Chapter 8 Threesome
MADISON POV
Arriving at the club, I spot Ma'am Rose from afar and nod to her.
She quickly comes over to me with a smile on her lips; of course, her happiness wasn't because she saw me, but because of the money he gave me.
It took quite a while, but it looks like tonight was profitable.
"Here, he paid well for the service." She takes the money and begins to count it.
Very good, now go get dressed, a client is waiting in room 12 with Denise.
Ma'am Rose, you know about my relationship with Denise, can't you send another girl?
"No, I can't. You're a whore Madi"
"There's a first time for everything, sooner or later, some client is going to choose you two, and I don't care if you fight outside.
What matters to me is what happens in here, this client is investing a lot here; his desires should be fulfilled, don't you think?" she asks with a cold face.
You're right.
Madi, you're my best girl, and I sent Denise because she's experienced in threesomes.
Make it unforgettable for him; I'll reward you later.
With that, she made way for me to go towards the room.
When I open the door, I see Denise engrossed in the client's lap, and the slap of her butt against him is quite loud.
Upon seeing me, her lustful expression completely changes to disdain, I don't really know what she has against me, but one day I'll find out.
She gets off the lap of the gray-haired man and comes towards me.
What are you doing here?
"Ma'am Rose sent me," I say, kissing her neck, since the client likes to see two women together.
"She could have sent someone better than you," she said, but stops abruptly when I bite her breasts.
"This is the first time we've agreed on something," I said between licks.
And you're going to keep making that face? I don't know how men like you so much.
They like my pussy and not my face, Denise, so please be professional and let's get this over with.
Denise nods in agreement and we head towards the bed, positioning ourselves right in front of the man so he has a privileged view of the two of us.
Denise puts her leg on the bed, giving her pussy free access, and then I start to masturbate her.
The guy's eyes are full of desire; he likes to watch, he likes to hear the moans Denise lets out as my fingers go in and out of her pussy.
"Kiss her," he said, and I reluctantly did.
Kissing a woman is the same as kissing a guy; it's a mouth with teeth and saliva, the only difference is the body you're touching.
With her breath ragged, she said: You're good at this.
I'm feeling inspired today — I reply to her.
Denise lies down on the bed, her light reddish hair spreading across the pillow.
She is a pretty girl, with a slender body but with some curves.
Her fair skin creates a beautiful contrast with her eyes.
I climb on top of her and kiss her belly until I reach her pussy, I hate giving oral sex, especially to men.
It's disgusting, and when I'm about to lick Denise's pussy, I can't resist but I tease her.
You washed this properly, right? I don't want to find any creepy crawlies around here.
If you don't stick your tongue in there soon, I'll do it for you.
Denise always had a quick wit, and when we argued, it was sometimes even fun.
I run my tongue along its slit and begin to pay attention to her clit, which is hard with desire.
I feel the guy behind me and I know exactly what he wants.
I open my legs and he enters me while I suck on Denise.
A few minutes later, he cum, and a wave of relief washed over me.
I couldn't take it anymore.
Faking pleasure is exhausting as hell and my ears were already screaming for help from all the screaming Denise was doing.
"Next time please moan less," I tell her, which makes her furious.
The man comes over to us and hands the money to me.
"Madison, isn't that right?" he asks, and I nod in confirmation.
"I like you; from now on, I won't leave this club anymore."
He smiles and plays with my hair.
When the man leaves, I turn around and ask Denise what his name is.
I don't know, Ma'am Rose said not to ask because he doesn't want to be recognized.
If he's putting money in here, he must be one of those high-class guys who can't get involved with whore and needs to keep it a secret.
After that, Denise and I left the room to wash up.
The night was ending, and I just wanted to lie down on my bed and rest.
When we got out of the shower, we found Ma'am Rose waiting for us and she congratulated me.
I've only received compliments from you, Madi, good girl, you'll be rewarded for that soon enough.
I realize Denise didn't like it, and I understand her.
I wasn't the only one in the room; she deserves credit too, but I can't do anything if Ma'am Rose doesn't see it.
"You stole my big chance to have a rich man in the palm of my hand, you stole my client Madi, now I'm going to steal one of yours," she said and walked away.
Okay, that was a threat, but who says it will affect me if she steals one of my clients?
I can only laugh.
When we got home, Laura and I went straight to bed.
In the cab, my friend seemed just as exhausted as I was.
This life may seem easy, but as the saying goes: Appearances can be deceiving.
I woke up the next day a little after lunchtime. I looked to the side, and Laura was still sleeping.
Since we only work at night, Ma'am lets us enjoy the day, to rest.
I got up, still a little sleepy, and went downstairs to eat something.
Ma'am Rose doesn't like hiring a cook; she only hired a woman to clean the house three times a week.
She says that having too many strangers here could lead to questions whose answers could be death, so we all decided to help out and each of us would cook.
Walking down the hallway towards the kitchen, I hear Ma'am Rose's voice on the phone with someone.
"Of course, Dimitri, it will be a pleasure," she said.
Holy shit, could that be Dimitri from last night?
Curious, I move even closer to get a better listen.
I'll send her immediately.
She said a few more words and then hung up the phone.
Ma'am Rose, is this the Billionaire guy who chose Madi this week? — Denise asks.
I hadn't even seen that she was there.
He wants me to send a girl to his office right now, he needs to relax before a meeting.
Let me go, Ma'am Rose.
Please, let me go.
I was thinking of sending Madi.
He won't always want the same girl, and I can do much better than her, you won't regret it, Ma'am Rose.
OK then, don't disappoint me.
Denise thanks Ma'am Rose.
As she was about to leave, she saw me still in the hallway.
"Listening behind the door, Madi? How rude but it was good for you to see that the Billionaire will now be mine.
Remember what I told you?" She smiles and runs to her room.
Then the threat of taking one of my clients comes to mind.
Damn, I'm going to kill that girl.