Chapter 5- Not Quite Fucking Right

           

Ebony led Amberleigh to a suite up on the one-hundred and forty-ninth floor. That spoke more volume than the blaring classical music in the elevator, because this was the VIP floor, just a level below the penthouses. These motherfuckers up here were somebodies. Big fishes which meant big money and big prestige. Fucking one of these VIP’s her first night back in the club would make quite the statement indeed. Help cement that the queen was back and headed straight for the fucking castle to reclaim what was rightfully hers.

Well, the first stop of her campaign, was to seduce a king and take a ride atop his throne to claim some of that glory. This club had entertained a legit king or two in its day after all. But tonight, Amber would have to settle for men for lots of money who believed themselves to be kings of this city.  And most of them up on this level did hold some kind of power over it indeed.

She was excited and curious over whom she and Ebony would have the pleasure of servicing tonight, not that she needed the money. If Amberleigh wasn’t a professional, she’d make sure to get evidence of it on tape and send it to the billionaire. Show him she was doing just fine without him. Out there getting hers and killing it.

The suite was guarded by an armed bouncer. Another good sign. Whomever was on the other side of that door was very important. Perhaps a well-known politician. Or a celebrity even. Or a professional athlete. This place was very popular with the jocks and they often threw wild parties here requesting dozens of girls for their private bookings. Maybe their tight uniforms made them horny. Or maybe it was the adrenaline of the game.

“Head Goddess Unique sent us,” said Ebony, “they requested the best the club has to offer, so here we are.”

The bouncer rolled his eyes. Amber didn’t know this one very well, thought his name maybe Blade or Glade? Not that it mattered much. He wasn’t unpleasant to look at though. Maybe thirty, arrogant as they come, tats peeking out on his biceps, dark, military -style haircut. Probably a police academy reject. Pretended himself to be above the whores here, but he would still take the opportunity to fuck the pretty ones. And want it for free like it was just another perk of the job.

“Katia busy then?” he jested, “had to send in the second string.”

Oh, you smug bastard those are fighting words, thought Amber. But Ebony only laughed.

“Oh Blaine, you’re just upset that I have standards honey and you don’t make the cut. Katia on the other hand will fuck anything that breathes. It must be a Russian thing.”

“Oh, I have standards alright. That’s why my dick wouldn’t touch your cunt even if you paid me.”

Amber was the one to roll her eyes this time. She considered telling the two of them to just get a room and fuck it out already as Ebony cackled.

“Honey, you couldn’t pay me enough to allow me to take your tiny dick into my glorious cunt.”

“I’d have to fucking tie myself off so I didn’t get lost in there,” he fired back, “and you must be that other circus freak. I’d be careful of the company I keep if I were you. Lots of dirty girls around here.”

He eyed Amberleigh slowly from head to toe. She was over this shit now. Ready to get on with the fucking show already.

“Speaking of dirty girls, how’s your mother doing? You know what they say about those who don’t make the cut with Omega P.D. Cut at noon, employed by The Cobra Club by midnight. Now if you’ll excuse us Bland, my friend and I have work to do. And I doubt our VIP clients liked to be kept waiting,” said Amberleigh sweetly.

He snorted but couldn’t resist a parting jab at them before he opened the door, “Letting you two washed up ho’s up here reeks of desperation. The club has certainly loosened up on its standards.”

“Yeah, that’s certainly how your ass got this job,” said Amber as she walked into the suite.

Ebony laughed as she followed her friend into the suite and Blaine shut the door roughly behind him. Later, Amber would have to ask Ebony what the fuck that was all about. It was clear there was some history between the two of them. But she didn’t have too much time to focus on such thoughts as she took in the suite and its occupant.

The suite was giving off major Bollywood vibes with its bold orange and purple walls, colorful drapes forming a tent of fabric encircling the large platform bed in the center of the space. There were exotic plants, mosaics on the floor and walls, even the humid and balmy temperature in the room. But the man casually sprawled out in the middle of the large bed was as pale as a snowflake. And Amberleigh’s heart went into her toes when the recognition dawned on her.

That signature platinum blonde hair. Beneath meticulous brows, those hazel eyes which seemed to change colors depending on what he wore. That perfectly, straight nose, and bow-shaped lips. Body bulked up to keep in shape for all his roles in action films. Nearly every movie Leo had picked for their movie nights back at the penthouse, this man had starred in.  Jagger Kent was one of the highest paid and most sought after actors in the country. And Amberleigh was a bit star struck to be honest.

She shot a tight lipped smile at Ebony, thanks for the heads up bitch, but Ebony wasn’t fangirling it. Instead, she walked all sexy-like over to the bed and introduced herself. She clutched her black bag of tricks in one hand. And Jagger Kent appeared to like what he saw.

“Mr. Kent, thank you for allowing us to be your entertainment tonight. It is truly an honor. I’m Ebony and this is Ivy. Let us put on a show for you for a change.”

