Chapter 25: The Velvet Room
Max was satiated for the moment, resting in bed while Cassie and Stacey were heading towards The Velvet Room. It was the club Stacey worked at. She convinced Cassie to go with her.
"You’ll like it. Don’t worry about anything, I’ll make sure you get in. Plus the pay is good."
Stacey rubbed her index finger and thumb together, letting Cassie know that she made good money.
Cassie looked at her speculatively and sighed. "Stace, don’t take this the wrong way, but if you make so much money, why do you need a roommate? You should be able to live there on your own. But you told me you were having trouble paying rent."
Stacey choked, and her cheeks reddened. She glanced at the driver who was listening to their conversation. She touched her nose and said, "Who says I don’t have any money? I was doing a good deed. You needed a place to stay. As your best friend, how could I ignore you?"
Cassie scoffed, "You’re the only one who believes you." She rolled her eyes.
"Can’t I have wealth but not want to show?"
She patted her friend’s shoulder and whispered, "Just admit it. You told me yesterday that you spent $5,000 on a bag. A bag, Stace."
Stacey slapped her thigh and pushed her away.
In no time, the cab ride had ended, and they arrived at Stacey’s workplace, The Velvet Room.
The signage on the front wasn’t flashy, just enough to let people know where they were. And yet, it was the first thing that Cassie noticed. The building itself was nestled in an area that ensured it gained customers.
There was already a bouncer at the door. A man with forearms like tree trunks.
Stacey called out to him as she went inside, pulling Cassie with her. He made a sound as they passed.
The door opened into a long, dim corridor. The walls were set in such a way that they absorbed sound. Cassie noticed. At the end of the hallway, it was like being in a different room altogether.
The place was built like a theater. The central floor was sunken. It was surrounded on three sides, and each seat gave a view of the room below. The ceiling was high and draped with actual velvet.
The bar ran along the entire back wall. It was a single curved slab of black marble that looked like it was carved from a single stone.
This was where Stacey decided to leave Cassie.
"Wait for me here, I’ll go talk to the manager and see what I can do."
Cassie nodded, feeling a bit out of place in the room. Employees walked around doing their work, and from time to time someone would look over at her inquiringly.
Stacey skipped away, leaving Cassie to her own devices, and found the manager. She knocked on the door before entering.
As she entered, she saw the manager, Keith, hunched over a bunch of paper. He didn’t look like he wanted any visitors at the moment, but Stacey didn’t show the slightest hint of fear.
Instead, she put on a bright smile, closed the door, making sure the lock clicked shut, and went over to Keith.
He watched her when she came in. And when she clicked the lock, he raised an eyebrow.
"What do you need now, Stacey?"
"Do I have to want something to come to you, Keith? Can’t I just drop by to say hi?"
He scoffed. "You and I both know that’s a load of bull. Now tell me what you want." He leaned back in his chair.
Stacey sat on his desk, leaning forward slightly. "I have a friend. She needs a job. But she also needs to do interviews and stuff. I told her she could come work here and she would get time off to go to her interview if she wanted. Could you help me out?"
"So let me get this straight," he steepled his fingers. "You told your friend that you could get the work that basically lets her call out whenever she wants."
Stacey bit her lip and looked up at him with doe eyes.
"You wouldn’t let me break my promise, would you?"
He stared at her. "And what would I get out of being a good guy?"
Stacey didn’t hesitate. She peeled off the black shirt she was wearing, revealing her large breasts straining in a lace bra.
She let the shirt fall, and she dropped to her knees. She positioned herself so her massive breasts rested on Keith’s thighs. She looked up at him, eyes still innocent, and licked her lips.
"Would this work?"
He looked down at her large rack. "Damn, you’re a pretty good friend, Stacey."
"I know," she purred.
Without further ado, she pushed him away from the desk and settled between his legs.
With practiced ease, she unzipped his pants, freeing his erection. It sprang out, thick and already glistening with beads of precum.
"Looks like someone’s happy to see me."
She licked the head, tasting the salty precum, then tossed her bra aside to free her tits. She wrapped them around his shaft, sliding her chest up and down.
She used spit and his precum for lubrication. Every glide of her breasts around his length sent shivers down Keith’s spine, and his body twitched.
Stacey leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick the precum of the head of his shaft. She closed her mouth tight around the sensitive tip and sucked hard.
While her mouth worked his head, her breasts continued to glide along the length of his dick. Using her hands, she used pressure to make her tits squeeze and release, matching her suction.
Keith threw his head back, and a low groan escaped his throat.
"Fuck... you’re amazing. You really know how to use those tits."
He gripped the arms of his chair and couldn’t stop himself from thrusting. She opened her mouth, and he watched his dick disappear between her tits and into her mouth.
She felt his dick throbbing, pulsing around her mouth. Saliva dripped from her mouth onto her breasts, giving more lubrication and coating his dick.
"Take it deeper," he hissed.
She kept her breasts steady and lowered her head to swallow more of his shaft. His breathing became ragged as he felt her mouth sucking him deeper.
"I’m going to cum...fuck...perfect."
His hand slid to the back of her head, pressing her onto his shaft. With one final suck, she felt his dick swell and the head pulsed against her tongue. He cried out, the sounds bounding off the office walls.
Thick cum, filled her mouth and spilled over her chin, dripping onto her breasts. Stacey kept sucking, milking him of every last drop.
HE slumped in his chair, chest heaving. Stacey lifted her head, a strand of cum on her lower lip. She licked it away.
"Good job. Damn," he whispered. "Tell your friend to come up. I’ll give her an interview."
Stacey stood and reached for some tissues to clean herself up.
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