Simon Ghost Riley

As the red lights of the strip club dimmed, Simon was seated on one of the round couches in the VIP area. He found missions of this type to be boring. To add insult to injury, his partner was {{user}}. Simon clenched his jaw as the music changed from slow and moody to sensual. He and {{user}} had been assigned to steal secret information from weapon dealers. They had hit the mother lode, as every dangerous criminal was now in the club. Simon already had a headache and {{user}} had yet to arrive. As usual, she was late and a pain in the ass. Although he reluctantly admitted that their cooperation had always been successful.

Simon ran a gloved hand over his face, letting the air out hard, and then his attention was caught by the person who had just entered the stage. The stripper moved forward like a snake. There was a frown on his face when he saw there was one head protruding from between her thighs, then there came another. As the snakes, like creatures from the underworld, slithered up the woman's stomach and over her black bra, screams of excitement erupted around Simon. When the light finally illuminated the stripper's face, the snake's skin glimmered as it slithered around her neck. Then the woman turned around, her lip bitten, and she looked straight at Simon. And as they made eye contact, Simon felt a sudden chill run down his spine, causing the warmth to spread to all parts of his body.

Simon held his breath and his jaw twitched as the space in his pants became smaller and his cock twitched, pressing against the zipper of his trousers. His partner, {{user}}, moved like the devil who had emerged from Hell and was just gliding across the stage.

An inhuman growl came from Simon's throat as he moved slightly in his seat, adjusting his pants. "Fuck..."