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The dark cast shadows sweep across the floor of the dimly lit showroom. Every inch of detail into Serpent's Desert's Arabian nights aesthetic has been carefully and meticulously picked out to give the ambiance an irresistible feel. Every one in the place is having their fill of malt liquors and each table top is decorated with fancy gold gleaming hookahs. The sweet smelling fruit aromas of puffs of smoke rise into the air above our heads as I sit back and gander at the fuckable whores before my eyes.

The dancers clad in their costumes, shimmying their coins and beads that dangle from the belts around their waists. Their hips move to the sensual rhythm of the slow tempo music. Seductively, they shake about the place, twirling and serving customers. Their identities hidden front the masses with their thin glittering fabric masks leave only their eyes to shine through.

The scene is alive with entertainment, from flame swallowing dancers, to sword throwers- But the best sight, is my baby.

I see her in the distance- she always tries to ignore me. I let her have her way for once as I admire the woman who has torn my heart to shreds, but she is mine now- mine.

Her luscious dark, wavy locks glow in the beaming lights that illuminate the stage. She's never lost that sexy touch, the way her hips move in circles in front of the drunken patrons that have their tongues wagging out of their mouths as they try to reach for her up on the stage. She smacks their hands say, just as I've told her to- Nobody touches my girl...

She still makes me feel like a monster when her eyes meet mine and she begins to spin her dancing advances towards me. I'm seated in the closest table to the stage, alone. Lounging back in the cushioned chair, I spread my legs and tap my knee to summon her closer to me. If she can't get any of that pricks money- she'll have to work for it...

Her stomach sucks in and out in the most beautiful waves of belly dancing that I've ever seen. My jeans begin to tighten as she straddles my lap. She swings her hair over head shoulder, lashing me in the face with a stinging slap. My hands fly up to knot into her tresses, bringing her face as close to mine with a forceful tug.

"Watch it, Princess!," The terror in her eyes makes me change face to a sweet, charming smile to relay my apology to her for being so uptight. "I'm sorry, babe- won't you make daddy cream in his jeans. Turn it around for me...,"

I chuckle at the way she obeys my command. She lifts herself off of my lap. As her flawless, smooth legs leave my sides, my hands glide up and down her thighs until she's fully turned around so I can grab ahold of her round, fat bottom. The red fabric color suits her skin tone perfectly, the shining golden jewelry that clasps her wrists, neck and waist clink with every dance move.

Her hands are on my knees as I watch her body roll, my own body is filled with excitement. I wash back my drink, enjoying the view of my private lap dance. I know I've got to send her away soon- she's got paying costumers to hustle. I slap her ass with a heavy hand, causing her to squeal quickly and bounce off of my pounding hard cock. The seams of my jeans threaten to burst, but I can't jag off on her gorgeously made up face in this instant. I mean, I could, but only after she's racks in the dough like the good prized pony that she's good to be.

"Over there. Go to him- Don't leave til you've got plenty,"

I twinkle my fingers in the direction of a well-suited gentleman who is sitting alone at a nearby table. I watch her walk away, every away of her hips still captivates me. The man blows puffs of smoke into her face as she teasingly rubs her chest under his chin. The busty Bitch knows what she's doing- and she does it so well.

"Funny finding you here," A thick accented voice that I've come to despise talks from behind me. I look up at the hefty man and greet him with a sneer.

"Oh, hello Jimbo. Come to visit our little dancing queen?," He pulls the accompanying chair out and takes a seat, rolling his eyes.

"Noo- not so much. I've been instructed to study the whore- try to tie down my spot and all," He twists his wrist in the air in a display of frustration. How Paulie expects me to get along with the asshole is BEYOND ME!

"Well, watch and learn! Isn't she marvelous?," i turn my head back to Cherie who is undoing the tie of her customer, unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt as he grabs his handsful of her tits that are covered with bedazzled rhinestones to appear as though they are in a bra. "She's naturally sexy though- you...not so much," I throw my head back in a cracking cackle when old Jimbo can't take a joke.

He exhales the strawberry flavored tobacco, removing the pipe from his lips. That filthy mustache! Fuck! It disgusts me just like the one Bucky has!

"I'd watch how you talk to me- I work for Paul, not you," He twirls the pipe in his fingers, pointing directly at me. If he wasn't so fucking huge, I'd take a whack at him here and now.

"You can get the fuck out of my club then, if you don't want to be here," I slam my fist down on the table, completely pissed that he's ruined the good mood I was in.

"Last I checked, this whole thing is Paul's. Don't overstep, Jimmy. I can kill this whole operation in just a days time," He smirks at me, takes another long drag and blows the smoke in my direction. His eyes move back to the dazzling beauty that is now back on stage. The dollar bills hang from her coin jingling belt, the sheer, sparkling thong she dons peaks through the hanging skirt and makes my words slip my mind as she shakes her ass using the pole prop to bend over for her audience. That's my girl.

