CEO's Getaway Love

Vixen sat on my lap with her legs on either side of my body. Her pussy pressed against my dick, and she slowly moved her hips to grind against me. Candy Shop by 50 Cent was next on the playlist. Her body moved to the beat as she twerked on my lap.

"How does that feel, baby?" Vixen whispered into my ear, which sent chills up my arms.

"Anything you do feels so good," I mumbled and gripped the sides of the chairs to keep my hands from touching her. She was making it extremely difficult.

Vixen placed a soft kiss on the side of my mouth and then shoved my face into her boobs. She giggled as I kissed her smooth skin and softly bit onto one of her nipples. I pulled away before a bouncer suspected anything, and Vixen moved her soft lips to my neck. She sucked and nibbled onto my neck as her hips grinded against me simultaneously.

She felt so good close to me and moaned into my ear. I could feel myself starting to lose control, and sensations ran up my shaft. I groaned as I cummed in my underwear.

"Did you just...?" Vixen questioned, and I nodded, which made her burst into giggles. "That's kinda hot." She added and squeezed my dick with her hand. It was still hard, and she kissed my lips briefly before climbing off.

"Uh, where is the bathroom?" I asked and shifted my pants uncomfortably.

"Left corner next to the bar, lover boy." She winked, then walked off. I casually stood up and walked off in that direction like nothing had happened.

I cleaned myself up using toilet paper and rested my head against the cold tiled wall. I calmed down my racing heart. I was so extremely sexually attracted to Vixen that I acted like a horny teenager around her.

I washed my hands and then wiped them off on my jeans before walking out to find her again.

I scanned the club but couldn't see her anywhere. Maybe she was changing. I ordered myself another beer and sat down at the bar.

"Who are you anyway?" The bartender asked and placed a bowl of peanuts in front of me. "On the house." He stated, gesturing towards the peanuts.

"Thanks, man. I'm Jason." I shrugged.

"I mean... who are you to Vixen?"

"Oh... uh, we're just strangers for now."

"Strangers. No, you two have fucked. You're just one of her fuck boys." The bartender said while he dried a glass.

"I take it Vixen has a lot of those." I sighed and ate a handful of peanuts.

"That's right. I'm not ashamed to say I'm part of that group. I'm Kedwyn, by the way." He added and shook my hand. "Just a friendly warning, Vixen might be interested in you now, but it won't last long. She'll jump to another guy in a week or so."

"Uh, thanks for the heads up." I frowned, and the conversation ended.

I waited in the club for a couple more hours, but Vixen was nowhere to be seen. My phone kept vibrating as JB questioned where I was. We were supposed to meet up to watch the rugby game this afternoon, but I told him I couldn't make it using the excuse that I wasn't feeling well.

Perhaps Vixen had a client to attend... I quickly shoved the idea aside before I got jealous.

A pretty black woman in a sexy red outfit walked up to me and bent over as she started speaking.

"Hey, sweetie. You look like a lost puppy sitting here. Would you like some company?" The woman asked and smiled at me sweetly.

"You are incredibly lovely, but I'm just waiting for Vixen." I politely replied.

"Oh, honey. She left."

"Oh..." I frowned and felt my heart drop.

"I can make you feel better, sweetie." The woman offered and placed her hand flirtatiously on my leg.

"Thank you, but I think I should get going." I shook my head and stood up. The woman pouted but flicked her chin up and walked off. I sighed as I walked over to the bar.

"Kedwyn, I would like to close my tab, please," I stated, and he raised his eyebrow.

"Most men stay till we close. You're leaving early." Kedwyn observed.

"Vixen left. She's the only reason I was here." I shrugged and placed a note on the counter. "Keep the change," I added, then walked off. Joe grunted as I walked out the door, but I was too sad to care. I knew Vixen didn't owe me anything, but it hurt that she didn't say goodbye.

I ordered a coffee and grabbed a pie in the store before heading back to my vehicle.

It was the winter season, and Johannesburg got colder than most cities in South Africa. I turned up the heater as I drove home and parked next to the side of the pavement. The apartment building I stayed in didn't have a designated parking area. I locked the vehicle and took out anything of value, including the radio if someone broke in.

The building had 3 floors of small 1 bedroom apartments. Somehow families of 4 children even managed to make the limited space work. Children played soccer on the small patch of grass in front of the building with the ball I bought for them. They all waved as I walked over.

"Jason, catch!" A boy about the age of 12 yelled and kicked the ball towards me. I stopped it and kicked it back to him.

"I'm not going to play today," I shouted back, and the children booed. I chuckled as I continued walking. Luckily, my apartment was on the ground level, so I didn't have to climb the stairs. I pulled out my keys while struggling to hold my coffee, radio and pie in one hand. As I put the key into the lock, the door nudged open.

Great. Someone broke in.

I quickly put the stuff on the table near the door and then pulled my pistol out of the waistline of my jeans. I raised the gun as I softly stepped forward. I could hear muffled voices coming from my lounge. I stepped around the corner and placed my finger on the trigger, ready to fire.