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ChapterOne

PERILOUS

Emotions will end the world.Especially something as awful as love.

Not that I’m anywhere near in love with the woman on her knees, flexing her throat on my cock, proving she had been telling the truth when she told me she had absolutely zero gag reflex. If I pull her down any harder, my cock is going to end up in her stomach.

I slide my hands into her glittery hair. In the background the constant thumping of music plays out. Out there is where the regulars sit and drink and wave money, hoping to trade it for a fantasy that will never happen.

How much is this blow job costing me? Nothing. I don’t pay.

We don’t pay.

She looks up at me, nervous and curious at the same time. Can’t blame her for that. Imagine a group of men in black robes and masks sitting in a room waiting for you and your friends. And you’re told nothing is off limits. You’re told everything is on the table. You’re told the wordnodoes not apply. It’s what you’ve signed up for.

But what you don’t know is that everything serves a purpose. This has nothing to do with a blow job. I put my head back and shut my eyes.

Big mistake.

Every single time I close my eyes I see the SUV unable to turn. I see the SUV hitting the guardrail at full speed. I see the SUV going over the edge of the cliff…

My eyes open and I swallow hard. The stripper sucking my cock groans, thinking she’s the reason I’m suddenly feelingoff.

I respect her lack of gag reflex, but a blow job is a blow job. She’s boring. Almost mechanical.

My phone to my right vibrates. It’s a text from Demo telling me it’s time to make our move. That means he’s filled some stripper’s belly with warm cum.

Me?

That’s just not my style. I pull the stripper’s hair, sliding her mouth up and off my cock. She gasps and leaves her mouth open. Thick chunks of saliva hang like ropes from her lips to my cock.

I grab for my cock and start to stroke it. I grip tight. Pump hard. Pump fast. The stripper groans and sticks her tongue out. She thinks I want to jerk off into her mouth.

I grab her throat with my left hand and shove her away from me. She falls back and tries to scream but only touches her neck. She’s in shock that I grabbed her like that. Her knees knock together.

No need for that. I’m not going to fuck you.

My balls tighten and I feel my cock getting ready to explode. I reach for the glass of vodka to my left and I stand up. I aim my cock and shoot my load into the vodka.

The cum doesn’t mix. It’s its own floating entity. I grit my teeth and growl deep in my throat and chest, then step toward the stripper and hand her the glass. She takes it from me, looking scared to death.

“Drink,” I order her.

She does as she’s told. She knows what she’s signed up for. She drinks the glass of vodka and cum.

When she’s finished, I reach down with my right hand and wipe whatever cum got onto my hand on her face. I palm her face and squeeze my hand for a second or two. I move my hand away and there’s a mix of my cum and her saliva on her face.

She stares up at me with her bright blue eyes and her seductive little smile. She’s wondering just who I am. Wondering if I’m a famous person. An actor. A musician. Or maybe some politician. Someone rich and powerful.

What she doesn’t know is where I reside, I’m beyond all that.

Sinners Academy.

Thebrood.

Reporting to theLegion.

Serving thePerg.

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