The Hustler Novels & Stories

There was something about him that pulled me to him like a magnet, yet the rest of me was screaming to run fast and far. As soon as I sat in the car, I instantly got my phone from my bag. The only thing that was on my mind was the porn star. I needed to search and find out whether Luis was right. Was he the porn star or Luis was lying?! I was proven wrong as soon as I googled him. He was him. ~Drake Hudson, (born May 14, 1988) is one of the hot male models who works in adult…..”, My mouth was open as I read every information about him. It was damn unbelievable and before I knew it, I was checking out his pics.

That bitch made me give up my mistresses and now, all I do is imagine the fucks, but I can't fuck anyone. "Mr Whitfield..." Cain followed me. "We should inform the police." "Mark Rogers is involved. He would take care of this." Mocking, I bring the engine if my to live and drove to the club. It's an experiment, and I am hoping it would work. "Welcome to INCUBUS." The hostess greeted me. "I have an appointment regarding membership," I said, looking at her exposed navel. "Before that, what would be your taste?" She purred.

#It’s a M3L0N#: “What a vicious woman!” #Haier’s Brother#: “Framing others with drugs, what a disgusting act! She’s ruined another person’s reputation for a lifetime.”

Meghan’s POV Sitting in the cellar sipping my Ciroc vodka and going through my phone, suddenly a message pops in and it's from Jim Black Hat the owner of Lusty strip, the popular stripper's nightclub in town, it read “He will be around tonight for a stripping prom ”. I giggled because finally, my plans of meeting Damian Graham will soon be a reality. I always have a way of getting what I want, having to offer Jim sex for him to spill when the famous Billionaire Damian will be around, is nothing compared to what I will achieve. I am a whore who goes with the highest bidder.

Not even Hunter has dared trespass. Taking a cup of coffee from the coffee maker, I prepare a couple cups and think about what I’m going to say to Stryker. Hunter walks in minutes later. He’s wearing his usual band shirt and grunge jeans over his slender form. Hunter is in his early twenties. He’s also one of the best tech hackers in the world. I found him working at a Pep Boys several years ago fixing computers for extra cash while doing illegal side hacking. I had done some background work on him before I brought him into the fold. He has been an invaluable asset since. He lived in the garage for a couple of years before he fell in love. He and his girlfriend, Maleah, are sickeningly perfe

I was so focused on getting my hipped files arranged that I mistakenly bumped into someone before me. "Holy Shit!! I'm fucking going to be late for work because of a dumbass like…." I looked up and froze the moment I tried picking up my files that had fallen off my hand. He was no ordinary man, he was the same billionaire who had left me hanging at the stripper house the night before. It was the ruthless billionaire and beside him was probably his assistant. He kept on acting in ways I just couldn't understand. He pushed me away right before I made him cum while sucking his dick.

But I realized from the start that it was a lost cause already. "Well, hi there..." "Hi, I'm..." "Ethan's boyfriend, I know," the handsome older man replied calmly. I hated that he looked so fucking perfect, he must be in his late forties. He has one of that dark charm sexually alluring-looking men. "Right I'm Hugh, and you're his former Sugar Daddy," I said sneering looking at his perfect body wrapped in his khakis shorts and white crisps shirt casually worn untucked and his sleeves rolled to his arms.

I opened my mouth to argue, but he added, "You can see her tomorrow." The words felt like a weight lifting. "Alright," I said. Without another word he walked to the bed and casually lay down, face to the ceiling, his back to the room. He shut his eyes and let out a long, lazy breath. Is he serious? A gentleman might have taken the couch and allowed me the bed, given that this was a contract marriage. But of course he wasn’t a gentleman. He was Alpha Vladimir of the Mancini Pack, terrifying, possessive, and impossibly sure of himself.

You there? [I've been waiting a while, is everything okay?] [If you don't come soon, I'm leaving.] [Just so you know, the payment is non-refundable.] I blinked. My brain melted. And then, a curse slipped out. "Holy shit…" My breath hitched. "I hired a gigolo and ended up with a billionaire!" I looked at the messages, then at the video of me and Christian, then back at the messages again. Reality slammed into me like a speeding train.

I know I can get any girl but I always like fresh things" he said and started removing his cloth. "Sir Please leave me, I can do anything for you ,Just leave me" I said again trying my luck while praying to God. "Anything" he asked looking at me. "Yes sir" I said with hope in my eyes. "Give me heir" he said with smirked and started walking to me and I was shocked looking at him. "I can give you what you want but I need a heir. I will also help you to escape from this brothel but you need to be my prostitute" he said sitting on bed like king.He continued " It's on you, You want to fucked by one person or more than one".