Wet Nights

Shemika

I wasn't crying because my sister died, I was crying because her husband was fingering me in the back of the funeral limo, whispering that I was the real fuc-king.

We sat at the back of the moving limousine, as the car gently took us to the funeral home to carry out the proper burial rites for my late sister, Maya.

It's no doubt that Maya was a sweet person, loved by all and hated by few. Maya treated me like I was her child. Since we lost Mom, she took me into her home and gave me more than I asked for.

She was battling with keeping her pregnancy, she's always having a miscarriage and she'd cried her eyes out after each miscarriage.

The weight of Maya's struggle weighed upon her like a whole nation was sitting on her.

Maya's husband, Cruz, had suggested surrogacy as a way for them to have a family, since carrying a pregnancy was hard for her. Maya was against the idea, she said she'd tried again.

Finally, she was able to keep her last pregnancy, but only for her to die in the course of childbirth. We lost Maya, we lost the child.

And here I was feeling sick over the twisted arousal squeezing in my belly as Cruz's fingers slowly slipped under my black funeral dress.

There was an unusual silence in the street as we passed by, it was as if the universe was mourning Maya's departure.

Maya's casket was just ahead of our car, in an ambulance, but Cruz was so thoughtless that all he could think of was making me wet on our way to his wife's funeral.

Cruz has always tried to lure me into having an affair with him but I've always turned him down, despite wanting it.

Maya was so good to me, fucking her husband behind her was just a deadly thing to engage in.

Whenever Cruz comes into my room, showcasing his length to me, I'd always send him out and warn him to stop acting foolish for once, but deep down, he was all I wanted.

I've always fought against Cruz's seduction, but what the fuck is wrong with me right now? Maybe I feel, since Maya is gone, I could have the dick I've been craving for.

I tried to stop Cruz just like I've always done but I couldn't. My thighs stayed open, as my panties were gradually becoming soaked up.

This is taboo.

This is sin.

I can't believe of all the days I could have fallen for Cruz's seduction, it's a day like this-it's my sister's funeral, for crying out loud."

People are mourning, but I was moaning silently, how cruel!

Despite the guilt weighing heavily upon me, I still couldn't ask him to stop.

It's just a four letter word, but it became hard for me to say as Cruz's fingers went even deeper, I grabbed the empty seat next to me, as I bit the lower part of my lips to swallow the loud moan that could escape my lips.

He moved his fingers inside of me like a driver moving in circles, lost where exactly to head to-he was doing it purposely.

His two fingers slowly circled my clit as my hip twitched forward in submission. My breath was shivering but I tried to keep it low.

His fingers were doing sinful things around my wall as I opened my legs even wider as if I wanted to take in his whole fist. Fuck, I've reached climax and I could cum right now but I can't, not right now.

Cruz's fingers began to move even faster as I begged him to go deeper. I didn't utter a word, but the way I tilted my head up and shook rhythmically in response to his gentle thrust, then he should have known that I wanted more of it.

He began to thrust in and out of my dripping entrance while his palm grazed my swollen clit softly, rubbing it like he's destined to make me feel this way.

Fuck, he's doing it right.

His palm brushed the sensitive upper walls of my pussy, as he slowly coiled his fingers inside of me, and I could feel it in the lower part of my belly.

"Don't cum! Don't cum!." I cried within me. Fuck this is the most painful punishment ever, reaching orgasm but can't cum, neither could I moan.

Cruz gently pulled his fingers out, but before I could settle down with a gentle sigh, he slid in again, now hitting me straight in the G-spot without warning.

Fuck, I screamed in my head as my fingers dug into the leather chair next to me.

Cruz smiled as he curled his fingers again inside of me, each of his movements were now more deliberate and intense.

He pressed upward, using his tip to stroke the front wall of my core. He was slow at first, then he became faster and I could fiil my cum at the entrance already, but I couldn't release it, not when we're close to approaching the funeral home.

He steadily thrust in and out of me and I shook continuously like I'd a vibrator inside of me, just when I was at the verge of doing the worst thing-cumming. He paused and whispered in my ears, "You can't cum!" His hoarse voice brushed through the veins popping out on my neck as I couldn't hold it in any much longer.

Just when I thought he was about to stop, his fingers suddenly pressed against my G-spot, running it steadily in slow, itchy circles that made me ache my hips forward involuntarily. I couldn't breathe for a second, that was a stake.

Then, slowly he pulled his finger out and sucked onto the drops on his fingers as he adjusted his suit, keeping a serious face like nothing ever happened.

