbed her head, a steady rhythm, using her hand to stroke the part of him her mouth couldn't reach. She looked up at him, keeping her eyes on his, and he watched her with a mix of lust and disbelief.
"Where the fuck did Marco find you?" he asked, his voice strained.
"Mutual friend," she said, between sucks. "And I'm not done with him yet. I got a story to write about his bachelor party."
"Fuck the story," Duke grunted, his hips starting to move, fucking her mouth in shallow thrusts. "I got a better headline. Security guard fucks reporter's brains out in back office."
She laughed around his cock, the vibration making him groan. She had him close, she could feel it in the way his thighs tensed. But she wasn't ready for that. Not yet.
She pulled off, a thin string of saliva connecting her to his tip. "Not yet. I want you inside me first."
She stood up and turned back around, bending over the desk again. She reached back and guided his cock to her entrance, rubbing the head against her slick folds.
"Fill me up, Duke," she whispered. "Show me that security check."
He didn't need a second invitation. He slammed into her, a single, brutal thrust that buried his entire length inside her. She screamed, a raw, guttural sound that echoed off the cinderblock walls. He was thicker than any of the groomsmen, thicker than anyone she'd had in weeks, and the stretch was exquisite.
"Holy fucking shit," she gasped, gripping the edge of the desk. "You're gonna split me in half."
"That's the idea," he grunted, and he began to move.
He fucked her hard and fast, his hips slapping against her ass, the sound wet and obscene in the small room. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back to meet each thrust, driving into her with a piston-like precision. She was bent at an angle that put his cock at the perfect spot, and every stroke sent a jolt of pleasure through her entire body.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she cried, not caring who heard. "Right there! Fuck me, Duke! Fuck me hard!"
He reached around and found her clit, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. The dual stimulation was too much. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her cunt clenching around his cock in violent spasms. She screamed his name as waves of pleasure crashed over her, her body trembling on the desk.
But he wasn't done. He pulled out, leaving her empty and gasping, and spun her around. He lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around his waist, and slammed her back against the wall. The cold surface against her hot skin made her shiver.
His cock found her entrance again, and he drove into her, his hands gripping her ass to support her weight. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs locking behind him, and rode him as he fucked her against the wall.
"Look at me," he commanded.
She forced her eyes open, meeting his dark, intense gaze. He was looking at her like he wanted to devour her, and she loved it. She loved being wanted this much, being taken this hard, being used like she was nothing more than a hole for his pleasure.
"Come again," he ordered. "Come on my cock."
She was already close again, the angle perfect as he pounded into her. She buried her face in his neck, biting his shoulder to muffle her scream as her second orgasm ripped through her. He grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release.
Then he came with a roar, his cock pulsing inside her, flooding her pussy with his hot seed. She felt every spurt, a primal satisfaction washing over her. She held him tight, riding out the storm until his body went still.
He lowered her gently to the floor, both of them breathing heavily. His seed dripped down her thighs, a warm reminder of what they had just done.
"Well," she said, her voice shaky but satisfied. "I'd say that security check was a complete success."
Duke laughed, a deep, genuine sound. He reached down and picked up her dress from where she had dropped it, handing it to her. "The most thorough one I've done all year."
She pulled the dress over her head, not bothering to fix the straps. She looked at him, all mussed and satisfied, his shirt still open, his cock softening and glistening with their combined fluids.
"Thank you for the, uh, workplace consultation," she said, a grin playing on her lips. "I'll be sure to mention the excellent security protocols in my review."
He smirked. "You do that. And Cherry?" He stepped closer, his hand cupping her chin. "If you ever need another security check, you know where to find me."
She kissed him, a hard, quick press of lips. "I might just take you up on that." She walked to the door, unlocked it, and paused in the doorway to look back at him. "Sweet dreams, Duke."
She slipped out into the corridor, the fluorescent lights harsh after the dim intimacy of the office. Her body was humming with satisfaction, her pussy aching in the best way, Duke's cum still trickling down her thigh. She made her way back to the main floor, where the bass thumped and the dancers twirled on their poles, completely unaware of the security check that had just gone down in the back office.
Cherry retrieved her purse from the VIP booth, where the groomsmen still slept off their night. Marco was snoring now, a soft whistle punctuating each breath. She smiled down at him, her new source for the bachelor party article. She had plenty of material now, more than enough for a juicy feature. But as she walked out into the cool Seattle night, her phone buzzed in her purse.
She pulled it out and looked at the screen. A text from Koa in Hawaii, asking when she was coming back to visit. A message in the fraternity group chat, full of emojis and promises of a party the next weekend. And a new one, from a number she did not recognize.
All it said was: "Heard you do interviews. I got a group that could use a little coverage. Interested?"
She grinned down at the screen, her heart racing with the familiar thrill of the unknown. The night was not over yet. She typed a reply: "Always. Where and when?"