Confessions of an Escort：The Dark Hobbies of the Wealthy - Chapter 15: Chapter 15
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I hadn't slept a wink except for those four hours when I completely blacked out.
The celebrity Alexander Valdemar had set his sights on was in even worse shape. By sunrise, she was completely spent - just a limp, lifeless ragdoll on the floor.
"Alright people, party's over," Alexander announced, taking control of the situation. "Time to settle up. Everyone bring enough cash?"
"Some things you can skimp on - this ain't one of 'em," said the guy who'd first struck up conversation with Alexander, pulling out a fat stack. "Twenty grand. That cover it?"
"Got fifteen here."
"I'm in for thirteen..."
Then some hotshot dragged in a whole damn suitcase.
"Fifty large, right here!"
"Holy shit!"
The room went wild.
"Richard, you trying to get yourself killed today?" Alexander joked.
Richard didn't give a fuck. Stark naked, he jumped up on the coffee table. "Can't wait till afternoon. Let's do this now. You, you, you..." He pointed at six women, then flopped onto the couch and slammed sixty grand on the table.
"On your knees, single file. Three minutes each. First one to make me pop takes the cash."
The chosen women hit the deck instantly, crawling toward him like hungry bitches in heat, shooting daggers at each other.
First girl went down.
Three minutes later, she came up for air and crawled to the back of the line for round two...
"Richard's got balls of fucking steel. Unbelievable."
Alexander shook his head in admiration as he headed upstairs.
Then he turned to me. "What the hell are you standing around for, bitch? Need another beating? Get your ass up here and sleep. You'll get your turn to earn this afternoon."
The celebrity Alexander Valdemar had set his sights on was in even worse shape. By sunrise, she was completely spent - just a limp, lifeless ragdoll on the floor.
"Alright people, party's over," Alexander announced, taking control of the situation. "Time to settle up. Everyone bring enough cash?"
"Some things you can skimp on - this ain't one of 'em," said the guy who'd first struck up conversation with Alexander, pulling out a fat stack. "Twenty grand. That cover it?"
"Got fifteen here."
"I'm in for thirteen..."
Then some hotshot dragged in a whole damn suitcase.
"Fifty large, right here!"
"Holy shit!"
The room went wild.
"Richard, you trying to get yourself killed today?" Alexander joked.
Richard didn't give a fuck. Stark naked, he jumped up on the coffee table. "Can't wait till afternoon. Let's do this now. You, you, you..." He pointed at six women, then flopped onto the couch and slammed sixty grand on the table.
"On your knees, single file. Three minutes each. First one to make me pop takes the cash."
The chosen women hit the deck instantly, crawling toward him like hungry bitches in heat, shooting daggers at each other.
First girl went down.
Three minutes later, she came up for air and crawled to the back of the line for round two...
"Richard's got balls of fucking steel. Unbelievable."
Alexander shook his head in admiration as he headed upstairs.
Then he turned to me. "What the hell are you standing around for, bitch? Need another beating? Get your ass up here and sleep. You'll get your turn to earn this afternoon."
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