I got to my apartment as late as three in the morning and I was so exhausted that I could hear my bed calling my name the closer I got to it. It took me a while to find my keys in my purse, seeing as it was full of money but I got it and went inside. I could hear some noises coming from my small living room and it sounded like moaning. I immediately knew who was making the noise and when I switched the lights on, what I saw was not fit for anyone’s eyes.
“Ken, how many times have I told you that if you want to suck your boyfriend’s cock in my house, to do it in your room?” I shielded my eyes from seeing it.“So sorry, Cherry. I didn’t think you’d be back today,” Kendra replied as she got off her knees and wiped the spittle from her lips.“Just because you didn’t think I’d be back today doesn’t make it okay for you to mess up my couch…again! Do you have any idea how much it cost me to get that shit off the last time?”“Maybe it’s best if I go, babe,” Lardon said as he did the zipper of his pants.“Yeah, get the hell out of here, Lard,” I yelled at him as he scurried out of my house.“You didn’t have to be so mean to him,” Kendra told me.“You know how I feel about Lardon. I don’t understand why you’re still seeing that deadbeat. You keep going back to him when anyone with a brain cell can see that he’s bad for you. What is he offering you that no other guy can?”“He’s very skilled with his tongue,” Kendra joked but I didn’t find it funny.“Well, when he breaks your heart again, don’t come crying to me,” I said and made for my room. My bed was still screaming my name and Kendra’s messy life and awful decision-making skills weren’t going to spoil my plans for a long-lasting sleep.“Our relationship is a lot more serious now,” She claimed.“How many times have I heard that before?” I asked rhetorically as I entered my room.“How was work tonight?” She asked.“I’ll tell you when I wake up,” And I slammed the door behind me.Like a speedster, I took off my tight clothes and uncomfortable heels and jumped into bed. I just needed to get some rest and after that, I could worry about everything else.You’re probably wondering who Kendra is and why she’s staying at my apartment and you’d be right to. When I first moved to this city six years ago, I didn’t know anybody and I didn’t have any money. I would have been sleeping out in the streets if it wasn’t for Kendra. She gave me a place to rest my head and found me a job. It was a crappy job but at least, it put food on the table.Kendra was an eccentric character when I first met her. If I’m being honest, she still is. But, disregard her flaws which include her excess use of hard drugs, her lack of decorum, class and basic manners, and the fact that she has probably sucked all the dicks in Manhattan and you’ll grow to love her just as I do because she’s a pretty great gal. She’s a loyal friend and she has a kind heart. She just needs to get her life in order and that idiot Lardon wasn’t helping matters at all.I bunked it out with her for an entire year until I met Cookie and decided to become a stripper. I started making real money and after only a few months, I had enough to get my own place and I moved out of Kendra’s. It didn’t take long before her messy life spiraled beyond control and she was evicted from her place. She came to me for help and of course, I told her she could stay for as long as she needed to figure things out. I probably shouldn’t have told her that because it’s been almost five years now and she’s still here but, you know, I’m not complaining; I love her company. One thing I would say that I don’t like is the fact that she’s turned my home into her personal whorehouse. I can only hope that she gets her shit together before I lose the little patience that I have left.*********The next day, the smell that woke me up from my intensely deep sleep felt unreal because it was wonderful. I could tell that it was food but there was no way that it was coming from my kitchen because the only other person that could be in there was Kendra and she doesn't know how to cook. Right?I got off my bed and went to look. What I saw was truly the most shocking thing that ever happened to me."Ken, what are you doing in here?" I asked drowsily, almost completely certain that I was dreaming."What does it look like, sleepyhead? I'm making you some breakfast," She said cheekily."When did you learn how to cook because all of this smells amazing?" I took a seat on one of the kitchen stools."I've always known how to cook, Cher, I just don't like doing it," She answered."Then, why are you doing it now?""Consider it a peace offering. My little way of saying sorry about Lardon last night,"She placed a plate of pancakes, bacon and eggs in front of me and I just couldn't believe my damn eyes. It smelled good and it looked good also; I just couldn't believe it."Go on! Dig in," Ken said with a weird smile on her face and that’s when I knew that she was up to something.I wanted to call her out and ask what it was that she really wanted but I was too hungry to do that and the food smelled too damn good. I grabbed a fork and dug into that plate with so much commitment, you’d think I was starving.“It’s good, right?” Ken asked and leaned in closer.“It’s great! Now, spit it out. What do you want?” I finally caved.“What?!” Kendra pulled back and began laughing nervously, “I just made you some breakfast. What makes you think that I want anything?”I stared at her without blinking for about ten seconds and that weak shit broke like the weak shit that she was.“Fine! If you must know, I would like your help concerning a little something,”“And what’s that?” I asked with a mouth full of bacon.“Two hundred dollars,” She said and held out my purse.“What are you doing with my purse?” I asked and snatched it out of her hands.I asked what but truthfully, I already knew what the answer was going to be!“I checked in on you last night while you were asleep and I noticed that it was a little open and so, I helped you close it and during the process, I saw the money. I take it you had a very good night at the office,” She flexed her brows at me. “Yes, I had a good night and my purse was not a little open. What do you even need two hundred dollars for?” I asked.“It’s not for drugs, okay. Well, technically it is but it’s for the drugs that I’ve already used. My dealer’s been asking for me to pay what I owe and he’s getting a little too on edge and I want to settle him so things don’t get messy,” Kendra said.“Fine,” I said, even surprising myself, “I’ll give you the money so you can pay off your debt but God so help you, Ken, if you get more drugs on credit, I’m not going to bail you out again, girl. I’m serious Ken, you’ve got to quit that stuff,” “I will, I promise and thank you so much,” I took out the wad from my purse and gave her two hundred dollars. Ken excitedly took the mone
