The Arrangement

It was only ten p.m. and Amberleigh Dubois was pretty much drunk already.  Perhaps that was the reason the bouncer looked hella good tonight.  Usually, she found Tio’s steroid induced, over-muscled, (where you could count all his veins), physique a turn off. There was a fine balance between fuck me you muscled God, and back the fuck off Hulk. But after she threw back her fifth, no sixth or eighth shot of Tequila, she felt ready to go a round with Hulk between the sheets.                 Amber wasn’t entirely to blame for her serious lack of judgment tonight. It was the twentieth anniversary party of The Cobra Club after all and tonight the club had spared no expense. All its’ VIP guests were treated to a night of free booze and free fantasies, while its regulars experienced the best the club had to offer at half-price.  New walk ins and first timers received their first ten minutes on t

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

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

 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 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