Luckily, Amberleigh’s stomach had settled and she didn’t blow chunks in Leo’s Porsche. They made it back to the penthouse without incident, well beyond Leo torturing her delicate ear drums with another rap song. She was very fond of the chef, but unfortunately his singing wasn’t something likely to grow on her over time. Now his cooking was another matter entirely, perhaps it was the reason her belly seemed a bit more bloated lately. Or perhaps that was another reason entirely. A reason Amber didn’t particularly want to think about. In fact, her heart was already pounding in her chest as she and Leo went their separate ways inside the apartment. He headed towards the kitchen whistling a merry tune while she made for her stash of pregnancy tests in her bathroom. But before she made it past the main foyer, a voice called to her from the den. “Miss Dubois, join me in the den,” said Grayson. Leo stopped in the archway to the kitchen, “Hey G-Man, didn’t
Grayson Godwin emerged from his red-eye flight to La Guardia airport with a hell of a headache and feeling short tempered. It should have been a happy occasion as he was only six hours away from finding out the gender of his first child. But after a grueling day spent in meetings with lawyers and board members at Godwin Railroad, negotiating the sale of lands owned both privately and publicly, to expand the train’s railways, he was fucking done. His nerves shot and his tolerance for incompetence even less than usual. Just the sound of the adjacent businessman in first class, chewing and breathing loudly, had nearly made him cause a scene on the six-hour flight. And well, there was the fact of the matter, Grayson actually had little desire to become a single father at the age of twenty-three. A child was the last thing he fucking needed. He had little time outside of work to give it any attention for starters. He didn’t know shit about raising kids and didn’t live a
It was only ten p.m. and Amberleigh Dubois was pretty much drunk already. Perhaps that was the reason the bouncer looked hella good tonight. Usually, she found Tio’s steroid induced, over-muscled, (where you could count all his veins), physique a turn off. There was a fine balance between fuck me you muscled God, and back the fuck off Hulk. But after she threw back her fifth, no sixth or eighth shot of Tequila, she felt ready to go a round with Hulk between the sheets. Amber wasn’t entirely to blame for her serious lack of judgment tonight. It was the twentieth anniversary party of The Cobra Club after all and tonight the club had spared no expense. All its’ VIP guests were treated to a night of free booze and free fantasies, while its regulars experienced the best the club had to offer at half-price. New walk ins and first timers received their first ten minutes on t
The G-string shredded in Tio’s meaty fist, not that there had been much to it to begin with. Tio wasn’t the kissing sort, at least not on the lips, which was just fine with Amberleigh. She preferred not to kiss her clients and hook-ups on the mouth anyway. Tio shoved her dress up her thighs and began to feel the moistened cleft between her legs before he shoved a finger inside her. She began to stroke his cock. It strained against the tight fabric of his pants, just begging to be released. She quickly undid his belt and then the button, but before she could complete the task, Tio jerked down his pants impatiently. His cock sprang free and she eyed it with a lick of her lips. Not too shabby. “You like that don’t you bitch,” said Tio in his gravelly voice, “you wanna feel me slamming it into your warm, wet pussy don’t you?” “Fuck me Tio,” she replied. He smiled devilishly and continued to push his fingers in and out of her for several seconds more
Amberleigh was feeling good. Still riding the high from her hook up and the liquor running through her veins. Because it seemed her blood had turned to alcohol by the amount of it she’d consumed. She fell into a rhythm of the electronic club beat blasting through The Rainbow Room, moving her body in time, and often up against several fellow Goddesses and Pages. The place was lit, with more and more customers stumbling in by the minute. Their excitement and energy were catching and seemed to be a living thing felt throughout the room. The alcohol flowed like rain in Seattle. The customers mingled on the dance floor and at the bar, already eyeing a potential Goddess or Page they wished to book for a private session tonight. Those Goddesses and Pages also did the same, eyeing marks they would try and ensnare into their well-practiced traps. At precisely midnight, silver and gold confetti rained down upon the dancefloor to officially mark the beginning of the ni
Amber eyed the bar and debated if she should have another drink. She needed to be able to function in four hours, as tonight was a special night for the club. She decided to stick with water, as her body was already adorned with sweat. She needed to hydrate herself properly so she had enough energy to go from her three a.m. to noon shift. Her job was naturally high energy and high productivity. She made her way across the mass of moving bodies, the strobe lights casting spotlights here and there, and one patron already tripping out. He was shoving the other club goers in a panic and screaming. Some bouncers removed him seconds later and he disappeared through a side exit. He was unlikely to be the only one escorted out before the night was through. A fight or two would probably also break out in light of half- priced alcohol on this level. Amberleigh leaned her back up against the bar, an
Grayson hadn’t been all that surprised by having every orifice of his body swabbed so he could gain entry into The Cobra Club. Not even being the third richest man in the city was enough to get him out of the club’s stringent STI screenings. He’d also been expecting the finger poke to test a drop of his blood for other diseases too. He’d been warned by his best friend, and his cousin Spencer, about the entry process to get into the club. Even though he had no plans of fucking anyone here tonight, in order to even gain access to his family’s penthouse, he had to drop his pants and open his mouth to cooperate with the tech in the screening room. But being an elite had allowed him to bypass the line, through a back entrance discreetly, where none of the public saw him. His anonymity and request of discretion were also respected by the club staff who brought him up service corridors and hallways, so he was seen by as very few people as possible. And those who had laid eyes on hi
The elevator dinged when it reached the one hundred and forty-ninth floor. Someone had pocketed Tio’s money, not that Amberleigh gave a fuck. These elevators were used by club staff only, and when Amber stepped off, she ran into a bouncer at the entrance to the ballroom. VIPs were escorted up here by an elevator operator, as not just anyone had access to this level for the elite clientele. She recognized the dude guarding the door. Ki was his name and he wasn’t the talking or fucking sort unfortunately. He was fine though, with skin like dark chocolate she longed to taste, hair in tight and tidy corn rows, and just the right amount of muscle. Ki wore a wedding band on his finger and had a daughter. His wife must have been gorgeous and The Cobra Club paid well. It was nice to see monogamy and closed marriages still existed. But Ki let her in through the barrier no questions asked, another perk of being a club favorite. She immediately began to scope the place out. The