Alexandria POV
Here at the famous Redbox Club, strippers are to put on masks. It's part of the rules in protecting the privacy of the strippers. Strippers make a lot of money here if only you know your onions! Because, only those with VIP membership cards can get access to it. “Now, coming up next on stage is none other than the famous, SexyRed! SexyRed!” A Baritone voice announced my entrance, while loud expressions of excitement broke out. Unlike other strippers who wear clothes over their costumes, I don't and it makes me different. Swaying my hips side to side while walking slowly in a seductive manner to the platform where the pole have been replaced with a stool, I paused on getting to the stool, gently placed a foot on top the stool, then I turned to look at the screaming audience, while I flip my blonde hair to the side as a slow sensual song came on. Moving my hand slowly from my belly to my left breast, while biting my lower lips, I bend down in a sexy position, swinging my ass side to side. I stood back up, put my leg down while bringing the other up immediately, as I let the music take over my body. I placed my hand on my breast and slowly exposed the right breast, the audience went crazy with excitement, while they flipped bands of dollars at me from their sitting positions. Looking at their faces, I spotted my client for the night. I twist my head to the person I’ll be doing a lap dance on. He was wearing a tight black shirt that shows his muscles and some gray sweatpants with sneakers that look expensive. He wasn’t looking to be fly, just comfortable, but then I could tell that he was rich by just looking at his wristwatch. Putting my leg down from the stool, I brought out the other breast, and kept on caressing while walking slowly towards his direction. On getting closer to him, he smiles over to me as his eyes begin to drink my appearance hard. “Show me more….!” He mouthed the words, and I smiled beneath my mask. Slowly, I climbed on to his lap and made sure his dick was directly touching my clits. “Another huge dick spotted!” I said in my mind while I slowly started to grind on him. Oh! How I love fucking huge dicks!. Putting my left breast on his mouth, I lay both my hands on his waist and I feel his skin itch as he sucks on my breast. Those crowds went wild, each wishing they were the lucky one tonight. Leaning slowly closer, I could feel his dick getting large beneath his sweatpants. I could feel him getting close, real close, close enough where he can probably start fucking me right there, right now. “You are fucking sexy, SexyRed!” He deeply whispers in my ear letting his lips lay a soft kiss behind my ear and I smiled again. I removed my hands from his waist, stood up, and moved away from him, caressing my hardened nipples while his hard gaze stayed fixed on me. Doing a slow rhythmic grinding on the stool, I widen my legs apart, feel my moist cunt, and then sway my hips out of the platform while the audience screams my stage name. Heading straight for the private rooms given to each of us just in case one of the VIPs wants you, I smiled waiting to hear a knock on the door. Almost immediately, a soft knock sounded and I grin in satisfaction. “Come in," and he walked in. "You know the rules, right?" I asked him, and he nods his reply. "Good, let's get down to business!" I said, before pushing him gently on the couch. Slowly I danced towards him, got on his laps and started twerking on his dick seductively. His eyes lit up with fire of desire while he grab my ass.Alexandria POV “Relax!.” I whimpers into his right ear while removing his hand from my ass. Then I sit up straight on his hard and erected dick, slowly removed my costume, exposing my hardened nipples. I could tell that he wanted to get up from the couch, and grab me with the way his eyes ran over and drank up my completely naked body.Swaying my hips slowly, I danced towards one of the empty lockers and brought out a rope, his eyes following every of my movements. Still swaying my hips, I walked towards him, I slowly but gently tied up his hands above his head with him offered any resistance. I could tell from the smirk on his face that he likes it. Then, I walked back to front and started carelesing my breast, touching my wet pussy. Then slowly, I placed my two middle finger inside of me and started fingerfucking my cunt, and a loud groan escape from his mouth. Continuing finger fucking myself, he started struggling to free hands from the rope and I smiled. Releasing my fingers
Chester Blackwood POV “Hey, hey! Shit! I want her, I fucking want her all to myself!” I said, hissing out my frustrations. No woman has ever been in total control over me, especially when it comes to sex. But she is different. There's something about her, something special and not connected to being a stripper. I don't even know what her face looks like! Hissing loudly again, my phone rings out.Looking at the caller's ID, I knew it was time for me to leave New York City.Taking a good look at the room once more as the memory of what happened earlier came flooding my brain, I smiled and then stood up.“SexyRed! I am definitely coming back for you!” With that, I walk out. ******Alexandria POV Coming out of the dressing room after changing my clothes, I saw Murphy, walking away with some men that seemed to be bodyguards behind him.“I knew he was rich!” I said feeling the wads of dollars in my backpack. Now, this will help me a long way in school. Walking out of the club house, I w
