Chapter 14 Dancing For The Groom
MADISON POV
Everywhere I went, the most talked-about subject was the wedding of Billionaire Dimitri Thompson.
I have to admit, deep down, I expected more from him, but the truth is, I need to accept my life since I was sold like this, and it will never change.
I can't delude myself anymore.
I had to stay away from the clubs for a week because my face was swollen; nobody would want a prostitute all bruised.
On one hand, it was good—a week without that filth, disgusting men touching me—but on the other hand, when I go back I'll have to work double shifts.
1 WEEK LATER
Ma'am Rose's mood was unbearable; she kept complaining that her profits had dropped since what happened.
I'm the best prostitute she has, the most sought-after, the most desired by all men, and she knows it.
She makes a fortune with me, and with my absence, the money she always earns has consequently decreased.
Unfortunately, I'm going back to the club today while I was getting my clothes ready for tonight's show, Laura came into my room looking very unhappy.
Ma'am Rose wants you in her office now.
I stare intently at my friend, silently asking for more information, but she says nothing.
I put my clothes aside and go to meet her, knock on her office door, and she tells me to come in.
"Did you call me?" I ask.
Yes, sit down.
I sit in the chair facing her, she looks serious, which makes me even more nervous.
So you were supposed to go back to the club tonight, but at the last minute plans changed.
I got a call from one of the clients asking for three girls for a bachelor party, but he wants you as the star attraction of the night.
Highlight?
What do you mean?
You will dress up in a costume and perform for all the guests, including the groom.
The client had the idea for you to emerge from a wedding cake, and he will pay a lot for this performance.
Okay, I'll do it.
Great, I'll have the costume brought to your room and in twenty minutes you'll go to the rehearsal room to learn the choreography.
It's not difficult at all, you'll do well.
I left the room, I didn't ask who the groom was, because that doesn't interest me either.
The important thing is that I'm not going to the club tonight; God answer my prayers.
"So, what did she want?" - Laura asked, always curious.
I'm not going to a club, I'm going dancing at a bachelor party.
Seriously? Great news, the good thing about these parties is that you don't have to sleep with anyone unless you want to.
That's not my case.
I know, so what are you going to do?
I'll know in 10 minutes.
Rehearsal room? We smiled.
After learning the choreography, I go up to the room; the costume is laid out on the bed, it's beautiful, with all the intricate details.
I take a very thorough bath, apply oil all over my body to leave my skin soft, Laura does my makeup, and finally, I put on the outfit.
You look incredibly sexy. If I were a man, I would definitely hit on you.
Jessy burst out laughing at Laura's comment.
My sexy bridal costume comes with a touch of sensuality and delicacy, the all-white corset with a pair of stockings and a garter belt, the gloves are made of lace, and the mask is made of tulle with a satin ribbon to tie, along with a lace veil.
"I have to agree with you, I really do look sexy," I said, checking myself out in the mirror.
The time to go to the party arrived, so the driver drove me then.
When I get there, I'm surprised by the party venue; it's a very beautiful house, very expensive, just to emphasize.
A woman is waiting for me to take me inside, I hear the loud music and the excitement of the people; my curiosity grows.
Who will be getting married?
I'm led to a room where there are several dancers and the fake cake from which I will emerge.
It's enormous, all white.
I entered and felt it being moved.
I hear a man talking excitedly as the cake is carried in front of the groom.
When I hear two knocks, it's showtime.
Five minutes later, I hear the knocks and I get up, stepping out on top of the cake, but I freeze when I see that the groom in front of me is Dimitri
Dimitri seems even more surprised than I am, but since I was hired to work, this is what I'll do.
The music starts playing, and I sensually look directly at him. Two boys help me out of the crowd.
I walk towards Dimitri, who is sitting completely still in a chair.
I take his hands and run them over my body, this touch brings back incredible memories.
I twerk for him and then sit on his lap, to the delight of the other men present.
Everyone applauds the performance, Dimitri grabs my arm, pulling me away from the others.
"What are you doing here?" he asked sharply.
I'm working; I was hired to dance for the groom, but I just didn't know it was you.
He looks me up and down, that look alone puts my whole body on alert.
You have to leave here now.
I can't, I have to entertain your guests.
No way, you're not going back there.
And why not?
I can't stand the way they look at you, they want to eat you alive.
So what? I'm a prostitute.
Dimitri closes his eyes tightly, and when he opens them, it is completely dark.
Fuck it.
He kisses me passionately, throws me against the wall, pressing me against his body; how I missed this.
You look so sexy in that outfit, so beautiful, I need to be inside you, feel your pussy squeezing my cock while you scream my name.
Those insane words fill me with lust, he takes me to a room upstairs in the house, rips off my costume and then his clothes, he's even hotter than last time, he climbs on top of me, bites my earlobe making me shiver, his erection touches my pussy leaving me completely soaked, he positions himself between my legs and enters very slowly.
Damn, I missed this so much, it was so warm.
I turn my head back, enjoying the sensation of his cock inside me.
He quickens his thrusts without letting go of my embrace.
I decide to take control, climb on top of him, and he grips my hips as I ride him wildly, moving up and down.
He follows my movements, going deeper and harder.
Three more thrusts and I would cum, having a wonderful orgasm.
"Why didn't you contact me anymore?" I ask him, lying on his shoulder.
"I had to solve some problems," was his reply.
You mean your wedding.
Yes, this marriage involves so many things you can't even imagine.
"Do you love her, Dimitri?" I looked into his eyes, wanting an answer.
Madi, I lo....... sight.
This isn't about love, and I don't want to talk about it with you; I just want to enjoy our last night together.
Knowing that this would be our last time hurt, but I should have known it wouldn't last long.
My fate was sealed with a whore, no man would look at me any other way, and with that thought, I let him fuck me in every way possible, giving me pleasure all night until I collapsed on top of him, exhausted.
After this, I would return to my normal life.