I haven't recovered yet, I can't believe, Cruz just executed denial on me. I've always wanted to try it, well, I just did.

I tilted my head frontward and adjusted my panties, bringing it back to the middle from where Cruz had shifted it to for an entry.

My legs were still trembling beneath me.

Cruz leaned in, "You're always the one I wanted, Shemika, I'm sorry I didn't let you cum." He whispered as he brought down the sunglasses to his eyes and waited for the car to pull into the driveway.

Shemika

The limo slid open with a gentle clink and Cruz stepped out like a gentleman in a suit. He adjusted his collar like some newly appointed king, holding his cuffs as if he really was grieving his late wife.

I followed suit, stepping out of the car, legs still trembling but of course I masked it all up, pretending to be greatly affected by my sister's death. But, I did feel her death.

People began to approach me one after the other, hugging, whispering and shaking hands with me in grievance. Their sad eyes bore into mine as I began to cry while they showed their condolences.

I kept wiping away the tears from my eyes as I repeatedly whispered, "Thank you," to everyone who came to me and said one or two prayers or soothing words.

While all of these were happening, my skin still radiated where Cruz had touched me.

Cruz stood at the other end of the funeral home, greeting and welcoming guests, his eyes were wetty as well, as if he would cry any time soon.

I stole a sharp glance at him, and whispered a quick curse upon him. How could he be so demonic? Chasing after his wife's sister just for pussy.

He was acting so affected by Maya's death that nobody could ever believe that he used the same finger that bears his wedding ring to finger me just a few moments ago.

Who am I to judge him?

I'm just as sinful as he's.

Whenever a guest greets him, he'll use his handkerchief to clean tears away from his eyes. But deep down, I know he wasn't crying, it's all part of the drama.

For some reasons, I felt disgusted by his pretence. At least I can swear that the tears coming from my eyes were real but I bet Cruz is only acting so people won't see the real him.

The more I think about what happened in the limo, the more I feel ashamed of myself.

I couldn't bear his sight anymore, so I excused myself and rushed to the bathroom. I slammed the door shut behind me and stood in front of the mirror, but I couldn't look at my reflection in the mirror, I was ashamed of what stared back at me.

My eyes carried nothing but guilt, guilt from what I did with Cruz in the car. I turned on the tap and splashed some water on my face as if it could cleanse my sins. But before I could get my thoughts straight, the door suddenly flung open, I jolted as I stepped back, "What the fuck!" I screamed as I stared at Cruz standing just a few feet away from me in the bathroom, his hand gently pushing the door closed behind him.

"What the hell! You're in the ladies room!" I yelled at him, but Cruz didn't seem to care. My eyes darted towards his pants, and I could see his dick bulging out erect.

"I've been thinking about you!" He whispered as he began to unzip his trouser.

"What the fuck are you..." I tried to yell at him again but he suddenly used his hand to cover my mouth.

His other hand slowly slid under my dress again, this time around he was faster, and his moves were with urgency as if he'll die if he doesn't fuck me instantly.

I tried to stop Cruz but he began to whisper one of his dirty lines into my ears, and I instantly melted away under his grip.

"Shhh...you want this Shemika. Don't lie to me, I know you want this dick as much as I want the pussy!" Cruz whispered into my mouth as he began to hover around my face. He wasn't kissing me, he was mostly just feeling the softness of my face.

My breath became hitched as he pulled me by my waist and flipped me over, so I grabbed the sink tightly, trying to stay upright. Cruz unzipped and I didn't find a need to stop him.

This was when I realized I'm the Lucifer here.

His hardened dick, grazed the back of my thigh and I already felt my pussy dripping.

"You didn't stop me, Shemika. Because you want this too." Cruz whispered as he bent over me and pulled me by my hair, then without warning he rammed into me and I let out a loud moan.

"FUCK!" Cruz cried as he grabbed my waist even tighter, thrusting into me with every ounce of his energy as if he had a beef against me so he wants to injure me with his dick.

The sink couldn't steady my vibration anymore so I placed one of my hands on the bathroom stall and the other on the wall, and Cruz spanked me on my butt and I moaned silently.

Every of his thrust was brutal and possessive.

Fuck, why is he treating me this way?

Does he want to kill me?

I guess this is why his wife was never able to carry a child, because of his intense fucking.

My legs began to tremble and my back aches from bending over for too long.

My hair scattered all over my face, sticking to my sweaty face. I tried not to moan, but fuck, he's massive and I could feel him in my stomach.