Chester Blackwood POV My phone rings out, I grin before picking it up.“And how is my Sexy HeartBreaker doing?” An amused voice asked over the phone.“Daniel, how am I sure you don't have a hand on this?” I said, still grinning.“Come Chester! You control the media sector, not me dude!”.“Hmm…! Am in Washington already”. I breathed out softly.“The usual spot tonight?”“Yeah, the usual!” I replied without thinking twice about it. I really need something to distract my attention from her…"Alright, bro! Stay safe!” The call ended.“We are home, boss!” The driver announced, when someone walked over to open the door for me.“Welcome home sir, they are waiting for you!” Smithfield, a thirty-five old man, and one of the numerous bodyguards attached personally to my parents house, greets me politely.“Thank you, Smithfield!” I said and then headed straight to the sitting room.“Chester! Sweetheart, how was your trip?” My mom was the first to embrace me.“Fine, mom! How are you doing?” .“W
Chester Blackwood POV Her screams of moans only brought back memories. Trying to push back the memories, I increased the thrusting of my fingers in her pussy and she moaned out in pleasure. Removing my fingers, I spread her legs wider, remove my hard dick, and then thrust into her dripping cunt at once. Waiting to savor her moans briefly, I resumed thrusting into her while sucking her breast, slowly I increased my speed, thrusting harder, and deeper into her wet pussy. Pulling out to change position, I raised her legs up, making me have a better and easier access to her dripping wet pussy. At once, I thrust into her, and she screams out her moans.“Open it wide, Sofia! Spread your cunt wider for me to see! I wanna see your pussy dripping wet! Juicy wet cunt, you have got here, Sofia! Ahh , Yeah… I love fucking you hard! I want to see your pussy fill-in my dick!” I said while thrusting in faster and harder.“Chester! Oh, chester! Ahh…yeah baby….Haah… chester…Yeah…come on baby… Uugh…
CHESTER BLACKWOOD POV Washing my body with extra care,I can't seem to get SexyRed off my mind, off my head!. “I will inform the driver to send you back home, Sofia! Please don't come over anymore” I said, and she immediately sprang up from the ground, looking at my face. “What wrong, Chester? Are you breaking up with me?" She asked, and wondered why she was asking a question she already knew the answer to. “What do you think?” I ask, coming out of the bathroom, and picking up a clean folded towel from the closest. “You are definitely breaking up with me! But why? What have I done wrong? I can fix it! We can fix it up, Chester!” She said, her eyes almost moist with tears. “Same old methods!” I grunt out. This is one of the reasons I don't do relationships! Can't she just accept it already?. “What did you say? Chester, you know how much I love you, right?” She said looking at my face for answers. “But I don't, Sofia! And, will never be! We were attracted to each other, and
“I need a new hottie, dude!” I said, rolling my eyes at him, while he grins widely at me. “Well, I have got some hotties for y'a! You wanna see them?” “Please…no blondes!” I spoke up quickly, which made him narrow his eyes at me. "Something else is going on with you?". “You know what?" I have someone in mind already!" I smirk at him. "Who?” “She has been on my neck for some time now. But I definitely need to fucks some clean pussy tonight!” I said, and then gulped down another glass of brandy. Daniel smiles back at me, while searching my eyes for any hints of whatever I am obviously hiding from him. Clapping his hands twice, the door opened, and the blondes walked back in. Whispering into the ear of the taller blond lady, she nods her reply, then they all walk out of the room again. “What are you up to?” I asked him. “Wait, and see!” He replied with a grin. Soon, a soft knock sounded on the door, and a beautiful red haired lady with a big ass walked in. “Dammit! That
“Fuck, fuck…fuck…! Ugh…ugh…. Slow down, cute! Uugh… yeah!” She screams but that only made me increase my thrusting deeper into her. She could not hold back her screams of moans anymore. I believe everyone can literally hear her screaming now. Feeling my sperm coming, I thrust deeper into her cunt that is a bit swollen now. Suddenly, and swiftly, I pulled out of her, splashing the sperm into the condom. Laying down bedside her on the bed, I closed my eyes briefly to wonder about nothing in particular.I have always been careful about sleeping with ladies wearing condoms. If SexyRed can be that sweet using condoms, I wonder what it will feel like fucking her without one!. Turning sideways to see the girl I just fucked, she smiled at me but I felt disgust with her at once. Reaching out for my wallet, I pulled out crisps of hundred dollar notes, making it a thousand dollars and then gave it to her.“I want to be left alone!” I said with a blank face, and she was surprised at my change
