C4 Zero, The Womanizer

“REMEMBER what I’ve told you, Isla. Behave,” her brother reminded her the moment she hopped off the car.

She smiled. “Of course, my dear brother. Don’t you worry. Anyway, are you sure you don’t want to show up?”

Apollo frowned. “Huh?”’

She let out a soft chuckle. “My, my, my poor little brother. Even if he wanted to come, he can’t because he’s too old for Becca—”

“Shut up! Remember what I’ve told you. I’m keeping an eye on you, Isla,” he interrupted and sped off away.

Isla smiled and heaved a deep sigh after. She was about to take one step when Becca called her name. the woman is approaching her direction, wearing a wide smile.

“Where’s your jerky brother?” Becca asked.

She shrugged and started to walk her way inside Becca’s house. Becca then caught up and equal her pace.

“You know what, I don’t know what’s wrong with your brother.”

“Bear with it. He likes you but he just can’t have you because you’re too young for him. That’s the reason that is stopping him from clashing with you,” she replied.

Becca’s maid opened the door and greeted them. She smiled and slightly bowed her head before entering.

Becca laughed. “Fuck his reasons. He knew that I like him too.”

She shook her head as she sat on the leather sofa. Her brother, Apollo, likes Becca and her friend feels the same. However, just because of that stupid age gap, her brother is being coward.

“Age doesn’t matter but I don’t know about my brother. He’s too old-fashioned and whatsoever his reasons. I’m tired of it. Look, he even made an agreement with me.”

“Hmm…”

“My eighteenth birthday will be next week. I told him that he must invite Zero and tell him that he will be my last dance. Yes, he agreed but with his lame condition that I will stay away and stop fantasizing about Zero Cohen.”

She laughed, sarcastically.

“Like what the hell, Becca? There’s nothing wrong with having a crush on Zero—he may be a fuck boy or whatsoever they called it. Like how it deals with my affection? It’s not like I will let myself get fuck by that man.”

Becca let out a soft chuckle. “Apollo is just afraid that you’ll leave him.”

Isla glared at her friend. “Nice answer. Ha-ha,” she uttered and rolled her eyes.

“Anyway,” Becca stood up and stretches her arms, “let’s stop that complicated topic for now, and let’s go upstairs to choose what we need to wear,” she said.

“Yeah. Much better,” she agreed.

IT WAS EXACTLY eight in the evening when they finished doing their girly stuff and were ready to go.

“Are you sure we’re safe?” Isla asked. Just to make sure.

“Yes. Apollo will not find out about it. Not unless he will be present in that event,” Becca replied.

She heaved a deep sigh. “Apollo is not fond of stripping. Zero does,” she said and giggled.

“Yeah, right. Your Zero. Seems like you already memorize everything about him, huh?”

Isla smiled. “You can tell so.”

“Even his favorite brief brand, right?”

She nodded and bit her lower lip.

“How about how long he was?” Becca asked which makes her frown.

She squinted her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “What do you mean by how long?”

Becca chuckled and shook her head. “Never mind. Let’s go,” she said and walk her way out of her room.

After half an hour, they reached their destination. Since Becca’s parents were always overseas like her mom because of their business, Becca was left with her maid. She can do anything she wanted because she’s an only child.

Unlike her, she has an overprotective brother. How she wishes she was like Becca.

Since they’re just minors. She’s seventeen and will only turn eighteen next week, needs to disguise herself as a sophisticated lady so as Becca. The latter lets her wear a black backless crisscross spaghetti dress, which enhances her skin brighter. While Becca wore a Soprano red glittery spaghetti dress.

When they were at the entrance of the club, the bouncer asked for their identification cards. Since they were just minors and just graduated from high school last month, they need to sugarcoat everything.

Becca is good with it.

She just flaunted her boobies and talked sweetly to the bouncer, saying that they forgot about their IDs. After a few minutes, standing in front of the entrance, the bouncer let them in.

“Damn! That was great!” she said, loudly as the music trembled all over the place.

“A-huh! You should learn about it,” Becca replied which makes them laugh. “We should find a seat,” Becca added.

“Let’s stay at the corner so that we can see those people coming in and out of this club. You don’t know if my brother will suddenly show up with Zero,” she asserted.

“HARDER, ZERO!”

It was still eight in the evening and Zero was having a good time with the black girl whom he met at the parking lot of the Roux Club.

The woman is very attractive and she got beautiful eyes that can drown someone in the deep. Zero was one of them.

His purpose in visiting the club was to watch the well-known team of strippers that came from Las Vegas. It just happened that he bumped into this black girl.

Since the woman was just alone and seems new to the place. He lent help and things run swiftly with them. It only started with his touch on her back and suddenly found themselves exchanging wild kisses in the narrow alley near the club.