"Say my name!" Cruz groaned as he thrust out of my pussy, but the moment I whispered his name, he thrust back in with ultimate urgency and I felt like he just tore me apart.

"Cr...Cr...Cruz..." I cried as I shook under his dominance.

My ass kept on shaking as he rammed into me continuously, biting at the lower part of his lips.

His fingers slid into my pussy just while he still had his dick in me, this act made me reach climax even before I was ready for it.

"I'm...I'm cumming...please don't stop...please..." I cried as I let out a relieving moan, cumming all over his dick.

"Good girl," he spanked my ass and it shook with tendency as he smooched it into his hand like bread.

I hated myself for this.

My body shook one last time, as I dropped my head in disbelief of what just happened.

This is wrong, but I couldn't stop.

Cruz zipped up his trouser, but before I could straighten up and bring my gown down, he thrust his finger into me and brought it out almost immediately, then he licked my cum and whispered into my ear, "We ain't done yet, Shemika." He smirked and walked out.

I leaned against the sink, shaking from the constant thrust but mostly from feelings of fear and betrayal.

I've betrayed Maya. I really have.

I lifted my head up only to see my ruined reflection. My mascara was scattered all over my face, my hair stuck to the edges of my face and I was looking just like the monster that I was.

I straightened up and my gown fell back in place. I slid my hand in-between my legs, only to realize how sticky my thighs were, due to the cum.

I rolled out the tissue and cleaned away the cum dripping all over my legs. I fixed my hair and wiped away the mascara on my face and walked out like nothing happened, faking composure again.

The funeral soon came to an abrupt end and I waited behind to see all the guests out.

When they finally were all gone, the funeral-home attendant held my hand, and whispered some silent prayers to me, then she said I could go home now.

I reached home, exhausted and terrified.

I began to miss Maya. Her absence can't be ignored.

I stepped into the bathroom and had a quick shower, but upon stepping back into my room, I froze at the sight of Cruz on my bed.

He was laying naked on the bed, hard and waiting, his erection already up. I was shocked and scared at the same time.

Why wouldn't he give me a break?

Fuck, we just buried his wife today, and he's already willing to release about seven times before the day breaks.

"Get out!" I snapped but my eyes were still on his length, swallowing hard as I found it hard to focus.

I stepped forward and tried to drag him off the bed but he immediately yanked the towel off my body and he grabbed my hips and pulled me on top of him.

My irritation melted into want, and obsession.

I didn't know how, but somehow, I conditioned my pussy and without much movement, it rammed into me and I began to ride him.

His hands were pressed against my waist as I bounced continuously on his balls and my breast kept flipping on my chest, and Cruz stared at it.

I began to ride him even faster and harder, bouncing continuously on him, as I squeezed his length inside of me.

Lost in lust, I kept riding him and I hissed and moaned as his dick grew bigger inside of me.

My hand slowly slid towards his throat, as I pressed onto his neck, choking him sexually.

Cruz didn't seem to enjoy the whole choking idea so he struggled, while he began to tap on the bed, slapping hard on the bed for me to stop. But my eyes were closed as I kept riding him while choking him.

I thought most men love it when they choke them during sex, so I just thought of trying something new.

Cruz kept struggling, but I was long lost, chasing orgasm.

Then his body suddenly went still the moment I cum all over him.

"Fuck, Cruz..." I moaned as I slowly opened my eyes, but Cruz wasn't saying anything. His eyes were widely open like a slaughtered ram.

I tapped him hard on his chest, but his body was cold already.

"Cruz?" I cried but he wasn't moving.

This was when the horror sets in, the realization settled upon me like hell.

Cruz is dead!

I killed Cruz.

My hands began to tremble. I immediately grabbed his wrist and checked for a pulse, but there was none.

"What the fuck have I done?" I cried.

I buried my face in my palm as I sat on the floor, but then I began to hear a spilling sound.

I lifted my head up sharply just to realize Cruz was releasing.

"Fuck," I mumbled as I bounced on his cold, stiff body.

I blinked sharply at his hard cock, I can't believe his cock was still erect.

Fuck, dead people has the hardest dick, I must say.

"Did I just make a corpse cum?" I murmured as I rammed his dick into my pussy and rode him a few more times before I jumped off him and picked up my dress and hurriedly put it on.

I ran out of the house and into the street. I forgot I wasn't even wearing my slippers, but I still kept running.

I needed to run as far, and fast as I could.

The police will be looking for me, I know.

My legs were becoming weak, it couldn't carry me anymore so I dizzily staggered onto the highway as I ran blindly into traffic.

