Passion Desire Lust

How I met Taylor fox.

Maya's point of view.

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I was in my twenties when I started working in a famous nightclub, "The Exclusive Red Club." Some called it a hooker house, but it was a strip club. I was a popular exotic pole dancer among my peers, but the pay was not high enough for my luxurious life. Jenny was my only friend at work. She has a sexy and hot body that would make any man go on their knees for her. She is the only girl who fits in to be my friend because she is wealthy, she dresses elegantly, and she wears the most expensive perfume. Jenny has the most expensive wealthy hooker. I talk to her about being a hooker apart from being an exotic dancer in the club. Jenny promised to help. I eagerly awaited for her to fulfill her promise, as she had promised me earlier. She called me to serve an old man in his sixties. If he likes me, he will buy me expensive things. I agreed and went in. He is an old man, but based on what I calculated. He’s a wealthy man. He is dressed in an expensive suit, a watch, and perfume. He smells nice. He is one of the most powerful men in the country. I was happy and already thinking about how rich I would be and the expensive pieces of jewelry I would get for myself after my season with my client.

I thank Jenny and promise to give her some of my share. My day was fun with the old man, and he likes how I play and give him some unforgettable hot blowing sex, and he seems interested in me.

He asked me to be his only bitch and his plaything after some months with him. I was happy with him. He had been making me happy and spoiling me with expensive and luxurious gifts, watches, and money. He treated me so well, but I can never rely solely on him. I wanted more. I needed more. I want to get married to a rich man. It has always been a dream of mine. I need more sugar daddies.

One faithful day, I met Taylor Fox, the richest young playboy billionaire in town. He was the only child of the Fox family. He was in the company of his friends. He was the most outstanding guy among his friends. He captured my mind and conquered my heart and my soul instantly. He was chatting and smiling with them. I wish he would notice me until an idea comes to my mind. I hope it works...

I stood up and started walking to my dressing room to spruce up. As the most prominent dancer, I was allowed to have my own private room.

After dressing up, I looked into the mirror appeased with myself. The way I look, I look hot as hell. No man will be able to resist me or repudiate me. I will definitely lure him. He will be mine after tonight.

I walked up to the spotlight doing what I know best, my pole dancing. I danced in a hot seductive way. Many people were cheering me up. I had zero interest in them, and I kept yearning for him to glimpse at me. He finally looked up, and our eyes met and locked.