Born to Make You Smile

THIRTY-SIX

I glanced at Gavin in his white suit, complete with a vest and black collar. It was so low cut that his entire chest was nearly on display. I licked my lips, my body buzzing. I was tempted to have him pull over so I could devour him. He edged me the entire day. Teasing me, holding back my release. It drove me crazy, but I knew it’d be worth it when I finally came undone.

“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this,” I said with excitement.

“I know. And that I found this costume.”

“You look just like Travolta. The perfect Gony…” I giggled with a snort. “I mean Tony .”

He laughed as we pulled into the parking lot of X-PLORE.

Gavin agreed to come with me and check out Studio 69. Our plan was to have a drink, dance, then go to a private room we had reserved.

We dressed for the occasion. He was in his ’70s disco attire, and I was in a shimmery gold halter jumpsuit. I wore plastic platform heels as well as gold hoops. I put on my orange wig, and my boobs were nearly spilling out of my shirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and my nipples were piercing through the thin polyester fabric.

After signing in, we walked through the main area. When we passed the bar, Bill Salinger stood next to an older woman with long red hair, both of them in leather.

“Can I have a red wine, Daddy?” I heard the woman ask Bill. Her voice came out a bit nasal and whiney.

“No, kitten,” Bill said sternly. “You’ve had enough.”

Gavin and Bill looked at one another with a nod, then we continued on our way to the elevator.

“Don’t worry. Remember, whatever happens here, stays here,” I said to ease any trepidation about seeing Bill Salinger here.

“Yes. I’m aware. But in the end, I suppose being known as a kinky dentist isn’t the worst thing in the world.”

I smiled, putting my hands over his exposed chest, toying with the hair there. “I’m so happy you’re here with me.”

“Me too.”

When we stepped into Studio 69, I took note of the expression of awe and intrigue on Gavin’s face.

“This is…wow. I had no idea this kind of place existed,” he said, bouncing to the beat of “Bad Girls.”

We got a drink, a Pink Lady for me and a Tom Collins for him. We danced, and at one point, I snuck away to the DJ booth to make a request. About ten minutes later, Bee Gees' “More Than a Woman” began to play.

“Isn’t this fitting,” he said with surprise. “Your doing?”

I smirked. “Of course.”

“Well, Peach.” He held out his hand. “Would you care to dance?”

“Certainly, Sir. I’d love to.”

“Hopefully, these bloody shoes don’t murder my feet by the end of the evening,” he complained, gesturing to his black platform dress shoes. “I do like the bit of extra height, though.”

He led me to the dance floor, and we moved to the music under the disco ball.

“This is fantastic.” He glanced around the room, then over at two topless women dancing next to us. “Definitely interesting, that’s for sure.”

I leaned in. “They look great, don’t they?”

“Well, yes. But I’d much rather see yours. In private.” He dipped me, moving his mouth to my ear. “I don’t like to share what’s mine.”

I could feel him steel hard against me. He twirled me, and as we separated, I couldn’t help but glance down—the outline of his very stiff erection clearly visible through his tight white pants. Holy shit. I was so turned on the rest of the lounge began to fade, becoming blurred.

“I need you, Sir,” I said after the song ended.

“What do you need?”

“You.” I blinked at him. “Your body.”

“Come to the back room with me, Peach.”

“Back room? Are you sure?” I forced a concerned look. “I don’t want to get caught…We shouldn’t. It’s so wrong.”

“Don’t worry.” He ran a finger over my cheek. “You can be a naughty little Peach. For me.”

I bit my lip with a smirk.

We went down a floor and eventually found our private room. The brooding interior was dark with charcoal walls and black leather furniture, which included a loveseat and a curved chaise designed to optimize sexual positions.

My entire body boomed with excitement when I imagined everything we could do here together. It was wild to think how many people in this club were getting off at this very moment, fulfilling their deepest fantasies—sexual or otherwise.

Gavin reached behind my neck to undo the strap of my halter, and my bare breasts spilled out.

He let out a pleased moan and didn't waste any time cupping my breasts in his large hands, bringing his mouth down to consume them as if they were his oxygen.

“Your breasts are glorious,” he muttered between licks and kisses.

I gripped his neck. “Oh, Sir. Fuck .”

He sat down on the curved chaise and pulled me on top of him. He pushed his mouth on mine with desperation. His kiss felt new but familiar at the same time. His taste, his scent. The way he knew exactly how to command my body. Everything about him made me feral. We were a mess of limbs as I continued to grind on him, the fabric of our costumes swishing as we moved, finding our rhythm. The friction of his contained erection on my aching clit was so delicious, I could already feel myself spiraling.

