He’s looking for a good fuck, and that’s all.

He wants a pretty face, someone with a good rack- someone who can actually pass off having a fake orgasm. Every single woman he’s been presented with so far hasn’t even met the simplest of his standards- and it’s time for him to search for fresh blood. He walks into the club and every eye in the building turns to look at him. For he is Synyster Gates, the most notorious playboy there is. He’s on the lookout for a harlot, a mistress of sorts.

Someone who will do all the kinky stuff his wife refuses to. She was a harlot once- and then she fell in love. Silly mistake really.

He slips into his favourite booth, a waitress whose boobs are practically spilling out of her shirt as she leans down handing him a glass of jack, and stares up at the stage. The regular clumsy little girls are up on the stage; the real show doesn’t begin until one of the main dancers pick their victim and take them to the private booths, where the fun really begins. He takes another sip of his drink and watches as the women try and catch his eye, but he looks away, obviously disinterested.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, give it up for…Midnight!” the announcer over the tannoy system yells out and the other dancers clear off of the stage, making room for the star performer of the night.

Someone comes to stand beside him, a stage hand he expects. They are the people who tell the dancers which one of them will be getting into the man’s pants by the end of the night- he just hasn’t found anyone he likes yet. ‘Beast And The Harlot’ plays out over the stereo system, the beginnings filling the room, and he rolls his eyes at the sound of his own song being played. It’s just plain embarrassing.

But when Midnight descends on the stage, his jaw drops.
She’s jaw achingly beautiful. She has long black hair that curls up around her shoulders and down her back like a shiny waterfall. Pale skin and purple eyes that burn right into his as she catches his eye, twirling around on the stage. Her outfit is blood red, simple, but barely covers her body, and he beckons the stage hand over and points at the girl on the stage. Midnight.

“That one”

By the time the song has finished, he can feel his pants aching as his hard on presses against it. It’s like she was born to tease him- and he was born to taste her. He stands up as she walks off the side of the stage and follows her until she stops, listening to his footsteps. When his arms snake around her little body, she gasps in surprise and almost melts into his touch.

“Midnight…such a beautiful name for a beautiful woman” he whispers to her, running his hands over her clothed breasts and watching her whine again.
“What do you want from me, sir?” she mumbles and he lifts her long hair away from her ear, biting up her neck until he reaches the spot that makes her groan loudly, silently begging for him to keep kissing her.

“What would you say if I said I could get you in the movies?”
“I’d say you were a liar”
“Then what if I said I wanted to bend you over a table and fuck you until you can’t even remember your own name?”
“Then I’d say…follow me to booth number three” she replies, spinning round to face her mysterious new man and takes him by the hand, leading him back out into the crowded club.

More music is playing, and more women are on stage, lapping up the money men throw at them. Midnight leads him to booth number three, and he takes the upper hand again, running his hands down her naked back.
“What do you want tonight, hm? Just know my darling Midnight that I want a mistress…not another wife”

She doesn’t seem to mind that he’s married, and slowly he puts his arms around her, almost as if they’re slow dancing together. But the heat between them is much more passionate, and much more tense. If he doesn’t do something soon, he’s sure he’ll explode. She gets down on her knees, and pushes him onto the large couch, which is more like a circular bed than anything else.
“Let me take care of you” she says seductively, smiling as she unbuttons his pants and pulls them down to his knees. Releasing his cock, her eyes widen at the size, and her hand curls around it almost uncertainly.

“Go ahead, darling. Suck on Daddy’s cock” he growls and she takes the tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head and dipping into the slit, making him groan softly. Her tongue feels amazing- he’s never had anyone else who can blow him like this. She suddenly takes all of him into his mouth, bobbing her head up and down his length. He fists his fingers in his hair, moaning loudly- but barely heard over the sound of the music.

“That’s it baby, oh good god…keep going” he growls, trying to get some sort of self-control over his body. He doesn’t want to cum yet- he wants to fuck her first, but there’s a hot ball of pleasure in his stomach that he just can’t ignore.
He pulls her off his cock, and when she pouts as she stands up, the glint in his eyes widen. He spins his finger around and whispers,
“Take off your clothes, baby, let me see that beautiful body. Give me a show”

She smiles and undoes her top, shaking her body to the rhythm of the music. It’s discarded somewhere in the room, and his eyes widen at the size of her breasts. As soon as she’s removed her skirt and panties, he grabs her, ripping off his own shirt and pushing her onto the floor, biting at her neck and her collarbone. He wants her now, because if he gets anymore turned on, he’ll be gone.
He rips off her underwear and puts his hot mouth over her left nipple, plunging two fingers into her wet pussy.

“Oh Mr Gates! Harder, baby, please!” she breathes, moaning like the common whore she is. Her words sound so perfect, the way her mouth forms into a perfect O when she speaks. He smiles, taking his mouth and fingers away, watching her whine at the loss of contact. He lines up with her entrance and slams straight in, the heat of her soaking wet pussy making the two of them moan out loud. He thrusts hard and fast into her, watching her come undone underneath him.

They’re both in pure bliss- he doesn’t want it to ever end, but that ball of heat in his lower stomach is far more prominent than before.
“Baby, c-c-close!” Midnight moans loudly and he nods, because he’s on the edge too. He puts his fingers in her folds and starts to rub her clit, watching as she moans again, raspy breaths falling from her lips.

“Scream my name, baby. Scream as you cum” he hisses and she screams out his name as she orgasms- something she doesn’t have to fake. As her walls tighten around his dick, he blows his load inside of her, waves of pleasure overtaking him as he thrusts sloppily into her, riding out his orgasm.

For a moment, they are both still, until he pulls out and kisses her softly, pulling on his boxers and pants. She pulls on her dress, and they stare at each other for a moment. He pulls a hundred dollar bill out of his back pocket and tips his hat to her, the same way he does after every time they have sex.

“Same time next week Brian?” she says, tucking the bill between her breasts and putting her hands on her hips. She’s always been his favourite- that’s why she’s the only one who knows his name.
“Same time next week” he replies and walks out of the booth, satisfied.

There was his good fuck. Always had been, always would be.