“Mr. Chambers?” Nancy repeated, bringing my attention back to her question.
“Growing up here, there was always an annual fall festival each year until Mr. Jack Knox passed away during my senior year of high school. I always wanted to bring the festival back, so when I found the first opportunity, that’s what I did. It’s something that’s been near to my heart since I was a kid, and I wanted to make sure that all the children of Sunset Harbor received the same experience,” I shared, smiling at the camera as my eyes wandered off again.
My thoughts returned to her. Was she still foolishly considering that promise after all this time?
“Well, I think it would be safe to say that you’ve far surpassed that goal, Mr. Chambers. The festival we see today has so much more to offer than the fairs I recall as a girl,” Nancy replied with a twinkle in her eyes.
I gave a brief nod, refusing to state the obvious. Mr. Jack Knox had been a small business owner without the resources I had at my disposal. The money I’d earned from selling my small satellite broadcasting company and investing in a software startup allowed me to purchase my own NBA team and make dreams happen.
I worked hard to go in the opposite direction of the example that my selfish parents set for me. We were rich, there was no way around it, but that was no justification for being selfish bastards. I enjoyed my wealth, but I also invested back in the town that was a part of my existence, heart, and soul.
“Mr. Chambers, thank you for taking the time to speak with us. I know that you’re also hosting a dinner for the orphanage later tonight, so we’ll see you there,” Nancy said, wrapping up the brief interview.
Nodding my head, I smiled into the camera, said, “Thanks,” and stuffed my hands into my pockets as I dashed through the crowd, my eyes scouring every face but coming up empty.
As I moved towards the parking lot across the street from the festival, my thoughts turned towards Prestige. I needed to blow off some steam this afternoon, and that’s exactly where I would head before the dinner.
The only selfish behaviors I exhibited were related to my club membership. My healthy sexual appetite was whet by the activities I engaged in there. Prestige served its members' proclivities in various forms to justify the healthy price tag we paid annually.
Whether your penchant was for drinking, gambling, partying, sex, kinky sex, or just a voyeur of all that took place at the club, Prestige served your purpose. I’d been a card-carrying member since the age of eighteen.
My father and uncle Preston took me there to celebrate my eighteenth birthday before I’d gone out with my friends. That wasn’t where my fetishes started, but the club satisfied my desire.
Even when I’d gone away to college at NYU, I would stop at the club when I’d return home during breaks before I stopped at my parents’ home. And more often than not, that’s where I spent most of my time during those breaks.
My fascination with the club had only increased with time. And whenever I felt stressed that’s where I headed.
I knew it would be difficult to ignore that burning ache in my cock tonight. I had to appease my flesh. And with that in mind, I easily pushed my Audi RS7 to one-hundred-twenty miles on the back roads as I made my way through the winding road up to the top of the mountain where the club was located.
MY HANDS GRIPPED A handful of dark, curly hair. Exotic, tilted, warm brown eyes looked up at me as her head bobbed up and down my length. Her caramel-colored skin flushed a darker hue of red as she went all the way down, her long talons raking the underside of my balls.
Tawny was the name she went by in this club, but I knew that wasn’t her name. It didn’t matter, though, because we would never speak of this moment beyond these walls. With her other hand, she squeezed her tiny breast, the walnut-colored nipple peeking between her fingers.
I groaned as she slid back to the tip of my cock, spit clinging to my shaft. Closing my eyes, I basked in the feeling that she drew from me. She was good with her mouth, one of the best.
Another moan caused my eyes to open again, and I looked over at the bed positioned directly across from the chair I occupied.
Cherish.
Waving a finger at her, I beckoned her from the place I’d relegated her to on the bed. She was slimmer than Tawny but no less beautiful. Whereas Tawny was slim up top and blossomed out at her hips, ass, and thighs, Cherish was petite, but she had large, bountiful breasts and a nice ass.
Cherish’s dark sepia color was so gorgeous and foreign to me. She wore her hair braided into a bun on the top of her head with several braids hanging in the back down to her ass. Little gold jewels decorated the braids in her bun.
Full maroon-colored lips puckered up at me in the sweetest smile when I pointed at Tawny.
Cherish was a championship tennis player. Her membership at the club would be more shocking than Tawny’s. Women hailed her as an idol because of her good-girl image in the world.
Cherish was a brand ambassador for a couple of family-oriented nonprofits and a few sports brands known for their virtues and family branding. She built her image on values and morals.
It would be hard for anyone to see her down on her knees the way she was now licking at Tawny’s slit as if it were the last lollipop she would ever get. Just the sight of these two beautiful goddesses was driving me crazy.
Tawny owned a famous lingerie and sex toy brand, Toya’s
