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
Grayson Godwin emerged from his red-eye flight to La Guardia airport with a hell of a headache and feeling short tempered. It should have been a happy occasion as he was only six hours away from finding out the gender of his first child. But after a grueling day spent in meetings with lawyers and board members at Godwin Railroad, negotiating the sale of lands owned both privately and publicly, to expand the train’s railways, he was fucking done. His nerves shot and his tolerance for incompetence even less than usual. Just the sound of the adjacent businessman in first class, chewing and breathing loudly, had nearly made him cause a scene on the six-hour flight. And well, there was the fact of the matter, Grayson actually had little desire to become a single father at the age of twenty-three. A child was the last thing he fucking needed. He had little time outside of work to give it any attention for starters. He didn’t know shit about raising kids and didn’t live a
It was only ten p.m. and Amberleigh Dubois was pretty much drunk already. Perhaps that was the reason the bouncer looked hella good tonight. Usually, she found Tio’s steroid induced, over-muscled, (where you could count all his veins), physique a turn off. There was a fine balance between fuck me you muscled God, and back the fuck off Hulk. But after she threw back her fifth, no sixth or eighth shot of Tequila, she felt ready to go a round with Hulk between the sheets. Amber wasn’t entirely to blame for her serious lack of judgment tonight. It was the twentieth anniversary party of The Cobra Club after all and tonight the club had spared no expense. All its’ VIP guests were treated to a night of free booze and free fantasies, while its regulars experienced the best the club had to offer at half-price. New walk ins and first timers received their first ten minutes on t
The G-string shredded in Tio’s meaty fist, not that there had been much to it to begin with. Tio wasn’t the kissing sort, at least not on the lips, which was just fine with Amberleigh. She preferred not to kiss her clients and hook-ups on the mouth anyway. Tio shoved her dress up her thighs and began to feel the moistened cleft between her legs before he shoved a finger inside her. She began to stroke his cock. It strained against the tight fabric of his pants, just begging to be released. She quickly undid his belt and then the button, but before she could complete the task, Tio jerked down his pants impatiently. His cock sprang free and she eyed it with a lick of her lips. Not too shabby. “You like that don’t you bitch,” said Tio in his gravelly voice, “you wanna feel me slamming it into your warm, wet pussy don’t you?” “Fuck me Tio,” she replied. He smiled devilishly and continued to push his fingers in and out of her for several seconds more
Amberleigh was feeling good. Still riding the high from her hook up and the liquor running through her veins. Because it seemed her blood had turned to alcohol by the amount of it she’d consumed. She fell into a rhythm of the electronic club beat blasting through The Rainbow Room, moving her body in time, and often up against several fellow Goddesses and Pages. The place was lit, with more and more customers stumbling in by the minute. Their excitement and energy were catching and seemed to be a living thing felt throughout the room. The alcohol flowed like rain in Seattle. The customers mingled on the dance floor and at the bar, already eyeing a potential Goddess or Page they wished to book for a private session tonight. Those Goddesses and Pages also did the same, eyeing marks they would try and ensnare into their well-practiced traps. At precisely midnight, silver and gold confetti rained down upon the dancefloor to officially mark the beginning of the ni
Amber eyed the bar and debated if she should have another drink. She needed to be able to function in four hours, as tonight was a special night for the club. She decided to stick with water, as her body was already adorned with sweat. She needed to hydrate herself properly so she had enough energy to go from her three a.m. to noon shift. Her job was naturally high energy and high productivity. She made her way across the mass of moving bodies, the strobe lights casting spotlights here and there, and one patron already tripping out. He was shoving the other club goers in a panic and screaming. Some bouncers removed him seconds later and he disappeared through a side exit. He was unlikely to be the only one escorted out before the night was through. A fight or two would probably also break out in light of half- priced alcohol on this level. Amberleigh leaned her back up against the bar, an
Grayson hadn’t been all that surprised by having every orifice of his body swabbed so he could gain entry into The Cobra Club. Not even being the third richest man in the city was enough to get him out of the club’s stringent STI screenings. He’d also been expecting the finger poke to test a drop of his blood for other diseases too. He’d been warned by his best friend, and his cousin Spencer, about the entry process to get into the club. Even though he had no plans of fucking anyone here tonight, in order to even gain access to his family’s penthouse, he had to drop his pants and open his mouth to cooperate with the tech in the screening room. But being an elite had allowed him to bypass the line, through a back entrance discreetly, where none of the public saw him. His anonymity and request of discretion were also respected by the club staff who brought him up service corridors and hallways, so he was seen by as very few people as possible. And those who had laid eyes on hi
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
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