Amberleigh made an effort to sleep, but she spent most of her time chasing it, much in the way an addict would chase their next high. Elusive, and when she was able to fall asleep for a bit, it didn’t last long enough, and she found no relief in it. That used to be her life, back in the days of weed and pain pills she would crush and snort. But now she got her high in other ways.
Ebony wasn’t helping her situation either as her ass was hogging the bed. Luckily, her friend slept until the sun went down. By that time, Amber had already showered, eaten a shit ton of comfort foods, packed her bags, and worked out her alibi. Ebony was bound to notice if she was missing for the next year. Maybe now the bitch would have a better chance of hooking a big fish if her toughest competition wasn’t around.
She’d also spent the day going over every possibility behind Grayson’s shady deal. He was secretly gay, had some horrible disease, a grotesque deformity under his clothes, a tin
Coming from someone who’d had things shoved into every orifice in their body, saying she felt violated meant a lot. Which is exactly the way Amberleigh described what came after Grayson Godwin’s driver picked her up outside the back entrance to the Cobra Club at precisely midnight. The driver was brisk and direct as he opened the back door for her in the black car. He placed her luggage in the trunk. A man of few words, and apparently no personality, as he informed her under Mr. Godwin’s orders he was transporting her directly to a medical facility. No more, no less. When she tried to get some details, he engaged in the silent game, eyes forward on the road. Well, that also brought back childhood memories, because many times her mother had treated Amber like she didn’t fucking exist. Amber watched the city passing by. They were in the clean, cheerful parts of Omega City where you could see your reflection in the gleam of the buildings and you didn’t have to keep a de
Over the next five hours, as Amberleigh was violated, she came up with a nice review to post on the web about the facility. Clean and inviting. Cookies top rate. All staff was professional, though unfortunately sadists. The exam table was heated so that’s a nice and unexpected touch. The gown was a bit flimsy though made of soft cotton. It seems cold hands and no personalities are a requirement of the job. Overall, I would give my experience a go fuck yourself and die you bastards rating. Amber was subjected to every medical test known to mankind it seemed. Luckily, she still liked Dr. Gainey when he gave her a complete head to toe physical exam. It even felt kind of nice when she bent over and touched her toes so he could feel her spine. It gave her a tingly, feel good feeling. She liked him less when he made her scoot her ass to the end of the exam table, and place her legs in those stirrups, before shoving that speculum up her cooch. It wasn’t that
It came as no surprise to Amberleigh that Grayson Godwin lived in one of the tallest skyscrapers in midtown Omega City. A monster of a building which seemed to spiral up towards Heaven, made of glass and white marble. It made sense one of the God’s of the city would reside in such a place. But was the billionaire trying to overcompensate for something huh? It also came as no surprise the driver didn’t speak to Amber on the way there. She tapped him on the shoulder and said “Good talk”, before he exited the car. He’d parked at the back entrance to Preeminence Tower. She was to remain a dirty, little secret snuck in the back door. There they were met by a middle- aged man in a crisp, black uniform, and impeccable shoes, presumably Mr. Godwin’s butler. “Miss Dubois, I’m Mr. Duvall, employed by Mr. Godwin. I’m here to escort you up to the penthouse and handle your luggage.” Amber was inclined to tell him she could handle her own luggage, but by
The guest suite Mr. Duvall showed Amberleigh to was not too shabby itself. But she found it hard to take in its beauty and elegance as she was irked. Sure, Amber knew coming here wasn’t going to be like some romcom full of romance, flowers, and steamy sex, well at least she’d hoped for the steamy sex bit. She didn’t give a fuck about the romance really. But cold, emotionless, business only contract thing, well Grayson fucking Godwin had that down pat. The butler set her suitcases on the white marbled floor, before asking Amber if she needed anything, and then excusing himself from the room. She eyed her new digs, her home for the next year. The wallpaper was vintage black and white flowers, the canopied bed was four posted with a rough antique look. Flowers and cherubs were carved into the headboard. These cherubs and flowers also continued up on the ceiling engraved in the crown moldings. Were Heavenly things about to happen in that bed? Or something devilish?
Amberleigh popped her head out her bedroom door and made sure the coast was clear before she exited. Luckily, the white plush slippers she wore made her footfalls across the marbled floor fall quietly. She didn’t want to run into any members of Mr. Godwin’s staff, though many probably were not on the job yet this morning as it was only creeping towards half past six. She first tried her luck at the den, but much to her disappointment, Grayson was no longer there. She just hoped he hadn’t left for the office just yet. Amber didn’t know the layout of the penthouse, but luckily she heard voices echoing from what turned out to be the kitchen. She tiptoed down the hall. Amber held her breath as she peered into the kitchen, flattening herself the best she could near a white archway. The kitchen was gorgeous of course. Clean, and crisp, also with an antique feel. The walls were a canary yellow, bright and cheerful. Distressed, white cabinets, large farmhouse style sinks whi
Amberleigh figured she had plenty of time to figure out what the fuck was going on, and perhaps Leo would prove to be a valuable source of info if she played her cards right. Get chummy with the chef, Grayson’s obvious friend and confidante, and learn how to cook, kill two birds with one stone and all that shit. For now, she would bide her time, play her moves carefully, and might as well have some fucking fun while doing so. So, Amber made a noisy entrance to the kitchen as if she’d only just arrived. Bouncing her hips as if she were walking a catwalk during Fashion Week in New York. Grayson immediately looked up from his half-eaten breakfast. Oh he was good, as his mask was in place, though he clearly hadn’t expected to see her in his kitchen, and draped in only a bath robe. He was probably wondering if she was wearing anything underneath, good. The billionaire pulled his eyes away and back to his watch, as if he were uninterested. &nb
Grayson slipped into the backseat of the grey Lincoln Towncar awaiting him on the curb outside of Preeminence Towers. He barely acknowledged the driver to confirm his drop off location at Godwin HQ in downtown. His head was still up in his penthouse replaying that whole interaction with the whore he’d hired as his surrogate. And he couldn’t shake those images of the way her round ass flounced across the kitchen. Or the bounce of her generous breasts as she put her clothes back on. He was in trouble, in over his head with this mouthy one, and he fucking knew it. That girl was nothing but trouble with a capital T. Why did she already insist on trying his patience and parading herself naked through his kitchen? She was crude with no respect and no decorum, yet he’d be a lying bastard if he claimed he’d hadn’t liked it a bit. That her body hadn’t excited him and overrode his senses at least temporarily. Temporary insanity was surely the reason he had allowed her to talk back and
Amberleigh slept like a dream, or more aptly like a princess in her silky, cashmere sheets and eye mask. She had the curtains pulled tight as well to block out the fall California sun. She woke up feeling refreshed, hungry, and wet between her legs as she’d dreamed of having an orgy with Grayson and his chef. It seemed that Leo wasn’t only good in the kitchen and Grayson wasn’t so cold in the bedroom. She just hoped her dream about the sultry beast between the sheets proved prophetic in real life and Grayson lit her pussy on fire. No time better than the present to test out that claw foot tub with the spray handle, all up close and personal like. She glanced at her watch, three p.m., well it was midnight somewhere dammit! Amber turned on some music to set the mood for herself. The bathroom was the shit, the walls were done up in that old subway tile, white with black accents. The shower was a glass, square box with all the brass plumbing exposed, the sink was the type built