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 called him, I didn't know any other name."My apologies! My name is Malcolm; Malcolm Balogun," He said with a smile that was quite charming.I mean, I was literally charmed by it because he was such a beautiful man and he made my stomach churn, in a good way."How did you get my full name?" That just slipped out and it came out with a bit of hostility."I'm a billionaire, Miss Cherilyn. I can find out whatever it is I wish to know," He said with a bit of arrogance."I see! You're not from around here, are you, Malcolm?" I asked, abandoning that subject for another while retaining my poker face."No, I am not. I do have a home here but I'm currently in New York for some business and I'll be here for a few months," He said."Just a few months, huh? Then, why have you asked me to come here? What is it you want?" I asked bluntly.I looked down and spotted two binders with documents in them on the table, one placed in front of him and the other placed in front of me. I looked at those binders and the first thing that came to mind was the scene from "Fifty Shades Of Grey" when Christian and Anastasia discussed the terms of their sexual relationship. Thinking about that scene made me so hot between my thighs that a small part of me was kinda hoping that this meeting was going to go the same way it did in the movie."I've asked you to come here today because as I've said, I have a business proposition for you," Malcolm said."I'm listening," I replied, sustaining eye contact while keeping a poker face."Well, it's quite simple, Miss Cherilyn," He started getting out of his seat, "Since last night, after your show, you're all I've been able to think of,"He had a finger on the table and he slid it across as he walked around the table, slowly heading to where I was. I knew where this was going but I just sat there silently, frozen in my seat, waiting for him to reach me and I didn't understand why."Your…artistry on that pole put a lot of dirty thoughts in my head; thoughts that I want to perform with you,"He reached me and his masculine scent filled my nostrils and it was like a drug that paralyzed me even more than I already was. I wasn't thinking with my head anymore; no, I was thinking with my lady parts and they were craving his fingers so badly that it hurt. Malcolm stood behind my chair and gently placed his surprisingly soft hands on my shoulders and began to massage them with so much expertise, you'd think he was a masseur.He massaged me more intently and let his hands slide down my neck, causing his fingers to brush against the top of my breasts. I was so hot for him that my nipples were threatening to burst out of my tight dress. He brought his mouth to my left ear and his hot breath tingled with such an erotic sensation that a moan escaped my pressed lips."I want you to please me and I want to please you as well," He whispered underneath his breath, "Would you like that?"Before I could answer, he spun my seat around so we would be facing ourselves. I still just sat there, unable to move and to be honest, I didn't want to."Would you like me to please you, Cherilyn?" He asked again.I so badly wanted to say Yes but the word just couldn't leave my tightened lips so I nodded at the question. He smiled when he got my response and he bent down in front of me. He placed his hands on my thighs, against my dress so I couldn't feel his hands on my skin yet, and they began to drift from the fabric of my dress to the skin of my lap. Those soft fingers felt like magic and I was already soaking wet.He took one hand and moved it around my thigh and within the open bottom of my dress. While he did this, he never once broke eye contact; it was almost like his eyes were the reason I couldn't move, the reason I couldn't breathe, the reason I didn't want to leave, the bait that had me drowning and the stimulant that her my libido rising. My throat was so parched and dry but there was nothing dry about the kitty between my legs. His hand began to slide up this time, slowly approaching my throbbing vagina, feeling with anticipation and insatiable need to feel him touch me down there.Just as his fingers were about to make contact, I heard his voice echoing in my head and I drifted out of my horny mind, back into reality."Did you hear me, Miss Cherilyn?" Malcolm asked from the other side of the table and I completely froze for a second there."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
As I stared at myself in the mirror in the girls’ dressing room, it was obvious that I wasn’t as focused as I needed to be for my last show in a few months. I was doing my makeup by myself and I was fucking it up.“Damn it,” I yelled before tossing the eyeliner to the other side of the room.At that point, I didn’t even know what I was truly upset about. There were a handful of things that were making me cranky; the fact that I was leaving Sweet Cookies Swinging, the fact that Malcolm would soon be my boss, and the fact that my mother was back into my life and there was nothing I could do to get her to leave. It was all a little overwhelming and it was killing my mood.“Hey there, Red. Someone’s looking a little down,” Cookie said from behind me, “...and your makeup looks goddamn awful. Did you get a blind chicken to draw on those brows?”Red - Cookie only ever called me Red when she knew that something was bothering me. She pulled up a chair and sat in front of me. She took the makeup
As I rolled around in bed, I could feel a set of hands stroking my hair softly, and I could hear a soft voice shushing me, trying to get me to relax. I assumed that it was Kendra keeping me company after what happened in the club on Saturday, seeing as it had been difficult to enjoy my sleep since it happened. She had been sleeping in my bed and would always wake up beside me, and I welcomed her company wholeheartedly. “There, there, baby. It’s all alright,”Though I was still sleepy, it was already morning and I wasn’t that deep a sleeper. I heard the voice that was sweet talking me and I knew immediately whose voice it was; it wasn’t Kendra’s.I opened my eyes and saw Jolene sitting in my bed, holding on to me like she actually cared about me. For a few seconds, it felt nice to have my mother being a mother to me, but then I remembered our history and it reminded me that I couldn’t trust her.“What the fuck are you doing in my bed, Jo?” I asked, rolling out of my mattress as quickl