He was surrounded by the familiar environment which had proven to be his best therapy for years. Here, his identity was concealed in a diamond mask, an outlet for that side of him which he hid from the world to manifest freely. Without judgments. Here, he could engage in any form of debauchery and relieve his stress in the best way; hours of romp which weren't limited to the sheets. He had created this place for that purpose; to enable other highly placed people who had been constrained by high societal expectations let it all out.From the roof top, the expansive strip club appeared smaller to Andre, so tiny from his view he could cover it with his hands. It was for this reason that he had chosen the roof top as his office, irrespective of how bizarre it had seemed to the architect in charge of the project at the time. Based on Andre's instructions, the office was made up of thick glass walls which could afford him privacy while exposing the view of all the other sections they had.

Soaking herself deep in the bathtub had been proving to be a damn good recovery therapy. Scratch that she had always enjoyed the sweet spices of the body wash that Guinevere had restocked every month even before then. Her skin had become addicted to it, glowing more especially when she moisturized it with a body milk which had come as a set with the wash, as well as oil and scrub. Despite her almost skeletal state, her skin hadn't depleted in being beautiful, and albeit more pale than it had been before, it was shimmering beneath the foamy waters she had soaked her body in. Clara played with the bubbles floating above the water, her head placed against the marble bathtub. She still didn't have everything planned out, but she had spoken to her mum and started packing to go home for a week at least. She had booked her ticket online for the next morning, the best decision she could make at the moment considering how she had insisted on sending her caretakers away. She refused to po

The doorbell went off almost the same time with her phone notification sound, tugging Clara away from the blissful sleep her body had succumbed to. Her lashes fluttered as she opened her eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the semi-darkness of her room which created an illusion of the early hours of the morning. The sun was however peeping through the shut blinds, their shadows making efforts to announce the real time of the day and whisper how long she had slept to her. Her body was a testament to that; well rested and a tad stronger than her bones had been before. That didn't however imply her body's readiness to engage in a marathon. She was simply a lot less shitty than the previous night. Remembering what had woken her up, she reached for her phone which lay on the nightstand next to another quiet one, sucking a deep breath as she recalled how that other phone had kept going off incessantly in the night till Andre had changed its settings and silenced it. She told herself a

He cuddled her in her dreams, that realm of unrestricted possibilities which afforded her the luxury of being in his arms, his voice whispering to her in that low guttural tone that sent her juices flowing. His breath was fanning her ears, his palms running through her body. And how quickly did such romantic fantasy take an erotic turn? Those fingers which had known her most intimate places slipped into her tight opening, finding her wet and ready like a flower, her nectars flooding his thick fingers. His thumb rubbed against her clitoris in a slow circular motion, eliciting a loud moan from her. And inducing a flood of juices down her body which soon started to make her uncomfortable... It was almost as if she were... Clara's eyes snapped open, awakened by her heavy bladder which was almost quite ready to send it raining down her thighs. With a low curse, she dashed out of bed and found her way to the bathroom, her eyes shut in ecstatic relief as the heavy burden of biological ne

With the lights flooding the room, Andre swallowed hard, his erect cock throbbing in response to that natural attraction he had never been able to fight. She was beauty and strength laced with delicacy and aphrodisia. Her cat-like green eyes mirrored the haunting desire which overwhelmed and weakened him to a state of powerlessness, that creamy porcelain skin making a play of the glow of the white sheets as she lay on it.She was everything and every fucking thing he had never imagined, and his fingers reached for her gently, his cautious steps mirroring his fear of being burned in the glowing fires of her light. She watched him with confused eyes which reflected varying emotions, but one was clear. Irrespective of what she couldn't understand, she knew the place of interest which afforded them a mutual understanding, and didn't waste time acting on it.Wordlessly, she started that agonisingly slow seductive act of spreading her photographic built legs, exposing that beautiful apex