Things Are Going To Sh*t
Jason
+8 Points
This isn’t happening. My clients, every one of them, have jumped ship. Word got around that I had cheated on Isha and that I couldn’t be trusted as a family man, so how can I be trusted as a realtor? Like one had something to do with the other. This is bull sh*t. Things are going to sh*t so fast.
Not to mention, Opal left early for her retirement. All my appointments seem to be f*cked up. Potential clients that were supposed to show never do. Or when I’m supposed to show up, I have the wrong time or day or both.
I haven’t been able to get a hold of Madilyn either. She’s blocked me on everything and I don’t know why. Ginny has been spending time with her other sugar daddies, and I need a f*cking release that my hand just won’t f*cking do.
I closed my office early, since once again the client that was supposed to show never did. I drove to Denver and went to Sparkles, one of the strip clubs that I took Paul to when I was courting his business.
I walked in and ordered a drink right away. The waitress had some gigantic t*ts that I wouldn’t mind getting my hands on, but she wasn’t a dancer, pity. She came back with my drink quickly, and I put a twenty in her tight cleavage. She smiled at me sweetly, and I felt my c*ck stir. I needed my d*ck sucked now.
“Hey baby, looking for a dance?”
I looked up at the red head that came over and bent in front of me, giving me a fantastic view down her gaping top. She was heavy-breasted, not like the waitress but more than a handful.
“Yeah, I want the VIP room. Do you happen to do extra?”
I watched her ponder my question.” Yeah, sure. For a price.”
I chuckled, there always was.
She grabbed my hand and I followed her to the VIP room. It was extremely dim here. There was a single pole in the middle of the room on a small stage. A large plush couch was to one side. A velvet lounger on another. There was some lighting around the stage, but the rest of the room was in some kind of black light.
She led me to the plush couch, a slow beat of sensual music flitted through the speakers. I watched as her hips swayed, and she started to take off the skimpy outfit she had on. I was instantly rock hard. I couldn’t wait anymore and I grabbed her by the hips to put her on my lap. She ground down on me.
“You feel what you do to me? How are you going to fix it?”
For the next hour she sucked my c*ck and then I f*cked her. When we were done, I paid her a measly seven hundred dollars. I sat there as she walked out, thinking of my future. What was I going to do? With the loss of all my clients, including Paul Montgomery, I was really in the sh*t house. Madilyn is my golden ticket right now. I needed to get a hold of
her.
I took out my phone and scrolled through my contacts. I had her freind Starla’s number. Cheyenne didn’t like me but Starla liked to flirt with me. I thought maybe she and I could fool around after I “married” Madilyn, but now I just needed to
know where Madilyn was.
I hit her contact and waited for her to answer.
“Hello?”
“Starla, it’s Jason. I can’t seem to get a hold of Madilyn, she’s blocked me on everything. I don’t even know why. I am desperate to find her. Do you know where she is?”
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I heard loud music in the background as she was silent on the phone. I heard laughing and glasses clinking.
“Are you guys in Denver? Are you at a club?”
“We may be at Club Hoyt. Madilyn may be here with some new friends.”
“Guy friends?” I growled. That b*tch.
“Maybe,” she said coyly.
“Don’t tell her I’m coming. I’ll be there soon.”
*8 Ponts 7
I heard her giggling as she hung up. I buttoned my shirt and fixed my pants. I left the strip club as fast as I could. As I was driving, I thought about that stripper. The cond*m had broken. I gave her an extra two hundred in case something came of it. I didn’t need a kid with some random stripper. ‘I made a mental note to go get tested, although the girl swore up and down she was clean and on the pill. I needed to be more careful. If Isha ever found out, she’d definilty never get back together with me. I was soon pulling up to Club Hoyt. I parked and ran across the street. I palmed the bouncer a hundred to get me in. I needed to slow down on all the money spending too. With no commissions coming my way, I wasn’t going to get paid. Luckily, I had enough capital in the company finances to cover the few employees I had for another six months, so their paychecks would get paid for now.
I searched the club and saw Starla up on the balcony of the VIP section. She saw me and smiled, then waved me up. I pointed her out to the bouncer that was guarding the VIP rope and with her nod he let me in. I climbed the stairs two at a time. I was livid at what I saw. Madilyn was on the lap of some frat bro. I stormed over and grabbed her by the wrist, hauling her off the guy’s lap.
“Hey man,” he grumbled.
“Shut the f*ck up, this is my woman,” I snarled at him, and he held his hands up, not wanting a fight.
I looked at Madilyn ready to yell at her, but I noticed how smashed she was.
“JJ, she squealed. “Oh, JJ, I’ve missed you so much. Daddy won’t let me see you anymore. It’s so sad. I’m so lonely.”
She gasped hard and tried to yank out of my hold, but I held on to her.
“What do you mean, he won’t let you see me anymore?” I asked, hoping she’d give me a clue.
“Daddy said if I kept seeing you he’d cut me off. I told him we loved each other, but since Dawson showed the video of you hitting Isha, he wouldn’t hear me out.”
“What? There’s a video?” I roared. And she nodded like a bobble head.
F*ck, who took a video? And how did it get into the hands of Dawson Becks?
“Yep, so now daddy says you aren’t good enough, and he won’t have me dating you anymore. But I miss you so much, JJ.
“Yeah, I can see that, you were just all over that guy’s lap. You miss me so much,” I snarked.
“Pfft, that’s nothing, Starla was just trying to cheer me up. But hey, how are you here? We can’t be seen together,” she whispered so loudly.
I looked at her, she was so sloppy drunk right now, but she looked hot as f*ck.
“I’ve missed you baby. I need you, let’s go to the bathroom.”
“Can’t, I haven’t gotten my shot yet. I keep forgetting,” she slurred.
Even better, because if I knock you up, your father will definitely need to accept me. I could keep the baby hidden from Isha if it was Madilyn’s. I could buy a house in Denver and keep Madilyn here with the baby, while Isha and I lived in
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Yearling. No one would be the wiser. Or if Madilyn had to stay in Yearling because of the B&B, then I could move Isha to Denver. That might be better.
I dragged Madilyn away from her party and slammed into the mens bathroom. No one was there. I commandered the biggest stall and had her up against the wall. Kissing her neck and lifting her dress. I ripped her small thong off. She gasped. I got my c*ck out and slammed into her.
“To rough,” she mumbled.
“It’s okay, you feel so f*cking good Isha.”
“I’m Madilyn,” she said.
“That’s what I said,” I grunted.
It was over in five minutes. I didn’t care that she didn’t c*m. I noticed she hadn’t gotten her monthly wax. She had some
curls and I actually liked it. The stripper had curls too. Isha was always bare. I loved it, but it was nice to see something
different.
“Feel good baby?”
“Mhmm,” she said. She was so far gone. I fixed myself and pulled her dress down. I scoffed. She was a mess now. I took her back to Starla, who was now making out with the guy that Madilyn had been sitting on.
“You got her?” I asked Starla. She kept kissing the guy and waved me off. I looked at Madilyn. I better hear from her in the next couple of weeks and it better be because she is pregnant. Once Isha comes home, I’m going to f*ck a baby into her too. If she’s busy with a pregnancy and a newborn, she won’t need to worry about what I’m getting up to. Feeling a lot
better, I left the club and drove home.
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