The floor

The night was mine before the doors opened, and I intended to spend it. I had the list, the lights, and a black satin shirt buttoned to the throat, tucked into black trousers, gold hoops knocking when I turned my head. The bob was sharp. My staff had radios and a job. I left them to it. I do not fuck the people who work my night. I walked the dim floor while the bass sat in my ribs, warm under the satin, and I already knew I wanted two cocks and the stair I keep a key for. Two men were watching me without making it ugly. I watched them back. If I changed my mind I would send them off and the room would not even hiccup.

I crooked a finger. They came across the floor like they had been waiting to be told. I did not ask what they did for money. I asked if they wanted an hour of being used and then forgotten. The taller one said yes so fast I almost laughed. The broader one said yes and kept his hands visible, which I liked. I told them the order. Dark corner first. Then a stair. If either of them got strange I would end it and they would leave by the alley. They agreed. In the corner, with the room still moving ten feet away, I let them talk. Silas, twenty-nine. Harun, thirty-four. I repeated the names once so I would have them. Then I opened Silas's trousers and took his cock out.

I sucked his cock slow enough to make him hold the wall. Harun crowded my side and I switched, mouth wet, and sucked Harun's cock while my fist kept Silas slick. I told them not to shove. They listened. My cunt was hot inside the trousers and I liked the wait. I took my mouth off, wiped my lip with my thumb, and said the stair, now, both of you, and if you cum before I say so you are finished. The key turned. Concrete, a door, the bass cut down to a throb. I shut us in and shoved my trousers to my knees.

I told Silas to sit on the step and fuck my cunt. His cock pushed in and I groaned because I had been ready since the floor. I pulled Harun's cock into my mouth and set the pace with my hand at the base. Harder, I told Silas. He fucked my cunt harder, palms on my hips. I came with Harun's cock heavy on my tongue and Silas deep, a bright mean orgasm I did not make pretty for them. Then I turned. Harun, fuck my cunt. Silas, give me your cock again. They switched without a speech. Harun fucked me deep and a little desperate. I sucked Silas until my jaw had that good ache. I told Silas to cum, and I stayed on his cock until he spilled on my tongue. I swallowed. I told Harun to pull out and finish in his own hand. He did, shaking, because I had said so.

I fixed the satin, checked the bob in the dark glass of the door, and sent them down a minute apart. The floor took me back like I had only gone for air. The key was in my pocket. I was already somewhere else, bright and done, and the night still had an hour I might spend on nothing at all.