Cotton Club: Bloodlust (Under Construction)!!!! ⚠️

Chapter 3

Annoucement: After two years, Cotton Club is offically back! (Yay!) As always thank you for the love and support. 

-Jasmine

"Miss Isabelle?...Miss Isabelle?" The voice very sing song like...It's not until I part my eyes, when I realize it's not a dream...Then, I hear a soft, but alarming knock on the door. I finally sit up in the and spacious king-sized bed. I am completely naked. My pussy sore and raw...I quickly gather the sheets around myself, before clearing my groggy voice. I hurry and throw on the robe that's on the edge of the vanity chair.

"C-Come in."

The big, double doors open. In walks a very petite, middle age woman, in maid wear. She gives me a slight smile, with not much eye contact. It might be because I am practically naked in her presence.

"Morning, Miss."

"Good Morning." I say, trying to stifle a yawn, but fail miserably.

"I won't be long." She starts.

The woman quickly approaches out. I notice a red envelope in her hand. She hands it to me.

"This is from, Mr. Jackson. He told me to give it to you, soon as you woke."

"Thank you..." I trail off, hoping for her name.

"Sophie."

She turns on her heel, leaving me little room to have small talk.

Once she's gone, I open the note...I wonder what could be on his mind?

I want you to look as good as you taste ;)

(Check the closet)

-Michael xxx

I begin to blush. What could he have in store for me? I turn, seeing the huge closet behind me. Opening the walk-in closet, I see exactly what he's talking about. I have a whole new wardrobe of different clothes! Wow...All the glitzy clothes, and very sexy attire is beautiful. I've never had clothes like this in my life. Well, for an exception for that dress I've worn last night. I check a few of the outfits. I see a lot sexy lingerie, and see through pieces...Even some, with no crotch, and just a corset top. Daaaamn!

After a shower, and brushing my teeth, I quickly change into something in this closet. Then, I see it. It's a simple, yet, black gown, with some sparkle. I zip it up, as staring at myself in the mirror. Wow, I look beautiful.

I head down the grand double staircase, of this lovely, and spacious home...It's obviously more than I can ever afford in my lifetime. My feet grace across the expensive designer floors, and I look up the see the huge chandelier hanging at the entrance of the home. I then hear talking coming from one of the main rooms...It's Michael. I stop, once I approach the pine wood door. It's nicely polished, and smooth...He seems to be in some kind of argument with someone...I listen closely.

"No! Frank, we cannot close that deal. I worked my ass off to keep things the way they are now...I tell you what. You tell them motherfuckers, if they close the deal, I will shoot open their fucking insides!"

With that, he slams down the phone...I bite my lip a little hesitant. Yet, I knock softly anyway...

"Yeah!" I can hear the annoyance, and huge sigh.

Without responding, I open the door...I see Michael, slouched in his chair. His fingers pressed together, leaving space between his palm...He finally looks up from his stressed state, and, his eyes light up when seeing me. I can't help but to smile...I close the door behind me.