Chapter 21

• Vladimir
• I sat patiently in the club, a bottle of whiskey untouched on a table and a clean shot glass beside it. The place was still quiet as the party wouldn’t start until later in the evening, but the loud whispers from the ‘Marys’ standing in front of their poles while throwing flirtatious glances at me constantly reminded me that I wasn’t alone. I could tell that they were making bets about the first person I’d call to keep me company.
• A few months back, I wouldn’t have hesitated to cure my unease with multiple threesomes, chasing orgasms after orgasms, but currently what they did only reminded me of what they were– Call-girls who only wanted enough doughs while getting a good dick. Unfortunately, my dick was just for one woman whom I wasn’t sure would ever come back into my life.