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Nikki Ginger stirred her drink and looked around the room. She could feel the lust growing in her skirt, quickening her pulse and making her smile. Plenty of options, but she was too smart to just walk out with just anyone. No, she was hungry for something special, and she had no doubt that she would find it.
Nikki almost didn’t notice the tall, dark-haired stranger that slid onto the next stool, drink in hand. At his greeting, her ears perked up and his green eyes pierced her. She just watched his mouth move, and she played it cool but wanted more. Nikki Ginger could almost taste what she could not see. She craved the cock, the slurp, the swallow. Now a pro years in the making, there was no shortage of play dates. Her thirsty lips had come a long way from those first time jitters, her heart pounding with every lick.
Just another page from the Cock-Sucker Diaries….
‘You want to get out of here?’, he said with a smile. There was something lovably sinister about those eyes.
Nikki Ginger tossed her drink back and emptied the glass. The liquid burned her throat, and nothing mattered but the chase.
‘Just lead the way’, she said. ‘I’ll follow you anywhere….’
He took her hand and led her from the crowded club, the bass in her ears as she climbed into his car. She was more than just a cocktease disappearing into darkness, as she smelled leather and closed her eyes. As the motor growled, she felt like money and was ready to pay it all.
