WARNING ⚠️ This book contains mature scenes of sexual conduct and erotic themes!! Cherry is a young successful blonde stripper whose world changes when she meets a wealthy Nigerian named Malcolm Balogun. He hires her to be his personal escort during his business trip and not long after, they begin to get sexually drawn to each other. Cherry's policy is to never get sexually involved with her clients but Malcolm's enigma pulls her like a magnet and his experience in the art of sexual pleasure becomes a drug that she can't get enough of.
View MoreCherry's POV...Fucking Jolene! The woman was a damn scorpion and she had the ability to stick her stinger into anyone, corrupting them with her infectious venom so she could manipulate their actions. I would have thought that a viper like Cookie would be immune to my mother's charms, but seeing as they were all smiles, sharing booze and an almost empty pack of cigarettes, she had also fallen prey, just like everyone else.They could both see the confusion in my eyes, because for the sake of me, I couldn't even begin to imagine what circumstances would bring Jolene and Cookie together, and in my house of all places. I needed answers, and I needed them fast."How was your date with the African? Did you meet a bunch of fancy people who speak as if they're English royalty?" Jolene said with mockery in her tone, and Cookie just laughed along."My date with the African is none of your concern," I shouted at her, "I can't believe you told her about Malcolm," I shouted at Cookie."I assumed
Malcolm's POV..."Have you had dinner yet?" Omolola asked me on the phone."Yes, I have. I'm just about to do my evening exercises before I go to bed," I responded as I walked through the house shirtless."Make sure you take care of yourself, you hear? And come home soon, I've missed you terribly," she said."I've missed you too. I'll be home in three months, Lola. You already know this. Just be patient and the days will fly by before you know it.""I guess you're right. Alright, I have to go now. Talk to you later. I love you," she said."Love you too," I replied before hanging up.It was calls like this that made all the work I do tolerable. Calls like this made all the stress worth it because in the end, the ones I love get to benefit from it and I get to take care of all their needs while spending quality time with them.You're probably wondering who I was speaking to. Her name's "Omolola", a Yoruba name which means "Wealthy Child". I'm the only child of my father and thus, the on
As we rode back to Malcolm's home, there was this different kind of tension in the air compared to when we first rode to the party earlier. The mood had surely shifted and I wasn't able to tell if he was mad at me or not. I was pretty certain that I hadn't done anything wrong just because I danced with someone at the party; someone who just so happened to be related to him. If anything, I'm the one who should be upset, seeing as he didn't inform me that his cousin was going to be at this event...or that he would be so sexy and charismatic.He didn't seem upset, judging from the look on his face but, he wasn't saying anything and he was barely looking at me. I was starting to hate it, and against my better judgement, I decided to say something about it."The party was quite good. It was exactly what I expected but I still had a good time, and you got yourself a new partner as well. Margaret was..," I wasn't sure how to describe her so I just said, "...quite the character. I see why you
Yep! This man definitely knew what he was doing as he led me on the dance floor. 'Lady In Red' was playing and we were swaying to the music. He had his arms around my waist and the way he held my gaze just made me wonder even more about him. I didn’t even know that I could pull the moves he was easing me into, using my sexual appeal and stripper talents in a way that I had never applied before, and I was having a good time, and so were the crowd who were already fixated on us.I wanted to start interrogating him but I decided against it. For now, finishing this dance with him was my main objective, and judging from how seriously he was taking it, it was his as well. As his hands trailed the contours of my body, I felt like I was a mold of potter’s clay and he was the artist who was carefully caressing me with his touch, gently and subtly, twisting and turning me as I took shape into this red swan that could move as elegantly as the Queen of England herself. He was smooth with his move
Cherry’s POVOkay, I’ve been dolled up several times before in ways that you cannot even begin to imagine but never, and I repeat, never have I looked this damn glamorous. I don’t know who Xavier, Maddison and Coral are but after this miracle that they’d just performed, I had to get all their numbers and become friends with them instantly, because I literally looked like a Disney Princess after they were done.Samuel, our driver, was at the front of the elongated Aston Martin while Malcolm and I were seated at the back. The car was designed in a way that the two sets of seats inside were facing each other, and this made me sit on one side while Malcolm was on the other and we were directly facing each other.You probably want me to describe my dress. Seeing as we’re still on the road, let me get to that. It’s a little distracting to explain how I look, seeing as Mr Balogun couldn’t keep his eyes off my body, though he tried his hardest not to let it show. I was wearing a tight sparkly
