Her Life

In Germany,A Brothel**

Night time in Germany was always used to seat back and rewind with family and friends. A time to enjoy your lovers company or just take a chill pill

But...

That doesn't apply for everyone,here along the street. In the building of the most renowned brothel in the entire country, ungodly and unholy noises kept erupting from it

Here in one of the most luxurious room in the brøthel,a lady with dark shiny hair and a pale white skin moaned out loud not being able to control the pleasure surging through her

She stared at her client and smirked greatly spreading her legs wider.

Soon smacking sounds followed as a result of their clashing body.

Her long nails digging into his hair,red pouty lips swollen and rosy cheeks covered In sweats

Fixing her hollow shaped brown eyes on his face she turned her face away immediately she sensed he was about to kiss her

Seconds turned to minutes and minutes to hours,he finally reach he's limit before pulling out and êjaculàting

She watched with satisfaction as he jerked up. Laying next to her,he smiled coyly watching her seat at the edge of the bed

Standing up,she cat walked into the bathroom and came out a few minutes later;she tied a towel around her busty cleavages and stared at her client

"Want another round ?"she asked sensing he's yet to stand up

"Depends on you darling "he replied with a grin

"You're wrong "she muttered and walked towards him

"It actually depends on your money "she whispered seductively and he grinned.

"Really are a slût "he said and wore his clothes

"Fûck you" she replied and he smiled.

Melanie sat down on the bed as her client walked out the room. She laid flatly on the bed and stretched

A little intro..

Melanie Griffith the most prettiest prøstitûtè you'll ever come across..

She gat mad shape and an angelic face. Nature did a good job in endowing her to the fullest cos it made her work a lot more easy

She's a slût,a prøstitûtè,a gold digger...

Heck call it whatever you feel like. It's her life; but not the life she wished to have

Melanie glazed at her wall clock and stood up. It's just past 9 and it signify her work just getting started

She went to her closet and grabbed something to wear.

Sliding into the tight crop top and a g-string,she opened the door headed for the owner of the brøthel office

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Shaking her bubbling àss as she walked from her room to the office seemed like a pôrn Industry.

Girls walked around half naked some even completely nûde,men being led into the lounge awaiting thier female lovers for the night.

Melanie ignored all remarks and comments from some of the guys present. The brøthel is fûcking huge and hallway extremely long

Reaching the boss's office,she pushed it opened without knocking and went in

"Don "she called and sat down on the leather cushion. Brandon sat defiant on his seat smoking heavily.

"Mr Roger was satisfied. Extremely satisfied,good job Lanie" he remarked and she remained mute

"He was your tenth client for this night right ?"Brandon asked puffing smoke out excessively

"How much longer do I have to work for you ?'Melanie asked softly

Her question earned a sly smile from him.

Standing up and taking slow strides to her,he placed his hands on her shoulders

Melanie blinked once feeling his cold fingers on her shoulders,his breath drawing closer to her nose almost made her wanna hurl cos of the smell of cigarette

"You belong to me Lanie, you're mine. Don't forget that "he muttered slightly kissing her neck

Soon he kissed her lips hotly and then snaked his hands under her crop top roughly pressing her tîts

"You belong to me Lanie, not until you pay your debts. You're mine,you're my property. You're my asset,your dad sold you to me. You're my s*x worker, once you get f**ked and pay me back every single dime your motherfûcking dad borrowed from me. Then you can go "he said and pressed her tîts so hard she winced.

"Got that ?"he grabbed her chin and made her look deep into his eyes

"Yes don "she replied sliently

"Now get back to work,a new client is on he's way. Treat him well, cos he's a big one. And remember your lips only belongs to me no kissing and use protection. Can't risk you giving birth to a bàstard "he said backing her

"I know "Melanie replied and stepped out

Graveyard Cartel**

The tension hanging in the air as he walked in was almost suffocating and toxic. He's white snowy hair gelled backwards,lips held in a tight purse and facial expression almost unreadable

He's walking steps light but yet could make someone hold their breaths

He's right hand assistant;Tikka dressed in a black leather jeans and black jacket held a pillow carrying a pistol.

Immediately he stepped into the room, Lewis yanked the pistol and with astonishing accuracy shot a man on the head

"Boss "Tikka muttered sliently. She's not surprised he killed without a second thought

After all

He's Lewis Flyheart;the most ruthless mafia in the whole country.

He's the CEO of Flyheart empire but yet he's freaking dangerous. His family background;unknown

Love life; tch!,Doesn't believe In that shît

And family;still a mystery

He stepped fully into the room and began shooting at everyone present

Like always,he never missed a target. Within minutes the room that was occupied by 12 people were all dead; killed just like that

"Clean this mess up "he stated coldy and left

Tikka sighed heavily staring at the lifeless body laying around. All kîlled just like that

"Is he even human?" she muttered ordering some of the guards around to clean up the mess

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"My lord the transfer between the englishmen and the Chinese is about to go down. Awaiting your orders "Tikka informed with her head bowed.

Lewis kept mute allowing the cigarette he smoked to consume him . He's blue eyes staring into space and fingers drumming on the seat-like throan he sat on

"Like always,get the money and get rid of them." He replied in a hoarse voice and stood

"And Tikka "he paused staring blankly at her

"What happened few minutes ago will happen to you,if you try shît like that again. Trust no one but I don't see why you trusted those idoit. I nearly got screwed!"

"A...a..am sorry"

"You will be sorry,when you're six feet under" he said once more and left the cartel

Tikka watched as he got into the car and drove off.

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"Bîtch your presence is needed. Now !"one of the guards barked at Melanie door and then left abruptly

She wiped her tears slowly and stood up. Just like before, naughty remarks rented the air as she stepped out

Her back side shook dangerously as she walked,face enchanted and body capable of driving any one crazy with lûst

She got to the office but this time met Brandon with a Lewis Flyheart!

He sat crossed-legged, a cigarette stick in his mouth,white hair stubbornly stuck to his face and eyes darting

"She's the one "Brandon said and Lewis bestowed his eyes on her.

It travelled from her wide hips, full cleavages and then her enchanted face. Her hair flew freely down her back,with the ends resting on her back side.

Her cute lips were sliently opened,eyes curious and heart beat accelerating.

"I'll take her "Lewis said and stood up. He snapped his fingers and immediately,a hefty guard came in with a briefcase.

The guard set the briefcase on the table and clicked it open. Brandon gasped loudly setting his eyes on the money

"Nice doing business with you!" Brandon exclaimed smiling radiant. Lewis puffed out smoke and then faced Melanie

"Chances of her getting pregnant?" Lewis cold voice stated

"Never, when her dad sold her to me. I made sure to remove her womb" Brandon replied and glanced at Melanie

Her popped out excessively as the reality dawned on her;She just got sold to a drug lord