Amberleigh put her shower cap on and jumped in the shower in an adjoining suite. She made sure to wash all her own naughty bits thoroughly. She wiped a towel across the steamed up bathroom mirror and glanced at her reflection. There was a nice bruise on her cheek and split lip, now even more engorged from Frat Boy’s lips against hers, and her lips navigating the geography of his body. Her battered face reminded her of old days back in The Fringe. Good times.
She laughed to herself at the sweet sentiments from a pussy-love-struck boy spoken during that post-coital bliss. Yes, she was a regular bleeding heart humanitarian who deserved better than working five nights a week in a high class brothel. Fuck that, she enjoyed her job, and had it better than most. Many people she knew from The Fringe would kill to be in her position (or more aptly positions) right about now. She hadn’t gone hungry or cold in five years and planned on keeping it that way.
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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