Pretty Devil

Champagne

Maddy set her phone down, still biting her lip, heart racing as she pictured him squirming.

Seconds later, her phone buzzed with his immediate reply. His message was shorter, raw, and dripping with desperation:

“Yes Mummy… I’m already leaking like a pathetic slut, c**k throbbing and dripping for you. I’ll stay denied and desperate all night. Tomorrow I’ll crawl and let you use my face however you want. Please break me, Mummy. I’m your worthless toy.”

Maddy picked up her phone and read his reply. A smirk crossed her lips. She didn’t text back, letting his desperate words linger unanswered.

Just as she was about to set the phone aside, it rang. Vanessa’s name flashed across the screen. Maddy answered.

“Hey girl,” she said.

“Maddy, I’m so sorry for what happened last night,” Vanessa said, sounding genuinely guilty. “I should’ve told you when the boss arrived. I didn’t want to ruin your night, but I know I f****d up by not giving you a heads up.”

“It’s fine,” Maddy replied calmly.

Vanessa exhaled dramatically. “Can I come see you? I have champagne. Please don’t say no, I really need to talk and fix this vibe. I’ll be quick, I promise.”

Maddy chuckled a bit, shaking her head. “Alright, come through.”

Minutes later, Vanessa arrived at Maddy’s apartment, Maddy opened the door for her as she retrieved the bottle of champagne in her hand. She popped it open with a loud pop and poured two glasses before flopping onto the couch.

Vanessa said, eyes wide with curiosity as Maddy handed her a glass. “Before I say anything else , how was your nasty night with that rich guy?

Maddy gave a nasty smirk and took a slow sip of her champagne, letting the bubbles linger on her tongue.

“Oh, it was filthy,” she said, voice low and satisfied.

Vanessa’s eyes widened, letting out a dramatic “Damn, girl!” as she took a big sip of her drink.

Maddy leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “How filthy?" Vanessa asked in curiosity. "Ohhh, mad filthy,” she whispered excitedly as she told Vanessa every dirty detail of her client’s fantasy.

“Well, let’s just hope Markez doesn’t find out you secretly hooked up with a client behind his back,” Vanessa sighed.

“Oh, I have something to tell you,” Maddy said, pouring herself another glass of champagne. She took a deep breath, knowing Vanessa was going to freak out.

“He wants to hook up again,” Maddy added, then gulped down the rest of the champagne in one go.

“What?!” Vanessa exclaimed, eyes widening. “Maddy, what do you think you’re doing? We both agreed it was going to be a one-night thing!”

“Relax, Nes,” Maddy replied calmly. “It would be hidden. I promise. No one would know.”

“No, no, no,” Vanessa shook her head violently. “If Markez finds out, you’re going to be in serious danger. You shouldn’t think of doing this once more.”

“I will, Nes,” Maddy said, assuring her friend. “And it's going to stay a secret.”

“Or…” Vanessa paused, “You could just tell Markez and give him the money the client pays, at least you'll be safer.”

“No!” Maddy shouted immediately. “I’m tired of Markez always using me as his puppet.”

“It’s because you aren’t in my shoes, Nes,” Maddy said quietly. “I can’t leave because of that f*****g man.”

Maddy stared at Vanessa for a moment, then asked, “Why do you keep working at the club, Nes?”

Vanessa’s face fell, sadness filling her eyes. “Well in my case, Markez threatens me to stay and work for him… but in your case, I really don’t know why you’re still putting up with him.”

“Relax, babe,” Vanessa said softly, “I already told you there aren’t many jobs available out there.”

Maddy sighed and poured them both more champagne. A small smirk crept back onto her face as she remembered the night.

“Anyway… back to that client,” she continued, lowering her voice. “Girl, he was so f*****g nasty. I had him on his knees choking on my p***y while I whipped his back. Then I made him f**k me from behind in the bathtub and he came so hard inside me. He was literally begging to be my slave again. Calling me Mummy the whole time like a desperate little bitch.”

Vanessa shook her head, half-amused and half-worried. “You really let him c*m inside you? Maddy, you’re playing with fire.”

Before Maddy could reply, her phone suddenly started ringing on the table. The name “Markez” flashed brightly on the screen.