Eleanor leaves with Simon

Simon took her hand and led her toward the exit. As they passed the dance floor, Ellie heard a voice calling out, "hey!"

She didn't think much of it until she heard "Hey! Eleanor!" She turned to look, and Kat, Simon's friend, was approaching.

She immediately put her arms around Eleanor's shoulders and came in close for a hug, her mouth near Eleanor's ear. "Nice to meet you," she said, just loud enough for Ellie to hear. "If you really want him to fuck you hard, call him 'daddy' during sex. He really loves that, especially from pretty young things like you." She kissed Eleanor on the cheek and then disappeared back to the dance floor, leaving Ellie blushing and stunned.

Her heart was pounding as Simon called an Uber. She wanted this, she wanted this so much, but it was still terrifying and absolutely insane. She couldn't believe that she was about to go home with a man from the club, that he was so much older than her, that she had already blown him in the club. It was all completely absurd, but she was so turned on.

She felt her erection rising as they waited for the car and she immediately became very aware that her panties were still in his pocket. The tip of her growing cock pressed against her skirt and she could see it begin to bulge out a little; she held her hands in front of her to try to cover it. Her face was bright red, and she could feel the cool evening breeze on her cock and ass as they stood outside.

Simon had his arm around her and was content to stay quiet. He seemed so calm and confident; she wondered how many girls he'd taken home just like this. She expected that thought to make her feel dirty or used, but it was kind of exciting. She was a grown woman making...slutty decisions. Was she a slut?

The car came, they got in, and Eleanor wondered if she flashed anyone behind her as she bent over. As the driver took them to Simon's place, his arm was around her and his other hand was on her thigh. The urge to spread her legs was strong.

Eventually, they made eye contact and then kissed, and without thinking about it she spread her legs and felt goosebumps spread as his hand traced up her thigh toward her crotch. A small part of her brain wondered if the driver could see in the rear-view mirror but most of her didn't care.

His fingertips brushed against her cock and balls and she moaned into his mouth. His hand retreated, and her hips thrust forward a little, even though she knew she was being too brazen. His hand traced up her inner thigh again, this time lower, brushing up against her asshole. She moaned again, louder, and this time out of the corner of her eye caught a clear glimpse of the driver's head shifting at the sound.

And then they were there. Their destination was a high-rise apartment building downtown, extremely fancy, with brass ornamentation on the outer doors. Simon held the door for Eleanor and she entered, carefully holding her hands in front of her to minimize the obviousness of her erect cock in her miniskirt.

Inside, the concierge looked up with a smile. "Good evening, Simon," he said.

"Hey, Drew," Simon replied, and walked past toward the elevator. Eleanor didn't dare speak or wave.

It was a 28-floor building, and Simon hit the button for 28. Eleanor's heart, already pounding, fluttered. Simon's friends weren't kidding about his wealth.

Once the elevator doors were closed, Simon turned to face Eleanor, pressing her up against the elevator wall, and smiled warmly. He put a finger under her chin. "When we get to my place, are you going to be a good girl?"

She nodded enthusiastically.

"You want me to fuck you?"

She nodded again.

Her hands were at her sides now, and her skirt was fully tented. The numbers on the screen above the doors continued to rise, though, and it seemed less and less likely that anyone would stop this elevator before it got to Simon's penthouse. They maintained eye contact, Eleanor's breath ragged, for what felt like minutes.

The elevator dinged, and they were there. The doors opened and Eleanor's suspicions were confirmed; there was only one door up here, which Simon quickly unlocked and opened for her.

Eleanor walked into a sumptuous apartment; the furniture all looked incredibly comfortable; the floor was marble, with several Persian rugs; the walls were decorated with paintings. Simon was RICH.

Ellie stopped and stared for a moment, and Simon came up behind her and rested a hand on her ass. "I'll give you the tour later," he said. "I want to be inside you as soon as possible."

Eleanor was fully on board. "Lead the way," she said with unabashed lust.