The Hustler Novels & Stories

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.

Hunter pushes him and clenches his fist, "I'm not a disgusting cock sucker like you!" Harvey scoffs, "Won't you like to have your cock sucked? Huh, Hunter?" he whispers and approaches him. He rests his forehead on his and licks his lower lip, "Be honest. You never imagined me on my knees and giving you the best time of your life?" he asks, sending his warm breath all over Hunter's body. Hunter gulps and shakily pushes him again, "Nonsense!" he shouts, "That's harassment! I'll have you sued for this!" he takes deep breaths. "You're fucking disgusting," he mutters before he pushes him again, making him stumble on the ground.

When we left, the fed was out cold, cock raw, ass bleeding, drive in my hand, my name cut in his chest: RIVEN WAS HERE. We burned the Suburban. Back at the compound—an old motel outside Quartzsite turned into a fort—I sat on a throne made from bike metal. I called the secret guy forward. Pretty, 26, been with us five weeks. He knelt. I pissed on his face while everyone watched. Then gave him to Lula. She fucked him with a big strap till he cried. Dax finished in his mouth. Saint cleaned him with his tongue. Message sent. That night in the main room—bare walls, dirty mattress—Dax and Lula took me apart like a win.

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.

The only thing on my mind right now is fucking coffee, and I'm dying for a steaming cup with a blunt and a cigarette to match, all while sitting on the building's roof and letting the wind take me away. "I had no idea you were such an early bird." As I tiptoe past Scotty toward the kitchen, his deep, sleepy voice startles me. I come to a halt and turn to face him, leaning against the doorframe as a late rush floods my body. "Yeah, I have trouble sleeping. What's your excuse?" "I'm a hustler, Harley. I never fucking sleep. If there's money to be made, then I'm out fucking making it." He gets up from the couch, proudly flaunting his massive morning wood, which draws my attention and causes me

said a man, who looked like one of those business tycoons. “Yeah, sure,” he said. “Hold on love, I will be back,” he said, smiling. She smiled. “Hello, you must be Miss Huston?” asked a man of her age. She nods. “I am Skylar, Easton’s business dealer,” he said. She smiled. “Well, I never knew he had such a beautiful secretary,” he said smiling. She felt her cheeks turn red. “You are beautiful Miss Huston,” he said and she smiled. Just then they heard someone clearing their throat behind them.

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.

But it would be something you would start though HAILSTORM: Sorry guys, work was hectic KILLER: Firstly, I would never EVER start a mommy blog, secondly – how did the festival go? HAILSTORM: I hate college kids. LACE: You were probably worse than them though HAILSTORM: I didn’t throw up on a paramedic midst trying to get her number KILLER: Eeww did that happen? HAILSTORM: Trust me – I still reek LACE: That’s disgusting KILLER: Did he try and get your number still? HAILSTORM: Yip, was very awkward in between trying to clean myself off

He leaned in closer so his mouth was closer to my ear, like he was about to reveal the biggest secret. "These aren't for free. I charge one dollar and if I see someone is either more rich or dumb, I cost them two dollars." He grinned at me. I, on the other hand, gasped. "You son of a butcher. Flying ducks, that is so smart. Well, it is also mean that you cost a dollar extra to- to-" I didn't want to call someone dumb. "Dumb? Stupid? Reta-" "Mason!" I slapped his arm. "That is so rude."