Clubrooms Diary

Chapter 17: Burned Baby

MADDIE

May 9th 2018 Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

It's only ten o'clock in the fricking morning and already I'm aggravated with pure annoyance. I storm

towards the changing room with my heels clicking harshly against the wooden floors. I barge through

the door using my upper body and head straight towards the washing basin. Turning the cold tap on I

shove my hand underneath the chilled flowing water. Holding it still, as it aches like a bitch after jabbing

Chads ugly face. He knows how to get my blood boiling the fucker! And, like always I end up losing my

cool and using my fists. I use my other hand to wash the smeared blood off my knuckles. When they're

blood-free, I turn the tap off and use the towel to pat dry my skin. I sigh, watching a pretty shade of

purple spread around my knuckles like a wildfire. I glance up into the blurry mirror filled with grime and

use my fingers to wipe away the smeared mascara in the corner of my eyes. I turn around and lean my

body against the dirty basin, absorbing the coolness the cheap porcelain generously offers to cool my

feverish skin.

My mind goes into overdrive thinking.

If Chad honestly believes I'm going to replace that shitty bed in my room. He has another thing coming.

It's not my fault he's a penny-pinching weasel who refuses to invest in some decent furniture.

I mean shit!

The amount of money the twins spent in this shithole yesterday could easily fill the room with new

furnishings. Expensive furniture at that.

Now he's ruined my mood for the day. First, he tells me I have to share Mal's client list with Layla.

Secondly, he comes into my room to chat about how I handle my clients... MY CLIENTS! Is it my fault

their mothers didn't teach them proper manners?

Pfff...

When a gal says no, it means NO!

And... thirdly, his ugly face bruised my knuckles. It's gonna hurt like a bitch when I'm on my knees

blowing some pricks dick off. If you haven't noticed, I like to be on the receiving end when it comes to

sexual pleasure. I'm a receiver, not a giver. But... If you've managed to rock my world, I do like to return

the favour. I'm a greedy little sex minx and it just so happens to be one of my favourite flaws.

I push myself off the basin, fix myself up and walk out of the changing room. I pass Layla on the way

and that girl... Stinks with a capital S. She must be living her best life to the fullest, drowning her poor

kidneys in cheap liquor.

Must suck to be her. I think, humming as I walk to my room. I slow my footing when I see Chads ex-

girlfriend sneak into the room across from mine. What the fuck is she up to? I stop and watch her close

the door.

Hmmmmm... I walk to my room and instead of entering, I lean up against the door and wait for her to

exit. I know full well she hasn't snuck in there to see Chad. Chad fucks in his office, it's why it stinks of

ass in there. That and because of his shit breath.

I wait five minutes and she still hasn't come out. I tap my finger against my mouth and bingo! I quickly

walk out the back exit and slowly creep up to the window. There's a slight gap in the blinds, I push my

face up against the glass desperately trying to see who's in the room with her.

"Fuck!" I mumble.

I crane my neck and bob my head about, peeping inside with narrowed eyes.

No fucking way, Lisa! I scream in my head.

Rachel's riding her face stark naked. I giggle, never in my wildest days did I ever imagine I'd snap Lisa

with Chads ex-fucking-missus. It's seriously hilarious. I continue to watch them, I witness Rachel

cumming as her body shudders viciously on Lisa's face. I have to admit, I love getting my pussy eaten

out and watching Rachel cum like that has me aching between the thighs. I bite my lower lip watching

Rachel rid Lisa of her undergarments throwing them aimlessly around the room. Lisa gets on all fours

at the end of the bed, her eyes heavy on Rachel filled with lust as Rachel runs her tongue from Lisas

clit right up her little ass. Rachel spreads her ass apart and her head...

"Maddie, what are you doing?" I jump with fright and a little scream leaves my mouth.

I turn and glare at our good for nothing security guard. "Billy-Joel! What the fuck are you trying to do?

Scare me to fucking death!"

He chuckles. "What are you doing peeping through the window?" His voice is filled with amusement as

his eyes eat me up.

"I wasn't peeping," I say offensively.

He nods towards the window. "Who's in there?" His eyes light up with curiosity.

"Your mum and Chad," I say stepping away from the window.

His face instantly drops.

"Be my guess." I smile and motion my hand towards the window inviting him to have a look.

He stands there glaring at me as his eyes dart back and forth between the window and myself.

"Fuck you, Maddie!" He says deliberately.

"Is that a threat or a promise?." I smirk.

So..... Like, if your a bit slow and haven't caught on. Chad was snapped rooting his fifty-eight-year-old

mum in his office on top of his desk. It's a vision that would haunt Billy-Joel for the rest of his pathetic

days

"I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last bitch alive." He grounds out.

"And I wouldn't fuck you if you paid me to." I chuckle and walk back towards the club's entrance.

I'm obviously fucking lying. The man's built like a goddam powerhouse and I can only imagine the kind

of heat he's packing in those tight little jeans of his.

"You couldn't even get my limp dick hard if your life depended on it." He calls out.

I stop dead in my tracks and turn around marching my phat ass right back to him. I stop when I get toe

to toe with him. I tilt my head to the side, running my lacy bra straps down over my shoulder being sure

to keep eye contact with him.

"Is that a fact?"

I pull the lacy material down over my breasts putting them on full display for his eyes only. His breath

catches and my eyes fall on the bulge bursting to break free from his zipped jeans. I lean in to him,

getting close enough to his ear, being sure to graze my hardened nipples along his forearms fanning

his face with my morning coffee breath.

"Your cock evidently disagrees with you Billyboy," I whisper before I take his earlobe into my mouth,

grazing it with my teeth.

He lets out a small groan. "Too bad you couldn't afford me anyway," I say stepping back letting his eyes

feast upon me for a moment more, savouring my image for his next wanking session.

I cover my exposed skin up as he stands there readjusting himself.

"Don't play with fire if you don't want to get burned baby." I turn and walk away being sure to

generously sway my hips.