"Whatever. I'm leaving- I've got to make it back before this fag boy wakes up. It's my first time spending the night with him," He takes a smile before dropping his face into an hateful grimace.

"Ooh, yippee. Disgusting. Go away now- have fun, Jimbo!," He walks away, flipping me off with his middle finger in the air. Fuck that guy. He's just an accessory.

I've got to talk to Paul. Got to tell him to drop this wasteful asshole! Freddie doesn't need anyone to keep him company or keep him distracted. The idiot thinks Cherie is dead! He really believed everything like the fucking daft fool that he is! Hahahaha! And now I get the pleasure of fucking his wife!

Deciding that she's made me enough money to satisfy my day tomorrow, I walk the steps up to the stage, grip her wrist and swing her with me to the backstage. Finding the doorway to the dancers dressing room, I barge in to find a few naked bitches shrieking.

"What the fuck are you screaming for? Get out of here and go to work, you whores!,"

A string of replies fall from their lips as their eyes cast downward at my glaring stare. Yes, boss. Sorry, boss. Right away, sir.

They all leave, slipping the elastic of the face cover onto the bridge of their noses. The door slams shut and I twist the lock in place. Turning to Cherie, I pull the mask off of her radiant face to reveal all of her drop dead beauty. My fingers trace the outline of her ruby lips before parting them and sliding two fingers inside. Her eyes close and already the good for nothing whore is crying again!

I retract my fingers from her mouth, the wetness of my skin makes a loud slapping sound when the back of my hand connect with her cheek. Another bruise, another heavy makeup touch up- it's a good thing that her face doesn't need to show for work.

"Baby, why can't you be like the other girls, hmm?," I start to lead her to the chaise lounge chair, pulling at her arms so that she can sit on top of me. My hands trace the indent of her back- sexy little number, she never lost her stuff.

"I don't hear a proper response, darling...," I know in my head that she will now be thinking of that ugly ass creature she called her husband. Haha! Good! Let her feeel what I'm capable of.

"Sorry, sir. I- uh, it won't happen again, boss," Her dark brown eyes look into mine. I can see the hurt, I can feel her body trembling, I also couldn't give less of a fuck.

"I need to bust. Pull me out, darling,"

I have to say, I do so enjoy taunting the lying bitch. This is what she gets for thinking she is better than me. This is what she deserves- to be put in her place, belittled to feel as useless as she is, with the exception of my personal sex slave. I don't let her have me entirely- I'm a married man, after all! Besides, I'm sure she's been stretched too much from her demon spawn- too loose to tempt me.

As her hands slide up and down my pulsing shaft, I close my eyes to avoid her face, though her whiny tears trickle down onto my thighs. I ignore her and drift off of reality into a state of pure ecstasy, reveling in her pleasurable pleasurable stroke. "Suck me off, I'm almost therrrre," My breathing is heavy, her grip on me tightens and I know she's trying to slick her way out of her chore.

"I said mouth me!,"

I don't bother to open my eyes, I can hear her whimpering cries and there's no way I'm letting her mess with my balls bursting at any moment. The warmth of her lips brush my tip before her mouth absorbs me deep into her throat. She moves so slowly, too slowly. Her tears start to fucking turn me off as she gags against her disgust! Fucking bitch!

I swipe all of her hair in my grips, pressing her head down on my cock until she can't fucking breathe! I love to watch her fight the choke!

Lifting her up, she gasps for air but I never let her feel relief. My hands at the back of her head make her bob up and down on me as I thrust myself harder into her mouth, jabbing the back of her throat with every fierce strive of yearning orgasmic release. "That's it baby- uhhhh, your mouth feels so fucking gooooood!!,"

My hot loaded cum exploded into her mouth, making her pull away and spitter her distaste, spitting my jizz from her mouth. I whip her off of me by her hair, throwing her to the ground like a rag doll as her persistent sobs infuriate me!

"Clean yourself up and go back to work!," I kick her face with the tip of my shoe, aiming for the blank canvas that is her right cheek. I shake my dick above her as I stand above her, letting the drips of leftover cum splatter onto her curled up form. Before deciding to leave, I step on her throat for good measure, crushing her windpipe, ceasing her sobs for a moment of silence.

"Next time, I'll have to pay a visit to your precious little darlings. Cry one more time, Cherie- and they won't live long enough to ever find you!"

I release my foot from her throat, her hands fly up to the raw skin of her neck as she coughs and gags and inhaled as sharply and quickly as she can. I scoff at the hopeless piece of trash she's made herself become. Whores will be whores.