Little Dancer by Tate Monroe & Rory Ireland

Author:Tate Monroe & Rory Ireland [Monroe, Tate & Ireland, Rory]
Language: eng
Format: epub

10

CAROLINE

There’s a line of people waiting to be let into Club Opal, but we’re waved right through the check-in without so much as a word being spoken to us. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen. Some of the people milling about are fully clothed and some are completely naked. Most are somewhere in between. I can’t help but stare as we pass a table where a woman is kneeling beside her partner and stroking his cock while he pets the top of her hair gently. He’s speaking to another man casually, as if they’re just meeting up for drinks to catch up.

“If this has your eyes widening, wait until we go back to the main room,” my grandfather tells me as he pulls me briskly down an aisle and over to a corner where two men are sitting in high-back leather chairs with a small table in the middle with their drinks sitting on coasters. One of them looks to be around the same age as my grandfather, with salt and pepper hair. He’s in a light blue button-down shirt and gray slacks and the other one looks younger, maybe late thirties with dark hair. He’s in jeans and a t-shirt and he reaches out to knuckle bump my grandfather, which is probably the funniest thing I’ll ever see in my life.

“Clark,” the older man says jovially. “Nice of you to finally show up.”

“I had some business to take care of, not all of us can be retired leeches to society, Callum,” my grandfather jokes and all three men laugh like they have some kind of an inside joke that’s only meant for older men who hate their jobs but like their money.

My grandfather snakes his hand up my ribcage and covers my whole breast with his palm as he reaches out and accepts the cigar Callum is offering him. Both of the men act like I’m not here, but I don’t get the vibe that they’re being disrespectful to me, but rather being respectful to my grandfather.

Once the cigar is lit, my grandfather looks down at me and says, “Caroline, this is Callum and Royce.” He only moves his hand to find my nipple and pinches it hard enough that I let out a tiny squeal, bringing my hands up to cover my mouth in embarrassment. “Don’t be shy, say hello,” he says, moving his hand back to squeeze my whole tit in his hand. Their eyes are on his hand and what it’s doing to my breast, so it’s a little easier for me to speak than if they were both staring at my face.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you,” I say softly, and my grandfather catches me by surprise when he leans down and brushes his lips against mine. It isn’t a deep or romantic kiss, or even a fierce, lustful one. It’s meant to calm my nerves.

“Nice to meet you, Caroline,” Royce says, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his hand over the front of his jeans.

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