“Alex! Hey, how are you doing?”. Since he caught me already, I turned to face him, smiled and then tried to walk away. “Hey, Alex, Alex! Please, can you give me a minute? Please, Alex! He said, while his eyes soften with an expression I am yet to recognize. “What is it, Drake?” I said, frowning. “Alex! I know I'm not perfect, but I am not a terrible person either. “Yeah!” I scoff at him. “Why did you suddenly hate me, Alex! I thought we felt some kind of attraction for each other?” He said, staring intensely at me. “Well…we did, right? I mean the sex was good, right? Why were you trying to blow up my phone with your calls?” I asked, frowning again. “Because you locked me out, Alex! You keep hiding, running, pushing me away from you! You wouldn't let me see you! I had no choice but to try and reach you on the phone, and then you blocked me out!” He whimpers softly, his eyes still staring deeply at me. As if he is searching for something, seeking for a clue, to an answer he
The opulent venue was buzzing with excitement as the guests gathered, their eager whispers filling the air. The grand chandeliers cast a golden glow over the extravagant ballroom, and outside, the elite guests sipped champagne in a garden adorned with roses, basking in the spectacle of Chester's and Madeline’s wedding. Chester stood at the altar, a mere puppet of his family’s design. His chest tightened with every passing second. The distant clink of glasses and the murmured chatter of the crowd did little to drown out the chaotic thoughts racing through his mind. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t marry Madeline. As the officiant began the ceremony, Chester’s gaze flickered to Madeline, standing beside him with her flawless smile and eyes that glittered with triumph. But all he could think about was Alex—the woman he had loved, the woman he had lost. His heart slammed against his ribs, and his breath caught in his throat as a text message vibrated in his p
The weight of the news still hung heavily in the air as Alex watched the announcement unfold on the television screen. The buzz from the media, the socialites, and the world beyond seemed to intensify as the forced engagement between Chester and Madeline Brooks was broadcasted. The lavish wedding details began circulating—grand venues, designer dresses, and the promise of a high-profile ceremony to match the family's elite status. It felt surreal to Alex, who had once been that woman—caught in the whirlwind of Chester’s world, a world filled with promises and expectations. Yet, here she was, standing at the threshold of a new chapter, away from it all. Her son stirred in his crib, pulling her out of her thoughts. She smiled softly, walking over to him, watching as his tiny fingers reached up in his sleep. Despite everything—despite the confusion, the heartache, the betrayal—he was her miracle. And for him, she would build a future free from the past, free from the shadows of Leon a
Alex sat quietly in the park, the soft hum of the city around her, but her mind was far away. She glanced down at her son, his bright eyes reflecting the sunlight as he played with a small toy in his hands. He was the center of her world, and every decision she made from here on out would be for him. But there was something else. Something growing inside her—an uncertainty, a curiosity, a question that she had tried to ignore for so long. Could she open her heart again?... Liam had been there for her in a way that no one else had. He had never asked for anything, never pushed her to be someone she wasn’t. The more time she spent with him, the more she realized how much she appreciated his quiet strength, his kindness, and the ease with which he made her laugh. It wasn’t love yet, not the passionate kind she had shared with Leon, but it was something. Something she hadn’t felt in a long time... Liam had made it clear that he wasn’t ru
The weight of the announcement still hung heavily in Alex’s chest. She had tried to stay indifferent, but the image of Chester, standing next to Madeline, his expression distant yet resigned, kept haunting her. It wasn’t that she expected him to sit around pining for her, but seeing him so publicly move on, so easily, was more painful than she anticipated. As much as she told herself that it was for the best, that she was better off without him, there was always that nagging voice in the back of her mind. What if things could have been different? What if they hadn’t fallen apart the way they had? Could they have found a way back to each other? But that was in the past. And now, all that mattered was her son. He had her heart and soul, and Alex was determined to give him the best life possible. As she sat in the quiet of her apartment, holding her son close, she felt a stirring of something unexpected. It wasn’t just a feeling of longing for a man who no
