Upstairs

Different night, same shirt, because the satin works and I do not costume myself for men. July was hot even in the club. I sat in a dark velvet booth with a short glass on the table and my legs crossed in black trousers, gold hoops, the bob tucked behind one ear. The room I promote was full and behaving. I was not working the floor anymore. I was hunting from the seat. Two men at the next booth kept finding reasons to look. I let them. I do not keep a regular. Last time I had Silas and Harun on a stair and I have not texted either of them. Tonight I wanted a room above the club and two loads in my cunt, and I wanted to say the next part out loud so nobody got confused.

I lifted the glass, drank, and nodded them over. They slid in like the booth had been reserved, which it had not. I asked ages before I asked names. Calvin, thirty-one. Idris, thirty-eight. Not my staff. Not anyone I owed a drink. I told them I had a room upstairs for an hour, that I wanted both cocks, and that I would tell them where to cum. Calvin grinned. Idris asked if he could kiss me first. I said in the room, not in the booth. I like a little order. We left the short glass where it was. The stairs this time were carpeted, staff-only, and I had the key because the night is mine.

The room is small, a mirror, a bed I do not sleep in, a lock I trust. I shut the door and unbuttoned the satin myself. I told Calvin to get his cock out and Idris to wait at my shoulder until I pointed. I sucked Calvin's cock until he was fully hard and cursing softly, then I turned and sucked Idris's cock the same way, hand switching, my cunt already slick when I pushed the trousers off. On the bed I pulled Calvin down and told him to fuck my cunt. He did, thick and eager, and I hooked a hand in Idris's belt so his cock stayed at my mouth. I set the rhythm. When I wanted it deeper I said so. When I wanted Idris's cock in my cunt instead I shoved Calvin back and climbed on.

I rode Idris and looked at Calvin while I did it. Both of you are going to cum in my cunt, I said. Not on my stomach. Not in your hands. In me, one after the other, because I asked. Calvin's face went wrecked in the best way. I came first, grinding, my cunt clutching Idris's cock, and I did not get shy about the sound. Then I told Idris to let go. He came inside me with his hands careful on my waist. I stayed down on him long enough to feel it, then I lifted off and told Calvin to fuck that cunt right now. He pushed in, groaned at how wet I was, and I told him not to be precious about it. He fucked me hard until he came in my cunt too. I held him there.

I sat up, satin open, and said it plain. I will fuck someone else next week. Maybe two. You were tonight. Calvin laughed once, stunned and fine. Idris nodded like a man who had been told the truth and liked it. I dressed. I went downstairs alone. The glass was still on the booth table, and I did not finish it. Morning was not invited.