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Princess, the secretary had been replaced by a near-identical clone by the name of Velvet.

Velvet motioned her to Mamba’s door without so much as a greeting. Everyone knew why she was there, at that point.

She was getting numb to it.

Chapter twelve

Cheeky dumb bitch

Charlotteedgedintotheroom, which hadn’t changed a bit since she had been there last. Neither had Mamba.

There did seem to be somethingnewin the air she couldn’t quite identify, a sort of heaviness or fullness. An atmosphere.

Mamba leaned back in his office chair and crossed his arms over his broad chest. “What do you want?”

Charlotte lowered her head. He might like that submissiveness and besides, it was easier to pretend she was submissive when she had done this once before already. “Sir, I’m back again because I can’t afford to make the next payment.”

Mamba grunted and shifted a bit in his seat, behavior which seemed odd coming from him. Charlotte didn’t dwell on it. She didn’t want to dwell on any of this. It was better to go along with whatever he wanted, whatever upsetting thing he required.

Mamba didn’t say anything for a long moment, confusing Charlotte, because he had never been so delayed when responding before. He didn’t seem to be thinking about anything. Rather, he looked a little blank, his eyes hazy.

In the silence, Charlotte thought she could hear something. It was difficult to pick up on, but there was a rhythmic sound in the room, quiet and fast and somehow odd. It reminded her almost of a machinery sound, a hum of electricity, the thrum of air-conditioning rattling through vents, yet was none of those. She would have described it as an organic sound, made by a living thing.

Mamba lifted his head and pinned Charlotte with an unnerving stare from his hazy black eyes. “Who are you?”

She stammered, caught off-guard. Maybe she didn’t know what to expect from him after all. “I’m… It’s Charlotte. Charlotte Aria?” Her voice rose from nervousness.

Mamba licked his lips and caressed his chin with his fingers, and tapped his cheek. “Charlotte, Charlotte. That name doesn’t mean anything to me. Are you here to tryout for a spot at my new blowjob bar? Aria is a type of song. Will you make the men sing for you, Charlotte? Are you qualified to make them cum?”

Her mouth hung open. She realized how absurd she had to look, like she was begging him to stick something in there. She clenched her jaw and pressed her lips together.

Mamba chuckled. “I’ll enjoy finding out. You’ll have to wait your turn. I already have someone showing me their talents. You may be in luck, though. This one isn’t doing a very good job.”

The soft, steady, nearly inaudible sound increased in pace and grew somehow wetter.

Charlotte put her hand over her mouth as she realized what she was hearing, what was happening. Mamba’s desk was so big. A woman could easily kneel under there and beservicinghim. Trying out for a spot at his blowjob bar, whatever that was. The sound, it was sucking.

Someone under the desk was sucking Mamba’s cock.

Mamba laughed again, and then he made another of those grunting sounds. She recognized it as pleasure, this time. “Of course I know who you are. What the fuck do you want?”

Charlotte smoothed her hands over her dress, the same purple one she had worn to her failed job fair outing. “I can’t afford to pay you this month again,” she whispered.

The sucking sounds paused.

Mamba pushed back in his chair a little and grabbed the hair of whoever was under the desk. He clutched the long, platinum hair and gave a pull. “Harder,” he commanded. “Faster.”

The woman under the desk renewed her efforts. Charlotte could see her head bobbing up and down, her stomach flipping.

Mamba turned his attention to Charlotte again. “Are you a stupid cunt?”

He couldn’t have surprised her more if he had gotten up and slapped her. “I-I don’t know what you mean,” she stammered. “I can’t pay you this month.”

Mamba narrowed his eyes and hissed from between his teeth, a sound that was part anger and part lust. “I asked you a question. Are you a stupid cunt? Is that why you can’t figure this out? You get money. You pay me. That’s the deal.”

“I know.” Heat rose to her face.

“Then are you a stupid cunt?” he repeated.

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