Chapter 845: Mr. Peter's Ambition
"That would be a G cup, practically a cow. I don't want that," Valerie pouted playfully. Suddenly curious, she asked, "Mr. Peter, who was that guy earlier?"
"Oh, he's one of Mr. Jacob's men. Mr. Jacob has been under police scrutiny lately and had some shipments seized. He suspects there's an undercover agent among his new recruits and asked me to check out this guy. From what I heard, he should be fine," Mr. Peter said leisurely. Valerie had been with him for five years and had never made a mistake. She was his most trusted subordinate, and he rarely kept things from her.
"But did you really need to send Nicole to entertain him? She's my best assistant. You didn't even let Nicole entertain Mr. Jacob when he came over," Valerie asked, puzzled.
"You have to use the best tools for the most important tasks. Mr. Jacob has seen all kinds of women in his travels; sending Nicole to him would be a waste. But Lucas has earned Mr. Jacob's trust, especially after passing this test. I foresee Mr. Jacob giving him more responsibilities, so I want to win him over early. Mr. Jacob's goods are of high quality and low price, and he's close to monopolizing the Starhaven market. I've always wanted to find his supplier, and Lucas might be the key," Mr. Peter said proudly.
"So you plan to undercut him at the source," Valerie realized, showing admiration as she nestled closer to him, her voluptuous hips wriggling. "If we control the supply, Mr. Jacob will be sidelined, and we can take over."
"That's why you're my woman," Mr. Peter said, aroused by her flattery and the feel of her soft hips against him. He picked Valerie up and carried her to the inner room, tossing her onto the large bed.
Valerie cried out softly, lying back with her white legs spread, looking shy and inviting. Mr. Peter quickly stripped off his clothes and tore open Valerie's cheongsam, revealing her white breasts encased in a black bra. Overcome with lust, he buried his face in her cleavage, biting her rosy nipples, his erect penis pressing against her through her stockings.
"Mr. Peter, let me take off my clothes first," Valerie moaned, her white legs hanging helplessly off the bed, her pretty face turned to the side, black hair cascading down, highlighting her white breasts even more.
"No need, it's more exciting this way," Mr. Peter laughed. He enjoyed leaving women half-dressed during sex, finding it more thrilling than having them completely naked. It gave him a sense of dominance.
Seeing the vulnerable woman beneath him, he was overcome with lust. He tore open her stockings and pulled aside her panties, thrusting his thick penis into her vagina. The familiar tightness excited him, and he thrust vigorously, like a bull, burying his face in her breasts and biting her nipples.
Valerie bit her lip, enduring the pain of his rough thrusts. She knew that resisting would only make him more aggressive.
"Fuck, you're still so tight, tighter than a virgin," Mr. Peter growled, showing no mercy as he ravaged her, leaving bite marks on her full, white breasts. His strong arms gripped her thighs and hips, thrusting deep into her, as if trying to pierce through her body.
"Mr. Peter, please, I can't take it," Valerie pleaded, tears welling up in her eyes. This kind of sex was a nightmare for her.
But Mr. Peter only became more excited, his penis thrusting faster, his hands gripping her thighs and hips, his fingers digging into her soft, white flesh. He enjoyed the rough sex, feeling that it was the only way to truly dominate her.
Although Mr. Peter had taken Valerie's virginity five years ago, making him her first man, he always felt unworthy of her. If it hadn't been for her family's financial troubles, he doubted he would have ever had the chance to possess such an exceptional woman.
Despite Valerie's obedient demeanor, there was something in her eyes that he couldn't understand, making him fear that she might leave him someday. So every time they had sex, he couldn't help but rough her up, leaving her bruised and battered, as if to prove that he was her master.
"Ah, ah, so good," Mr. Peter finally climaxed after Eighteen minutes, filling her with his hot seed. The room fell silent, save for his heavy breathing and her suppressed moans.
Mr. Peter slid off Valerie and lay back on the bed, satisfied. He had been with many women, but Valerie was the best. He didn't like overly eager women; he preferred passive ones like Valerie, who made him feel like he was conquering a virtuous woman.
