Amberleigh placed a hand on his bare shoulder.
“Well how about you and I just talk then?” she suggested, “you haven’t been in a wheelchair that long have you?”
“Is it that fuckin’ obvious? Am I that much of a transparent, miserable fucker feeling sorry for himself?”
“No. It’s obvious because your friends were out there dry humping everything with tits,” she responded.
He laughed. “Yeah. They’re fuckin’ idiots.”
“Lawrence seems like a good friend though,” she continued.
She refilled his glass and then had some for herself. He didn’t even realize how much he was drinking or saying in that room. Probably shit he had never told anyone except for maybe his shrink.
“Yes. It’s his fault I’m in this damn chair actually.”
“Oh?” she asked with a raised brow.
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He was entering dangerous and sensitive territory. Guys hated that shit. But the alcohol was helping in Amberleigh’s favor.
As Grayson read over the girl’s file in his lap, he nursed another tumbler of scotch, and for the hundredth time debated what the fuck he was doing. And not just here in this sex club, awaiting the first meeting with the hooker he’d chose to be his surrogate, but also with his life in general. How many other twenty-four-year old’s were the vice president of a multi-billion dollar company, and couldn’t fucking sleep at night? How many others at his age faced this type of pressure, not just the unrealistic demands of his father, but also the fate of millions in this country who relied on the railroad like a lifeline? It was almost too much at times. It was too fucking much at times. It had been many years since his life was his own. And several, since he could last remember being happy. He’d wished more than once that he would have been born to middle class parents, that he could just be a normal twenty-something who could work a job just to live, not live to work, th
Amberleigh placed a knee on either side of Ethan on the bed, giving him a view of her backdoor. She rotated her hips like she was doing the hula dance, her movements increasing with each pass to reveal more and more of her ass and snatch beneath her skirt. “Now that’s what I’m fuckin’ talking about,” he said giving her ass a light squeeze.Amber worked his designer shoes off as she continued to move her ass in tantalizing circles in his face. When she had removed his socks and shoes, she looked back at him as her hands undid his belt. “For my next trick sugar, I’m gonna make your pants disappear.” “Hell yeah. Work your magic.” She had plenty of practice removing articles of clothing expertly and she made quick work of stripping the Frat Boy down to his black, boxer briefs. His cock was pushing the fabric up creating a nice bulge. Yes. No doubts his dick was still i
Amberleigh finally unfolded herself and slipped off him. His eyes were closed and he had a serene expression on his face. She laid next to him and began to caress his body as she spoke. “That was amazing Frat Boy. I can still feel your cum deep inside me...” He opened his eyes and gave her a shit eating grin, “It’s been a while. You’re fuckin’ amazing. Can I come see you again?” “Of course you can sugar. Just ask for Ivy and they'll know where to find me. And keep that tip tonight to take out some hot, sorority girl who will snag your ass up.” He chuckled, his hand skimming up and down her bare arm. His touch gave her goosebumps. She felt
Amberleigh put her shower cap on and jumped in the shower in an adjoining suite. She made sure to wash all her own naughty bits thoroughly. She wiped a towel across the steamed up bathroom mirror and glanced at her reflection. There was a nice bruise on her cheek and split lip, now even more engorged from Frat Boy’s lips against hers, and her lips navigating the geography of his body. Her battered face reminded her of old days back in The Fringe. Good times. She laughed to herself at the sweet sentiments from a pussy-love-struck boy spoken during that post-coital bliss. Yes, she was a regular bleeding heart humanitarian who deserved better than working five nights a week in a high class brothel. Fuck that, she enjoyed her job, and had it better than most. Many people she knew from The Fringe would kill to be in her position (or more aptly positions) right about now. She hadn’t gone hungry or cold in five years and planned on keeping it that way. &n
All Amberleigh could think to ask was “Should, I change first?” “That won’t be required. We need to be on our way. I don’t have to remind you what a privilege this is, nor how you should conduct yourself in Mr. Godwin and his guest’s presence.” Amberleigh nodded. She was a professional. And had been requested on three separate occasions for a private show in the adjoining Leda suite. The Leda’s were the richest and most influential family in the city, but the Godwin’s definitely came in a close second. Both families were treated like Jesus, like saviors of mankind as John Leda was developing a cure, and the Godwin’s delivered whatever critical cargo people needed to survive throughout the country. And if they so choose could have their pick of women willing to drop their panties in a heartbeat and for free. But both families wanted the best, not cheap and easy, so for that they frequented The Cobra Club. Amber refused to let her nerves get t
Grayson Godwin took another swallow of his liquor, then cleared his throat. But his eyes stayed on the file rather than her as he spoke. “Amberleigh Dubois, your twenty-two years of age. Your father is a low-level dealer who works for the Kingpin the Madhatter in The Fringe. Your mother died in jail from an overdose ten years ago. You were removed from her custody at the age of six due to allegations of abuse and neglect. You spent the next ten years bouncing around between group and foster homes, am I correct so far?” Amber crossed her arms. She had never felt as fucking naked as she did right now. With the facts of her life laid bare, clinical even, from a stranger’s mouth. Even if he was a pretty one. She nodded, “Yes. But I don’t see the point of all this Mr. Godwin. My backstory.” He glanced up from the folder and seemed a bit irritated. “I’m getting to the point Miss Dubois. At the age of sixteen, you became pregnant by your boyfriend Jack
