The Hustler Novels & Stories

From force. Controlled force. Not messy. Professional. His stomach tightened. “Too clean,” he said under his breath. That wasn’t random. That wasn’t street-level chaos. That was planned movement. He exhaled slowly through his nose. Then pulled out a second phone. Not the one Keisha knew about. Not the personal one. This one was different. He stared at it for a second before unlocking it. One contact. No name. Just a symbol. He hesitated. Then hit call.

, she cursed her fate, wondering who the demi- God lookalike drool worthy man was. She bent over to a hustler sitting in the adjoining sofa with gaudy make –up, similarly waiting for a client. “Hi Anne! Do you know the man dancing with that slut in white gown? I kinda know her, so curious about who she managed to screw.” “Oh my God! He is Mathew Hill, the middle son of business tycoon Theodore Hill. Is he a decillionaire?”, the hustler gushed. “Who is that whore? How did she manage to wrap the walking stack of dollars around her cunt? Why can’t I ever get such luck? God !”, she rattled on and on giving Jessica a headache.

Anita struggled to swallow Stacie’s words,she didn’t expect to get such news. And he had chosen to move on with Mimie of all ladies,she wasn’t really surprised it was Mimie. She was capable of anything and had sworn to do anything to get Rio to herself. She had pondered on Stacie’s words,she wondered why the woman had chosen to see her a sex worker. She had never been a fan of indecent dressing so she found it disturbing when she was addressed as such. Stacie had been less interested in what she had to say when she tried explaining who she was to Rio, shooed Anita away and told her to never come back.

Chapter 19 stm /*R18*/ “How's the business going?” Hugo entered the VIP lounge of his club, flanked by his body guards who took their place at the door. He waved in the air to bring his regular order and turned to Luca who was nursing a glass of scotch and two girls working on him. “It's jammed today. The strippers are in full swings. People are falling like flies. Mochi is out in the cage and men are getting wild”. Luca said with a smirk and Hugo smirked too. He knew Mochi would mooch off the men of their money.

Hugh's chest puffed with pride as he replied, "So you've heard of Rodney, huh? Yeah, he's the big man at Madblade, and I'm Hugh Williamson, the one and only 'Nasty Hugh'. Surely you've heard of me too." With a smug gesture, Hugh tapped the tiger tattoo on his chest, as if it validated his claims. Andrew looked at him, feigning surprise, and said, "Nasty Hugh? Nope. Never heard of the name." Hugh's face turned red as he barked, "Bullshit!" Andrew nodded thoughtfully. "Whatever. Let's just get down to business." Hugh's jaw tightened, and his eyes narrowed. "You clueless fool, do you even realize how deep in trouble you are? I'll give you one minute to ask around and learn about my name. You'll

“I'll be sure to start making my reservations in advance." I pulled my jeans on, slipped into my shoes, and left the room, closing the door behind me. I took a steadying breath, looking at the faux silk wall across the hall. I was one step closer. I hurried down the hallway and down the stairs that led to the ground floor of Larry’s Hustler’s, the most expensive and exclusive brothel in Warhammer where drinks poured like rivers and whatever your heart desired was for sale. The wealthy dredges of werewolf and human society congregated here like flies on garbage.

I roared. “Don, I will seek another hustler then.” He nodded, sitting down. “I heard a big fish just arrived in the casino. What about I chip in? It's been so long since I last played. I missed that.” He mumbled, making sure I heard him. “I don't have time to play games today.” I shook my head vigorously. “C'mon, I will make sure you win.” He persuaded me confidently, and I knew he was joking. Lycus was once a hustler, and he always wins regardless of the pool or territory. He was fed.

“Nooo, girl. Anything for the hustle, anything for the grind, you feel me?” She rolled her eyes and muttered, “What the… fuck.. He isn't even financially stable...” “Girl! Have you seen his… cock?!” I threw my hands in the air again, exaggerating. She blinked, speechless for a second. “…Who?” “Mr. Cockstar!” I repeated, laughing like she was slow. She narrowed her eyes. “Wait… that ain’t his name though…” I smirked, shaking my head. “Girl, you haven’t seen it. You wouldn’t trade anything else for it. The way he… arched my waist…”

His presence suffocating as he loomed over, his breath hot against my skin. "I'm horny," he whispered in my ears. Ethan seems to be enjoying the view and joins the music. He pulled off his pants and climbed the bed too. He grabbed one of my boobs in his mouth and played with the other with his broad arm. To be honest, it felt good to be touched by two men but I do not wish to continue with this act especially with them. Jason spread my legs and buried his face on my coochie as he began to suck my honey pot, thrusting his tongue back and forth into it. They seem not to care who I was to them, and I guess the apple doesn't fall far from its tree.

Before my mind could go totally off the rails, I heard the door handles squeak and my head quickly snapped to the entrance as the doors flew open. In walked a young man. He was tall, dark, and well built. His hands looked clean but rough, like mine. I could tell he was a hustler like me who had to pry his way out of the graveyard and to the top. Hustlers may polish themselves up and act kind, but we are still poisonous. “Sorry for keeping you waiting, Charlotte “, he said. I followed him with my eyes as he took confident strides towards me. “You don't mind if I call you Charlotte, do you?”, he said with his beautiful, beautiful mouth as he stood in front of me with a devilish grin on his fac