Novels by Alberto

Smoke curled from his lips as he sat in the club lounge enjoying the view of naked women dancing, and occasionally, he would throw a wand of cash on them. Two ladies descended from the strip pool towards him. He tapped both asses, spraying money on them as they twerked before him. Tatoos dotted their bodies. Zara was bored at her stand. He caught a glimpse of her from his seat and walked toward the bar grabbing a drink and signaling at her to join him in the private room. She looked sexier than usual in a dark lingerie bodysuit, a red wig and high heel boots. “Hey!” she said, closing the door. He gulped his whiskey in the tumbler. Dropped his cigar and tapped the cushion for her to sit beside him. Zara sat shyly, her movement and gestures were overly girly. “You asked to see” she saidHe nodded. “Yeah. It’s about time we come to terms”“Terms?” she asked, her face slightly puzzled “What do you want for yourself”, he asked with a deep concern.Zara heaved a sigh, “What do I reall

Nat descended from his Cadillac Escalade, draped in a black suit and sunglasses. He walked into the reception of the towering Wolfe group building. His secretary Margaret welcomed him “Morning Nat” she wore a blue suit, had a low-cut and big glasses with a scarf on her neck that made her look slightly like an air hostess. She was busty and wide hipped. Nat had tapped her once, twice in the coffee room but that was a long time ago. The memory dissolved into nothingness. She looked like Amber Rose. “Morning Paula” was his response“What’s my day like?” he asked. He began walking while she tried to catch up with his pace explaining his details for the day.“A meeting with the board at 10 and I scheduled 5 appointments to come after that”. “Cancel all my appointments” he said briskly. “Won’t be available for them today”“But Sir—“He cut in sharply. “You heard me”“Yes sir” she typed into her Ipad. “And for the board meeting get the shareholders ready. I’d be seeing them now”.The me

She woke up beside him in his luxury penthouse apartment which had been flush with soft ambient lightning. The duvet above them covered their nakedness. “Gosh! he destroyed me!” she said, as she got up still yawning from tiredness.She sat there reminiscing.While he drove her to his house in his Lamborghini Urus, he had ordered her to suck his dick. “Again?” she asked, surprised and bewildered but he had already unbuckled his trousers and she was slurping on it. In his apartment, he took off her clothes, went across the minibar and brought out a bottle of champagne. He sipped it and gave it to her. She did same as he hoisted her up the table, spreading her legs like a sin, tearing her pant to eat her vagina. She moaned from the delicious raw pleasure of his tongue work. She nastily poured the champagne down her body that it fell to his tongue as he licked it off her. “Turn around” he told her “Yes daddy!” she obeyed himHe took off her dress off fully. Spanking her, once, twice

Sin city was just as the name implied. An onomatopoeia of its truth. The most popular strip club in Manhattan. The room was dark with the neon glow of colored nights, red on the strip pool showcasing silhouettes of naked women. Zara had arrived for her night shift as bar girl. She was olive-skinned, tall with brown eyes that pierced in its gazes.“Here comes the queen” her boss teased. She was fat and looked worldly. “I’m sorry ma’am, had a little crisis”.“Bitch you shut the fuck up”. “Ma’am”She cut in again. “I said you need to be ready to shut the fuck up”.“What time is it?” she asked Zara glanced at her phone. “It’s past 8”. “What time you supposed to be here?”“Who you talking to Keisha?”. The top stripper who charged the highest price walked in and asked. Her name was Body, she was naked except for a thin strap thong suit. Her blue wig and outlandish lashes on her light skinned face. Her body overly curved with the obviousness of BBL surgery. “Yea, bitch. “This whore b

“My boss would not allow me to rest! He’s a monster”, Zara proclaimed to her best friend sitting beside her on her bed frame.“Why? What does he want?” came Isla’s reply.“He uses me like a toy, and when he’s done, he dumps his salty climax in my mouth” she said.Isla squinted her eyes, struggling to grasp. Her suspicion battled her naive innocence. “He fucked me 3 times in one night. My vagina still bleeds from his cactus. I fear I might be pregnant” she sighed. She looked helpless. She stretched her legs in the bed, now laying down. Isla was charged with a subtle rage. “He raped you?” she asked “No” Zara smirked. “It was rough but somehow exactly what I needed. It felt out of the blue but I enjoyed it” she said.“Cause he has an almighty golden penis?”Zara smiled naughtily. “Yes” she said. “A golden penis that destabilizes your brain. I belong to him, to his loins”. She pulled over the duvet and closed her eyes. Isla stood there, lost in a gauzy bewilderment. It appeared her