Grayson Godwin took another swallow of his liquor, then cleared his throat. But his eyes stayed on the file rather than her as he spoke. “Amberleigh Dubois, your twenty-two years of age. Your father is a low-level dealer who works for the Kingpin the Madhatter in The Fringe. Your mother died in jail from an overdose ten years ago. You were removed from her custody at the age of six due to allegations of abuse and neglect. You spent the next ten years bouncing around between group and foster homes, am I correct so far?” Amber crossed her arms. She had never felt as fucking naked as she did right now. With the facts of her life laid bare, clinical even, from a stranger’s mouth. Even if he was a pretty one. She nodded, “Yes. But I don’t see the point of all this Mr. Godwin. My backstory.” He glanced up from the folder and seemed a bit irritated. “I’m getting to the point Miss Dubois. At the age of sixteen, you became pregnant by your boyfriend Jack
Grayson couldn’t get out of The Cobra Club fast enough. He did his best to bypass the staff members crawling out of the woodwork like roaches, practically tripping over themselves to try and service him in some way. It seemed not all of them had gotten the memo he didn’t want to be disturbed. If the Head Goddess couldn’t bring her subordinates to heel, he wondered if his arrangement would be kept private after all and doubted the club’s capabilities to live up to their end of the bargain. He already felt as though he was making a huge fucking mistake. And meeting that girl who was supposed to carry the heir to the railroad had nearly made him walk out then and there. And he would have too, if not for knowing what kind of offspring she was capable of producing. Amberleigh Dubois, the name rolled off his tongue like a fine wine, but that girl was anything but cultured, classy, or smooth. She had a dirty mouth, a blunt manner, was vulgar and coarse, all the things he s
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
It was during one of their late-night pillow chats, a couple nights before Thanksgiving, when Grayson informed her about the fertility clinic he’d found. This came as both of them still lay panting in their post orgasm bliss after their game that night had involved a good old fashioned vibrator. They lay side by side, his fingers skimming over her naked body leaving goosebumps behind as he spoke. “As much fun as I’m having beautiful, it would be nice to get back to slamming my cock inside your moist cunt. So I must inform you, I’ve found a clinic that seems to fit our needs. It’s in Spain, has a very high rate of success, and caters to many high-profile clientele where discretion is paramount. They can get us in next week.” Amberleigh propped herself up on one elbow with a grin, “Sounds nice. But let me get this straight, you just assume that once the deed is done and I got a bun cooking, I’ll want to keep fucking you Mr. Godwin? That’s a bold assumptio
Grayson’s musical talent was just another new discovery Amberleigh learned about the billionaire as he became less statue like and more like a real fucking human being. He was far from perfect, controlled, and she liked his quirks and imperfections. For instance, he hated the sound of cellophane, made him full on cringe, so naturally Leo made it a point to crinkle the shit whenever in Grayson’s presence. Grayson had to turn the volume up on things to even numbers only and well he was ticklish as fuck on the bottom of his feet. How Amber came about that particular piece of knowledge happened during one of their nightly games. It soon became their favorite game to play late at night when the sun was down as well as their inhibitions. It was called I can get you off with just my…The object was to pick one object or body part to use to get the other all hot and bothered. Bonus points if you made your partner actually come with just the chosen object or body part alone. B
Over the next couple of weeks, it certainly wasn’t all rainbows and cuddles following the airing of the dirty laundry in the penthouse, but Amberleigh could definitely feel a shift in the atmosphere. No longer so tense and secretive, it just felt lighter and not so fucking stifling. There was a more openness among them which she was grateful for. Less conversations stopped when she entered the room. And in turn, she learned several things without having to resort to breaking and entering and spying. Well it certainly also helped when you now spent most nights in the bed of the man you once creeped on. Pillow talk and late-night confession were the best she’d come to find many times over. For example, to the outside world Cole Godwin was a hardened man who carried around a black notebook to keep tabs on shit you done to use against you at some point. Also rumored among his employees to be an alcoholic who got the shakes towards the end of the day and too much of a worka
Amberleigh let Grayson and Leo have their moment before she decided to take back control of the conversation and steer it back on course. Her bladder was about to explode, her stomach felt like it was beginning to eat itself, and she still had several other terms to discuss regarding her arrangement. She cleared her throat, “Excuse me gentleman. It does matter Grayson. Stop living like a man without fuckin’ consequences. And start living like a man with something to lose. Stop being so selfish and think about how your bad choices affects the people who love you.” “Fine, I’m listening. So, I get how your terms benefit me, but tell me Amber, what’s in it for you?” he posed. “Well besides the pleasure of your company, the main drawl has to be the use of your private chef,” she grinned and Leo chuckled, “and of course that two million you promised me G-Man. It should be chump change to you. I agree to be your surrogate, but on my terms.”
