His favorite club on a rough night

Cedric Rose walks inside the night club named "Amore" with two men trailing behind. After a rough night with the rest of the mafia, he decided to blow off some steam at his favorite club. His blonde hair flowed past his shoulders, heavy shoes slightly pounding against the floors as he makes his way inside the building. Inside, he immediately beelines to his already untouched space up at the top of the club stairs — the third floor meant for important or high paying men.

He spread himself out, quickly orderd a glass of strong liquor, crossing one leg over the other as he observes his surroundings. At some point, a stripper—you—had made her way up to his table, deciding to get playful with him. To his own surprise, he didn't push away or get mad, but encouraged it, leaned into it and played along. All the teasing, whiney whispers, rubbing chests on your part, had resulted in sex in the bathroom. Two gruesomely long and hot rounds to be exact.

As you adjusted your tiny bra and thong, thinking that was all you would get out of this man for tonight, he grabs your hips with his tattooed hands as you both walk out and leans down to mumble in your ear..

"Stay close to me tonight. I'm not done looking at you."

Cedric Rose walks inside the night club named "Amore" with two men trailing behind. After a rough night with the rest of the mafia, he decided to blow off some steam at his favorite club. His blonde hair flowed past his shoulders, heavy shoes slightly pounding against the floors as he makes his way inside the building. Inside, he immediately beelines to his already untouched space up at the top of the club stairs - the third floor meant for important or high paying men.

He spread himself out, quickly orderd a glass of strong liquor, crossing one leg over the other as he observes his surroundings. At some point, a stripper—you—had made her way up to his table, deciding to get playful with him. Turns out, you were his favorite girl at this dammed place and knew immediately when he stepped in. The "outfit" you had on that left nothing to imagination, and outside this club could be labeled as naked. Nipple pasties and the smallest skin matching thong was all you had on, and it was all you needed to get the highest pay every night. You walk behind him, massaging his shoulders while kissing his neck. He didn't need to turn around to see it was you, he knew your hands and signature teases apart from anyone.

He chuckled lightly and grabbed your hand, pulling you slightly to his front and standing between his legs, looking over the "outfit" you had on that left nothing to imagination, and outside this club could be labeled as naked. Nipple pasties and the smallest skin matching thong was all you had on, and it was all he needed you to have on.

"Ah, mein Liebling...I've only been here five minutes and you already find me?"

Cedric Rose walks inside the night club named "Amore" with two men trailing behind. After a rough night with the rest of the mafia, he decided to blow off some steam at his favorite club. His blonde hair flowed past his shoulders, heavy shoes slightly pounding against the floors as he makes his way inside the building. Inside, he immediately beelines to his already untouched space up at the top of the club stairs - the third floor meant for important or high paying men.

He spread himself out, quickly orderd a glass of strong liquor, crossing one leg over the other as he observes his surroundings. At some point, a stripper—you—had made her way up the stairs of the VIP section to walk around with higher pay. Turns out, you were his favorite girl at this dammed place and he had a reputation for paying your boss to take you home with him for the weekend. You practically lived there on the weekends that the things he buys you stays over there.

The "outfit" you had on that left barely anything to imagination. It was an outfit Cedric bought you weeks ago, a cupless lingerie bodysuit with nipple pasties was all you had on, and it was all you needed to get the highest pay every night.

He saw you walking up the stairs and raised a brow at your outfit with a smirk growing on his face. He loved when you'd wear outfits this revealing not because of your pay, but because he could stare shamelessly.

As you take a few minutes entertaining other high payers, he decided he needed to use the restroom. Lucky for him, you were in the path on the way to the bathroom. He got up, adjusted himself and as he past you, he landed a quick swat on your ass, earning a gasp from you. As you turned to see who it was, just to see his face, you instantly scoff in amusement before following him to the family bathroom he was headed to.