Page 47 of Roulette: The Madam

“See you later, Roulette!”

“Kiss my babies for me. Goodnight, ladies.”

I ended the call without another word. There was truth to Range’s statement, but I was already prepared. It would deduct at least two hours from the time I actually required to get myself together.

I pulled open the top drawer and removed a red thong from the personal collection reserved for moments just like the one ahead. I slid them up over my shoes and up my heavily moisturized legs. They clung to my pussy and hid between the cheeks of my ass, just where they were meant to be.

I collected my belongings and made my way over to the vanity in the corner of my office. My hand dipped into my purse to retrieve the red matte lipstick. I applied another layer, making sure it was bold and as beautiful as it was when I exited my home hours earlier.

“There.”

The driveto Blue was a breeze. With the city’s skyline as my backdrop, I cruised to my destination. My wheels came to a complete stop at the valet stand where an attendant was waiting for my arrival.

He rounded the SUV, opened the door and stepped back, allowing me to exit without crowding my personal space. A simple nod displayed my appreciation.

“Good evening, ma’am. Do you have reservations tonight?”

“I don’t.”

“Name and number please.”

“Park it up front. I won’t have any trouble identifying it or my keys.”

“Ma’am, we mus–”

“Have a nice evening, Vince.”

I straightened the name tag on his shirt and tapped my index finger against his right cheek.

“Mmkay?”

Deep in the web I’d spun, he nodded.

“Uh– yeah.”

“Thank you.”

My cheeks rose as my lips parted to present perfect white teeth. I didn’t budge. I waited for him to rescue himself from the depths of my existence before parting ways. It was important that he understood I was far from a fantasy. Neither was I a daydream. I was real and so was the moment. Batted lashes, waited patiently for Vince to gather himself.

“You’re welcome.”

I tipped my head in his direction and twirled one hundred and eighty degrees. The inside of my bottom lip rolled between my top and bottom teeth. A chuckle slipped from my lips as my head fell back slightly.

The night breeze was like candy for a sugar-addicted toddler. It gave me an unsuspected rush. It kissed my skin, promising me a good night.

I look forward to it.

I was thirty minutes early for the impromptu meeting. Nevertheless, I was anticipating my time alone at the bar as I waited to be seated. Demanding a table upon entry was the furthest from my mind.

I wouldn’t exercise any of my privileges when with or expecting a man. That was his job. Mine was to look pretty, run up his tab, have a few martinis, and keep his dick hard with my wicked smile, witty replies, and subtle touches.

Men were quite easily impressed. It was pathetic, almost. Entertaining them was one of the most simple tasks I’d ever completed in my life. Keeping my niece occupied required more energy and tenacity in my opinion.

I understood the ease of capturing the attention of the male species so well that I managed to create several streams of revenue and luxury lifestyles for women with the same mindset while doing so. Capitalizing off their egos, pride, and sexual inclination made me a multi-millionaire before my twenty-first birthday.

I couldn’t legally consume the martinis I loved so much when my account reached the two-million mark. It was a night I’d never forget. It was the first night my father held me so close, so tight, and for so long that I stopped breathing.Unintentionally. I was consumed with pride. So was he.

“Good evening, Ma’am. Welcome to B–”

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