Episode 4

~Lisa's POV~

"Mmm, baby, you look spectacular," he said, scrutinizing me from head to toe.

I was told to make sure to look my best, as I was already in his favor, but I could be his favorite mistress. However, I had other plans in mind. Yes, Lois had told me about his late wife and how he grieved the death of his unborn son. I wondered if I could give him that son. Then I would be free from poverty and attain some level of power. I would be his queen. I hatched my plan, and nothing was going to make it fail.

"I was told your favorite color is black, my Lord," I said, walking seductively toward him.

"Of course it is, and oh my, what did you call me?" he asked, opening his arms wide for me.

"My Lord?" I said, walking into a warm embrace with him.

"Say it again," he grunted in my ear, and damn, he reeked of alcohol.

"My Lord," I said more smoothly this time, then suddenly he pushed me away.

"Strip for me, that's why I pay you," he commanded, and I almost fell in fear.

I started dancing slowly, then swiftly and steadily.

He seemed impressed by the way he smiled at me with a cigarette in his hand. I used the long pole in the room. I had no idea how to use it, but I just did what I felt other strippers would've done. I was enjoying myself, but only because I had ulterior motives.

I walked seductively to him and intentionally dashed my foot against the table where he kept his crack, drinks, and everything. Everything fell to the ground, and that was when I had to act like a damsel in distress.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry. So, so, so sorry. I'll go get you more," I apologized, looking at the mess I created.

"I'll call Torres to do it," he said plainly, and I was quite surprised and joyous to know that he wasn't angry at all. It would've been a terrible night for me if things turned south.

"No, let me do it, okay?" I said and smiled, then walked out of the room and headed toward where I could find his wingman, Torres.

"Hey," I tapped his shoulder so he would face me.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, almost angry, and it was really scary. I made fun of him in my mind. "If only he knew that I was about to be his queen," I thought.

"I need more crack and a bottle of vodka. Alejandro asked for it," I said with confidence.

"I'll go find out myself," he said, and I held him back.

"Oh, don't bother doing that. He's in a terrible mood and just wants his crack. I spilled everything on the floor by accident," I explained, and he opened the bag by the corner of the room where he stood, brought out a bottle and a paper. I wondered if he carried it everywhere he went.

"And no, I only carry it when we come to clubs like this," he said, as though he read my mind.

"Oh, right," I said, taking the things from his hand.

"Thank you," I said and walked away.

There was a bathroom by the corner just before the door leading to Alejandro's chambers. I looked around, making sure no one saw me, then entered the bathroom with the crack and bottle. I brought out a substance I hid in my bra and put a substantial amount of it into the already opened bottle of vodka and into the crack as well.

I always carried that substance wherever I went because I worked in a bar, and some guys would ask for it from time to time, and I would sell it to them. It was supposed to make whoever took it drowsy but still very aware of their surroundings, just a little bit more vulnerable. That was my plan with Alejandro.

I immediately threw that pack away and carried the stuff back into Alejandro's chambers.

"Finally, you're here," he said, and I walked quickly to the table to drop his stuff, then noticed that the place was already clean.

"It's clean already?" I asked.

"Yes, I asked someone to take care of it," he said. "Now, bring me that vodka," he added, and my heart was pounding. I felt my hands shake as I handed him the bottle, but I made sure he didn't notice.

"Relax, baby, and come here. Sit," he motioned for me to sit right beside him.

"You did a great job, and I have your pay right here," he handed a bundle of money to me, and I gasped. I had never held so much money in my life.

"I thought my pay was supposed to be $200 per strip," I said, holding the money in my hand, smiling.

"Take that as a gift for making me so happy," he said, sipping his vodka.

"Oh well, aside from being happy, I need you to feel something else for me," I said, slowly tracing my fingers down his chest.

"Mmm," he moaned, and I stopped, then gently got on top of him while he smacked my ass.

"Harder, my Lord," I cooed, and he smacked it even harder.

"Want to feel my breasts?" I asked, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, and he grabbed my boobs roughly, tore out my dress, and started sucking on them vigorously while I moaned.

"Moan for me, baby!" he commanded, and I started moaning even harder.

"Get down here!" he commanded, dragging my head down to give him a deep throat. I could see the lust and desire in his eyes, and I couldn't wait to make babies for him.

I got down slowly, sucking on him steadily, making sure I moaned and he enjoyed every bit of it.

I eventually stood up and got rid of my panties, while he slipped his manhood right into me. I rode him like a pro that I was. Oh, I missed that feeling. I hadn't been with a man in a long time.

I moved faster and harder while he slapped my ass even harder until he released. While he made an attempt to get me off him so he could release on the floor, I forced myself on him, making sure he released everything right into me. I smiled once I knew the job was done.

"How do you feel, my Lord?" I asked, getting up slowly from his exhausted body.

"Let Torres know that we're ready to leave," he said, and I smiled at him and left the room.