His desires my love

While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her

Katie Oettgen

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

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**Rachel**

I bobbed faster on the huge man's dick hoping and praying he would reach climax soon so I can finally get out of here. He was just the right guy to satisfy my needs this evening before I head home after an extremely long day.

I just finished dancing my a*s off on the pole. I mean that in the most literal way. I have various skills and techniques but my favourite is making use of what my momma gave me. It gets them every time and today, I got more than enough tips from the audience not to mention my usual pay from the club management,

If we're wondering why I'm in the middle of a blow job, I'll explain it to you. While dancing, I noticed an extremely horny man with a large bulge in his pants. It turned me on in the most sexual way possible and I promised myself he'll be inside of me before the night is over.

Besides, I haven't had a good fuck in days so I decided to put on both out of us misery. It's obvious his wife, mistress or girlfriend isn't treating him properly and I'm going to be his remedy. After I'm done with him, he won't have eyes for another woman's private parts.

Sadly, he turned out to be a terrible lover. He had an extremely huge d**k so I cummed within minutes of foreplay. He didn't even do it properly, I guess I was just too horny but that wasn't the worse part, it was the fact that he still begged for more after leaving me unsatisfied. I had to resort to giving him a blow job. I hate to leave a man unsatisfied. I have a reputation around here.

So here I was, sucking the life out of his member. He encouraged me by holding onto my hair until he finally spilled his load at the back of my throat. I swallowed it happily remembering the taste of c*m. It's really been a while.

I got up and simply wiped my lips before flashing him a wicked smile walking away making sure his eyes would he glued to my a*s. He'll never forget this night and neither will I but for two completely different reasons.

I went back to the dressing room to clean up as well as to check if I had left anything behind and couldn't help over hear the conversation between two other strippers. People talk around this parts and it's usually gossip but it doesn't hurt to know.

"I'm going to put on my best show for him tomorrow. One night with him and I'm set."

An unfamiliar voice says confidently. It takes a lot for a man to catch a stripper's eyes so whoever this man is, he must be really important.

"Yeah, me too. I hope he notices me. I can't wait."

The other beemed, her voice laced with excitement and anticipation. I made an appearance but they were both too busy fantasizing to even notice me.

Ignoring then, I checked thoroughly before taking my leave. I'm sure this new man has nothing to do with me so I wouldn't put too much thought on him.

****

I placed my gloves on taking the path to my house and surprisingly started considering my life decisions.

I am Rachel Sinclair. You must have realised I am a proud stripper. It's really funny though. Most people hide this part of themselves but I have always felt proud of whatever I'm doing. It's my life so no one has the right to judge me for it.

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