The elevator dinged when it reached the one hundred and forty-ninth floor. Someone had pocketed Tio’s money, not that Amberleigh gave a fuck. These elevators were used by club staff only, and when Amber stepped off, she ran into a bouncer at the entrance to the ballroom. VIPs were escorted up here by an elevator operator, as not just anyone had access to this level for the elite clientele.
She recognized the dude guarding the door. Ki was his name and he wasn’t the talking or fucking sort unfortunately. He was fine though, with skin like dark chocolate she longed to taste, hair in tight and tidy corn rows, and just the right amount of muscle. Ki wore a wedding band on his finger and had a daughter. His wife must have been gorgeous and The Cobra Club paid well. It was nice to see monogamy and closed marriages still existed.
But Ki let her in through the barrier no questions asked, another perk of being a club favorite. She immediately began to scope the place out. The
It took Amberleigh about twenty minutes to slip into her costume, freshen up, touch up her makeup, and gather her toys. When she was a good as she was ever going to get with the face God had given her –by way of a drug addicted mother with meth sores who fucked her dealer and got knocked up – she strutted down to the senator’s private suite with her baton in hand. She pounded on the door loudly with her stick. The senator didn’t even open his own door. He had a personal assistant for that. But she could work with this. She had to stay in character after all. She slapped the baton against her palm as she spoke to the bored looking twenty-something dark-haired man at the door. “I’m here about a noise complaint against Senator Berkshire.” The assistant didn’t speak, but simply opened the door wider to allow her to enter. He exited the door and closed it behind him. It didn’t seem to faze the man that he’d followed his charge to a sex club and was now letti
By the time Amberleigh sprinted to her room with her stilettos in hand, Ebony was sprawled naked across her bed. She rolled over a pile of money and dropped it all across her glistening body. She had already redone her make-up and touched up her hair, her gold bodysuit for her shift lying on the floor by the bed. “Do you have to roll your dirty ass across my bed?” Ebony chuckled, “You sure as hell weren’t complaining about it last year when you said you were swearing off dick outside of work.” Amber rolled her eyes. She and Ebony had had their fun, but they were much better as friends rather than lovers. And Amber still preferred a hard dick inside her at the end of the day, though at The Cobra Club you had to cater to pussy and dicks. Equal opportunity employment, gender equality after all. Every Goddess and Page underwent several weeks of training before they earned their place and were given the privilege to serve customers. Some didn’t make
By the time Amberleigh and Ebony returned to the Rainbow Room, it had nearly become standing room only. It was like one pulsating mass of bodies as the DJ spun a sick beat. A Page was standing atop the bar spraying alcohol down into the crowd, like a wet t-shirt contest, and a patron was up on the bar being a Goddess for the night as she danced topless among them. Amber could remember many drunken bar counter dances from her own life. She and Ebony made their way through the waves of bodies smelling of liquor, boob sweat, and hormones. They relieved fellow Goddesses’ Katia and Nadia from their posts. Katia had moved from the silk to her hoops suspended from the ceiling, and Nadia had been doing her juggling routine, though marks watched the way her huge bare breasts jiggled rather than the balls in her hands. Nadia was a shit contortionist, but an average juggler. She was certainly more of a novelty act rather than actual talent because her breasts were fucking ginor
The Head Goddess of the floor brought Amberleigh some ice and told her to go get cleaned up. That was certainly gonna leave a mark and her face was still tender from that fucker Tio. At least Ebony had called a truce of sorts and slid down to the ground to check on her friend. Amber assured the other girl she was fine and promised she would be back to the floor soon. She refused to let something like a busted lip knock her ass out of the game. Amber took thirty minutes to ice up her face and then touch up her makeup before she was back out in all her glory. She got down to business doing moves horny pervs fantasized about the night after they took their kids to the circus. But here at this circus, perverts were welcomed and encouraged. Within reason anyway. Amber had heard rumors the club had underage workers, had seen some teenagers here and there, but didn’t want to believe the place, which had been so good to her, was selling children for sex. That stuff was k
Amberleigh walked over to the sound system and laughed as she turned on a lively circus tune. That also seemed to help break the ice with Ethan along with her juggling her sex toys she pulled from her bag. He had a nice laugh, cute even, and she wanted to eat that boy up. But she had to be slow and patient with this one. So, she began to dance in front of his chair. She dropped it low, then came back up, giving him a view of her ass. She danced all the way over to her bag while she pulled her next novelty out. She ripped her top off with a well-practiced maneuver, and applied some red balls over her nipples, her hips keeping time to the music while she did so. She could hear his heavy breathing while he watched and waited to see what she would do next. When she turned around, she was holding some cotton candy. She ran the stick of pure fluffed sugar down the swell of her breasts, across her flat abdomen as she walked closer to him. &nb
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
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