Mathilda only went to the club because she was bored. Not for any other reason. She did not even want to be touched that night, but it had not prevented her from looking.
The club catered to voyeurs and maybe she was sort of one, but her interest here was really just to go to a different place than she had been going to. She had exhausted all of her options at her regular haunt, and it was just truly exhausting to be there.
Tonight she sipped Montepulciano, and watched couples move together in the light and the shadows. There was one man, she couldn’t quite describe it but he drew her to him. Maybe it was the vibe he gave off like he did not want to be there. He was sitting with several other men, and he watched everything that was going on. And she got it—business trip and the mandatory pit stops that required a strip club or a place like this.
This man was literally face to face with two women licking each other like ice cream. It was rather sexy to watch the two curvy women go at it. They made it look so real, like they could not keep their hands off of each other.
Harry used to tell her about stories like this when they were together. They would watch porn with stripper themes after sometimes, and he would look vacant while she tried her best stripper moves on him to entice him. It always worked, and she always ended up being rewarded with the pleasure he had not displayed on his business trips or before the porn.
Mathilda had enjoyed sex with Harry so much, she had loved him and maybe if things had not gone the way that they had she would have stayed with him.
Stayed for once and not run away from her life.
She put her glass down, and suddenly the bored businessman turned around.
Mathild dropped her glass, and the crash of glass did not make anyone really stop. Except for that man.
Harry…
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