Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
I could tell that she was pleased with my appearance, her breath caught as she took in my slender, yet curvy form. I was nervous and tried like hell not to show it. This was my only chance, which I was sure of. There would be no second chances with her; that much I knew to be true.
I wore a black petticoat with fuck me heels and the click of my heels mimicked the beat of my heart as I walked toward her desk.
She cocked her head to the side. “Hello.”
I smiled and took a seat in front of her desk.
“Can I help you?” she questioned, not taking her eyes away from my face.
She was breathtakingly beautiful. I was like a moth to flame, getting pulled in deeper to the slow burn of my rebirth.
“Not as much as I can help you,” I responded.
She grinned. “And how, pray tell, can you help me?”
Even her voice had a magnetic pull. I didn’t stand a chance from the moment I held the black business card in my hands. It was meant to be.
I unbuttoned my coat from top to bottom to expose my creamy, naked white skin. Her eyes followed my fingers and once they were set on my mound, I spread my legs.
I licked my lips and said, “I want to be a VIP.”
She chuckled, taking in my forwardness, I knew how she operated; VIPs didn’t come to her. She went to them.
She placed her hands on the desk in a prayer motion. “I pick you, darling, not the other way around,” she informed, but I already knew that.
“I know,” I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth and silently took a deep breath. The next words that would come out of my mouth would be set in stone once they were heard. There was no going back after I said it. “Fuck me. If you don’t like it, I’ll leave, but I guarantee you will.”
She smiled bright and big and her eyes lit up. “Stand up.”
I did.
She did a twirling motion with her finger, wanting me to turn around, and I did.
“Stop,” she ordered when my back was facing her. “Bend over,” she declared.
I swallowed the saliva that had pooled in my mouth and prayed she couldn’t smell my nervousness. She was testing me and I didn’t want to fail. I had never been exposed like this for anyone, not even Landon, but I leaned forward to let her inspect my pussy.
“Turn around,” she beckoned in a sultry tone.
I turned and raised an eyebrow, waiting for approval, praying that she would give it to me.
“What makes you think that I would take someone throwing themselves at me? That’s not an attractive quality, darling. VIPs aren’t made… they’re born. You just seem like a slutty girl wanting to make some money; I can give you the card of a very exclusive strip club. They will love you there. This is The Cathouse, not the titty bar. ”
“I want to work for you, no one else,” I argued. “I’m a VIP.” It was time to prove it to her and to myself. I reached into my jacket and pulled out the dildo, and I could immediately tell she was proud and intrigued.
I sat back down in the chair and placed both my heels on the sides, spreading my legs wide open. I seductively peeked my eyes up at her, asking for silent permission, and her eyes lit brighter. I knew who was in charge and I wasn’t ashamed to admit it.
She nodded, allowing me to proceed.
I took the impressive size toy into my mouth and deep throated it all the way in, not gagging.
Thank you, Landon.
I sucked the fake cock like it was an actual man in front of me. My hand and head did all the motions of actual oral sex. After I got it nice and wet, I slowly and seductively slid it down my body.
I stroked my clit until I was turned on and then slid it in. My other hand kneaded and caressed my breast and I fucked myself with the toy, never taking my eyes off her. The months that I prepared for this exact moment couldn’t have gone any better.
She couldn’t take it anymore and moved out of her chair to bend in front of me. “You want to be a VIP?” she asked and I eagerly nodded.
“First lesson you need to learn is I make the rules, not you.” She placed the palm of her hand on my clit and pressed forward.
“I tell you when to come,” she whispered in my ear as she worked my nub into a frenzy and assisted with her other hand, working the dildo in and out of me. It didn’t take long till I was withering and moaning to come. Her tongue found its way into my mouth, and she sucked on my bottom lip as I came unglued on the seat.