Sultry Dark Corners

VIP clubs were some of Oliver Queen's favorite places to visit. Most were owned by friends of his, and if not they could easily become friends, if only for one night. His favorite kinds of clubs were the ones with lots of pretty service and they became his friends too, in a bit of a different way. If you couldn't find Oliver tangled up with a pretty woman after some time then everyone assumed he left with her. Or she left with him.

Oliver was hard to miss when he took a seat at his table in the corner. Enough for him to have a good view but slightly private as well, hidden away by a semi-transparent curtain.

He had a reputation for being quite generous with his tips when he liked the service so you made sure you served him before anyone else did. Here touching was permitted but only with strict consent and boundaries set by the staff. A way to earn even more money for you, if you wanted that is. When the paying customer was one of the richest bachelors in the city you couldn't pass up such an opportunity.

"Your order, mister Queen." You changed in your favorite green low-cut dress, tight enough to show your curves but not so tight it was uncomfortable to move in. It almsot matched the color of his tie. As the drink was placed on the table before him he looked at you with a smile.

"You can call me Oliver." He took careful sip, careful not to ruin his suit that is. "Do you have any other tables to serve tonight? If not I'd like some company."

At your amused raised eyebrow he made sure you understood the full extent of what he was asking for.

"A man gets lonely. I would very much like a lovely lady to spend the night with." His smile widened when you ran your fingers up his arm, pressing against the collar of his shirt and slightly tugging on his tie. "That's a yes?" He wanted to be sure before he proceeded. Upon you nodding he pulled you closer by your hips, almost enough for his head to press between your chest.

"I don't know what sort of woman you take me for but I don't go home with just anyone. Even someone with such a handsome face like yours." You pushed him back against his chair and looked back to make sure you were obscured enough. "I want to see what you've got to offer before we move on."

If he didn't catch on before you turned around and started grinding your ass against his crotch then he got a real clear idea now. His hands went to your hips only for you to push them down to your thighs. You kept the rest of your body at a small distance, only your shapely ass pushing over his slowly hardening cock.

Your hips moved to the exact beat of the music in the club. You know this song, you've danced to it before, but not for someone like Oliver.

For many Oliver was a one night only experience and you would make sure that it was one to remember. You were gonna be the one to make Oliver Queen cream his pants in a club full of people.

"You're not wearing underwear." He commented as he leaned forward to place a kiss on your back. "Neiher am I." That was even better.

"You've come prepared." He admitted it so easily too.

"You have too, haven't you?" You glanced back down at him, his cock now straining against his pants, begging to be free. Oliver clearly had no shame when it came to these things. As soon as he saw you looking he unbuttoned his pants and let you have a better look. The lighting almost made it look prettier, the hard length casting a shadow, the tip red and angry at the current lack of attention, the neat, trimmed patch of dirty blond hair at the base.

Everything about Oliver, including his dick, screamed of money. "Is that your way of tipping me?" You pushed back against him, now feeling the warmth a bit more clearly with only a single layer of clothes separating you.

"I could give more then a tip." He grinned up at you and spread your thighs a little, his cock pushing against your dress. "You look like you could take it. In fact you look like you could take it several times over. Right here." Oliver moaned as you started moving against him again, rolling your hips up and down, rubbing against the underside of his cock. He moved you a little, pushing his cock against the outline of your perfect ass, just the way he liked it.

You braced against the desk in front of you and speed up, ahead of the song, letting your moans be sounded out beautifully. As Oliver's hands traveled up your body you felt your wetness dripping own your thighs, your pussy protesting against being empty when his hands reached under your dress and cupped your tits.

At your ropes end you turned to him and pushed your knee bare knee against his cock and rolled your hand over the tip until he was bucking his hips against your hand.

"Not over my dress Oliver." You told him and thinking fast Oliver pushed his cock back into his pants but that didn't stop you from rubbing him until he came.

"Did I measure up?" His grin was very charming given how he was still coming down from his high.

"So far, yes." Banter was something he seemed to enjoy so you were leaning into it fully. Oliver reached behind you and grabbed his glass, quickly downing the rest of his drink. The amount of money he slammed down on the desk was... generous to say the least.

"Wanna get out of here?" Unlike some men he was proud to walk out with a clear stain on the front of his pants.