He moved his mouth all over my exposed skin, kissing and nipping at my neck, down to my breasts. He sucked, then tugged and pulled at my nipples with his teeth. The sweet bite sent a sharp bolt of pleasure straight to my core.

“Sir,” I cried out, “I’m going to come.”

He thrust up, rubbing his cock against me. My entire body flushed with heat.

“Yes, my sensitive Peach. Come for me,” he said, kissing me with ferocity. I moaned into his mouth as my orgasm hit, the warm bliss running through every vein in my body.

“Get up now. Take out my cock.”

I still couldn’t believe we were doing this at X-PLORE. That I was actually here, with Gavin, taking out his big, beautiful cock.

“Put your mouth on me. I want you to suck me hard. Make me come, Peach.”

I nodded obediently. “Yes, Sir.”

His breath hitched the moment my lips met his crown. We locked eyes, and he flashed me a pleased grin. A rush of adrenaline coursed through me, a determination to pleasure him, to give him everything I could. With one hand, I held his shaft and used the other to stroke his thigh over his pants.

It was only a few minutes before his hips began to thrust forward. His cock pulsed in my mouth, and I knew he was close.

“When I come, you hold it in your mouth. Don't swallow yet,” he ordered. “I'll tell you when. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I continued to suck and lick. His face became tense, and his teeth clenched.

“Fuck, yes,” he growled as he started to come.

I looked up at him with adoration. At that moment, I was one with him. My limbs quivered, and I could feel his orgasm as if it was happening to me, his pleasure becoming my own, flowing through my body.

When he was drained, I moved my mouth away from him.

I almost swallowed on instinct but held everything he gave to me obediently.

“Open up,” he said, looking down at me. “I want to see.”

I followed his order, opening wide. He released a groan of approval. “Such a good Peach. You look so beautiful with a mouth full of my cum.”

It was becoming difficult to hold, and my chin trembled. I could feel some dripping down the side of my mouth.

“Okay now. Swallow,” he ordered, running his finger along my throat as I swallowed him down. “Very good.”

Before I could wipe my face, he pulled me up and pushed his mouth against mine, the remnants of his cum flowing between us as we kissed.

So fucking hot.

I pulled back, then swiped a hand over my wet lips. “Thank you, Gony, Sir.” I giggled. I couldn’t contain it.

His laughter followed. “At least we held it together for a little while. But I’m not finished with you, Peach.”

He tucked himself back into his pants and stood before me. He yanked my clothing off, tossing everything to the side.

“I want you to lie on the chaise from the other end.”

“The other end?” I questioned, brows raised.

“I want your head down and bum up here.” He stroked the tall end of the chair.

“Yes, Sir.”

Lying down with my head lower than the rest of my body, I felt an immediate rush of blood go straight to my face.

“Use your safe word if you’re uncomfortable or start feeling too faint. I’ll have you come up. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Gavin stood over me, parting my legs. Then he began to devour me with his mouth. He nipped and licked me all over, then thrust his skilled tongue inside.

“Oh, yes , Sir,” I breathed, wailing with bliss.

He let out several grunts and moans, finding his own pleasure as he enjoyed bringing me to glory.

“You are so bloody delectable,” he murmured, then continued to feed and worship my body.

It didn’t take long before I came hard against his mouth, crying out, shaking, visions of fuzzy cotton candy clouding my brain.

I floated in space among the stars.

Eventually, he assisted me up, then had me lie down the other way to help me regain my balance.

“How are you feeling?” he said, handing me some cold water.

“Amazing. I loved that.”

“We might need to purchase that chaise for our bedroom. Or perhaps come back here. Regularly.”

I smiled and stood, having a sip of water. “You’d consider a membership? You think you can handle the kink in here? It can get a little wild for a sweet dentist like you.”

“Hey, I’m not so sweet anymore. All thanks to you, my naughty minx.” He pulled me close, and I nuzzled against his chest. “But I was thinking. Next time, let’s lose that wig. And you definitely need more sparkle. More diamonds.”

I yanked off the orange wig, fluffing my curls.

“You wanna be my sugar daddy?” I fluttered my lashes up at him.

“Not the daddy bit. No judgment to Salinger or anything, but that’s not my particular kink.”

I smiled, thinking of Daddy Sal.

“But I really would love to spoil you.” He ran his hand over my jaw, and I shivered.

“Maybe you could get me a new diamond bracelet and some matching earrings,” I suggested.

He nodded. “Yes. And a diamond ring perhaps.”

A diamond ring? My eyes went wide, and I bit my lip thinking about what that meant. “I happen to know the best jeweler in the city. Just tell him you know me. He’ll give you a good deal.”