Ebony soon worked her way back to the ground wanting the juicy details about what occurred in the Godwin penthouse. She slinked down to the platform with a sexy ease and grace Amberleigh would never achieve. Amber attempted to ignore her friend as she made eye contact with an older businessman who had hair implants and Botox, though tastefully done. He sipped his rich man drink and eyed her from head to toe the way he would a yacht he intended to buy. Not a VIP since he was in the Rainbow Room, but he smelled of money like a fragrance he was wearing.
“That was fucking fast,” said Ebony, “tell me everything bitch. Does Grayson Godwin got a dick the size of a yacht. Or more like a rowboat like his daddy?”
“I’m just that good. Some things are better left up to the imagination. A lady never tells.”
Ebony cackled, “So I take it as you were nothing spectacular then? He got lost in your cunt and needed the fucking Coastguard to rescue him.”
Even though
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
After Amberleigh got herself off for the Birthday boy, she collected her two hundred dollar tip and was on her way. She got cleaned up and had to redo her hair and makeup before she hit the Rainbow Room to finish out her shift. Ebony was nowhere to be found and Amberleigh was glad for that. That way she didn’t have to lie to her friend about what had occurred in the Godwin suite. Just like driving on autopilot, she’d done her routines so many times, they required little conscious thoughts anymore. So, to those still partying it up in the Rainbow Room on the cusp of noon, Amber appeared to be giving it her all to help mark the clubs twentieth anniversary. Really, she was stuck in her head, living among her own thoughts about what her life would be for the next year under her unconventional contract with Grayson Godwin. Sure, he was hot as fuck, rich as sin, but he seemed so cold and emotionless during their brief first meeting. Sex didn’t have to be mind- blowing to m
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
Amberleigh made an effort to sleep, but she spent most of her time chasing it, much in the way an addict would chase their next high. Elusive, and when she was able to fall asleep for a bit, it didn’t last long enough, and she found no relief in it. That used to be her life, back in the days of weed and pain pills she would crush and snort. But now she got her high in other ways. Ebony wasn’t helping her situation either as her ass was hogging the bed. Luckily, her friend slept until the sun went down. By that time, Amber had already showered, eaten a shit ton of comfort foods, packed her bags, and worked out her alibi. Ebony was bound to notice if she was missing for the next year. Maybe now the bitch would have a better chance of hooking a big fish if her toughest competition wasn’t around. She’d also spent the day going over every possibility behind Grayson’s shady deal. He was secretly gay, had some horrible disease, a grotesque deformity under his clothes, a tin
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
Over the next five hours, as Amberleigh was violated, she came up with a nice review to post on the web about the facility. Clean and inviting. Cookies top rate. All staff was professional, though unfortunately sadists. The exam table was heated so that’s a nice and unexpected touch. The gown was a bit flimsy though made of soft cotton. It seems cold hands and no personalities are a requirement of the job. Overall, I would give my experience a go fuck yourself and die you bastards rating. Amber was subjected to every medical test known to mankind it seemed. Luckily, she still liked Dr. Gainey when he gave her a complete head to toe physical exam. It even felt kind of nice when she bent over and touched her toes so he could feel her spine. It gave her a tingly, feel good feeling. She liked him less when he made her scoot her ass to the end of the exam table, and place her legs in those stirrups, before shoving that speculum up her cooch. It wasn’t that
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
The guest suite Mr. Duvall showed Amberleigh to was not too shabby itself. But she found it hard to take in its beauty and elegance as she was irked. Sure, Amber knew coming here wasn’t going to be like some romcom full of romance, flowers, and steamy sex, well at least she’d hoped for the steamy sex bit. She didn’t give a fuck about the romance really. But cold, emotionless, business only contract thing, well Grayson fucking Godwin had that down pat. The butler set her suitcases on the white marbled floor, before asking Amber if she needed anything, and then excusing himself from the room. She eyed her new digs, her home for the next year. The wallpaper was vintage black and white flowers, the canopied bed was four posted with a rough antique look. Flowers and cherubs were carved into the headboard. These cherubs and flowers also continued up on the ceiling engraved in the crown moldings. Were Heavenly things about to happen in that bed? Or something devilish?