Chapter 9 Go To Dimitri's Company 1
MADISON POV
Madi? What are you doing standing there? — Ma'am Rose comes out of the office, grabs me in the hallway, and looks in the direction Denise went.
Nothing, I was just going to the kitchen to get something to eat.
She let go of me and went back inside.
I push my murderous thoughts aside and go eat something, I end up making a delicious pasta with white sauce.
My specialty.
The girls wake up too, after smelling the sweet aroma, and we all have lunch together, laughing and joking around the table.
"Honestly, I don't know how those old people manage to have so much money to spend at the club; they can barely walk.
Yesterday on my show, an old man saw me, and he immediately paid just to fuck me.
When he woke up, I pretended it was the best sex I'd ever had in my life," Renee said, making us all burst into laughter.
"The only ones who can get hot guys here are Madi and Denise.
My friend, I'm so jealous of you, but it's good to be jealous, okay?" Laura confesses.
"I'd rather pretend I had amazing sex with an old man.
Don't be fooled, girls, my 'strong and handsome' clients aren't all that great, if you know what I mean.
They might be big on muscles, but down there they're not even the size of my little finger," I tell them.
The conversation continues until Ma'am Rose suddenly comes in, calling me.
Madi, go get ready.
Denise messed up with a client and he asked for another girl, specifically you.
So hurry up.
"Didn't I say so? Everyone wants Madi, the Goddess of Sex," Laura jokes.
I really didn't react; all I did was go upstairs and get ready as quickly as I could.
Ma'am Rose gave me the address of Dimitri's company, and when I got there, I was impressed.
The entrance hall was packed with prominent people.
The men in their elegant, perfectly tailored suits, the women in elegant blouses and flawless pencil skirts, and trousers.
Everyone was serious, passing back and forth.
I crossed the hall and my black heels clicked against the floor making that annoying sound, but there were so many heels that nobody there cared or worried about the noise.
Upon arriving at reception, I give my name and the receptionist looks me up and down as if she already knows what I'm going to do there but I don't care; I've received far worse looks that I've gotten used to.
In fact, everything they think is reality.
I am a whore, and there's nothing I can do to change that.
I got into the elevator and pressed the top floor button.
The company is gigantic, judging by what I'd seen from the outside before going in.
I could have gone to college, graduated, and worked at a company like this, but fate had other plans for me.
The elevator door opens, and I come face-to-face with Denise.
Her face is a mixture of sadness and anger.
When she sees me, the anger increases.
It's not my fault if she did something wrong, but I didn't miss the opportunity to provoke her.
Looks like you weren't able to carry out your threat, were you?
Denise doesn't answer me, she just walks past me, bumps my arm a little forcefully, and gets into the elevator.
Before the door closes, I wave goodbye and give her a small smile.
I find a brunette with wavy hair sitting down, and she looks me up and down, but her gaze towards me is completely different from the one the receptionist downstairs gave me.
Good morning, I was called by Mr. Thompson
Good morning, Miss Madison.
Mr. Thompson is already expecting you, please follow me.
The young woman guides me to a door on which his name is written on it.
She carefully announces me, and then makes way for me to enter.
"Good to see you again, Madi," he said as his secretary closed the door.
"Likewise," I tell him.
I called you here because I need to relax.
I will have a meeting soon, and your colleague couldn't give me what I wanted.
I hope you can.
"Tell me your wish, and I will fulfill it." My voice comes out sensual, and I am surprised.
Come here.
I approach him and he rips off my dress, leaving me in just my underwear.
Of all the women I've ever been with, your body is the one I most enjoy..
Your words make me feel incredibly desired.
His mouth goes straight to my breasts, making my nipples hard in seconds.
I desire to fuck you on my desk.
"And what are you waiting for?" I said, raising an eyebrow.
The cheeky little smile Dimitri gave was the signal; when I looked, Dimitri had thrown everything off the table and I was leaning over it with my backside completely exposed to him.
He didn't even bother to take off my panties; he just moved them aside, and then I felt his cock sliding inside me.
Holy shit, you're so hot.
I can't say a single word; all that comes out of my mouth is moan after moan.
Madi, as exciting as your moans are, remember, we're in my office.
I swear I tried my best to control myself, but Dimitri's strong thrusts, hitting my G-spot, weren't helping.
Having sex on his desk was fucking amazing.
The position I was in was perfect for his cock to enter, and it gave me immense pleasure every time he went in and out.
His balls hitting my ass got harder and harder.
I felt my orgasm building; I was almost there, and Dimitri, noticing this, sped up his movements even more.
Oh my God.... Dimitri..... — I violently exclaimed his name.
"That's it, my darling, cum for me," he lifts me and whispers in my ear, "Your pleasure is my pleasure."
Dimitri pulled his cock out of my pussy and sat me down on the table, positioning himself between my legs.
He hadn't cum yet, and I'm sure, judging by his expression, that he wanted much more from me.
I wanted to taste his lips again, so I kissed him.
His hand went straight to my waist, pulling me closer then I wrapped my legs around his body, and he lifted me by my butt.
"Delicious," he said after biting my lips.
Wow, God of sex — I tell him.
"I'll take that as a compliment," he jokes.
That was the nickname the girls gave you after seeing you at the club.
"And did you like the nickname they gave me?" he asks curiously.
To be honest, they nailed it. They just forgot to add "Damn good."
"I like your dirty mouth," he confesses, looking at me.
"I like your mouth between my legs," I replied boldly.
As we were about to start the second round, a voice filled the office.
"Mr. Thompson, the partners have arrived for the meeting," I recognize the secretary's voice.
"Damn it, they had to arrive now, what the hell," Dimitri said angrily.
"I think it's time for me to leave," I said, trying to get out of his arms, but he holds me back.
I'm not finished with you, you're not leaving now, Madi.
Hide under the table.
I'll finish this meeting as quickly as I can, and then you'll be mine again.
I can't believe I'm going to go under the table naked, holy shit.
Since I'm a professional whore and Ma'am's Rose's first rule is to do everything the clients want, I didn't say anything and just did what he asked.
Dimitri tells the secretary that they can come in, and then I hear their greetings.
" Mr. Thompson, as the CEO of the company, we can't decide anything without speaking to you.
There was a problem with one of the partnership contracts with Valva Prime; the company didn't fulfill one of the clauses and owes us a considerable amount.
Their lawyers want to reach an agreement to avoid a lawsuit against them; they're afraid this information will leak and harm their other business deals."
I really wasn't in the mood to sit here listening to talk about contracts, so when I saw Dimitri's zipper open, I had an idea that would surprise him.