Jessie was startled. Her eyes bulged when she heard about the amount. She even had the urge to pinch herself to check if she was dreaming.Am I hallucinating? Jessie thought to herself.Jessie looked at him again. Well, if it’s true…Two thousand dollars a week to take off her clothes for this sexy man?I just couldn’t believe it. There had to be a catch, and she thought to herself while looking at him with unmasked caution.“Why do you need a stripper? Why not have your fiancée strip for you?” Jessie asked curiously and worriedly.Marco smiled then again, showing his pearl white teeth. He must have realized a long time ago that his smile has a big impact on her.He then pulled out his phone and showed Jessie a picture of his fiancée from it. Unsurprisingly, the fiancé was white, of course, petite, sweet. Blond hair. Green eyes.Jessie felt a pang of envy, bu

When Marco walked inside of his place, he felt a sudden ease. After spending the night with Chloe and dealing with her shit, it felt good to go home to be with his new friend.For Marco, Jessie was a really great girl, and she just hadn’t been afforded many opportunities. It was a weird decision, but he was happy to help her out, but he felt like a cad, offering to pay her to be his stripper.In fact, he could just ignore her situation. After all, it was none of his business. But Marco doesn’t know what came over him.He had always wanted to go to a strip club but just hadn’t gotten to it. And when he saw Jessie at her workplace, something about her made Marco want her. There was a part of him that wanted to eat her up.Of course, he could not tell that he wanted her to work as a sex slave. Marco was also not sick like that. It was also against his principles to take advantage of someone just because they badly needed the money.H

Jessie twirled around the pole, spreading her legs. She stopped in midair, and he caught a gander of her mound.Marco felt his erection getting even more intense and hit his joint hard. She closed out her performance by landing on the floor in a split, the lovely orbs of her ass cheeks wowing him.“I’m gonna take an intermission, and you can move to the Champagne Room,” she said, making him hard even more hard if that was possible.The song ended, and he definitely had her in mind. Marco took my champagne glass and drained it, then took his joint into the Champagne Room, smiling at the thought that he even owned a Champagne Room.He walked into the chilled, darkroom and switched on the light. A soft, sensual lavender glow emitted, and he took a seat on the plush velvet ottoman and waited.Marco couldn’t wait to see what Jessie would do next. He took a hearty drag of his joint and enjoyed it, waiting his surprise.Just

His day at the office was boring as usual. Marco hated being a carbon copy of his dad, but keeping the business in the family was all that mattered to his father, that and controlling Marco as well, of course.Marco longed to spend his days doing what he loved the most, capturing natural beauty on film. He has quite the gifted eye, and being a photographer has been his dream forever, but instead of pursuing his dream, he threw himself into his work, making quite a nest egg for himself in a short time, much to his dad’s delight. One day, he shall try his hand at photographing, well, someday. Around lunchtime, his secretary buzzed and said that Chloe was on her way in.Shit, he thought. He really didn’t care to be bothered with Chloe right now, for he had Jessie on his mind. Marco was right in the middle of arranging to trade in the Audi. He promised her something spicier when Chloe walked into his office as if she owns the place and has

The noises of a different city filled May’s mind with doubt. She had made a decision, but the night filled her with uncertainty, and her mind was constantly sending the ideas of a possible mistake in her direction. But she had already suffered in a terrible relationship before. She was letting that reality attack her again would be foolish, at least. The only possibility for her was to realize that strange idea and get rid of that arranged marriage.At 35, May was a desirable woman, tall and slender with defined curves that attracted the eyes of the men around her. Still, even so, in the circles of high society where her family thrived, May was a leftover woman. Everyone behind her back called her spinster, and her parents could not allow that image to spread, so they took action on the matter.Just remembering it, May lost control. The idea that her parents would again choose who she was going to marry took her breath away, so she had decided on a plan. If she g