A car was speeding towards me, I couldn't see much, due to the blinding flash light from the approaching car.

I didn't know how it happened, but I found myself knocked down by the truck and I began to bleed, my eyes gently closing up.

The last thing I heard was the loud hunks that filled the air before the accident, then tires screeching.

Shemika

My eyes slowly began to open up, unconscious of where exactly I was.

The unfamiliar scent of the surrounding slowly brought me back to consciousness as my head began to bang from the hit.

Flashes of Cruz's lifeless dick inside of me flooded my mind and then the glimpse of the color of the car that almost got me killed.

Where exactly am I?

Am I in the police cell?

Or am I in an ambulance, with an officer sitting next to me, waiting for me to open my eyes so he could just handcuff me and drag me away?

I froze, still debating whether or not to open my eyes yet.

I finally made a choice, flipping my eyes open like I was never hurt.

A tall, confident looking, unfamiliar figure stepped into the room that looked like a hospital.

I froze on the bed. Are they here for me?

The young man walked in with a few other men behind him.

The young looking man wasn't dressed like a doctor. The moment he stepped closer to me, I realized this could never be a police officer.

Police officers are not usually this handsome and fit.

Fuck, I couldn't believe who I was seeing.

Bishop!

The Managing Director at Wet Nights Club.

Wet Nights is an elite club for mostly the top citizens of the states.

I've been hearing about Wet Nights and I've dreamt of working at the club as a performer because I heard they pay their dancers very high.

But it's not easy to get a job at Wet Nights. Though, it's a popular club but it held a lot of secrets, secrets that shouldn't be known outside the club. Due to their delicate nature of treating their clients with secrecy, they're being extremely careful about whoever they employ.

Bishop lowered his head to stare at me on the bed, "Do you feel better now?" he asked softly as his breath brushed against my face.

I couldn't help but observe his smooth, shiny skin. It was as if the sun kissed his skin, his slick black hair fell to his neck as if he was ready for a red carpet show.

He used his hand to brush his hair backward as it fell to his face while he bent over to confirm if I was good.

The serpent tattoo curled around his wrist gave him the final savage look.

Fuck, I can't believe the whole Bishop is staring at me right now, just a breath away from me.

I kept staring at his tattoo, admiring the ferocious touch it added to his calm look.

Our eyes suddenly met, and for a minute, I couldn't breath.

"Didn't mean to break you, sweetheart," Bishop muttered as he leaned back, now securing his hands inside his pockets.

Fuck, he looks more charming when he speaks.

I couldn't say a word, I only kept staring at him as if I've seen a god.

The more he stares at me, the more I fuck him in my head already.

"I'm...I'm sorry, I ran into your car..." I stuttered, still finding it hard to take my eyes off him.

"It's fine! I'm Bish..." Bishop was just about to introduce himself when I cut him off mid-sentence.

"I know who you're!" I roared, sounding almost too loud for someone who just got hit by a car.

"What?!" Bishop's brow furrowed.

"You're Bishop...the managing director at Wet Nights Club!" I shouted excitedly. I was acting just too raw and direct.

It's just so cruel how reality plays on me sometimes.

For over four years now, I've been looking for ways to meet Bishop, I really wanted to work in Wet Nights Club. I feel I'm tied to the club.

I've heard of girls making thousands of dollars in just a night with a politician or celebrity in a private room

I've also heard that Wet Nights was a place where pain turns into currency and every single move you make to a client can even earn a Ferrari from them.

I've heard that ladies who work at Wet Nights are freaking wealthy now.

Wet Nights is currently the talk of the town and now, standing before me is the club's main enforcer and dealmaker-they call him by the name, Bishop.

This is a dream come true for me...meeting Bishop has been one of my greatest prayers.

Bishop collected a bundle of cash from one of his men, tossed it gently onto my lap, "This should silence you." Bishop mumbled softly.

I didn't flinch, I only stared at the bundle on my lap, admiring the cleanliness of the new currency. This is exactly what I'm talking about. I want to start making cool cash like these, throwing bundles wherever I go, but I can only achieve that through one-way-and that's to work at Wet Nights.

I knew one-day I was going to be a billionaire and here comes the opportunity. At this point, I won't disagree with anyone who calls me an obsessed or desperate freak, I really don't care.

Without hesitating, I pushed the bundle away from me, "I don't need your pity!" I growled, my voice raw.

Of course I'd a better plan in mind.

"What do you want?" Bishop asked, his voice calm and piercingly seductive. If I'm not careful, his voice could make me wet already.

