"Fuck, Malik," I groan into my hands, my black hair tickling my fingers. "Get the fuck out of this slump," I continue talking to myself. It doesn't help as I still feel as shitty as yesterday and the day before, and the day previous too. I could take my gun and shoot myself.

Talon, my bastard best friend, walks into my office with a donut in hand and a stack of cash. He does this every Friday. Invites me out, meets some woman, and leaves me to fuck her in his small ass car. It's the same for me majority of the time, except the women bore me back to a soft and my car isn't small.

"You already know what I'm going to say," Talon sits in the seat in front of me, his long legs resting on my desk. 

I lift my head from my hands before leaning back in my chair- my white dress shirt tightening as I cross my arms. The sleeves are pulled up to my elbows, showing my tatted arm sleeve on my right arm. The left one is almost bare, itching for me to put a needle and ink on its surface.

"Tattoos, clubs, and sex," I answer, my tone dry. Only two of the three are enjoyable to me.

"Tattoos, clubs, and good sex," Talon says, trying to emphasize my words.

He knows that my female companions aren't doing it for me anymore. We've been to numerous clubs, but it always ends the same. With my dick soft, and the woman embarrassed. He started to think I was gay until I knocked him with a bat for even thinking that idea. I didn't hit him because he thought I was gay, I hit him because he said I'd be the one taking it up the rear.

"Right," I crack my knuckles and neck to release the stress and pressure I felt on my body. Working the job we do almost day and night is fucking tiresome. Maybe a woman companion won't be so bad tonight. I smirk a little and stand up, Talon following my actions. "We're not getting in that tiny ass box."

"It's my baby, not a box!" Talon defends, ready to argue with me about his precious car.

"Yeah, okay" I walk pass him while ignoring his mumbles of protest.

We take the elevator in the now empty building, listening to the terrible music until we reach the bottom floor. Talon goes into a room before returning with a set of keys. It goes to one of my Rolls Royce. He picks it every time, you'd think he's trying to drop hints that he wants it.

"Are we skipping the tattoos? The club I have in mind is the livest around this hour," he breathes down my neck about this during the walk to my car. It would've been easy to just deck him and drag his unconscious body back to the building, but he'd give me shit for that once he woke up.

"Talon, shut the fuck up. Your voice gives me migraines."

He took that as a 'yes we'll skip the tattoos if you close your fucking mouth' which is exactly what I meant.

"You think you'll get laid?"

I knew he wouldn't stay quiet for long.

"I don't know," I sigh. "I'm stressed the fuck out, so maybe some sexual release will do something for me this time round."

"I told you to take a break, man. You're doing all this work alone when boss brought in some people."

"I trust none of them," I scoff, my hands tightening around the wheel. "They're fucking me up on purpose to give him a reason to pop his ugly ass face into my building."

Talon laughs, understanding and sharing my hatred for the man we work for. He's a man that's afraid to get his own hands dirty, and hides himself in a safe house until the work we're given is done. Any one of us has only seen his face a handful of times, but it's enough times to make me wanna smash his head through a brick wall.

"Why don't you just-"

"I'm not fighting him for the head position."

"Why not? You'd overpower that puppy of a man and you're a great ass leader. You run the business every day, our boss doesn't deserve shit," Talon tries to convince me of this for the hundredth time.

Thing is, I don't want to be the head. I don't want to be in control of a bunch of men who will kiss ass anytime a powerful figure steps foot in their presence. They're all unfaithful sons of bitches. All of them. I shoot a look at Talon, silently telling him just that.

"Alright, I get it. Park right there- the club is around the corner."

I park at the end of some street, my car humming as it just sits. Talon wastes no time in getting out, leaving his cash on my dashboard. He also does this- leave his money accidentally, so I'm left with the task of paying. I grab the stack and put it in my back pocket to use for later. There's nothing wrong with paying for your friend with his own money.

We walk in unison to the club around the corner, power emitting from our bodies with every step. Women already stare with lust as we walk to the front of the line. The security guard looks at us once and nods in our direction, immediately stepping aside.

People don't know us personally, but they know enough to never question. Don't question what we do, why we do, who we do it to, and the list goes on. I like it that way.

Once we walk into the club I'm engulfed in the smell of cigarettes and a smell of orgasms. It's not unusual for people to fuck in clubs- especially ones like this.

"I'm going to head over there," Talon tells me before heading off. I go in the other direction and head towards a bar. The bartender must've known I was coming because he keeps his eyes on me the entire time it takes to get there. I sit in the stool in front of him and lean my arms on the counter.

"I want the strongest drink you have."

He nods at my assertion, only looking away from me to make my drink. He finishes in under five minutes, sliding a glass across the counter. I fish through my back pocket before pulling out a one hundred dollar bill. Talon owes it to me.

"You ever been here before?" the bartender tries to strike up a conversation.

"No."

"I can tell. Your friend seems real comfortable," he attempts to carry the conversation forward.

"Yeah, he has a kink for these things."

"Not you though, huh?"

"I don't know, yet."

Before he could say anything more, I turn around and get up from my seat. Leaving my drink behind, I walk to the other side of the club where a group of women are sitting alone and staring at the men- probably assessing which one to take home. I'm doing the same and a certain red-head just caught my attention. The women see me walking up to them. The little red head pulls her dress down a little exposing her cleavage, her breasts spilling out the top. I get to them and walk around the couch they're sitting on, so I'm behind them.

They stare at me as I move, wondering who I'm going to pick. I get behind the red head and move her hair to the side before pressing my lips to her ear.

"You," I whisper. I kiss down her neck, slowly, sucking in certain spots. "Come with me?"

She nods with no hesitation, grabbing her purse and following me to the back of the club. I open the door to an unoccupied room and close it behind us. I lock it and turn around while unbuttoning my shirt. The woman in front of me just stares, her eyes trailing down my body to my already hard dick.

"You shy?" I taunt her. She shakes her head ever so slowly, but makes no move to do anything. "Then strip."

"Now?" she squeaks.

I walk up to her, my hand grabbing her chin and tilting it up to make her look at me.

"Right here, right now. Let me see your body, and worship it with my mouth... don't you want that?" I gaze down at her, imagining her body underneath me. Imagining it on top of me as she uses her hips to ride me. She's too shy to try and gain some control which is disappointing, but I'll make do with what I have.

"I-I think..."

Raising my eyebrows, I encourage her to continue. It doesn't happen though as there are three knocks sounding at the door.

"Yo, Malik! We gotta go," Talon's voice intrudes my ears.

"Where?" I shout, my body rigid with my dick straining against the zipper of my pants.

"A job. It's in another city, man."

Of fucking course.

I sigh, sending an apologetic look to the red headed woman in front of me. I leave the room with my shirt still unbuttoned and Talon looks like he's in the same situation as me. We send disapproving looks to one another before leaving towards the exit.

I crane my head back to let out another sigh. My eyes catch a woman with lidded, lusted eyes. She emits her own power and dominance- her eyes following my every move. I shudder in wanting pleasure and leave the orgasmic club.

"Talon, what's the name of this club?"

"Intoxicator. Why, it fit your picky tastes?"

"I don't know," I hum.

That was the end of that conversation because it was time to get serious and get our fucking hands dirty.

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