Chapter 1 — Booking, Karaoke, and the Emergency Staircase

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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The famed xx Nightclub, known for its "good girls." Last month, I visited with a group of friends from the office.

At a place rumored to have decent women, we finally had a proper booking.

Four of us, four hostesses...

We mingled, then decided to move on to a karaoke bar for round two.

We were already drunk enough from the club—so by the time we got to karaoke, there was no awkwardness, no hesitation between us.

Like long-time lovers, the moment the first blues track started, each of us grabbed a woman we liked, and the slow dancing began.

My partner was a woman in her late thirties—a hostess from the club—cute-faced, with a shockingly firm, elastic body.

My drunkenness vanished instantly. I could feel my cock swelling, rising hard beneath my pants.

I usually have the bad habit of going limp when I drink—but that night, it stood straight, painfully erect.

I felt like I'd regret it for the rest of my life if I didn't take her.

To the rhythm of the blues, I ran my right hand down her spine, while my left gently stroked the strands of hair grazing her earlobe.

Maybe from the alcohol, she shivered, pulling her neck in, and leaned into me.

That's when I became absolutely certain.

The other three couples were wrapped around each other—no one had the presence of mind to notice us.

The quick ones were already groping breasts with both hands; one guy had a hand deep under a skirt, wriggling inside.

I never rush.

Slowly, I nibbled at her earlobe—gently, thoroughly—with warm breath.

She staggered, her legs wobbling like she could barely stand.

I pretended to steady her, sliding both hands up over her breasts.

Her eyes were glazed, her red lips already parted halfway.

That open mouth—like her petals—made my half-limp cock harden again instantly.

No more waiting. When it's up, you thrust.

I whispered in her ear, "Hey… let's go out for some air?"

She looked at me drowsily. "Where to?"

"Babe, you're really drunk," I said, taking her hand. "Let's just go to the stairs for a bit of fresh air."

The others were too tangled up to care whether we left or stayed.

You bastards. Yeah, keep enjoying yourselves. As if any of you will really taste her petals.

Chuckling to myself, I led her toward the restroom.

It was past three in the morning—surely no one would be in there. That was my calculation.

But damn it—there were women camped out in the bathroom.

And she said, "I don't need the bathroom… you said we'd go for air, right?"

Right! The stairs!

I wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her toward the emergency exit.

I flipped the main switch—plunging the stairwell into darkness, leaving only the dim emergency lights on. The mood was perfect.

She looked startled. "What are you doing…?" Her eyes flickered at me.

Playing innocent, huh…

I smirked inwardly, staring down at her.

Then I dropped the decisive line.

"Let's not think. Let's just be here, now. Follow the feeling. We'll forget it all later."

Ah—damn, I didn't know I could come up with such a smooth line. lol

Maybe my transparent move worked. Or maybe she was already turned on. She lowered her eyes and seemed to yield.

Without hesitation, I devoured her lips, my hands sliding behind her back—gently lifting her blouse.

I unhooked her bra with practiced ease, then let the blouse fall back down.

I knew women got twice as excited when teased over their clothes rather than fully exposed—so I gently sucked on her nipple, now clearly outlined through the thin fabric.

She swayed, bracing herself against the wall.

Next came the natural progression—lifting her skirt.

My right hand, slowly creeping up her thigh, suddenly hooked into her panties and tugged them down.

She pressed her hand over mine—was it a last shred of pride? Or a tease to provoke me further?

"Please… stop now…" she whispered, staring into my eyes.

In this situation, stopping makes you either a eunuch or a saint.

I gently pushed her hand aside and swiftly pulled her panties down.

Then I softly covered her slit with my palm, teasing her clitoris with my middle finger.

She drew her legs together, trembling, unsure what to do.

I firmly spread her twisted legs, then plunged my middle finger deep into her wetness.

Her soaked petals now seemed to beg for my cock.

In that moment, I roughly turned her around.

Seeing her panties bunched at her knees, her firm, elastic ass—my cock swelled, ready to burst.

I thought, Damn… I might come the second I enter.

I dropped to my knees, lifted her skirt, and buried my head between her legs.

She leaned back slightly, still standing, accepting my tongue from below.

Her scent—strange, intoxicating—and the slick, dripping wetness of her petals were delicious.

Every time my tongue darted in and out, licking here and there, she gasped, "Hya… hya…"

I savored the taste, then unbuckled my belt.

Without hesitation, I bent my knees slightly and thrust my cock into her from behind.

She moaned, "Mom! I don't know… what should I do…?"—a line straight out of a damn comic book, yet she said it perfectly.

Even though it was nearly four in the morning and the emergency stairwell was deserted, the tension was overwhelming.

I quickly clamped my left hand over her mouth and began thrusting—hard, fast, piston-like.

Her legs wobbled, threatening to collapse, but the more she faltered, the harder I drove into her.

In just a few minutes, I pulled out abruptly and turned her around.

Like someone finding an oasis in the desert, she dropped to her knees and sucked my cock wildly.

"Ugh… uhnn…"

"Oooh—ahhh! I'm coming…"

At the sound, she released my cock—and instantly, my cum sprayed across her face, splattering her bangs like spoon-fed yogurt.

"Ahh… I don't know!" she cried, gripping my cock tightly.

Ugh… damn. That's stimulating too…

A shiver ran down my spine as I savored the full-body thrill, then slowly pulled my pants up.

Her flushed face was so cute, so endearing.

I quietly pulled her into my arms, gently patting her back.

Her number is saved in my phone—number ten on my speed dial.

And I hesitate. Should I call her?

Just thinking about her firm, youthful ass—so unlike her age—makes my cock stiff again. Painfully hard.

If I taste her just a few more times, I won't be able to be with any other woman.

That's why I'm hesitating.

When you eat something too delicious, nothing else satisfies.

Can I see her again?

I keep wanting to press that speed dial.