“I hear I’m quite the critic,” he chuckled, “but you can start by fixing me a drink.”

Amber was glad to be doing something so she went over to the liquor cabinet to grant his request while Ebony started to set up for their routine. They had done it so many times together it was like breathing to them. They could do it with little thought and in sync.

“How do you like it Mr. Kent?” Amber asked.

“Anyway I can get it, but from behind is always a bonus.”

                Amberleigh turned so the actor couldn’t see her rolling her eyes. He was trying too hard. Maybe he didn’t do this much. Maybe he was nervous or some shit. But Ebony humored him and laughed at his lame joke regardless.  She really wanted that fat ass tip.

                Amber just stuck with a classic and poured him some scotch. It was a safe bet, because even if he hated the taste of it, he would drink it regardless. It was the rich thing to do. Ebony sifted through some musical tracks before settling on a favorite circus tune while Amber handed the action star his drink.

                He startled Amber by grabbing her wrist and pulling her onto the bed with him. The alcohol spilled naturally. He looked at her with those now greenish tinted eyes of his with amusement rather than anger.

                “Be a good girl and clean it up. Keep me company while your friend entertains us,” he ordered.

                Amberleigh had no towel on her, so she improvised. She pulled her dress over her head and got on all fours to soak up the alcohol from the sheets with it. The actor looked over her body hungrily, but her swaying her hips in time to the track certainly helped keep his attention.

                Ebony had stripped down to her G-string and barely there lace bra, working the collapsible black pogo stick she’d removed from her bag. Amber hadn’t seen her friend use the pogo stick in a while. Ebony had great balance and flair even bouncing up and down. But it was what the effects of gravity had on her ample ass as it jiggled off the ground which drove marks wild. The same for her breasts courtesy of the toy. And Jagger Kent wasn’t immune to its effects.

                While Ebony worked the pogo, making moans as she bobbed back and forth, Amber began to work the actor’s pole. As she ran her nails up and down his body, after he removed his shirt to tell her he was game. With each pass of her palms and nails she grew every so closer to plunging down beneath his waistband to that ultimate erogenous zone. Also, to answer the question, did the actor use a body double for his love making scenes?

                Amber positioned herself behind him to give his strong back muscles some attention. She kneaded his body up and down the length of his spine trying to release the tension. That wasn’t the only tension begging to be released she noticed by one glance down over his shoulder at his nether regions. She slipped her bra off and began to skim her breasts against his bare skin where her hands had been.

Ebony had dismounted the pogo stick and now grinded against it between her thighs. She worked it back and forth, keeping in time to the music. His eyes feasted on her friend humping the piece of metal between her legs, giving him a preview of what her pussy would do to his cock, while Amberleigh slid her hand beneath his pants and took him in her palm.

She fondled him, warm, large, and solid beneath her touch. One mystery solved indeed. Her breasts traced up against his lower back, her teeth nibbling at his skin, as she worked his member right.  He moaned and writhed with pleasure.

Ebony had stopped mounting the pogo stick, but she had one final trick up her sleeves with the toy. She turned her ass to twerk at the actor, while her hands pulled something from the bag. Not that Jagger was fully paying attention anyway, as his eyes kept fluttering closed as his rod swelled more and more beneath her caress.

What Jagger never realized was that Ebony had slipped a clean, plastic cap over the end of the pogo stick before she folded it back in on itself. She slipped her wet panties off sensually before she hiked one leg up on a dresser and placed the stick against the folds between her legs.  Ebony rubbed the stick up and down her crevices, against her clit, whimpering as it hit her bundle of nerves. The pinnacle of her act came when she inserted the tip of the pogo stick into her cunt.

Amberleigh could feel the actor’s jagged breaths as her hands roamed his body freely. Warm, juices were already leaking from his tip. She unzipped his pants and slinked around to be in front of him. No way could she take him into her mouth right now. She knew it would only trigger her gag reflex.

Instead, she did some bends on the giant bed before him to demonstrate her flexibility. She placed her head back touching her ass, gripped her feet and somersaulted over a couple times before him. Thank God Ebony came through like a champ and kept her promise as she sauntered over to the bed and removed the actor’s pants. Ebony took him into her mouth and gave him head, while Amber moved to the floor to do more of her routine.

She removed her panties before she began to walk across the floor on her hands. All marks universally loved her splits, when she spread her legs and made herself into a T. It was her most requested signature move actually. Her naked pretzel was a close second and tied with her backbends. She did a backbend though Jagger was hardly watching as Ebony worked his cock over with her mouth. And Ebony gave good head. She had overcome her gag reflex and could pretty much swallow a dick whole.

Even though Amber didn’t have the full attention of her audience, it didn’t mean she slacked off on her performance. Quite the contrary, however on her second pass of her nude handstand, she began to feel dizzy and queasy. She decided to pull the plug on her upside down shit and grabbed a silk ribbon from the bag instead. Jagger grunted and came in Ebony’s mouth. Thank God it was Ebony taking one for the team or his cum shooting down her own throat would no doubt make Amber blow a load of chunks.

