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the doormen, weren’t allowing any more in, so we were obviously at our limit.
    “Tate?” Kat softly begged quietly.
    I looked down at her once more, her wide eyes imploring and hungry. “Open your mouth.”
    She opened up like a starving little bird, the tip of her tongue resting against her lower lip and I realised now why she spoke with a slight lisp. She gasped as I unbuckled my belt, her eyes on my fingers greedily as I released my cock into my hand. She swallowed heavily as I stepped a little closer and ran the ball of my piercing across her lips teasingly then slid the whole length between her lips and down the back of her throat, causing her to gag and her eyes to water.
    I smirked cruelly at her, “Come on, Kat, you asked for it.”
    She choked loudly, her chest heaving and her eyes wide and wet as a line of spit spread from her lips to the end of my dick when I pulled back out. I shook my head in disgust when I realised she wasn’t going to protest to my invasion.
    She frowned at me as I tucked myself back in my jeans and fastened my belt. “Tate?”
    “Get the fuck out of here.”
    “Wh..what did I do?”
    “It’s what you didn’t do that’s the problem,” I barked as I strolled around my desk and took my keys from the top drawer, then opened the office door for her, curtly telling her to leave. “No pride, Kat. I like women to put up a bit of a fight if they don’t like what I’m doing to them.”
    “But...” She started to protest and I sighed heavily. What the hell was wrong with these women? None of them had any self-worth; either that or I was that fucking good they’d even degrade themselves for me to fuck them.
    “You arsehole!” She spat with venom, her eyes suddenly glinting with loathing.
    I nodded reverently, “That’s more like it.”
    She stormed past me, her elbow knocking into my gut as she went, her hair still in a clump atop her head, all the hairspray holding it in position after my harsh grasp. Oh well, I wouldn’t be the one to tell her how fucking stupid she looked, not my job.
     
    I pulled my phone from my pocket as it vibrated against my thigh. “Jed,” I greeted as I shut my door again and waited for his update.
    “Where the fuck did you get the new guy from?” he yelled through the phone.
    I groaned at the sound of sirens in the background. “Talk to me, Jed.”
    “The stupid fuck shot one of the fucking staff.”
    “Ahh shit,” I groaned as I rubbed at my temples, “Gimme ten.”
    “You better fucking hurry or we’re facing a fifteen.”
    “I - said,” I growled slowly, “Gimme ten. If I say I’ll sort it, I fucking will. Don’t fucking question me Jed, or you’ll be facing fucking soil and dirt instead of a fifteen stretch.”
    I ended the call to his silence as I dialled another number. “Stringer,” I uttered when he picked up at the other end. “I need an out for some of my guys.”
    “Already on it; heard it come through the scanner, mate. Another five and it’ll be sorted.”
    “Thanks mate, stupid cadet twat.”
    He laughed loudly, “Was that wise for such a big job?”
    “With hindsight,” I grimaced, “Maybe not.”
    “But we all have to learn somewhere, right?” He admitted and I nodded.
    “That we do. Usual payment deposit within twenty four,” I said as I once again opened my door. “Cheers mate.” I added before I ended the call, rolling my head on my shoulders to relieve the oncoming headache.
    Stringer was the best at hacking any sort of technology. I knew within the five minutes he had promised, that all the cop radios, traffic lights and CCTV would be working in my favour.
     
    Blowing out a tired breath, I descended the stairs from my office and stepped out onto the club floor. The blaring beat of the music and the flash of the lights made me squint. The heat rising from the floor was material, the wave in the atmosphere tangible and real but it was the smell of alcohol, sex and sweat that caused my gut to twist.