Chester could hardly believe the words Madeline had spoken to him three weeks later! I'm Pregnant? The thought made his stomach churn. He hadn’t been careful, but the idea of her carrying his child seemed far-fetched, especially given the haze of alcohol and the drug she’d so deftly slipped into his system. But the truth, as twisted as it was, couldn’t be denied. He had no choice but to go through with a test, something he dreaded more than anything. --- The Next Day... Chester sat in the sterile, cold hospital room, his hands tightly clenched around the armrest of the chair. The results from the test were about to be revealed, and with every passing second, the knot in his stomach tightened further. Madeline sat across from him, her face a mask of feigned concern. She had been playing the role of the victim perfectly, looking so innocent, but Chester could see through the charade. Still, despite everything, there was a part of him that feared what the test might confirm. A nurse
CHESTER BLACKWOOD POV I sat at my desk, surrounded by files, photos, and addresses, my eyes bloodshot but sharp. For the first time in months, i wasn’t drowning in whiskey or self-pity. i had focus now — and it all pointed to one city. New York.... My private investigator had finally unearthed a clue, subtle but undeniable: a hospital record flagged under a different surname, but the birthdate and the emergency contact screamed Alex. It was the only real lead he’d had since she disappeared. Daniel walked in unannounced, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. “You look like hell, but for once you look alive.” I smirked slightly, the first real smile in ages. “I’m going to find her.” Daniel stepped closer, glancing at the spread of documents. “And when you do?” “I’m not letting her go,” I said flatly. “Not again.” But deep down, anxiety twisted in my chest. If Alex had hidden herself this well, it meant she didn’t want to be found. --- Meanwhile, across in another city..
Instead, i called Daniel. “What the hell happened?” Daniel’s voice barked the second he picked up. “She drugged me,” I said flatly, pacing. “She took photos. She’s already feeding the media.” “You’re kidding me.” “I wish I was. My mother probably already saw the headlines. This is bad.” Daniel let out a long breath. “You need to control the narrative before she does. Deny it. Publicly. Say you passed out drunk and nothing happened.”I rubbed my temple. “And the photos?” Daniel hesitated. “Can you be sure she didn’t stage it all? If you didn’t touch her, we can fight this.” “She wanted me to believe something happened. But I didn’t feel anything—nothing to suggest we—” I broke off, disgust rising again. “She’s trying to force my hand.” A knock at the door interrupted me. I opened it to find my mother standing there, phone in hand, face tight with fury. “You want to tell me what the hell this is?” she snapped, shoving the screen at me. I glanced at it. A social med
CHESTER BLACKWOOD POV I stood by the window of my office, gripping the folder in my hand so tightly the edges curled. My heart thudded against my ribs as I stared at the document—a new lead. Finally. Daniel had just left after delivering it, his voice thick with cautious hope. “She used her old email to register a pediatric account in New York, Chester. Same name, same birthdate. It’s her.” My breath hitched. Alex! Alive. In New York. With their child? I couldn’t stop the surge of emotion that slammed into me like a tidal wave—relief, regret, desperation. I had been right not to give up. She was out there. And now, maybe, just maybe, he could finally— Buzz. My intercom crackled. “Sir, your mother is on line one.” I exhaled sharply. Of course. Reluctantly, I picked up the phone. “Yes, Mother?” “Chester,” My mom's voice was firm. “You’re attending Madeline’s birthday party tonight. No excuses.” I groaned. “Mother, I don’t care if it’s her coronation. I’m not going.” “Sh
CHESTER BLACKWOOD POV The upscale restaurant buzzed with murmurs and clinking silverware, its chandeliers casting soft golden light over the wealthy patrons scattered across velvet-lined booths and tables. At the center table sat the my mom, an image of wealth and status... if only the illusion matched the reality. I sat at the far end of the table, my body present but soul miles away. Dressed in a crisp navy suit with an expression cold enough to freeze the wine in my glass, I barely acknowledged the waiter who poured for my. My mother gave me a sharp glance, then smiled tightly at our guest. “And of course,” she said with feigned warmth, “Madeline has been such a constant in our family, even when Leon was... distracted.” Madeline Brooks laughed, all teeth and pretense. “Well, I believe true connections always find their way back. Don’t you think, Chester?” I slowly turned to face her. “No.” The table fell silent. Madeline blinked, her smile faltering. “Excuse me?” “I don’t b