The Arrangement (unenhanced Edition) by AnnaRCase (books to read now .txt) 📖

Ebony soon worked her way back to the ground wanting the juicy details about what occurred in the Godwin Penthouse. She slinked down to the platform with a sexy ease and grace Amberleigh would never achieve. Amberleigh attempted to ignore her friend as she made eye contact with an older business man who had hair implants and botox, though tastefully done. He sipped his rich man drink and eyed her from head to toe the way he would a yacht he intended to buy.  Not a VIP since he was in the Rainbow Room, but he smelled of money like a fragrance he was wearing.

“That was fuckin fast,” said Ebony. “Tell me everything bitch. Does Grayson Godwin got a dick the size of a yacht. Or more like a rowboat like his daddy?”

“I’m just that good. Some things are better left up to the imagination. A lady never tells.”

Ebony cackled, “So I take it as you were nothing spectacular then? He got lost in your cunt and needed the fuckin coast guard to rescue him.”

Even though she knew it was entirely un-lady like behavior, Amberleigh flipped her friend the middle finger. She’d never got any complaints about having a loose vagina, and kegels were the only exercise she did on a regular basis. Nadia could lift a bowling ball up by her vagina, and it was rumored she’d purposely broken a marks dick with her cunt once This came after after he had the balls to insult her skills in the bedroom. Katia had killed a client once, her sex was so good his heart couldn’t take it, but Amberleigh had no such stories to tell like really. Unless you counted the time a drunk college boy fell out of the bed during her naked juggling and busted his head open on the nightstand.

Ebony laughed and blew her kisses. She said she expected all the dets of the Godwin fuck after their shift.  This put Amberleigh in a tough spot. Stick to her legally binding confidentiality agreement and not even tell her best friend she was leaving the club, or sing like her mother had done to knock years off her sentence and rat out her dealer. Krystal Dubois overdose in jail had been no accident. Her slip of the tongue had cost her life, and Amberleigh’s would cost her her life as she knew it. You didn’t fuck with a powerful family like the Godwin’s unless you wanted to be fucked in return.

It was a good thing a man with a beer came swaggering up to the podium. It was just the distraction Amberleigh needed. He wasn’t hideous to look at or anything, probably had been somewhat pleasing to the eye twenty years and twenty pounds ago. But he had pit stains and his dark hair was plastered to his head, not in a purposeful, sexy, hair product way. And he smelled like he’d just come from a goat orgy in the barnyard.

Ebony backed up and that bitch went back up the rope rather quickly. Amberleigh was surprised Ebony hadn’t literally shoved her at the man like a sacrifice.  Fuck. He was smiling at her and she had nowhere to escape herself. She put on her forced customer service grin while internally she pleaded he would move on to the next platform.

No such luck. Motherfucker didn’t waste no time handing her a golden egg.

                “Happy fuckin Birthday to me! Hell yeah. You look just like my neighbor I jacked off to during high school. Can I call you Meg?”

                She bite down her revulsion and breathed through her mouth. It was no wonder why he had never gotten Meg in high school. He didn’t seem to believe in deodorant. Or bathing. She ran a nail down his sweaty cheek.

                “Honey, you can call me whoever you want. And I can be whoever you want me to be,” she said.

                “Show me your titties! Meg had great tits. She liked to change in front of her window every night to give me a show. She liked when I watched. Dirty girl.”

He laughed obnoxiously and grabbed at his crotch. Nope, that wasn’t at all remotely creepy or stalker like behavior to get off watching a girl changing in her bedroom. He probably had photos and videos he’d taken of his neighbor also. But for weirdos like him, the Cobra Club was the outlet they needed to avoid breaking the law.  So he was a voyeur then. She could work with this.

                “Well I would be more than happy to give you a private show in my room honey. Right this way.”

She grabbed his sweaty hand and led him through the crowded room. It was nine a.m. on a Sunday morning, in fact the church several floors below would begin its service soon, but up in this club it was whatever hour folks wanted it to be. The party was still going strong and would likely continue to go so for several more hours. The VIPS choosing to participate were invited to an orgy at noon, with a ratio estimated to be five Page or Goddesses per client. And the final event for the regulars was free body shots at noon from a tasty variety of club personnel. All flavors to suit any tastes.

Not that Amberleigh was looking forward to tasting her latest mark. But it wasn’t the first time shed been faced with a less than desirable fuck. She would just have to get creative to solve this unfortunate set of circumstances. And she knew just what to do to spare her gag reflex, her sense of smell, and her dignity. And bring his pubescent fantasy to life. Splish splash fuckin in the bath it was.