BOOK TWO: The Devil And The Stripper.
1117 Words
The woman on the stage moved with effortless grace, every swing of her hip and every movement of her waist causing a stir. She grabbed the pole with her eyes latched onto the crowd of lustful men, her tongue gliding across her cherry red lips on purpose.
When she leaped onto the pole, curling her legs around it, with her bare breasts exposed and n*****s erect, the crowd cheered, most of them shifting their hands to the growth in their pants.
Her breasts were huge, so big that dragging them around had become a problem. A man needed his two hands to cup them, they were her money makers, them and her pretty, pink p***y that she only allowed special guests to see.
Her name was Madison Pierce, known for her sultry movements and breathtaking energy in bed. She was the most desired stripper in New York City, a beauty so sought after that she had become exclusive to the richest men in the country.
They came from all over the country to watch her strip, to touch those beautiful t**s and if they're lucky, have her all to themselves for a night. Any man would give anything to suck those gorgeous t**s, and Killian Cleeve was no exception.
He was the most feared man in the city, feared even by the government partly because of his sickening records and the power his late father garnered when he was alive.
He was rumored to be a mafia king, but that part of him had remained discreet, as he preferred to move in the shadows. He was known as the devil; the handsome devil.
He was in the strip club that night, sitting like the devil himself, his sharp, honey brown eyes following every movement that Madison made, wanting nothing more but to have her all to himself.
His Adam's apple bobbed occasionally, his fists tightening around his glass as she leaned towards the crowd, allowing the ravaging men grope those beautiful boobs. They twisted her n*****s, bounced her boobs in their palms and begged for a night. She only smiled at them, returning to the pole like it was her home.
"Just a night with you Madison!" Some of the men screamed shamelessly, and Killian scoffed.
He hated that they were all over her, touching what should belong to him. He wanted her to himself, and he was going to get her.
"Look at my d**k! It's the biggest in this room! Just let me f**k those boobs!" Another man screamed, letting his c**k out in public and Madison blew him a kiss, before turning around and spreading her legs wide open.
The men erupted in wild cheers, throwing money at her. Some stroked their d***s harder, while a few already cummed just by watching her. Her body was irresistible, smooth and seductive.
Unable to watch any more of the tomfoolery, Killian got to his feet and made his way out of the strip club, meeting a few of the other strippers who begged him to look at them.
He didn't need to say a word for them to get out of his way. All he did was throw them deadly glares, his venomous eyes doing the trick.
Instead of going home, he went around the back and into the lounge where Madison usually came to cool off after her hot shows. No one, not even the guards dared to stop him, they would have their heads ripped off their necks if they dared.
After about fifteen minutes of waiting in the lounge, he heard giggles of a group of girls, and then Madison entered with two other girls, all naked and completely shocked to see him.
"Who are you?" Madison's soft voice came, soft but firm. She raised a brow at him, her n*****s pointing straight at him and he didn't even bother to look away from those monster t**s.
He had only seen such massive breasts in porn, never in real life, and now he was staring at them? Nothing was going to stop him now from claiming her and making her his.
Killian was known for being promiscuous. He never cared about any girl enough to keep her after he had gotten what he wanted...the warmth of her p***y. Love didn't exist in his dictionary. He believed in one night stands and f*****g for the benefits.
Madison was no exception, he just wanted to experience her.
One thing about him, he never liked to share his catch with anyone until he was done with them.
"I want you, Madison Pierce." He stated, his voice low and tempting, making Madison shudder from where she stood.
She was hardly aroused by any man, she only did what was required of her.. to f**k them and get her money, but this hot stranger was making her feel things? How on earth was she getting wet just by hearing his voice?
"Then you'll have to wait and book an appointment like everyone else." She said coldly, trying to ignore the effect that the man had on her.
"I'm not the kind of man that waits around for a turn." He moved closer to her, his hands in his pockets as he towered above her, his form swallowing hers.
He threw the other two a glare, and they scampered away, then he turned back to Madison who had her arms crossed on those t**s of hers.
"And what exactly makes you special? You better leave or I'll call security." She warned, trying to walk past him but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back, pinning her in place. She gasped, her heart racing as she tried to get away.
"I'll kill them all, don't dare me." He spat, and she swallowed, intoxicated by his husky voice.
"W..who are you?" She asked, her voice frail.
"Killian Cleeve, and I want you to become my private stripper." He answered and her heart almost jumped out of her chest.
Everyone knew Killian Cleeve, but she never expected to be standing in front of the very man whose name commanded power and whose order was the law. A single order from him could end anyone's life, including hers.
"Please Mr Cleeve, I don't want any trouble." She pleaded, trying to move away but his strong grip held her in place, and her boobs dangled.
"There won't be any trouble darling, as long as you accept my offer. I have a pole and a stage waiting for you at home, and be rest assured, you will be heavily compensated."
And just like that, she gave in, attracted to something far deeper than the money he offered or the danger that lurked around him.
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