ANNA JAYE WILDE

Caught Out

 

04/03/2016

 

The music was pumping loud and fast and I could feel the beat throbbing in my veins. It was Saturday night and I was dressed to kill, out with my mates Callie and Daisy in the club of the moment, ‘Naked, baby’. Let’s face it with a name like that, how could I miss it?

 

It was opening night and although we had scored free tickets and one free drink, the club was a bit out of my usual price range. I had no trouble flirting with guys to get free drinks but it was still early and I did prefer a few shots in my stomach before going in for the kill.

 

My sober self was thankful for the mini bottle of vodka I had sneaked in, hidden in a secret pocket in my bag. Not even the bouncers had found it when we were frisked and I did an invisible high five to myself. We got our free champagne and each ordered a soft drink to mix with my vodka. Drinks in hand, we strutted our sexy asses across the room in the skyscraper heels we had indulged in earlier that day and sat at a table beside the dancefloor.

 

“Jode, you got that vodka? I’m dying of fucking thirst here!” Callie called across to me, a little too loudly. She had never been subtle, that girl.

 

“Yeah, give me a second, I don’t want anyone seeing, do I?”

 

“Good point.”

 

We arranged ourselves around the table so nobody could see and proceeded to top up our cokes with something a bit stronger. I needed a drink, I had a feeling the club would attract some hot guys and some Dutch courage was in order, I felt far too sober. A few drinks to loosen up and I would feel better. I downed my champagne first and was just about to start on the voddy when I heard heavy footsteps get closer to our table. A huge man, bursting out of his suit stood right behind me.

 

“Excuse me mate, you’re blocking my view of the talent.” I quipped. Callie and Daisy pissed themselves laughing and so did I until the man’s stony expression made me think again.

 

“Would you come with me please, Miss?”

 

“Why? The slow dances aren’t until later. Are you reserving your spot early or something?”

 

Enormous guy didn’t flinch, move or crack a smile. I’m not sure he was even breathing but I was, faster and faster.

 

“The boss wants to see you. We saw you serving yourself and as you know, you can’t bring your own drinks in.”

 

Fuck. Shit and fuck. The girls will kill me if we get kicked out. I needed to sort this out and fast.

 

“Okay, let me talk to him. I’m sure we can work something out.” I gave the mountain man an apologetic smile but thought better of pinching his ass.

 

“I’m sure we can.” As I stood, his eyes followed my cleavage, down my legs and back up again. Obvious much? I would have usually taken that as a come-on but this wasn’t the time and I stood to follow him.

 

I had been thinking all sorts on the way. Was I going to lose a finger? I hoped not, this manicure cost me a fucking fortune. Would we be thrown out and banned for life? Please no, that’s even worse than option one. Would I be gang banged by several bouncers then left to ponder on my actions? Here’s hoping. I followed him to a private office and he knocked surprisingly gently for a man of at least twenty five stone.

 

“Come in.”

 

The door opened and closed and I was left alone with ‘The Boss’, sitting behind his desk and facing away from me. I couldn’t see his face yet but I bet he was ugly. The gold name card on the desk said “Dylan Moore” in engraved letters.

 

“Sit down please, Jodie.”

 

He twirled around in his chair and I realised how wrong I was. Long dark hair pushed behind his ears, piercing grey eyes and dressed in a fitted white t-shirt that was the luckiest thing on this planet, clinging to his sculpted muscles. No power suit, just casual, relaxed and in control. I forcibly closed my mouth before I dribbled everywhere. I loved a man with long hair.

 

Hot club boss Dylan eyed me carefully and a small smile played on his perfect lips. Lips I was visualising climbing my inner thigh before sucking my clit and making me scream his name. Wait a minute…

 

“How the hell do you know my name?”

 

“Cameras, sweetheart. I’ve been watching you. You’ve been a bad, bad girl.”

 

So I have, and I must take my punishment like a naughty girl.

 

“I’m sorry about that. I can promise it won’t happen again. What are you going to do?”

 

He stood and walked to my side of the desk. He dripped sex appeal and his designer jeans screamed expensive as they hugged his ass and thighs.

 

“Well. That depends on you.”

 

Dylan stood as close as he could get without touching me but we shared air, air that smelled of cologne and temptation. He ran a hand up the side of my thigh, pulling the fabric of my skirt up with it. I was glad I was wearing panties or there would have been a wet patch on the floor already.

 

Dylan leaned in closer.

 

“Fuck me,” I whispered, in the ‘Oh My God’ sense, not the ‘rip off my panties and take me now’ sense.

 

“Is that what you want, Jodie?”

 

I could play coy and explain what I meant. Or I could throw caution to the wind. This gorgeous man had his hand on the lace of my panties and was seconds away from making me come all over his fingers. Now wasn’t the time to be coy.

 

“Yes.”

 

Dylan locked eyes with me and in one swift move, my panties were on the floor, my ass cheeks grabbed and lifted on the desk and my thighs parted. Dylan’s eyes never left mine as he unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to release his massive cock. And I mean massive. Perfect, rock hard, and did I mention massive? He took his dick in his hand and started stroking himself and it was so fucking hot, his big dick in his big hand, getting bigger all the time.

 

“Ready?” Dylan asked.

 

“Fuck, yes.”

 

Dylan stroked his cock and whispered in my ear.

 

“You’ve got a dirty mouth for such a pretty girl.”

 

“So fucking kiss me and shut my fucking dirty mouth, boss. And you should really do something with that before it bursts.”

 

And he did. He smoothed his sexy shoulder length hair back and kissed me, the scent of him surrounding me completely and almost triggering an orgasm. His huge cock pressed up to my soaking pussy lips and slid inside, slowly to begin with. He checked my face for acknowledgment and pulled out, slamming back inside and filling me up. I shuddered and held his waist tight as hell as he fucked me hard, his cock the full length inside me. We both looked down as he moved in and out of me, his dick angled perfectly for my g-spot.

 

“Feel good?”

 

“Fuck, yes.”

 

“Dirty mouth. Dirty, sexy, filthy mouth, Jodie. It’s hot as fuck.”

 

His fingers rubbed my clit and Dylan’s filthy prose flipped me into an explosive orgasm, my pussy clenching over and over around his massive cock. Dylan was next and he lost it, his cock spurting out into me and a long, deep groan leaving his sexy mouth.

 

Holy shit. We stayed where we were for a while, our breath slowly returning to normal and my heart rate back to safe levels. We covered ourselves up and Dylan grabbed my hand as I went to leave.

 

“Now Jodie.” He tried to be serious but his eyes sparkled with promise. “Don’t be bringing vodka into my club again. I don’t want to have to punish you. This was a warning. Who knows what might happen next time?”

 

Are you fucking kidding me?!

 

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