The G-string shredded in Tio’s meaty fist, not that there had been much to it to begin with. Tio wasn’t the kissing sort, at least not on the lips, which was just fine with Amberleigh. She preferred not to kiss her clients and hook-ups on the mouth anyway. Tio shoved her dress up her thighs and began to feel the moistened cleft between her legs before he shoved a finger inside her. She began to stroke his cock. It strained against the tight fabric of his pants, just begging to be released.
She quickly undid his belt and then the button, but before she could complete the task, Tio jerked down his pants impatiently. His cock sprang free and she eyed it with a lick of her lips. Not too shabby.
“You like that don’t you bitch,” said Tio in his gravelly voice, “you wanna feel me slamming it into your warm, wet pussy don’t you?”
“Fuck me Tio,” she replied.
He smiled devilishly and continued to push his fingers in and out of her for several seconds more. She moaned. The sound seemed to awaken something in Tio and he released her from the wall. But only so he could reposition her. He pulled the dress off her and she cringed at the sound of the fabric ripping! Dammit, that was her favorite dress! But she had little time to dwell on it or care.
Tio sucked on her left nipple as his engorged cock drug across her flat, heaving stomach. He nipped her peaked areola also and Amber cried out in both pain and pleasure. She could feel the rush of heat spreading throughout her body and a rush of fluid between her thighs. Tio liked the response her body gave, and sucked her right nipple into his mouth next, while his other hand stroked that bundle of nerves that set her body on fire.
Amber struggled to hold off her orgasm, to let it build more deliciously first. She distracted herself by feeling the hard ridges of muscles down Tio’s sculpted back, kneading her way lower and lower. She then took the girth of him into her palm and began to stroke him. He groaned a heady sound.
Tio knew just what he was doing, when he sensed that she was close to going over the edge, he withdrew his hand from her clit and leaned in towards her ear. He bit the lobe roughly.
“Say it. Beg for it,” he commanded.
“Please Tio,” she uttered.
She was breathless, on the edge of orgasm, and at his mercy. She could play his little game. She was used to it after all. Tio grinned again. He liked being in control. He gripped her beneath her round ass and hoisted her up onto the elevator railing. She braced herself against his shoulders as his hands gripped her thighs roughly and spread her legs farther apart. Then he teased her clit with the tip of his dick, skin to skin. Up and down, keeping that feral expression on his lips. Amberleigh’s nails bit into the sweat kissed skin of his chest after she ripped open his button down shirt. When her muscles began to twitch and tighten, she cried out and Tio thrusts himself inside her deeply.
He groaned at the feel of her pussy tightening around him. Amber panted and spasmed while Tio slammed his cock in and out of her, just like he promised.
“You want it don’t you! You like it don’t you!” he chanted.
Amberleigh had no breath to reply. He pulled her down off the railing and turned her so she was facing away from him. He bent her over to allow himself deeper thrusts inside her. Not that Amber was complaining. He gripped her hair and buried his dick to the hilt in and out of her sopping entrance. She was glad the elevators were soundproof as Tio grunted and she moaned.
She had no complaints really, even orgasmed for a second time as his cock rubbed both her nerves on the inside and outside of her body from his long thrusts. She had no complaints up until the point he got carried away and shoved her face against the side of the railing. The blow caused her ears to ring, and she saw black at the edges of her vision. Her cheek began to hurt from the force of Tio’s hold. She tried to pull back from the rail, but he shoved her into it harder.
“Don’t move bitch!” he demanded.
Luckily, Tio finished soon after and he let her go. He sounded more animal than man by the sounds coming from his mouth. He practically shoved her away when he was finished. Amber rubbed at her aching cheek and got a glimpse of it the reflection of the chrome railing. Great, it was already fucking swelling and bruising. And on tonight of all nights! She would have to use a ton of makeup to cover it.
Tio was getting dressed, his breathing still ragged. Amber pulled on her own dress.
“That was fun,” she said, “we should do it again sometime.”
Tio ignored her. It seemed like she no longer existed to him as he hit the elevator release button. He had gotten what he wanted, but so had she. Amber had not expected breakfast or anything. But some acknowledgement would have been nice. To add insult to injury, just after the elevator door opened, he threw some money in her direction.
“Bastard!” she called after him as he walked off down the hall.
Amberleigh may have been a high-class prostitute, but she still had her pride and her standards! Fuck Tio. She left the money lie on the floor where it had landed and jabbed the button for her level. She went to her room and freshened up, applied makeup to cover the forming bruise, then headed back down to The Rainbow Room. She grabbed another drink with some other Goddesses, as this was a party after all! She intended to make the most of it. Who knows, maybe she would even snag a VIP from The Rainbow Room later tonight. The night was young and full of possibilities.
