Newcastle Nights
"Bouncer Shayla works the door at the hottest club in Newcastle. When she catches VIP guest Terrence staring, she decides to show him what happens when big girls take charge."
Shayla had worked the door at Fusion for five years. She'd seen it all—fights, breakdowns, proposals, breakups. But she'd never seen anyone stare at her the way Terrence was staring.
The London businessman was in the VIP section, bottle service, expensive suit. But his eyes kept drifting to the door. To her.
Shayla knew what she looked like. Six feet tall in her heels, thick arms that could handle trouble, breasts that her black t-shirt struggled to contain, and a backside that had caused more than one distracted driver outside the club. She was a big girl, and she owned it.
"Your boy's staring at me," she told the other bouncer.
"Go talk to him, then. VIPs like the personal touch."
She approached his booth, aware of his eyes tracking every sway of her hips.
"Everything alright here, sir? Need anything?"
"Just enjoying the view." His voice was smooth, confident. "What's your name?"
"Shayla."
"Shayla." He said it like he was tasting it. "When do you get off?"
"Two AM."
"I'll wait."
Normally, she'd shut that down. But something about him—the directness, the way he looked at her like she was the main attraction—made her pause.
"Private bar, round the corner. Meet me there."
Two AM. The private bar was empty except for them and a bartender who knew when to disappear.
"So," Terrence said, "you always pick up businessmen from VIP?"
"Never. You're the first."
"I'm flattered."
"Don't be." She moved closer, invading his space. "I saw the way you looked at me. Like you wanted something."
"I do."
"What?"
His hand reached out, touching her hip, feeling the thickness of her through her work trousers. "This. All of this."
"Most men can't handle all of this," she warned.
"I'm not most men."
"Prove it."
He stood, and she realized he was only slightly taller than her. She grabbed his tie and pulled him into a kiss, taking control. He groaned against her mouth.
"My hotel's five minutes away," he managed.
"Then let's go."
The walk was a blur of tension and anticipation. In the elevator, she had him pressed against the wall, her thick body pinning him.
"I usually like to be in charge," he admitted.
"Not tonight." Her hand found him through his trousers. "Tonight, you do what I say."
His suite was massive, but she only cared about the bed. She pushed him onto it and stripped efficiently—shirt, bra, trousers, knickers. His eyes went wide.
"God, you're incredible."
"I know." She climbed on top of him, pinning his wrists. "Your turn. Shirt off."
He obeyed. Good.
She took her time exploring him—nice body, obviously worked out—but she wasn't here for his pleasure first. She positioned herself over his face.
"Show me what that mouth can do."
Terrence was talented. He devoured her like she was his last meal, hands gripping her thick thighs as she rode his face. She came twice before she was satisfied.
"Good boy." She moved down his body. "Now you get rewarded."
She took him in her mouth first, enjoying the way he squirmed. Then she mounted him, sinking down with a satisfied groan.
"Jesus Christ," he breathed.
"Just Shayla." She started to move. "Now hold on."
She rode him hard, using her weight to her advantage. He gripped her hips, her breasts, anything he could reach. When he got close, she stopped.
"Not yet."
She edged him three more times before finally letting him finish. By the end, he was begging, and she loved every second of it.
"Please, Shayla—"
"Please what?"
"Let me come. I'll do anything."
"Anything?" She considered. "Fine. But you come when I say."
She rode him to her own climax first, clenching around him, then finally gave him permission. He exploded inside her with a shout that probably woke the neighboring rooms.
"That was..." He couldn't find the words.
"I know." She lay beside him, satisfied. "You'll think about tonight for a long time."
"Stay. Until morning."
"I've got work tomorrow."
"Quit." He propped himself up. "I'm serious. Come to London with me."
She laughed. "You just met me."
"And I know I want more." His hand traced her curves. "However much you want."
Shayla considered. London sounded interesting. And he did seem eager to please.
"Let's see how the rest of tonight goes first. Then we'll talk."
She pulled him on top of her. Time for round two, and this time, she'd see if he could keep up.