So, there we were. Seated by the table, face to face, ready to talk business and I was very eager to hear what he had to offer. A part of me was certain that whatever he had to offer would one way or another involve something sexual and I was prepping to give him a stern talking-to and tell him to piss off and shove whatever ludacris amount of money he was planning to offer me up his arse."I'm so glad that you accepted my invitation and came here to hear me out, Cherilyn," He said with a hospitable and yet intimidating aura within his voice.Usually, I tell people immediately to not call me by my birth name but for some reason, I didn't say it to him. I don't know if it was because I didn't need to or maybe it was because I was scared to. At this point, I just wanted to know one thing; I wanted to know who the fuck this man was and what he fucking wanted with me."Before we get into…business, could you at least tell me your name?" I asked him because apart from what his assistant c
"What?" I asked as I snapped out of my daydream, "What?" I asked again, unsure of what he had said."I asked you if you didn't have a problem with that," He said but I was still lost."A problem with what?" "Being my escort," He said.Escort? What did he mean by that? I needed more information and I didn't want him to realize that I had not been paying attention this entire time because I was daydreaming about his fingers in my pussy so I came up with a way to spin the conversation."What else does being your escort entail?" I asked and waited for him to provide more details."Well, I'm going to be in New York for about seven months and as my escort, your job is to accompany me to several events as my date. I'll be attending several galas, fundraisers, posh parties and things of that nature and you'll come with me to them. Having a beautiful woman like you in my arms at these events will be good for my public image and it will induce a certain feel about me in the eyes and minds of m
"Where is she?"That seemed to be a reoccurring question that I always seem to be asking complete strangers for the past five years whenever Kendra gets into one of her usual messes. "She's right over there," The person who called me with her phone said.She led me through the crack house to where Kendra was and the sad shit that I saw enroute was the saddest shit I'd seen in a long time; and that's saying something because I've literally seen men cry when they see me take my top off and THAT was sad but it was nothing compared to this.So many young men and women were almost lifeless on the bare floors, high on hard drugs, drenched in booze, covered in their own vomit and just flat-out wasting their lives in this nut house. I mean, I understand wanting to have a good time but this was next level insanity and more than anything, I wanted to get Kendra and get the hell out of this awful place."Right there!" The woman pointed after we turned the corner.And sure enough, there was Kend
The next morning got off to a pretty rocky start with me and Kendra. I woke up before her and I decided to make breakfast for the both of us. I was in the kitchen eating when I heard her moving around inside her bedroom. I wanted to make peace with her so we could move on from all the unpleasantness of the other day and get back to being friends so I decided to be the first to apologize for everything I said to her.She came out and judging by the way she was walking, she wasn't completely sobered up just yet. She walked over to the kitchen sink and opened the tap over a cup. She drank the water so quickly that I was scared she was going to choke on it."Hi," I said awkwardly to her."Hi, there," she replied without looking at me."You hungry? I made waffles and got some of that juice that you like," I said and pointed at the table, inviting her to join me."What flavour?" She asked."Red mango; freshly made," I replied, "Would you like some?""Sure, what the hell!"Kendra sat down rig
It was a new day and I was back in the same conference room of the Wallace Hotel where I had my first meeting with Malcolm. He wasn’t here yet but I was informed by his assistant that he was on his way so I readied myself for when he would show up so I could demand some changes to the contract.I wore a much longer dress this time, one that didn’t show any cleavage – that was how badly I wanted to remain focused because the way he looked at me the last time made me super horny and my attire had a major role to play in that. I was ready to put my foot down and nothing was going to stop me.I was there for a few minutes before I heard some noises coming from outside the door. Thankfully, the walls of the conference room were made of see-through glass and when I looked through them, I saw him! He was suited up just as he was on our first meeting and just like then, I could feel my heart rate rising the closer he got.“What the hell is wrong with you, Cherry? Get a hold of yourself, you h
Malcolm's POV "Take it or leave it," she said to me.I have been to many parts of the world and have hired many beautiful women to escort me during my travels but not a single one of them has been this difficult during the contract signing. I wanted her to be close by so our movements could be seamless and free of complications but, she had her mind set on staying at her place and it didn't seem like she intended to back down."Fine! You can stay at your place. Whenever I need you, I'll let you know a day before and send my driver to pick you up. Does that meet your demands?" I asked."Yes, it does," she answered with a hint of a pompous smile.If this woman thinks that she'd get her way every time with me, then she's in for a rude awakening."Is that all? Is there anything else you want to address?""Yes...My payment," she said bluntly, "I'm escorting you for three months, right?"I nodded affirmatively."And it says in the contract that you don't want me stripping within this period
Cherry's POVSo, the contract had been officially signed and I was now under the employment of the mysterious Malcolm Balogun. I was his escort now but, I still had a day to be my own woman and not have to bend to the rules of any man. I intended to go all out! In many ways, this Saturday was going to be like a bachelorette party; one last hurrah to do the things that I want before I "tie the knot" and become restricted.I left the Wallace Hotel without a pit in my stomach, unlike the first time. This time, I had gotten what I wanted and I had shown him what I was made of. Now, he knew that I wasn't going to be a little bitch-like dog that would just lay down and take his commands whenever he uttered them. Friday night was party night for Ken and I. We took the liberty of ordering some food to my place, invited some of my girls from work over, got some booze and partied through the night - all this was sponsored by the billionaire, of course. He gave me his card to get clothes, and I