Amberleigh stood frozen on the threshold of the master suite. Leo gave the billionaire another shake before he felt for a pulse on his friend’s neck. To Amber, it was like watching a fucking bad movie, disconnected and in another world entirely. At least until Leo turned to look at her and the fear was clear in his eyes. But when he spoke, his words came out strong and unwavering. “I can’t wake him up. And his breathing is too slow. Help me move him to the floor.” Amber snapped out of her daze and ran across the room where Leo was already grabbing Grayson under the shoulders. She grabbed his limp legs and helped Leo heave the dead weight onto the floor. He was solid and heavy as fuck. Grayson didn’t so much as twitch or move. Still. Almost lifeless if not for the slow rise and fall of his chest. “Maybe we should move him to the bed instead?” she suggested. Leo was already down on his knees arranging his friend on the
Amberleigh stood frozen on the threshold of the master suite. Leo gave the billionaire another shake before he felt for a pulse on his friend’s neck. To Amber, it was like watching a fucking bad movie, disconnected and in another world entirely. At least until Leo turned to look at her and the fear was clear in his eyes. But when he spoke, his words came out strong and unwavering. “I can’t wake him up. And his breathing is too slow. Help me move him to the floor.” Amber snapped out of her daze and ran across the room where Leo was already grabbing Grayson under the shoulders. She grabbed his limp legs and helped Leo heave the dead weight onto the floor. He was solid and heavy as fuck. Grayson didn’t so much as twitch or move. Still. Almost lifeless if not for the slow rise and fall of his chest. “Maybe we should move him to the bed instead?” she suggested. Leo was already down on his knees arranging his friend on the
After their moment of solidarity, Leo said those magic words to Amberleigh any girl longs to hear. “Are you hungry? I saw you left your dinner untouched on the counter. Let me feed you.” She grinned at the chef, “Mr. Clemonte, could you get any more perfect? You know me so well.” “Well let’s take care of this right away Miss Dubois. I can whip you something up. You can join me in the kitchen or I can serve you dinner in bed…” She knew he didn’t mean it in a sexual way, but it still made her heart beat a little faster indeed. Grayson had never delivered on his promise of dessert after all. And she was fucking starving. But Leo’s food was on par with sex no doubt. Well almost, depending on who was doing the feasting that is. “Let me wash my face and I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” “Sounds like a plan. I’ll go get started and I can assure you, you won’t be disappointed Miss Dubois.”
Amberleigh was feeling the buzz of the vodka as she made her way to her room clutching the bottle like it was a lifeline. And she surely needed it to get through tonight. She was going to drink until she couldn’t think about a fucking thing. Until she was nothing but numb and happy. God knew she needed it tonight to forget all this heavy shit. She took another drink from the bottle as she eyed her half-packed suitcases adorning the bed. Thoughts of the billionaire and his unfortunate situation were still barging into her pounding skull. The remedy she held in her hands. She sucked down more of the bottled salvation as she staggered towards her bed. She suddenly felt fucking exhausted. She allowed herself to collapse upon her bed making sure not to lose the bottle she hugged to her chest next to her heart. She remembered the sound of Grayson’s steady heartbeat, but for how much longer would it beat? She took another drink. Amber fell int