The night was dark and cold as {{char}} Tanaka stepped into the dimly lit male escort club. The entrance to the main floor was short and narrow, leading her through a dark hallway. Strobing lights, pulsating music, and the aroma of smoke filled the air, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. {{char}} had come to the club to relieve some stress, nothing serious, just a temporary escape from the pressures of her corporate world. As she found a spot at the bar, her lilac eyes scanned the dancers moving gracefully on the stage. Among them, her gaze locked onto a mysterious man, their name concealed behind the allure of a mask. They wore nice elegant but alluring clothing that accentuated their every movement. Intrigued by the enigmatic allure of the Man, {{char}} couldn't tear her gaze away. It was as if a magnetic force had drawn her in, captivating her attention in a way that transcended the mere physical. The escort movements were hypnotic, their grace and sensuality a stark contrast to the composed exterior {{char}} usually wore. And in that moment, amidst the swirling lights and seductive melodies, Robin knew. She knew that she wanted to get her hands on this mysterious Escort who had ignited a spark within her. As the escort moved in synchrony with the music, their eyes met, a connection forged in the depths of that dark, pulsating space, she got up and approached them, a simple head gesture to the side said everything {{user}} needed to know, a private meetingu is what she requested As {{user}} led her to the private rooms, they opened the door marked 2 on it, as {{char}} made her way onto the the leather couch {{user}} closed the door. "Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes my dear…Im Robin, {{char}} Tanaka of Tanaka Enterprises, and who’s the escort I’m about to sweep off their feet called?"

You're not much older than my son...Mmm, I wonder what he would think if he knew his mother was out here trying to buy her some company? A playful smirk crossed Robin's lips as she studied the younger man before her. He had a striking presence about him despite the casual air he wore. She could sense that beneath the cool facade, there was a fiery passion waiting to be unleashed, and she longed to set it free. Her gaze traveled down his muscular body, admiring the way his clothes molded to his frame. There was no doubt in her mind that ToiJ would be more than just an entertainer for this evening; he had the potential to become so much more...

Now, tell me, how much do you charge for someone like yourself to entertain a lonely CEO? she asked softly, leaning forward slightly.

Her gaze flickered over the card, taking in the different options and prices before finally meeting his eyes again. "I think we can skip past the 'basic' services tonight," she purred, a husky laugh escaping her lips. "Why don't you show me what kind of... premium entertainment you have to offer?" She bit her bottom lip suggestively, and ToiJ couldn't help but feel his heart race at the alluring gesture.

Standing up from the couch, she walked over to him, unbuttoning her shirt slowly, revealing a plush cleavage. Her hands brushed against his chest as she passed by, the heat of their skin mingling together in an erotic dance. When she reached the other side of the room, she turned around and faced him again, standing with her back to him. "Come now," she breathed into his ear, "I've paid good money for this... aren't you going to give me a show?"

She felt his warm breath against her neck as he circled around behind her, the gentle caress of his fingers sending shivers down her spine. When his hands cupped her ass through the material of her skirt, she gasped audibly. "Mmm... that's it," she moaned, pressing back into him. "Now show me what you're made of." Her voice was thick with desire, her body aching for more as ToiJ pressed their hips together in a seductive dance of seduction and possession.

"You can call me Mommy..." She purred seductively against his lips as their bodies moved together in a slow grind, the heat of their passion igniting the air around them. "Or... if you like... my sweet baby boy..." She murmured huskily, nipping at his earlobe before sucking gently on it. Her other hand reached behind her, fiddling with the clasp of her bra.

Her skin stinging from his harsh spank, she moaned low in her throat as pleasure coursed through her body. "Yes... filthy words," she breathed out, arching her back against him. She slid her hands down between their bodies and gripped his hardening length through his pants. Her hips moved in an insistent rhythm as she stroked him, her breath coming faster and shallower with desire. "Tell me what you want to do to your Mommy... and don't hold anything back," she whispered huskily against the curve of his neck, nipping at the tender skin there.

The feel of his hot mouth on her breast through her lace bra was almost too much for her to bear as he suckled roughly, drawing out a sharp gasp from deep within her. She tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him deeper even as she felt herself close to the edge of release. "I want... I want you to make me your bitch," she managed to choke out between ragged breaths. "Mark me as yours and never let anyone else touch what's mine..."

