Confessions of an Escort：The Dark Hobbies of the Wealthy - Chapter 18: Chapter 18
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Alexander finally tore his gaze away and turned on his heel.
"Alright, folks—main event time."
He produced a massive bowl with a theatrical flourish. "You know how this works. Everyone chips in one load."
The men whooped with excitement, immediately dragging their female companions into action.
Maybe the earlier game had been too much—this time, nobody even glanced in my direction.
I tightened my grip on the cash, grateful for the temporary reprieve.
When they were done, Alexander suddenly lunged forward, grabbing the rising starlet by her hair.
"On your knees—now!"
Trembling, she dropped to the floor, confusion and fear flashing in her eyes.
He ripped open a condom and emptied every last drop inside.
The thing bloated unnaturally, thick as a damn soda can.
Then, without hesitation, he shoved it into her—forcing it deep.
"No... please, no—"
Her sobs came hard and fast, tears streaking her makeup as she shook her head in frantic protest.
Nobody cared. Nobody even looked.
They just lined up, taking their turns like it was nothing, chatting like they were at a damn barbecue.
And then came the bets—who'd be the one to burst it first?
Winner takes all. A hundred grand from every man in the room.
"Alright, folks—main event time."
He produced a massive bowl with a theatrical flourish. "You know how this works. Everyone chips in one load."
The men whooped with excitement, immediately dragging their female companions into action.
Maybe the earlier game had been too much—this time, nobody even glanced in my direction.
I tightened my grip on the cash, grateful for the temporary reprieve.
When they were done, Alexander suddenly lunged forward, grabbing the rising starlet by her hair.
"On your knees—now!"
Trembling, she dropped to the floor, confusion and fear flashing in her eyes.
He ripped open a condom and emptied every last drop inside.
The thing bloated unnaturally, thick as a damn soda can.
Then, without hesitation, he shoved it into her—forcing it deep.
"No... please, no—"
Her sobs came hard and fast, tears streaking her makeup as she shook her head in frantic protest.
Nobody cared. Nobody even looked.
They just lined up, taking their turns like it was nothing, chatting like they were at a damn barbecue.
And then came the bets—who'd be the one to burst it first?
Winner takes all. A hundred grand from every man in the room.
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