As we rode back to Malcolm's home, there was this different kind of tension in the air compared to when we first rode to the party earlier. The mood had surely shifted and I wasn't able to tell if he was mad at me or not. I was pretty certain that I hadn't done anything wrong just because I danced with someone at the party; someone who just so happened to be related to him. If anything, I'm the one who should be upset, seeing as he didn't inform me that his cousin was going to be at this event...or that he would be so sexy and charismatic.He didn't seem upset, judging from the look on his face but, he wasn't saying anything and he was barely looking at me. I was starting to hate it, and against my better judgement, I decided to say something about it."The party was quite good. It was exactly what I expected but I still had a good time, and you got yourself a new partner as well. Margaret was..," I wasn't sure how to describe her so I just said, "...quite the character. I see why you
Malcolm's POV..."Have you had dinner yet?" Omolola asked me on the phone."Yes, I have. I'm just about to do my evening exercises before I go to bed," I responded as I walked through the house shirtless."Make sure you take care of yourself, you hear? And come home soon, I've missed you terribly," she said."I've missed you too. I'll be home in three months, Lola. You already know this. Just be patient and the days will fly by before you know it.""I guess you're right. Alright, I have to go now. Talk to you later. I love you," she said."Love you too," I replied before hanging up.It was calls like this that made all the work I do tolerable. Calls like this made all the stress worth it because in the end, the ones I love get to benefit from it and I get to take care of all their needs while spending quality time with them.You're probably wondering who I was speaking to. Her name's "Omolola", a Yoruba name which means "Wealthy Child". I'm the only child of my father and thus, the on
Cherry's POV You'll find today in many parts of the world that women claim that being strippers or hookers or prostitutes or porn stars is a form of sexual liberation and independence. They say that it's a way of embracing their womanhood and finding pride in the power of their flesh and somehow, a lot of women today see this as honest work that should be done without an atom of shame.Hi there, I go by Cherry 🍒 and I'm a stripper and I just want to tell you that what all of these women say about sexual liberation is a pile of bullshit. Most women are not doing these kinds of jobs because they feel it's a way of expressing their artistic side, most women are not doing these kinds of jobs to embrace their sexuality in a manner that is decent or upright. Bitches are doing these jobs because they like it. They love the attention they get from wealthy men and women, they love the sex and most importantly, they love the money. Now don't get me wrong, not all of us are as promiscuous as
I got to my apartment as late as three in the morning and I was so exhausted that I could hear my bed calling my name the closer I got to it. It took me a while to find my keys in my purse, seeing as it was full of money but I got it and went inside. I could hear some noises coming from my small living room and it sounded like moaning. I immediately knew who was making the noise and when I switched the lights on, what I saw was not fit for anyone’s eyes.“Ken, how many times have I told you that if you want to suck your boyfriend’s cock in my house, to do it in your room?” I shielded my eyes from seeing it.“So sorry, Cherry. I didn’t think you’d be back today,” Kendra replied as she got off her knees and wiped the spittle from her lips.“Just because you didn’t think I’d be back today doesn’t make it okay for you to mess up my couch…again! Do you have any idea how much it cost me to get that shit off the last time?” “Maybe it’s best if I go, babe,” Lardon said as he did the zipper o
“I checked in on you last night while you were asleep and I noticed that it was a little open and so, I helped you close it and during the process, I saw the money. I take it you had a very good night at the office,” She flexed her brows at me. “Yes, I had a good night and my purse was not a little open. What do you even need two hundred dollars for?” I asked.“It’s not for drugs, okay. Well, technically it is but it’s for the drugs that I’ve already used. My dealer’s been asking for me to pay what I owe and he’s getting a little too on edge and I want to settle him so things don’t get messy,” Kendra said.“Fine,” I said, even surprising myself, “I’ll give you the money so you can pay off your debt but God so help you, Ken, if you get more drugs on credit, I’m not going to bail you out again, girl. I’m serious Ken, you’ve got to quit that stuff,” “I will, I promise and thank you so much,” I took out the wad from my purse and gave her two hundred dollars. Ken excitedly took the mone
So, there we were. Seated by the table, face to face, ready to talk business and I was very eager to hear what he had to offer. A part of me was certain that whatever he had to offer would one way or another involve something sexual and I was prepping to give him a stern talking-to and tell him to piss off and shove whatever ludacris amount of money he was planning to offer me up his arse."I'm so glad that you accepted my invitation and came here to hear me out, Cherilyn," He said with a hospitable and yet intimidating aura within his voice.Usually, I tell people immediately to not call me by my birth name but for some reason, I didn't say it to him. I don't know if it was because I didn't need to or maybe it was because I was scared to. At this point, I just wanted to know one thing; I wanted to know who the fuck this man was and what he fucking wanted with me."Before we get into…business, could you at least tell me your name?" I asked him because apart from what his assistant c
"What?" I asked as I snapped out of my daydream, "What?" I asked again, unsure of what he had said."I asked you if you didn't have a problem with that," He said but I was still lost."A problem with what?" "Being my escort," He said.Escort? What did he mean by that? I needed more information and I didn't want him to realize that I had not been paying attention this entire time because I was daydreaming about his fingers in my pussy so I came up with a way to spin the conversation."What else does being your escort entail?" I asked and waited for him to provide more details."Well, I'm going to be in New York for about seven months and as my escort, your job is to accompany me to several events as my date. I'll be attending several galas, fundraisers, posh parties and things of that nature and you'll come with me to them. Having a beautiful woman like you in my arms at these events will be good for my public image and it will induce a certain feel about me in the eyes and minds of m
"Where is she?"That seemed to be a reoccurring question that I always seem to be asking complete strangers for the past five years whenever Kendra gets into one of her usual messes. "She's right over there," The person who called me with her phone said.She led me through the crack house to where Kendra was and the sad shit that I saw enroute was the saddest shit I'd seen in a long time; and that's saying something because I've literally seen men cry when they see me take my top off and THAT was sad but it was nothing compared to this.So many young men and women were almost lifeless on the bare floors, high on hard drugs, drenched in booze, covered in their own vomit and just flat-out wasting their lives in this nut house. I mean, I understand wanting to have a good time but this was next level insanity and more than anything, I wanted to get Kendra and get the hell out of this awful place."Right there!" The woman pointed after we turned the corner.And sure enough, there was Kend