TOXIC AND ADICTIVE

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“Oh yeah, baby, you’re so good, and you f**k me so well. "Just like that, yes, f**k, you’re so good, so gentle,” I moaned, obviously exaggerating. But he’d never know that. He didn’t need to. He was just another client, like so many others. My main goal was to make him come while making him believe he was amazing in bed. The better the experience he had with me, the more money flowed into my account and the better I lived.

“You like my c**k, don’t you, you filthy slut?” asked the fifty-something man I was riding, punctuating his words with a well-placed smack on my ass that echoed throughout the room.

“Aahan,” I moaned, mostly from the slap. I had felt the cold metal of his wedding ring, but truth be told, I liked spankings. “Yes baby, it’s so big and so hard. And damn, you f**k me so well.” Another lie. I’d had better, but he wasn’t bad for his kind. I preferred them younger. They were more energetic. But if you wanted real money, you had to diversify. The older they were, the better they paid.

“Yeah baby, just like that, you’re so f*****g good,” he said, gripping my ass tightly as I bounced on him. He was squeezing so hard I could tell he was close to release. I focused, increasing my moans, tightening my vaginal muscles, and picking up the rhythm.

“Rhaaaa,” he groaned under me as his body convulsed, definitely a sign he was climaxing. Well, at least one of us made it to cloud nine.

I lifted my hips, letting his now-flaccid c**k slip out. No way he could handle a second round. I removed the condom and headed to the tiny bathroom in the corner of the room to shower. Once I was done, I applied lotion, sprayed on some perfume, touched up my makeup and hair. I looked stunning as always. I grabbed the outfit I had carefully folded and tucked it away in the drawer to avoid wrinkles. When I returned to the room, I found my client still lying in the middle of the rumpled sheets, clear evidence of our recent activity.

“Where you going, baby doll?” he asked, his voice still drowsy.

“I’m going home. I want to sleep in my own sheets tonight, baby,” I said as I walked over to him. Once close, I gently ran my fingers through his graying hair. “So… did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yeah, baby doll, you can count me as one of your regulars now, beautiful. I walked into that club after the shittiest day, and right now, the world could burn, and I wouldn’t care. You’re better than coke.” I let out a fake laugh. A good orgasm is a hundred times more addictive than any drug on earth. I placed a quick peck on the corner of his lips, not that I intended to keep him long. He didn’t pay that well.

“In that case, maybe you could show your appreciation with a little tip?”

“I gave you twenty-five thousand dollars for an hour, and you want more?”

“What a shame. I really believed you when you said you wanted to become a regular client. It was a pleasure meeting you.” I whispered in his ear before running the tip of my tongue over his earlobe. As I stood, he grabbed my arm tightly.

“How much does it take to be one of your regulars?”

“My regulars book me for an entire night—one hundred grand. And trust me, they’re very generous with tips.” That was the only truth of the evening. I had five regular clients, and I rarely had fun with them. They were prioritized by how generous they were. I didn’t know what he expected, but to maintain my lifestyle, I needed serious cash. He liked seeing me pretty and well-dressed. He thought it came for free.

“In that case, I’ll give you double for the hour. Give me your banking details again.” I smiled, and quickly sent them over. In less than a minute, I got the payment notification. This time, I gave him a genuine smile and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

“See you soon, sweetheart.”

“Very soon, baby doll.”

And finally, I left the room. The deafening noise of the club music assaulted my ears the moment I stepped out. The rooms were soundproofed, so no one outside ever heard what happened inside, and vice versa.

“Rhéa! Rhéa!” I heard someone call behind me. Rhéa. that was me. The name my dear parents had chosen for me. When I turned around, I saw Santa coming out of one of the pavilion rooms. Of course, where else would she be?

“You’re leaving?” she asked in her small, sweet voice once she reached me. Physically, she matched her name perfectly. Pretty, innocent-looking face, long blonde hair, and those big pickle-green eyes. But on the inside, she was the opposite. People who didn’t know her might be fooled, but I knew her well. She was cunning and vicious, and she’d kill her own mother for a buck.

“Yeah, I feel like resting tonight.”

“But it’s only two in the morning. Stay just one more hour, please! We could go to another club if you want. I have already paid Simon his cut for the night, so I’m officially done with his club.” Simon was the owner of the club. We gave him 10% of our gross income per client—tips not included. The deal worked well for both sides, and he always kept the best clients for us. The more we made, the more he did.

“Yeah, I have already paid him too. But I was planning to head home.”

“It’s still early. The old guy I had just got me all hot and bothered, and if I don’t get an orgasm tonight, I’m going to lose my mind.”

“You never have enough, do you?” I laughed, seeing her blushing face.

“It’s not about ‘enough,’ I’d settle for the bare minimum. Look at me—I’m starving.”

“Go with Blue, then.”

“Blue left a few minutes after you with one of her regulars. She’ll be spending the night. We won’t see her until tomorrow night.” Blue was our friend. The three of us were always together. She was Chinese-American, tall like a model—honestly, I never understood why she didn’t go into modeling. She was six-foot-one, so 0.1 meters taller than me.

“Santa!”

“Please, Rhéa,” she said, giving me her best puppy-dog eyes. It was hard to say no to her.

“Okay, fine. Where do you want to go?”

“So! There’s a new club that just opened. I haven’t been yet, but I heard most of the members are new money. Since it’s opening night, I bet there’ll be some fresh fish. And you know we’re the perfect bait.”

“Santa!”

“What? It’s true!”

“I didn’t make enough money tonight, so I’m not in the mood to spend a lot.”

“Don’t be stingy! We won’t have to spend much. If we’ve got ten grand between the two of us, with our plunging necklines and your long legs, we’ll have men crawling to dirty our table. Don’t worry.”

“Fine. Where is it located?”