Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy novel Chapter 3

DHANUSH'S POV

I had to meet a couple of girls in the Pleasure Club for a date. Well.. it was a foursome date, all the three of the ladies were Irish magazine models... epitome of sheer perfection. Afterall I needed some stress busters within whom I could bang myself into, maybe cuddle, tease, sometimes bite teasingly and then lick the pain away after some sucking pleasures....

I entered the VIP lounge located on the second floor of the 5 storeyed building.

The lounge had glass shields from top to bottom which gave a panoramic view of the dance floor below with an audience containing drunk men and some youngsters. Well, what else do you expect in a stripping club ?

As I reached the high rised platform containing exclusive collection of alcohol and cocktails, I spotted my three dates seated there. "You are late by 13 minutes!" Two of them chirped while the third giggled. I put up a slow smile revealing my dimples." Well, ladies I can compensate it with a wild and passionate night shortly, or if you stay silent, even this very spot can suit to have a qickkie!" I said huskily." You are undeniably the most irresistible specimen on Earth for sure!" The third lady remarked.

I was about to proceed further when all of a sudden the commotion coming from downstairs increased. Ignoring it for some time I continued,"So,my beautiful women... what do you prefer? Enjoying on the bed first or-" I was cut off by the shouts of some wasted men out there in the pub downstairs. What caught my attention was the repeated pleas of marrying someone.

Now this is something new... Admiring some body openly is okay... but marrying for it...

I was interrupted by the waiter who came up with some drinks. I stood up, moved my gaze on the girls seated and told them of returning shortly. Although they looked dissappointed, I gave them a small smile and marched out of the lounge. And what I saw was really breathtaking....

A woman nearly in her late 20s swaying her hips as if there was no tomorrow. The disco lights gave her a sparkling effect which matched with her sun-kissed complexion. The way she was laughing, by throwing back her head while the ends of her doe eyes cringed, was mesmerizing. The short dress showed off her hour-glass figure. She had natural pouty pink lips. She was looking a goddess in that minimal makeup. But still I could sense that all the act of entertaining the audience and enjoying along with them was a facade. It seemed as if she was looking for someone.