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

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

Amberleigh had known exactly the way the meeting with the Head Goddess would go. She gave her a knowing smile, congratulated her, and reminded Amber what an opportunity and honor it was. And of course for the club, though she didn’t say that. But Amber could read between the lines. Her mama didn’t raise no fool. Well actually her mother hadn’t technically raised her, but whatever. The last time Amberleigh had seen her mother was when she was twelve and ran into her so strung out Krystal Dubois was crawling in the alley. By then the courts had terminated all her parental rights, and it’d been three years since their last court supervised visit. Amber helped her mother up off the ground and dumped her off at the crack house her mother was living in at the time. They talked for a few minutes, before Krystal asked her for money, then passed out on a couch that smelled suspiciously like pee. It seemed Krystal had aged twenty years and had gotten so thin Amber could see the poke o

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

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