"I want to be a performer at your club!" I blurted, my voice was clear as if I've been expecting the question since he walked in.

Bishop raised a brow, teasingly annoying. Then he smiled softly, but before I could realize what he was doing, he suddenly burst out laughing. He turned around and glanced at his men and they joined him to laugh as if I was some kind of joker.

I frowned but I couldn't say a word, because I don't even know why they're offering me money in the first place.

I was the one that bumped into their car, but why is it that he's offering me money and asking that I shouldn't say anything.

Am I missing something?

Is there something I saw that I might have forgotten?

Moreover, the bundle he's offering me is way too much for a simple 'sorry', so what is it that they're trying to silence me for.

Fuck, I can't remember much after I was knocked down by their car.

"Come-on, sweetheart...you think you can just walk into a room and just command your way into Wet Nights?" Bishop scoffed.

"Wet Nights isn't some random strip club, princess. We're more than just a club!" Bishop probed further, his eyes slowly catching a glimpse of my desperation.

"I've served, I've danced, I've done things your girls are currently dreaming about, their finishing point will be my starting point." I blinked sharply as I slowly sat up from the bed.

Bishop smirked, slipped his hand into the inner pocket of his jacket, tossed out two more bundles as if they were nothing, "Take it, forget about this and I should never see you again." Bishop growled as he turned around to leave, leaving behind the three bundles in my lap.

"Wait...please," I called out just before he stepped out of the room. "Please, I'm currently on the run, they might be looking for me right now and I don't have a home, I've nowhere to go from here." I sounded more like I was pleading.

Bishop's expression suddenly softened as if he's trapped in my story.

"Who's after you?" Bishop suddenly asked, but he didn't turn around to look at me.

"My...my uncle...he's trying to sell me out to some bad guys...they're sex traffickers...he'll use me to make some cash..." I lied, tears filling my eyes.

Bishop was quiet for a minute, he didn't say a word, neither did he turn around to look at me.

Just before he said whatever was on his mind, I quickly jerked up from the bed, shoving the bundles onto the floor like I wasn't interested in them.

Fuck, I needed the money, but I'm more interested in the club.

"Test me...just one night, Bishop...That's all I ask for, if I don't perform well, throw me out." I blinked sharply as I stood at attention as if I was saluting a senior officer in the army.

Bishop chuckled loudly, now turning around to look at me. He lifted his hand up and one of his men placed a card on it, then Bishop extended the card over to me, revealing the serpent tattoo on his wrist, covered by the sleeve of his jacket.

"Take it...give the house a call once you're ready!" Bishop hinted, still stretching the card over to me.

I didn't take the card, "I'm ready now, I'll follow you right away. If I stay back, they might come for me." I bowled, my voice almost pleading.

Bishop's gaze suddenly hardened, the gentle smirk on his face faded away, and softness in his stare turned into flames, "Be careful what you offer, princess. Wet Nights have teeth." Bishop's voice was suddenly sounding serious as if he was passing a warning.

"Blindfold her," Bishop suddenly muttered, as he turned around and walked away.

I didn't fight it as one of his men stepped forward and blindfolded me, gently walking me out of the hospital.

They put me in a car and I could still perceive Bishop close by, he was sitting at the front seat, next to the driver's seat.

Despite being blindfolded, I could still sense everything happening around me.

The ride was quiet but heavy with anticipation of what I'm about to step into.

What if Wet Nights turns out to be something way different than I'd imagined?

Different thoughts began to creep into my mind, and I almost screamed that they let me out of the car, but I braced up and leaned back into the seat as if I didn't care about anything anymore.

After a long hour of driving, I could have even fallen asleep, the car finally pulled over and they removed the blinds away from my eyes.

Standing before me was the massive building with the signage, 'Wet Nights Club'

Bishop stepped out of the car and into the building.

I was guided into the elevator with Bishop and one other guard.

"What's the name, princess?" Bishop asked, his eyes fixated on the elevator's door.

"Shemika!" I muttered, staring up at him.

"Shemika, meet Dom, my Personal bodyguard and PA, he'll be the one to walk you through the testing process tonight." Bishop explained, gesturing towards the man standing next to me.

I turned and stared at Dom for a while, fuck he's built as hell. Dom looked deadly and he wasn't smiling at all.

We approached our floor and the elevator stopped, and opened with a silent chim.

Bishop stepped out first, but just as he was about to walk away, he turned to Dom, "Dom, she's yours for the hour." Bishop muttered as he walked away without looking at me.