Malcolm’s POV“I know you’re filthy rich and all, but don’t you think this place is a little too grand for someone who doesn’t even live in the country and is only here for a few months in the year?” She asked as I walked her through my Manhattan home.I could hear it in her tone that she was still trying to get under my skin so she could gain ground in this power tussle between us that she had created in her head. She was basically chastising me for having a big house, trying to insinuate that I was overly extravagant. I wasn’t going to take that, so I fired back as calmly but as savagely as I could muster.“You’re right, I don’t spend that much time here. But every now and then, I bring my entire extended family to the States and we all spend the holidays here. Also, having this estate gives two hundred of my employees jobs so they can provide for their families. Not everybody can just take off their clothes and have horny men pay them because of it.”I was walking ahead of her and
As I rolled around in bed, I could feel a set of hands stroking my hair softly, and I could hear a soft voice shushing me, trying to get me to relax. I assumed that it was Kendra keeping me company after what happened in the club on Saturday, seeing as it had been difficult to enjoy my sleep since it happened. She had been sleeping in my bed and would always wake up beside me, and I welcomed her company wholeheartedly. “There, there, baby. It’s all alright,”Though I was still sleepy, it was already morning and I wasn’t that deep a sleeper. I heard the voice that was sweet talking me and I knew immediately whose voice it was; it wasn’t Kendra’s.I opened my eyes and saw Jolene sitting in my bed, holding on to me like she actually cared about me. For a few seconds, it felt nice to have my mother being a mother to me, but then I remembered our history and it reminded me that I couldn’t trust her.“What the fuck are you doing in my bed, Jo?” I asked, rolling out of my mattress as quickl
As I stared at myself in the mirror in the girls’ dressing room, it was obvious that I wasn’t as focused as I needed to be for my last show in a few months. I was doing my makeup by myself and I was fucking it up.“Damn it,” I yelled before tossing the eyeliner to the other side of the room.At that point, I didn’t even know what I was truly upset about. There were a handful of things that were making me cranky; the fact that I was leaving Sweet Cookies Swinging, the fact that Malcolm would soon be my boss, and the fact that my mother was back into my life and there was nothing I could do to get her to leave. It was all a little overwhelming and it was killing my mood.“Hey there, Red. Someone’s looking a little down,” Cookie said from behind me, “...and your makeup looks goddamn awful. Did you get a blind chicken to draw on those brows?”Red - Cookie only ever called me Red when she knew that something was bothering me. She pulled up a chair and sat in front of me. She took the makeup
Cherry's POVSo, the contract had been officially signed and I was now under the employment of the mysterious Malcolm Balogun. I was his escort now but, I still had a day to be my own woman and not have to bend to the rules of any man. I intended to go all out! In many ways, this Saturday was going to be like a bachelorette party; one last hurrah to do the things that I want before I "tie the knot" and become restricted.I left the Wallace Hotel without a pit in my stomach, unlike the first time. This time, I had gotten what I wanted and I had shown him what I was made of. Now, he knew that I wasn't going to be a little bitch-like dog that would just lay down and take his commands whenever he uttered them. Friday night was party night for Ken and I. We took the liberty of ordering some food to my place, invited some of my girls from work over, got some booze and partied through the night - all this was sponsored by the billionaire, of course. He gave me his card to get clothes, and I
Cherry's POV You'll find today in many parts of the world that women claim that being strippers or hookers or prostitutes or porn stars is a form of sexual liberation and independence. They say that it's a way of embracing their womanhood and finding pride in the power of their flesh and somehow, a lot of women today see this as honest work that should be done without an atom of shame.Hi there, I go by Cherry 🍒 and I'm a stripper and I just want to tell you that what all of these women say about sexual liberation is a pile of bullshit. Most women are not doing these kinds of jobs because they feel it's a way of expressing their artistic side, most women are not doing these kinds of jobs to embrace their sexuality in a manner that is decent or upright. Bitches are doing these jobs because they like it. They love the attention they get from wealthy men and women, they love the sex and most importantly, they love the money. Now don't get me wrong, not all of us are as promiscuous as
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