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What the hell is wrong with this chick feeling pissed that he must work so hard for a damn prostitute he Just glares at her.

"Hey, what the fucks wrong you, it's not like I forced you to be a prostitute. You were paid for your services so quit complaining."

Staring at her waiting for a reply I see her green eyes behind those beautiful tears suddenly become fill with rage as she glares back. Amused I can't help wondering where that strength comes from.

"I told you that you had the wrong person." Her voice so low I can barely hear her. Asking her to repeat herself so that I can hear her, this time she is shouting at me that she wasn't the hired prostitute. I am taken back a little. This angel was becoming a tiger before me.

"Well then little angel, if you are not the gift meant for me then why do you have the red rose that indicated you are a special guest and what are you doing in a hotel like this?" I stand there folding my arms questioningly she must be lying. Frantically she explaining her tale to me, I listen annoyed about how this happened. So, the real prostitute ran off with the funds while throwing this unsuspecting girl into the fire.

"So, why where you here in the first place?" As if remembering something troubling, she looks up at me with pleading eyes

"I wanted to surprise my boyfriend with a birthday present, he's a new bellhop here." She mumbled.

I must have heard her wrong. No employee here can have a partner to keep from having any lawsuits and to avoid having uninvited eyes looking into the operations. Feeling as if this little witch is now lying to me, I am ready to lose control, ready to snap her neck. I struggle to hold myself back from wrapping my hands around her throat.

"That is impossible all employees here are single, or couldn't you tell this isn't an ordinary hotel." Pleadingly she sticks with her story that he for sure works here.

"Fine if this is true tell me his name, if he does work here I will fill you in on something good about your dear boyfriend."

"Da.. David Johnson."

Can't believe I'm taking care of this shit tonight, pissed I call down to the front desk. "Is there a David Johnson working here!?" I can hear the clerk on the phone scramble through papers as I shout for an answer. "Hurry the fuck up already!"

"Yes sir, He's in room 203, he just started here recently! Is there a problem?"

"Damn right there is!" Hanging up I turn back to this naive girl. As promised I will show you something good. Her mouth curls up as if happy to know he is here. Unable to hide my discontentment for her joy I grab her by the arm dragging her to the bed and throw her on it. I just want to dirty this little thing even more now. Just minutes before she cried out for me I could feel she wanted me as she gazed back at me. As if almost begging for it. When I felt how wet she was I was going to lose control drowning in her scent of wild flowers and shampoo.

"Do you truly believe in your boyfriend?" As soon as I ask, I can see she's not so stupid her green eyes go dark as if to say she already knows he was most likely cheating on her yet she still nods.

"Well then let's make a deal if you are right I will take you too him, but if I am right you give everything to me what do you say?"

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Something about this man's tone tells me that I'm not going to win this wager but still I want to believe no I have to. David had promised we would wait. I will take on the wager he's probably just trying to worry me. Looking at that sneer in the dimly lit room after I agreed, filled me with fear. At the same time that damn confidence made him the more enticing. I watched as he used a remote that opened panels in the wall revealing several video camera screens. Looking through he seemed to find what he was looking for as he beckoned me over to the screen with his long finger saying come here. Nervously I looked up. This time there was no closing my eyes. There he was in a room with two other women. I try to turn away, I can feel not only the tears but the heat of anger filling me. There was no way I could say I was imagining it. As I was fighting with the truth in my head I feel warm big hands grab me from behind. "I won the wager, no complaints, right?" Intoxicated by that sweet scent again feeling like I was losing my mind, I shook my head I had no right to complain even though he knew he would win. Fact is now there was no need to hold back, he could have it, have me. I wanted his body to console me, saving myself for David was meaningless now.

"Take me, please." I beg him as I lean back into him, my head feeling fuzzy.

Floating in the air as the strong arms carried me to the bed I feel like the man before me became gentle compared to before. Laying upon my body I feel his kiss consumes my face drinking away the tears. His amber eyes like a lion look deep into me. His hands skillfully exposing the true me as he slowly removed each piece of clothing. His lips tracing from my lips down to nap of my neck, his tongue licking and sucking I feel a pinch as his teeth nip at my neck. My mouth releases a noise so new to me. Heat rises as his hand caress between my legs. His tongue now licking my breasts I grab his hair unable to control my bodies trembling. I can only thank god, it's dark enough to where he can't see me completely. His hands and lips as if growing more desperate become more aggressive exploring me. I can't think of anything as his finger enter through the gates to my garden. The sound of my own hoarse voice echoing in my ears. Anxiously waiting for where I will feel him next. "More," I beg crying out.

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This angel cries out for me with every touch, I have never felt this excited. Before with a women. Her slender waist threatening to break in my hands. Her beautiful long golden hair sprawled across the bed. Her emerald eyes peering at me as I toy with her, her lips escape pleads as she begs me for more. This greedy child, I can't help granting her every wish. Her small body trembling. I feel heat rising from her soft skin as if on fire. She grabs my hair pulling it hard, but fuck I don't care I pleasure her deeper. She rotates and moves her body at my touch. Unable to resist I slide in desperate to feel her for myself. Everything so tight and new to the touch I will sully her to where no other man will have the pleasure of consuming her. She's mine I won't let anyone have this girl's beautiful song; she's my toy now.