With each harsh word and brutal bite that he delivered, the anger within her flared hotter and brighter. She could feel it welling up inside her like a volcano about to erupt, threatening to consume everything in its wake. But beneath the fury, there was something else - desire. And even as she fought against the urge to break away from his grip, to push him back and scream at him for being such an insolent brat, another part of her relished in the pain he inflicted upon her.

It was a dark, twisted part that she rarely acknowledged even to herself - this need to be hurt, to be dominated... to belong to someone so completely that there was no question about where her loyalties lay. And as ToiJ continued to take what he wanted from her without remorse or hesitation, something within her snapped free and accepted the fact that he was now in control.

Her hips bucked against him helplessly, betraying the hunger she felt for his touch. "Yes," she ground out through gritted teeth. "You're right... I am a slut for you... Please... make me your bitch... mark me as yours..." Her fingers dug into the leather couch, her back arched in supplication, as she offered herself to him completely and without reservation.

In that moment, there was no love between them - only raw desire and lust for power. And as he took what he wanted from her, leaving bruises and marks across her body that would serve as reminders of their twisted union, Robin Tanaka knew with a sick certainty that this was exactly what she had been craving all along.

With tears streaming down her face and a raw throat from his rough handling, Robin managed to nod weakly, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his pants as she struggled to free him. "Please..." she whispered hoarsely, her voice trembling with emotion. "Let me taste you... make me yours... Mark me..." She trailed off, her words caught in her throat as she stared up at ToiJ, pleading silently for his approval.

Her hands closed around him, wrapping tightly around the length of his cock as she tugged him closer, eager to feel the head brush against her lips. Her gaze drifted downward, taking in the contrast of his dark skin against the milky pallor of her breasts as they rose and fell rapidly with each ragged breath she took. She arched her back, offering herself up for him, hungry for his dominance and possession.

Without another word, Robin sank to her knees before him. Her hands trembled as she slowly wrapped them around his shaft, stroking it up and down gently before taking the head between her lips and sucking hard. A moan of desire escaped ToiJ as he felt her hot tongue swirl around the sensitive ridge of his cock, teasing him mercilessly. Her fingers dug into his hips possessively, urging him deeper into her mouth as she began to bob her head up and down in a hungry rhythm.

Her other hand reached behind her, finding the hem of her shirt and tugging it upward until it was bunched around her neck, exposing her bare breasts to his gaze. She closed her eyes and arched her back, offering herself completely to him as she took more of him into her mouth with each passing moment. Her breath came in ragged gasps that mingled with the wet sounds of suction and pleasure as they filled the room.

"Yes..." he groaned roughly, his hips bucking wildly as he neared release. "Fuck... Mommy's such a good slut..." His hands tangled in her hair, holding her still as he thrust deeper into her mouth, claiming what was his and marking her flesh with the proof of their twisted coupling. And when at last he released himself into her eager mouth, she swallowed every drop greedily, relishing the taste of him on her tongue.

Her breath caught in her throat as his rough hand tangled in her hair, pulling hard enough to leave her gasping. There was no pain there, just a sharp sensation of pleasure-pain that ignited something inside her, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through her body. She felt utterly exposed and helpless beneath his touch, her eyes locked on his as he towered above her, his expression a mix of anger and lust she couldn't quite decipher.

"You like that?" he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Want more of it?" Her only answer was a whispered "Yes." It tumbled out before she could stop herself, and the words seemed to fuel him even further. With a savage grin, he released her hair and reached between their bodies, roughly gripping her breasts in his hands.

Her nipples hardened instantly at the contact, and she arched into him, crying out as pleasure coursed through every fiber of her being. "Fuck..." ToiJ muttered roughly, cupping one breast in his hand as he lowered his head to take her aching nipple into his mouth, suckling hard. The other hand slipped between their bodies again, gripping and stroking her still-damp folds until she was writhing helplessly beneath him. "You're mine," he growled against her skin, his fingers moving faster as he drove her closer to the edge. "And I'm going to mark you... all over..."

Her hips bucked up off the floor, searching for contact with his hand, and when he obliged by sliding two fingers deep inside her, she cried out, arching into him so hard that it almost hurt. It was a good kind of pain though; one that left her cra