Clubrooms Diary

Chapter 9: Fall in line

MADDIE

May 8th 2018

I'm kneeling in front of a middle-aged man sucking his dick wearing nothing but a thong. He's asked for

the room to be fully lit with its white light.

"You have the most beautiful brown skin I have ever seen." He told me like I was a rare breed.

I mean yeah, sure. I'm the only dark-skinned girl here and I love that for me. It means I get to have a

group of men for myself who want some chocolate loving and only I can offer them that.

Anyway so...

I applied at Clubrooms because I'm a big fan of sex, I love being fucked! But it's men like this twit who

have me questioning my sanity and wondering what the fuck am I up to? Sure, I love feeling like a sex

goddess driving the men crazy and yes the money is outstanding. If I wanted to I could own my house

in a year. But I'm twenty-two years of age and nobody ain't got time to adult right now. I love to party

and sometimes I tend to party too hard snorting a few white lines with dollar bills which equals too

much of a good time. Have you ever gotten so high outta your mind and had amazing crazy sex? I can

guarantee you once you try it you won't be able to deny it. Some things in life are taken for granted.

For example our youth.

Can you truly tell me that you don't regret living your life to the fullest, sexually?

That you can look at your husband and say 'yes' I am happy?

Or do you sometimes wish you lived a more carefree life and explored more?

You see, I don't want to be in my mid-thirties looking at my husband while we lay in bed at night with

him snoring the roof off thinking I wasted my life. We only get one shot at it and I plan on fulfilling it with

dicks and parties.

I don't need to be some hotshot doctor to feel like my life has made the world a better place because I

know my body makes a difference where it counts and I take home twice as much as they do just for

lying on my back or kneeling before them.

"Fuck yeah!" He grunts loudly as he continues to thrust in my mouth.

I sigh, gagging, being brought back to existence

"Tell me you love it." He moans. "Tell me my cocks big and you want it."

"I fucking hate it! Your cocks about as small as my little finger and you wonder why your wife won't

touch you." I mumble with my mouth full of dick.

He's so fucking high on reaching his climax he didn't even bother to pull out. So I'm free to mumble

whatever I like and he wouldn't have understood me. His cock jerks once, twice, and I know he's about

to cum. I pull away but pulls my hair and he forces my head further towards him and cums ferociously

in my mouth.

"Swallow it, you little whore!" His body shudders from his orgasm.

I fucking hate the taste of old seedy cum and I refuse to swallow when men are over the age of thirty-

seven.

Cum flows from my lips, down my face.

His hands move from my hair down to my jaw, he squeezes his hand and forces my mouth open.

"Thought I fucking told you to swallow." He growls as he scoops his semen up with his fingers and

forcefully sticks it back in my mouth.

I clamp down on his fingers with my teeth. He howls like a little bitch as I uppercut him right in his

saggy nutsacks.

He stumbles back cupping himself with pain written all over his face. I stand and casually wrap my robe

around myself not taking much interest in him.

Oh, I may have forgotten to mention that I'm a lightweight boxer, and I tend to have a bad habit of

punching men in their genitals when they get a bit too hands-on with little ol' me.

Chad's gonna be pissed AGAIN... But I'm not bothered cause when he asks me for a kiss I willingly

give it to him knowing I haven't brushed my teeth after sucking dick. I love the way he moans when I

thrust my tongue deep down his throat barely missing his tonsils.

"Fuck you, Maddie! I ain't paying you shit." He fumbles with his clothing.

I walk towards the door and open it wide.

"Hope your wife wasn't planning on having any more babies." I blow on my acrylics and wipe them on

my robe.

"Fucking bitch!" He barks stumbling out of my room.

I place my foot on his backside and push giving him an extra boost out the door.

"Fuck you, Maddie. I ain't paying you shit." I do my best impression of him.

I slam the door shut once I hear Chad's voice. I mean shit! What was I meant to do? So what if he was

paying me to blow him before I was supposed to ride him. I guess I saved myself some energy for my

next client. I walk over to the large dresser where we keep our toys and pull open the medium top

drawer. That's where I keep my Ipad with my daily clientele listings. I unlock it with my fingerprint and

bring up the spreadsheet, scrolling down to today's date.

"No way!" I jump with excitement.

Throwing the Ipad back into the drawer and closing it I quickly rush to the changing room. My next

appointment is with the Twin brothers. They are my highest paying clients, I require no boundaries with

them what-so-ever, they are free to do or act out their wildest fantasies with me.

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Occasionally I feel like I should be the one paying them. My heart always skips a beat when they stand

as naked as the day their mother gave birth to them before me. I should really thank her one of these

days.

And what will you say, Maddie?

"Oh hey, My names Maddie. I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you for creating two kinky twin men

who are stallions in the bedroom, at the same time may I add." While giving her the odd wink.

Yeah no, that won't work.

I walk into the changing room and one of the showers are already occupied. I faintly hear light sobbing

as the water hits the tiles. I don't go out of my way making it my business to know the girls here. The

way I see it they're my competition and yes I've heard the saying.

"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer."

Fun fact.

I don't have any friends. I like to keep my circle as small as I possibly can, less drama that way. I'm

more of a lone ranger and that's how I like it.

I finish thoroughly washing and grooming myself. I dry myself off, lathering on the sweetest scented

body lotion the club supplies. I pull on my lacy robe and leave the room. I see Caddie standing in the

hallway and it takes all the will power I can summon not to violently shoulder bump her. She's my

biggest competition in the house. I mean shit Maddie and Caddie? Clearly, she could've come up with a

different name. Bitch might as well be me. I continue walking towards my room and...

Well hello there, Mals talking to a Tall cup of white coffee. He pulls her into him and whispers

something in her ear before he drags her back into the room. I'm not a huge fan of Mal there's

something about her I just can't quite put my finger on, I feel like there is more to our sweet mal then

what she is telling us and I'm going to make it my mission to find out. These girls will learn to fall in line

where I'm concerned whether they like it or not.

I enter my room and dim it of its bright light. Their Cologne fills up the room and my pussy purrs to life