The woman didn’t fail his expectations. And that’s why he was very much willing to fuck her and stayed near the huge trash bin, meters away from the club.

He keeps on thrusting as he reached for the woman’s huge tits and circularly massages them. The woman moaned out loud which makes him cover her mouth with his palm.

“Don’t!” he warned.

“Hmm…” the woman protests.

He removed his palm from her mouth and continue plunging inside. When he was about to cum, he pulled his shaft and spit his juices outside. He needs to take precautions as he didn’t wear a condom.

The woman was about to stand up straight when suddenly, he went inside her again. “Oh…” the woman muttered. “Maybe we can—ah… continue it inside your car—hmm... babe,” she uttered between her moans.

Zero smirked and stopped. “Great!” he blurted and spank the woman’s huge butt.

The woman fixed herself and they walked toward Zero’s car. Since the time is swiftly ticking, he notices that the entrance of the Roux Club is getting crowder.

“Let’s make it quick, babe. I badly wanted to watch those strippers,” Zero uttered and rests his arms on the woman’s shoulders.

“Sure,” the woman replied.

Zero opened his car at the back and sat down. The black girl then knew what to do next. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down together with his boxer. His shaft then stood hard and firm. The woman’s eyes twinkled and immediately grabbed his shaft.

She was about to put it inside her mouth when Zero stopped her. “Just ride it on, babe,” he said and winked at her.

The woman blushed and nodded.

Zero grinned. Indeed, he never failed to lure every woman with his charm.

The woman then lifted the hem of her dress and pushed sideways the sides of her underwear and suddenly inserted his cock inside her wet plum.

She held onto his arm and started to grind. She took it slowly at first until Zero guided her and gestured to move faster.

“I’ll take it backward,’’ she said after.

She positioned herself, facing the front of the car while her back facing Zero. She started to grind again, pulling her body upwards and pushing it down continuously. When he was near, he lifted the woman. “Suck it!” he demanded and the woman then followed. He groaned when he cum inside the woman’s warm mouth.

“That was awesome!” the woman blurted as she fixed herself.

“Yeah. You did great,” he agreed.

“Anyway, I’m Molly. Nice meeting you…”

“Zero,” he replied.

AS ZERO DIDN’T USE any protection, he then decides to go to the restroom to wash his shaft. He cleaned it with soap that he saw near the sink and washed it thoroughly before wiping it with toilet paper.

When he was done, his shaft felt fresh again. He then went to the bar counter and ordered a drink.

“Wait for a second, boss,” the bartender uttered and he just nodded.

Zero roamed his eyes around the club and his forehead creased when he saw someone… who is familiar with him.

“Isla,” he whispered.

After a few seconds of staring at the young lady, the bartender gave his drink. He then put down a 2-dollar bill before leaving the place and started to walk his way towards Apollo’s sister.

Zero grinned. He’s hundred percent sure that the young lady ditches her brother again. And look how she dresses now; she doesn’t look like that she’s just seventeen.

“Good evening, lovely ladies!” he greeted which surprises the two…, especially Isla.

“Z-Zero…” she uttered.

Becca who recovered immediately from the shock arched her brow at him.

“Big Bro,” Becca flashed a smile at him, “what are you doing here?”

Zero formed a sly smirk on his lips. “Am I not the one who was supposed to ask that question?”

He moved closer to them and sat beside Isla, who was still stuck staring at him.

“You’re drooling,” he joked and snapped his fingers in front of Isla’s eyes which take her back to her right mind.

“Who’s with you, old Zero?” Becca asked which makes him glance at her.

“Who’s old?”

Becca smiled, sarcastically. “You. Isla’s brother told us that we must call you old Zero.”

He frowned slightly. “Apollo said that?” he asked but when he said it, he was already looking at Isla.

Isla tried to open her mouth to speak but she couldn’t find her words.

Zero who was enjoying teasing the two pretended to call Apollo. “I will call Apollo and ask—”

“No!” Isla disagreed and caught his arms. But when she felt traces of electrifying within her touch, she pulled her hand away. “Please, no. We just want to watch those strippers—”

“Why would teenage girls like the two of you watch women and men who were stripping? And how did the two of you get in?”

Isla who wants to hide her obvious affection towards him rolled her eyes. “Of course, we enter at the club entrance,” she replied, sarcastically.

He frowned and laugh. “You have a point. But I’m asking you seriously,” he said, authority visible in his voice.

“Old Zero, please spare this moment for us. We promise that we’re going to behave,” she pleaded and even clasped her hand together.

“Calling me old Zero one more time. I will call Apollo—”

“No. Fine. We’re not going to call you old Zero—” Zero pierced his wide eyes on her. “E-heh,” Isla gestured a peace sign. “Sorry,” she said and didn’t talk again until the show started.