BETRAYAL

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

 To Love, or to Betray

Walking into the strip club from the rear entrance, Zoe had a huge grin on his face as he adjusted the heavy duffel bag on his shoulder. He passed one of the dancers, nodding at her as he headed for his office. 

Desire was already inside, lining a new dose of coke. He chuckled to himself, thinking she was going to have a field day when she found out what he had inside the duffel bag. He walked to his desk, handing her a Kleenex out of the box he conveniently kept on his desk.

"Clean up and go make me money. Tell Angel to come back here too." She took the Kleenex, sniffing before rubbing her reddening nose. She held up a finger, indicating she needed a minute. He handed her a bottled water that had already been used. 

She sipped it a few times before screwing the top back on and standing up, straightening out her mesh dress. Underneath was a metallic-looking pink bikini. She began walking to the door, obviously feeling the high. She ran a hand through her curls, stumbling over her heels as she made her way out.

Zoe shook his head and returned his attention to his duffel bag. He pulled open his file cabinet, grabbing a scale, and began to check all of his new purchases, sneaking in a few sniffs here and there.

Five minutes later, Angelic gracefully entered the room. She sauntered over in her six-inch stilettos, crossing her feet with each stride and made a point to use her thumbs to lower her miniskirt's waistband, giving Zoe a peak at her bare pussy, unprotected by any underwear.

"Hola, papi. What do you have for me?" She asked, walking behind his desk, as he rolled his chair out, giving her room to sit in his lap. She slowly whined until she was settled into his lap. She could feel his dick against her ass, but that was the last thing on her mind.

"Look what I got," He said, his hand on her waist.

She smiled and leaned down to give him a kiss. "Oh papi, tu fais les choses trop faciles" She whispered before their lips met. Zoe had no clue what she said, but it sounded good. 

"What did you say?" He asked and she shushed him, kissing him again. She got up and moved to the back of his chair. Her hands rested on his broad shoulders and she began to rub them before running them down his chest.

"Tu vas faire être riche" You make this too easy, she whispered, kissing his neck. He was enjoying having this pretty little thing all up on him, and didn't think about pushing her away. She told him to close his eyes as one hand unzipped his pants. 

He complied, and with her free hand, she reached into the zip lock bag, laying four pills on her tongue. She kissed his closed lips, and he immediately opened his mouth, accepting her tongue and swallowing the pills before realizing what she was doing. 

She smiled on his lips when he began to ask her what those were, and took his thick member in her hand, stroking his inquires away. She was going to get to the top, no matter what she had to do.

"Aller dormir, papi. aller dormir." Go to sleep, Daddy, go to sleep.

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"Mmm." Dre groaned into the pillow, turning to pull Natasha closer, only she wasn't there. He slowly opened his eyes to see a folded piece of paper. He mumbled a fuck into the pillow. 

He really thought she had a great time, as did he. He picked up the note and read it carefully.

It was just sex. Nothing personal.