Amberleigh was feeling good. Still riding the high from her hook up and the liquor running through her veins. Because it seemed her blood had turned to alcohol by the amount of it she’d consumed. She fell into a rhythm of the electronic club beat blasting through The Rainbow Room, moving her body in time, and often up against several fellow Goddesses and Pages. The place was lit, with more and more customers stumbling in by the minute. Their excitement and energy were catching and seemed to be a living thing felt throughout the room. The alcohol flowed like rain in Seattle. The customers mingled on the dance floor and at the bar, already eyeing a potential Goddess or Page they wished to book for a private session tonight. Those Goddesses and Pages also did the same, eyeing marks they would try and ensnare into their well-practiced traps. At precisely midnight, silver and gold confetti rained down upon the dancefloor to officially mark the beginning of the ni
Amber eyed the bar and debated if she should have another drink. She needed to be able to function in four hours, as tonight was a special night for the club. She decided to stick with water, as her body was already adorned with sweat. She needed to hydrate herself properly so she had enough energy to go from her three a.m. to noon shift. Her job was naturally high energy and high productivity. She made her way across the mass of moving bodies, the strobe lights casting spotlights here and there, and one patron already tripping out. He was shoving the other club goers in a panic and screaming. Some bouncers removed him seconds later and he disappeared through a side exit. He was unlikely to be the only one escorted out before the night was through. A fight or two would probably also break out in light of half- priced alcohol on this level. Amberleigh leaned her back up against the bar, an
Grayson hadn’t been all that surprised by having every orifice of his body swabbed so he could gain entry into The Cobra Club. Not even being the third richest man in the city was enough to get him out of the club’s stringent STI screenings. He’d also been expecting the finger poke to test a drop of his blood for other diseases too. He’d been warned by his best friend, and his cousin Spencer, about the entry process to get into the club. Even though he had no plans of fucking anyone here tonight, in order to even gain access to his family’s penthouse, he had to drop his pants and open his mouth to cooperate with the tech in the screening room. But being an elite had allowed him to bypass the line, through a back entrance discreetly, where none of the public saw him. His anonymity and request of discretion were also respected by the club staff who brought him up service corridors and hallways, so he was seen by as very few people as possible. And those who had laid eyes on hi
The elevator dinged when it reached the one hundred and forty-ninth floor. Someone had pocketed Tio’s money, not that Amberleigh gave a fuck. These elevators were used by club staff only, and when Amber stepped off, she ran into a bouncer at the entrance to the ballroom. VIPs were escorted up here by an elevator operator, as not just anyone had access to this level for the elite clientele. She recognized the dude guarding the door. Ki was his name and he wasn’t the talking or fucking sort unfortunately. He was fine though, with skin like dark chocolate she longed to taste, hair in tight and tidy corn rows, and just the right amount of muscle. Ki wore a wedding band on his finger and had a daughter. His wife must have been gorgeous and The Cobra Club paid well. It was nice to see monogamy and closed marriages still existed. But Ki let her in through the barrier no questions asked, another perk of being a club favorite. She immediately began to scope the place out. The
It took Amberleigh about twenty minutes to slip into her costume, freshen up, touch up her makeup, and gather her toys. When she was a good as she was ever going to get with the face God had given her –by way of a drug addicted mother with meth sores who fucked her dealer and got knocked up – she strutted down to the senator’s private suite with her baton in hand. She pounded on the door loudly with her stick. The senator didn’t even open his own door. He had a personal assistant for that. But she could work with this. She had to stay in character after all. She slapped the baton against her palm as she spoke to the bored looking twenty-something dark-haired man at the door. “I’m here about a noise complaint against Senator Berkshire.” The assistant didn’t speak, but simply opened the door wider to allow her to enter. He exited the door and closed it behind him. It didn’t seem to faze the man that he’d followed his charge to a sex club and was now letti
By the time Amberleigh sprinted to her room with her stilettos in hand, Ebony was sprawled naked across her bed. She rolled over a pile of money and dropped it all across her glistening body. She had already redone her make-up and touched up her hair, her gold bodysuit for her shift lying on the floor by the bed. “Do you have to roll your dirty ass across my bed?” Ebony chuckled, “You sure as hell weren’t complaining about it last year when you said you were swearing off dick outside of work.” Amber rolled her eyes. She and Ebony had had their fun, but they were much better as friends rather than lovers. And Amber still preferred a hard dick inside her at the end of the day, though at The Cobra Club you had to cater to pussy and dicks. Equal opportunity employment, gender equality after all. Every Goddess and Page underwent several weeks of training before they earned their place and were given the privilege to serve customers. Some didn’t make
By the time Amberleigh and Ebony returned to the Rainbow Room, it had nearly become standing room only. It was like one pulsating mass of bodies as the DJ spun a sick beat. A Page was standing atop the bar spraying alcohol down into the crowd, like a wet t-shirt contest, and a patron was up on the bar being a Goddess for the night as she danced topless among them. Amber could remember many drunken bar counter dances from her own life. She and Ebony made their way through the waves of bodies smelling of liquor, boob sweat, and hormones. They relieved fellow Goddesses’ Katia and Nadia from their posts. Katia had moved from the silk to her hoops suspended from the ceiling, and Nadia had been doing her juggling routine, though marks watched the way her huge bare breasts jiggled rather than the balls in her hands. Nadia was a shit contortionist, but an average juggler. She was certainly more of a novelty act rather than actual talent because her breasts were fucking ginor
The Head Goddess of the floor brought Amberleigh some ice and told her to go get cleaned up. That was certainly gonna leave a mark and her face was still tender from that fucker Tio. At least Ebony had called a truce of sorts and slid down to the ground to check on her friend. Amber assured the other girl she was fine and promised she would be back to the floor soon. She refused to let something like a busted lip knock her ass out of the game. Amber took thirty minutes to ice up her face and then touch up her makeup before she was back out in all her glory. She got down to business doing moves horny pervs fantasized about the night after they took their kids to the circus. But here at this circus, perverts were welcomed and encouraged. Within reason anyway. Amber had heard rumors the club had underage workers, had seen some teenagers here and there, but didn’t want to believe the place, which had been so good to her, was selling children for sex. That stuff was k