" I want you to go downstairs and find three men that you are interested in," I began in a very calculated and serious tone. "Bring them back up here to the suite."
I could not read the thoughts on her face save for the realization that this night, perhaps more than any night she had ever experienced, was going to be extraordinary.
"But, honey," she began in an equally measured tone, "I do not believe that this particular dish is on the menu."
I walked over to the window to oversee the club below. I fixed my stare onto Shannon as she was holding court with several gentlemen below. My thoughts flashed back to our first night in Vegas. Suddenly, I came to a revelation about myself. I loved to watch, perhaps more than participating. Thoughts of this lovely redhead sucking and fucking multiple cocks was becoming a slow obsession.
"How much would that dish cost?" I asked still staring out at Shannon flirting with those distinguished gentleman. I knew what was on their minds and a perfect storm was brewing inside my head.
"Darling," she began, "You have already spent $500 for this meal. I'm not really sure I'm that hungry." She walked up behind me and began to caress my semi-erect cock through my pants. She continued, "But, if you want to feed me all night, it will cost another $1500." I began to do the math in my head. Two thousand dollars for a living and breathing sex toy seemed reasonable at the time. I knew, in the back of my mind, that Shannon would kill me for spending that kind of money. I also knew, from the offer of an all nighter, that this was probably the only appointment that Angie had for the evening. And so, with nothing to lose, a hard cock and my head swimming on 420, I offered $1200 which she gleefully accepted.
"So," I began with a sly smile, "let's hit the club, oh wife o' mine." She grabbed my hand, gave me a wink, and we hit the door.
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