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
When Amberleigh returned to the Rainbow Room, she found that Ebony was working her silk rope again, so she got out her metal hoops and took her spot on the platform. As the metal hoops worked their way around and around her tight body, her mind also spun in circles. She considered the pros and cons of accepting Grayson Godwin’s shady offer. She had learned from the school of hard knocks, on the streets, and if something smelled like shit, even if it came in a pretty package with glitter, it often was shit. Too good to be true. Why the fuck would one of the richest men in the country need her to pop out a child for him? And was willing to pay her two million big ones, no questions asked, to do so? And what the fuck would she do all day in that high rise when she wasn’t fucking him? He no doubt put in long hours at the Godwin headquarters in downtown. That seemed to be a lot of idle time on her hands. She only went to the gym at the bare minimum, so fuck t
Ebony soon worked her way back to the ground wanting the juicy details about what occurred in the Godwin penthouse. She slinked down to the platform with a sexy ease and grace Amberleigh would never achieve. Amber attempted to ignore her friend as she made eye contact with an older businessman who had hair implants and Botox, though tastefully done. He sipped his rich man drink and eyed her from head to toe the way he would a yacht he intended to buy. Not a VIP since he was in the Rainbow Room, but he smelled of money like a fragrance he was wearing. “That was fucking fast,” said Ebony, “tell me everything bitch. Does Grayson Godwin got a dick the size of a yacht. Or more like a rowboat like his daddy?” “I’m just that good. Some things are better left up to the imagination. A lady never tells.” Ebony cackled, “So I take it as you were nothing spectacular then? He got lost in your cunt and needed the fucking Coastguard to rescue him.” Even though
Amberleigh purposely chose a suite she knew had a kick ass, ginormous, whirlpool tub. Sometimes some nice jets, strategically located, did half the work of getting marks worked up. Especially the women. Amber was glad to be a fucking woman, because let’s face it, females could get off multiple times in a row without needing any time to recharge. Any man who claimed he could go immediately again, was usually a fucking liar. Amber was glad she was born with a pussy, because men really didn’t get to have all the fun. As she led the malodorous mark into the suite, she began to fall into character. She giggled like a shy schoolgirl before she told him to take a seat on the bed. She turned on some pop music, the kind girls liked to sing and dance to. And what better song than the classic “Girls just want to have fun”. Amber decided to pretend like she was the only one in the room. She began to dance around and lip-sync to the music. Doing the type of s
After Amberleigh got herself off for the Birthday boy, she collected her two hundred dollar tip and was on her way. She got cleaned up and had to redo her hair and makeup before she hit the Rainbow Room to finish out her shift. Ebony was nowhere to be found and Amberleigh was glad for that. That way she didn’t have to lie to her friend about what had occurred in the Godwin suite. Just like driving on autopilot, she’d done her routines so many times, they required little conscious thoughts anymore. So, to those still partying it up in the Rainbow Room on the cusp of noon, Amber appeared to be giving it her all to help mark the clubs twentieth anniversary. Really, she was stuck in her head, living among her own thoughts about what her life would be for the next year under her unconventional contract with Grayson Godwin. Sure, he was hot as fuck, rich as sin, but he seemed so cold and emotionless during their brief first meeting. Sex didn’t have to be mind- blowing to m
Amberleigh had known exactly the way the meeting with the Head Goddess would go. She gave her a knowing smile, congratulated her, and reminded Amber what an opportunity and honor it was. And of course for the club, though she didn’t say that. But Amber could read between the lines. Her mama didn’t raise no fool. Well actually her mother hadn’t technically raised her, but whatever. The last time Amberleigh had seen her mother was when she was twelve and ran into her so strung out Krystal Dubois was crawling in the alley. By then the courts had terminated all her parental rights, and it’d been three years since their last court supervised visit. Amber helped her mother up off the ground and dumped her off at the crack house her mother was living in at the time. They talked for a few minutes, before Krystal asked her for money, then passed out on a couch that smelled suspiciously like pee. It seemed Krystal had aged twenty years and had gotten so thin Amber could see the poke o
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