Pretty Devil

Dante

Maddy walked seductively toward the stage, swinging her hips from side to side as she climbed the stairs. The second she stepped onto the stage, the entire club went quiet for a moment. All eyes were suddenly on her.

She started moving slowly to the heavy bass, rolling her hips in deep, smooth circles. Her hands slid down her body, cupping her breasts before moving lower. She turned around, bent over with straight legs, and began twerking, making her round ass bounce and clap to the rhythm. Then she dropped low into a squat, popping her hips up and down while looking back over her shoulder.

She danced like pure s*x, every movement confident, teasing, and filthy. The way she rolled her body, the way her hips moved, and the way she touched herself had the whole room hooked. Money started raining onto the stage as the men watched her, completely mesmerized by the masked beauty in front of them.

As Maddy danced, her eyes caught a particular man in the VIP section staring at her with intense focus. He sat with an air of power, surrounded by several men who clearly respected him. They stood close, watching his every move, waiting for any command.

Maddy quickly looked away and continued dancing, but moments later, the entire club suddenly came alive with energy. Markez had just walked in.

The girls on the floor immediately began greeting him loudly.

“Good evening, sir!” they called out almost in unison. Some of the bouncers and staff also nodded respectfully, saying, “Welcome back, boss.”

Markez barely acknowledged them. He simply raised his hand slightly as he walked through the club with purpose, heading straight to the VIP section. Without hesitation, he sat down right beside the powerful man who had been watching Maddy.

The two men exchanged a firm handshake and immediately began talking closely, their heads bent toward each other in serious conversation.

Markez stared straight at her from the VIP section and crooked his index finger, motioning for her to come over.

Maddy muttered under her breath, “Well, f**k,” as she stepped down from the stage. It was only then that she realized the important guest Markez had told her about that afternoon was the same man who had been staring at her the whole time.

When she got close, the man extended his hand toward her. As she reached to shake it, he blew a thick puff of cigar smoke directly into her face. Maddy blinked, fighting the urge to cough.

“Hey,” he said, his voice deep and smooth, “I’m Dante Vale.”

“Leave the formalities for later,” Markez sighed, grabbing Maddy’s arm roughly and pulling her to a corner away from the VIP section.

He leaned in close, his voice low and rude. “I know you’re a hard nut to crack, but this client is really important. Anything he wants, you f*****g give it to him. Do you understand?”

“Yes, boss,” Maddy replied flatly.

She walked back to Dante, grabbed his hand, and pulled him up from his seat. Without saying a word, she led him straight to one of the private rooms at the back of the club, her hips swaying as she walked ahead of him.

As soon as they entered the private room, Maddy pointed at the sofa and said, “Sit.”

Dante sat down without a word, watching her closely. She started dancing for him, keeping it nasty. She turned around, bent over, and twerked her ass slowly in his face, making it bounce and clap. She dropped low, rolled her hips in deep circles, then crawled toward him before standing up and squeezing her breasts together while grinding her hips like she was f*****g him in the air.

Dante licked his lips, clearly turned on. He reached into his pocket and started spraying her with money, throwing thick stacks of cash at her as she danced.

Within minutes, he was rock hard. The bulge in his pants was obvious.

Dante glanced at the door and noticed it was slightly open.

“Lock the door,” he ordered.

Maddy let out a light, sarcastic chuckle.

“Why?” she asked, her tone dripping with mockery.

Dante stared at her, then down at his visibly hard c**k, then back up at her, looking genuinely confused.

“Why?” he repeated, bewildered. “What do you mean why?”