Unfortunately, such proper women were rare. Many beautiful women who appeared aloof and cold would eagerly degrade themselves for money, making him disdainful. So-called virtuous women were just waiting for the right price.
Mr. Peter looked at Valerie, her white body covered in bruises and bite marks. Feeling a bit guilty, he said, "Valerie, the card I gave you has your birthday as the password. Take out twenty thousand as your bonus for this month. As long as you serve me well, you'll live in luxury."
He couldn't resist giving her round, white buttocks a squeeze, enjoying the feel.
"Thank you, Mr. Peter. I'll be going now," Valerie said, quickly getting up and tidying the room. Her face returned to its usual calm elegance, as if the earlier storm had nothing to do with her. Only as she turned to leave the bedroom did a flash of disgust cross her eyes, quickly disappearing.
Five years ago, she had been a bright, promising college student who blushed at romantic scenes on TV. Now, she had become a plaything for men. To outsiders, she was the glamorous manager of Desire Nights Club, but she knew that her pride and dignity had ended five years ago...
In Room 2, an indescribable atmosphere enveloped Lucas. The young girl in the golden mask reminded him of ten years ago. Her elegant demeanor and refined speech touched his heart, unlike the uneducated masseuses at sauna clubs.
Sometimes, men sought not just physical release but deep emotional connection. Desire Nights Club understood this well. The more proper and non-sexual the service, the more it stirred the imagination. Ancient courtesans were said to captivate men with a song or poem, without relying on their looks. The girl's mask hid her face, focusing his attention on her graceful body, her white thighs, slender ankles, rounded hips, smooth skin, and the subtle fragrance she wore, all intoxicating him.
Though his wife Audrey was beautiful and voluptuous, after three years of marriage, the initial thrill had faded. Wildflowers like this girl excited him more. His penis was hard, but he worried about seeming too eager, so he kept his legs together to hide it.
"Mr. Jason, no need to be so tense. Relax a bit," Nicole said with a soft laugh, kneeling beside him and placing her delicate fingers on his tense thigh, massaging gently. "You must be tired. Let me give you a massage."
Lucas nodded instinctively, feeling her fingers work magic on his thigh, sending electric currents through his body, making him almost moan with pleasure. His penis grew harder, and he felt more cared for than he ever had.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Call me Nicole."
"Nicole, you're beautiful."
In the room, the subtle fragrance lingered. Lucas watched Nicole serve him attentively, feeling a surge of tenderness. He couldn't help but take her delicate hand.
Nicole quickly pulled her hand away, saying coldly, "Mr. Jason, please behave. I'm just working here part-time, not that kind of woman."
Lucas blushed and hurriedly explained, "I'm sorry, I got carried away. Don't be mad. Are you still in school?"
Nicole nodded softly. "I started college last year. My family is poor, and we can't afford tuition. My mom has heart disease and needs money for treatment. I have to study during the day and work here at night. But I earn my money honestly."
Seeing her tear up, Lucas felt even more sorry for her. "Alright, Nicole, don't cry. You're a strong and self-respecting girl. You shouldn't be in a place like this. How about this: quit tomorrow, and I'll sponsor your education. Call me Lucas."
"I can't do that," Nicole said, surprised. "We barely know each other. I can't accept your charity."
"It's no problem," Lucas insisted, feeling even more moved by her refusal. "It's just a little money. Give me your bank account number, and I'll transfer it now."
"Really, there's no need," Nicole said, touched, leaning into Lucas's arms. "If you really feel for me, just come here more often. I don't want charity; I want to earn my keep."
This girl was so understanding it hurt. Lucas couldn't help but hug her, kissing away her tears. Nicole closed her eyes and kissed him back passionately.
After a while, Nicole suddenly pushed him away, saying, "I'm not worthy of serving you, Lucas."
Lucas held her tighter, kissing her forehead, eyebrows, nose, and chin, whispering, "You're the purest girl in the world, cleaner than any woman."
"No, really, I can't," Nicole said, struggling, but her resistance only fueled his desire. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, his body burning with passion. He kissed her lips, his hand caressing her enticing breasts.
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