By the time Amberleigh sprinted to her room with her stilettos in hand, Ebony was sprawled naked across her bed. She rolled over a pile of money and dropped it all across her glistening body. She had already redone her make-up and touched up her hair, her gold bodysuit for her shift lying on the floor by the bed.
“Do you have to roll your dirty ass across my bed?”
Ebony chuckled, “You sure as hell weren’t complaining about it last year when you said you were swearing off dick outside of work.”
Amber rolled her eyes. She and Ebony had had their fun, but they were much better as friends rather than lovers. And Amber still preferred a hard dick inside her at the end of the day, though at The Cobra Club you had to cater to pussy and dicks. Equal opportunity employment, gender equality after all.
Every Goddess and Page underwent several weeks of training before they earned their place and were given the privilege to serve customers. Some didn’t make
By the time Amberleigh and Ebony returned to the Rainbow Room, it had nearly become standing room only. It was like one pulsating mass of bodies as the DJ spun a sick beat. A Page was standing atop the bar spraying alcohol down into the crowd, like a wet t-shirt contest, and a patron was up on the bar being a Goddess for the night as she danced topless among them. Amber could remember many drunken bar counter dances from her own life. She and Ebony made their way through the waves of bodies smelling of liquor, boob sweat, and hormones. They relieved fellow Goddesses’ Katia and Nadia from their posts. Katia had moved from the silk to her hoops suspended from the ceiling, and Nadia had been doing her juggling routine, though marks watched the way her huge bare breasts jiggled rather than the balls in her hands. Nadia was a shit contortionist, but an average juggler. She was certainly more of a novelty act rather than actual talent because her breasts were fucking ginor
The Head Goddess of the floor brought Amberleigh some ice and told her to go get cleaned up. That was certainly gonna leave a mark and her face was still tender from that fucker Tio. At least Ebony had called a truce of sorts and slid down to the ground to check on her friend. Amber assured the other girl she was fine and promised she would be back to the floor soon. She refused to let something like a busted lip knock her ass out of the game. Amber took thirty minutes to ice up her face and then touch up her makeup before she was back out in all her glory. She got down to business doing moves horny pervs fantasized about the night after they took their kids to the circus. But here at this circus, perverts were welcomed and encouraged. Within reason anyway. Amber had heard rumors the club had underage workers, had seen some teenagers here and there, but didn’t want to believe the place, which had been so good to her, was selling children for sex. That stuff was k
Amberleigh walked over to the sound system and laughed as she turned on a lively circus tune. That also seemed to help break the ice with Ethan along with her juggling her sex toys she pulled from her bag. He had a nice laugh, cute even, and she wanted to eat that boy up. But she had to be slow and patient with this one. So, she began to dance in front of his chair. She dropped it low, then came back up, giving him a view of her ass. She danced all the way over to her bag while she pulled her next novelty out. She ripped her top off with a well-practiced maneuver, and applied some red balls over her nipples, her hips keeping time to the music while she did so. She could hear his heavy breathing while he watched and waited to see what she would do next. When she turned around, she was holding some cotton candy. She ran the stick of pure fluffed sugar down the swell of her breasts, across her flat abdomen as she walked closer to him. &nb
Amberleigh placed a hand on his bare shoulder. “Well how about you and I just talk then?” she suggested, “you haven’t been in a wheelchair that long have you?” “Is it that fuckin’ obvious? Am I that much of a transparent, miserable fucker feeling sorry for himself?” “No. It’s obvious because your friends were out there dry humping everything with tits,” she responded. He laughed. “Yeah. They’re fuckin’ idiots.” “Lawrence seems like a good friend though,” she continued. She refilled his glass and then had some for herself. He didn’t even realize how much he was drinking or saying in that room. Probably shit he had never told anyone except for maybe his shrink. “Yes. It’s his fault I’m in this damn chair actually.” “Oh?” she asked with a raised brow. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He was entering dangerous and sensitive territory. Guys hated that shit. But the alcohol was helping in Amberleigh’s favor.
As Grayson read over the girl’s file in his lap, he nursed another tumbler of scotch, and for the hundredth time debated what the fuck he was doing. And not just here in this sex club, awaiting the first meeting with the hooker he’d chose to be his surrogate, but also with his life in general. How many other twenty-four-year old’s were the vice president of a multi-billion dollar company, and couldn’t fucking sleep at night? How many others at his age faced this type of pressure, not just the unrealistic demands of his father, but also the fate of millions in this country who relied on the railroad like a lifeline? It was almost too much at times. It was too fucking much at times. It had been many years since his life was his own. And several, since he could last remember being happy. He’d wished more than once that he would have been born to middle class parents, that he could just be a normal twenty-something who could work a job just to live, not live to work, th
Amberleigh placed a knee on either side of Ethan on the bed, giving him a view of her backdoor. She rotated her hips like she was doing the hula dance, her movements increasing with each pass to reveal more and more of her ass and snatch beneath her skirt. “Now that’s what I’m fuckin’ talking about,” he said giving her ass a light squeeze.Amber worked his designer shoes off as she continued to move her ass in tantalizing circles in his face. When she had removed his socks and shoes, she looked back at him as her hands undid his belt. “For my next trick sugar, I’m gonna make your pants disappear.” “Hell yeah. Work your magic.” She had plenty of practice removing articles of clothing expertly and she made quick work of stripping the Frat Boy down to his black, boxer briefs. His cock was pushing the fabric up creating a nice bulge. Yes. No doubts his dick was still i
Amberleigh finally unfolded herself and slipped off him. His eyes were closed and he had a serene expression on his face. She laid next to him and began to caress his body as she spoke. “That was amazing Frat Boy. I can still feel your cum deep inside me...” He opened his eyes and gave her a shit eating grin, “It’s been a while. You’re fuckin’ amazing. Can I come see you again?” “Of course you can sugar. Just ask for Ivy and they'll know where to find me. And keep that tip tonight to take out some hot, sorority girl who will snag your ass up.” He chuckled, his hand skimming up and down her bare arm. His touch gave her goosebumps. She felt
Amberleigh put her shower cap on and jumped in the shower in an adjoining suite. She made sure to wash all her own naughty bits thoroughly. She wiped a towel across the steamed up bathroom mirror and glanced at her reflection. There was a nice bruise on her cheek and split lip, now even more engorged from Frat Boy’s lips against hers, and her lips navigating the geography of his body. Her battered face reminded her of old days back in The Fringe. Good times. She laughed to herself at the sweet sentiments from a pussy-love-struck boy spoken during that post-coital bliss. Yes, she was a regular bleeding heart humanitarian who deserved better than working five nights a week in a high class brothel. Fuck that, she enjoyed her job, and had it better than most. Many people she knew from The Fringe would kill to be in her position (or more aptly positions) right about now. She hadn’t gone hungry or cold in five years and planned on keeping it that way. &n