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He thrusts up inside her and my camera catches every sordid minute of it and when they finish, it’s to cheers and requests for the same. I make a fist when he takes out a roll of dollars and slips it into her mouth, slapping her on the ass as she leaves. Fucking creep, at this moment I want to waste the prick myself, but that wouldn’t help my plan.
As they congratulate their friend, another waitress stops by with a silver tray lined with ten rows of cocaine and they need no further encouragement to inhale their lines like the good little rich kids they are.
More lap dances involve their friends and it’s not far off a fucking orgy and then Sherrie returns and fastens a leather collar around Jefferson’s neck and leads him away to a private room.
I switch cameras and record the entire sordid freak show as she humiliates him by whipping his ass, caning his legs and making him crawl around the room before eating her pussy.
Job done, humiliation complete and as I press send, I wait for the recipient to beat down my door.
* * *
One hour later,the fun really begins.
I study her arrival with interest. The car draws up outside and my uniformed guard on the door opens it and a long shapely leg exits first, followed by a woman who could grace any Paris runway.
Her silver dress moves independently of her, dusting her knees as she towers on the highest heels that give me an instant hard on.
She straightens up and tosses her sandy hair across her shoulder and glances up at the name above my club, her lips set in a grim line and her vivid green eyes flashing as she nods her thanks to the guard who holds the rope aside to let her pass.
Cesare is waiting just inside the door and approaches her with a respectful smile and as he guides her past the door leading into the club, I prepare myself for battle.
Mere seconds later the door opens, and she enters my office, trying to appear unconcerned, but I already sense her emotion.
“Mr. Ortega, I presume.”
She glances past me, and I notice her skin pale as she witnesses her current boyfriend fucking one of my staff doggy style.
For a moment she falters, and her dark stormy eyes sparkle with unshed tears.
“Please take a seat, Miss. Kensington.”
She drops into the seat opposite me, and I hand her a glass of champagne, causing her to flinch.
“Are we celebrating, Mr. Ortega?”
She glances back to the screen and her lips tighten as she witnesses what her boyfriend does in his spare time.
“Of course.”
I sit behind my desk and smile, nodding to the monitor and saying huskily, “Have you seen enough?”
“No.” She fixes her eyes on the screen and raises the glass to her lips and for once I’m surprised by a reaction. I thought she’d be inconsolable, tearful, and hysterical. Not this cold fury and desire to watch every sordid second of her boyfriend’s infidelity.
She doesn’t tear her eyes from the scene as she says conversationally, “So, what’s this about? Why send this to me with an invitation to meet you?”
“Because I have a business proposition for you.”
“I’m not in business.”
She cringes as Jefferson slaps Sherrie’s ass hard.
“I beg to differ, Miss. Kensington.”
“You know nothing about me.”
I’m impressed with the fire inside her and I say slowly, “Let me refresh your memory, then. You are in the business of being set up as a trophy wife. Your husband to be is currently starring in his own porn movie that could end up in the public domain if you choose to walk away.”
Her eyes flick away from the screen, and I almost flinch under her derisive gaze.
