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Madison fell into the sofa, her legs still shaking from all she went through that night. The way Killian terrorized her p***y with his fingers became a haunting memory, and his scent clung to her like a second skin. She couldn't get any of it off her mind.
Betty, her housemate, emerged from the kitchen with a plate of Alfredo pasta in her palm. She swallowed a spoonful before going to sit next to Madison.
"I was starting to think that you would spend the rest of the night with your client."
Madison turned to look at her, her stomach rumbling at the sight of the food. "You know I never spend the night no matter what." She answered, but she wished she had.
"So, tell me, how was it?" Betty's eyes lit up as she dropped the plate of pasta on the table. She was also a stripper, but not nearly as popular as Madison.
Betty was beautiful, an orphan who had come to New York to follow her passion of being a health care worker, but instead, fell in love with stripping for money.
"Oh.. he was okay." Madison grabbed the plate.
"Hey! Go get yours in the kitchen!" Betty yelled with furrowed brows, snatching the plate from her. Madison rolled her eyes and got up reluctantly.
"Glutton." She muttered under her breath before disappearing into the kitchen.
Madison could barely sleep that night after having dinner. The outline of Killian's d**k inside his pants kept her awake. She had never craved for a man's c**k as much as she craved his at that moment and she had no idea why.
Perhaps it was his dangerous calmness, or how he reaked of sin. Or maybe it was because he was the hottest man she had ever set her eyes on. Whatever it was, she wanted it. She wanted that darkness to be wrapped around her like a blanket.
Thinking about him all night gave her goosebumps. She remained wet until morning. She had no other choice but to pull out her rose toy.
Cummig for the third time that day seemed to do the trick, and she ended up sleeping like a baby early the next morning.
It was barely ten in morning when Madison's phone started to ring on the drawer beside her bed. She groaned loudly, wondering who would be calling her that early when she was supposed to be getting her beauty sleep. Mornings were the only times she could sleep in preparation for the work she did at night.
When the phone didn't stop ringing, she rolled over and reached for it, placing it on her ear with a grunt as soon as she answered. She was still curled up on her bed, clutching her duvet to her chest.
"Hello?"
"Madison, good morning."
That was Sergei, the owner of the pleasure house where she worked.
"Sergei? What's up?" She asked sleepily into the phone.
"How's my favorite stripper of all time doing?" Sergei's smile could be felt, and Madison smelled something fishy. She knew that he only praised her when he wanted her to take last minute jobs.
"No, Sergei, no." She shook her head. "I know what you're about to say but no. I have appointments tonight, I have to strip for.."
"Listen Madison, you can't do this to me, you can't say no. This minister is coming in from Europe just for you, and I promised him that you were going to give him the best treatment." Sergei said desperately but Madison scoffed, sitting up.
"Well maybe you should have checked with me before making promises." She fired.
"Please Madison!" Sergei pushed. "He's willing to pay quite a huge sum of money for this. I don't want to miss out on this deal. I'll give you what you've always wanted, a private lounge."
Madison couldn't help but consider the mouth watering offer. She had always wanted a private lounge, somewhere she didn't have to share with the other girls and where she didn't have to live by the pleasure house's rules.
"Fine..but I'm bailing if I don't like him." She warned.
"I'm sure you will when he gives you cash!" Sergei laughed before hanging up. Madison groaned and then fell back into the bed, continuing with her sleep.
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Madison walked into the hotel with her head held high. The pink mini dress she wore barely covered her round ass, the tassels jiggling as she walked. Her hair was styled, heated into perfect curls, and a silver purse hung from her shoulder as her matching heels kissed the tiled floor.
She got directions to the room from the receptionist and made her way up, not minding the stares she received from both men and women. She smiled at the men who almost walked into walls while staring at her dipping neckline.
When she got to the executive room, she was let in by a stout man with the biggest stomach she had ever seen. He was bald, with obvious greed written all over him. She was immediately repulsed by him, her body running cold.
"So, you'll take your clothes off and we'll get started." He licked his lips lustfully, ravaging her body with his eyes. She shuddered at the thought of having that man's short d**k inside her.
"I can't wait to taste the most popular p***y in this city, the one men can't seem to get enough of." He added, throwing off the towel that he had around his waist. Madison almost gagged at the small three inch thing in-between his legs, and even worse, it was erect! That was as big at it could get.
"Nope! I can't!" She bolted towards the door. "I only deal with c***s, not penises." She spat before running out and slamming the door shut.
She made her way out of the hotel, feeling disappointed. Her thoughts drifted off to Killian and how good it would feel to have that monster c**k inside her.
The night was still young, and she couldn't let it go to waste, she had to get laid that night no matter what, and the only man she wanted to f**k out her senses was Killian.
Madison sighed at her thoughts. How could she be obsessed with a d**k she hadn't even physically seen?
She didn't care, she just wanted him.
Unable to hold back anymore, she took an Uber to Killian's house, and luckily, she was told by his guards that he was home that night. She majestically walked to the front door and pushed the doorbell.
While waiting, she tugged on her dress, making the neckline dip lower, to expose her sumptuous cleavage even more. Her n*****s poked the flimsy material, showing just how turned on she was.
When Killian didn't come to answer the door, she pushed the doorbell again.
"The door is open, miss Pierce," the intercom beeped and she gasped, jolting.
"Mr Cleeve." She muttered, her heart racing at the sound of his steel voice. She pressed the intercom button.
"I know you didn't ask me to come today but I was just around the neighborhood and decided to say hello." Her cheeks flushed. Did he see her tugging at her dress earlier?
But then, his voice came again, deep, cold, and like obsession hiding behind control.
"Come in, miss Pierce."
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