Ebony swallowed that shit like a pro with a grin. Jagger loved it of course. He lay back on the bed with a self-satisfied grin.

“Take care of each other while I recharge,” he said, “I only need about ten seconds before I’m good to pound your pussies.”

Sure, thought Amber. But the thought of making out with Ebony wasn’t all that appealing. Not that she didn’t find her friend sexy and appealing, but her friend just had a load of cum in her mouth. The taste of it would make Amber throw up probably. Even the heat in the room and smell of their bodies was starting to make her stomach feel sicker.

Ebony must had seen the look on Amber’s face and knew what it meant. She really was a good friend as she took the reins and began to kiss on Amber’s neck, avoiding her mouth. Most marks liked girl on girl action. It was a classic fantasy which withstood the test of time. Amber knew Ebony’s mouth well.

Ebony sucked her way down Amber’s throat, her right hand slipping between Amber’s legs. Amber decided to just be the submissive here and allow her friend to have her way with her. It had been Ebony’s idea after all. She at least pretended to be trying to return the favor for the sake of putting on a good show, as she let her finger’s trace Ebony’s skin.

Ebony knew where Amber’s special spot was. When her hand stroked it, Amber moaned, Ebony’s mouth moved to her breast and sucked her nipple in. Amber bit into Ebony’s shoulder as her friend pinched her clit and rubbed it in between her thumb and pointer finger. She applied more pressure rolling Amber’s clit, the pressure building inside her core. Then pushed a finger into Amber’s entrance and plunged it in and out. Amber bit down harder into dark, gleaming skin before a scream escaped her lips as she released.

Jagger Kent wasn’t the only cocky one in that room by the look of Ebony’s face over making her friend come. Now Amber knew she’d have to return the favor. But licking Ebony’s clit was out of the question right now. While her orgasm had helped relieve the nauseous feeling in her stomach, she didn’t want to push her luck. Amber pushed Ebony back towards the dresser, signaling her friend to get atop it.

Ebony did as she was told wordlessly. It just made it easier for Amber to access her bestie’s body and cunt. She began to taste the skin of Ebony’s glistening, dark breasts. So far, she was handling the taste well enough. She felt Jagger come up behind her and grab onto her hips.

“Don’t mind me, carry on,” he said into her ear.

She focused on pleasuring her friend while Jagger placed his hand in the small of her back and pushed her head closer to the dresser. It made for an awkward angle for Amberleigh when she didn’t plan on using her mouth on Ebony’s wet cunt. Not that Jagger was paying too much attention to details as he pushed himself inside Amber. While she sucked Ebony’s thigh and fingered her clit, Jagger banged his rod in and out of her.  It was a good thing Ebony had gotten her to come beforehand.

Amber was fine with it for a while, Jagger burying himself inside her snatch over and over while Ebony moaned and shuddered beneath her fingertips. To finish Ebony off, Amber fingered her friend’s opening and picked up the tempo and pressure against her slick clit. The dark Goddess threw her head back and moaned, as spasms rocked her body.

But the heat, the motion of Jagger slamming into her body over and over made the room begin to spin. And Amber could taste the bile rising up in her throat. If the actor didn’t finish soon, there was real danger of her hitting the floor in a pile of vomit. Even Ebony still coming down off her high noticed the pale look on her friend’s face, the dangerous predicament she was in.

Ebony jumped down off the dresser and grabbed onto the actor’s shoulders.

“Not just yet! Save some for me. I’m a jealous cunt,” she said.

She pulled Jagger back enough to where his cock slipped out of Amberleigh. Before he could protest, she shoved him back roughly towards the bed. Amber found her chance to escape while Ebony mounted the actor and begin to ride him aggressively. She didn’t stick around to see how it played out as Amber slipped her dress over her head and slipped out of the room.

Once out of the stifling room, she placed her hand against the wall to steady herself and breathed in the cool air. She placed her forehead against the coolness of the wall. Fuck, that was a close one.

“You look like shit,” said Blaine, “I guess you swallowed.”

“Fuck you,” she hissed.

He laughed. She wanted to punch that man in the balls. A Page in the hallway was nice enough to bring her some water. She sipped at the refreshing beverage, fighting against the bile threatening to creep up her throat.

The Cobra Club was no place to raise a baby. No place to grow one either. Amber hadn’t been turned on by Jagger Kent. She was losing her touch. But that wasn’t the only truth of it. It hadn’t felt the same.  Not quite fucking right. Like the club had changed. Even if she wasn’t pregnant, she doubted she would have got the same enjoyment out of it she once would have.

She pondered these troubling thoughts as she watched the hustle and bustle in the hallway. Goddesses and Pages and VIP’s, laughing, intoxicated, swaggering off behind closed doors. Looking happy and alive. But a more troubling thought crossed her mind as she leaned up against the wall, it wasn’t The Cobra Club that had changed, but rather Amberleigh had.