Amberleigh walked over to the sound system and laughed as she turned on a lively circus tune. That also seemed to help break the ice with Ethan along with her juggling her sex toys she pulled from her bag. He had a nice laugh, cute even, and she wanted to eat that boy up. But she had to be slow and patient with this one. So, she began to dance in front of his chair. She dropped it low, then came back up, giving him a view of her ass. She danced all the way over to her bag while she pulled her next novelty out. She ripped her top off with a well-practiced maneuver, and applied some red balls over her nipples, her hips keeping time to the music while she did so. She could hear his heavy breathing while he watched and waited to see what she would do next. When she turned around, she was holding some cotton candy. She ran the stick of pure fluffed sugar down the swell of her breasts, across her flat abdomen as she walked closer to him.     &nb

As Grayson read over the girl’s file in his lap, he nursed another tumbler of scotch, and for the hundredth time debated what the fuck he was doing. And not just here in this sex club, awaiting the first meeting with the hooker he’d chose to be his surrogate, but also with his life in general. How many other twenty-four-year old’s were the vice president of a multi-billion dollar company, and couldn’t fucking sleep at night? How many others at his age faced this type of pressure, not just the unrealistic demands of his father, but also the fate of millions in this country who relied on the railroad like a lifeline? It was almost too much at times. It was too fucking much at times. It had been many years since his life was his own. And several, since he could last remember being happy. He’d wished more than once that he would have been born to middle class parents, that he could just be a normal twenty-something who could work a job just to live, not live to work, th

Amberleigh finally unfolded herself and slipped off him. His eyes were closed and he had a serene expression on his face. She laid next to him and began to caress his body as she spoke.                “That was amazing Frat Boy. I can still feel your cum deep inside me...”               He opened his eyes and gave her a shit eating grin, “It’s been a while. You’re fuckin’ amazing. Can I come see you again?”                “Of course you can sugar. Just ask for Ivy and they'll know where to find me. And keep that tip tonight to take out some hot, sorority girl who will snag your ass up.”                 He chuckled, his hand skimming up and down her bare arm. His touch gave her goosebumps. She felt

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