One Night Stand with a Two-Faced Stripper

Diamond's POV

"You're late again," Mrs. Morgan's voice made me stop in my tracks as she frowned at me. She was the club's manager and responsible for keeping everything intact. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I was busy with some important stuff," I replied.

"Well, that's up to you because your tip would be deducted. Anyway, you have a VIP customer waiting for you upstairs, so you better go get dressed. Hurry up; time is money," Mrs. Morgan snapped, her impatience evident in her tone.

Hearing that, I rushed to the dressing room, grabbing my costume and slipping it on quickly. It was tight and revealing, designed to accentuate my curves and draw attention to my body. I didn't like wearing it, but it was part of the job.

I started working as a stripper when my father fell ill after he lost his company to scammers. He had signed some documents without reading them. I worked at so many places, but the pay wasn't enough for his medication, so I saw that the club needed strippers, and the pay was good, so I took it, not minding anything.

I just didn't want my dad to die. I've been working so hard to get money for his treatment while my stepmother and sister sat at home doing nothing to help. If only they knew how hard I work every single day, maybe they would understand. But I knew they wouldn't.

I had been upgraded to the VIP level because of my physical appearance and how well I render my services, with so many VIP customers requesting that I attend to them. My face was always covered by a mask, keeping my identity a secret. It was a necessary precaution.

I took a deep breath and headed upstairs to meet my customer. I tried to put on a brave face, but my nerves were getting the best of me. I had kept him waiting and wouldn't want a situation where he rates me poorly because that would cost me my tip for the night.

The red light in the room was dim and seductive, setting the mood for what was about to happen. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw the man sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on me as I entered.

He was tall and imposing, with a stern expression that sent a shiver down my spine. I could tell that he was used to getting what he wanted, and I knew that this encounter was going to be a bit difficult, but I've met more difficult customers.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped closer to him, trying to keep my composure. "What do you want, sir?" I said in my usually sexy voice as I watched him stand up, moving closer to me. "The normal routine; I heard you're the best here, so take me to Cloud 9 Damsel," he held my waist, whispering in my ears.

My heart pounded in my chest as the man spoke. His voice was deep and commanding, making me melt at his touch. "I'll do my best, sir," I replied, my voice steady despite my trembling hands. "Just relax and let me take care of you." I tried to sound confident, but inside I was a bundle of nerves.

My services were strictly blowjobs and not sex, which is why I was upgraded to the VIP level. I pushed him softly, making him fall to the bed. I bit my lower lips as I unbuckled his jeans. I could feel his hard bulge straining against his pants, waiting to be devoured.

He looked so huge and inviting down there, so I lowered myself to my knees beside him, looking at his perfect face, before taking his dick gently in my mouth. His eyes were burning into mine, and I could see the lust. I heard a soft groan as I moved my tongue around the tip of his dick.

But this time I took all of him in my mouth as the sound of his groans increased. "Urgghh, fuck," he groaned. The sounds he made were exciting to me, and I knew he was enjoying every bit of it.

I took his hard steel rod in my hands, caressing it gently and erotically, then I moved it again in my mouth, slowly soaking it up with my sweet saliva. I knew he was losing his senses to me from the moment he grabbed my hair, pushing my head softly.

I moved my head up and down, sucking on his hard dick slowly, before increasing my pace. I increased my speed drastically, and when I looked up, I noticed his eyes were shut and his jaw was clenched tight.

He was really enjoying this. "Hmmm... fuck," he moaned loudly this time, letting his pleasure get into his head. "Just keep going... Don't stop, please," he blurted out again. His wish was my command, so I kept going and going until he couldn't take it anymore.

"Damn girl, I need to fuck you right now," he said in a commanding tone. And I didn't know what kind of control he had over me, but I didn't resist. I didn't feel like letting go; I was drawn to him in a way that had never happened to me before.

I usually do my job, get my tips, and off I go, but there was something about this man I couldn't place my hands on. Before I knew what was happening, he took my lips in a captivating kiss. The kiss was more intense than anything I had felt before.

His lips were soft and warm, and the way he kissed me sent jolts of electricity through my entire body. His grip was tight, pulling me closer to him.

"Hmmm," a strangled moan vibrated in my throat as he ran his fingers through my hair. Then I felt his hands move to my bum, squeezing it softly, and then I felt his hand on my thighs, this time tracing it up to my pussycat, fueling the fire burning within me, which caused a strange type of pleasure to erupt within me.

He kept on kissing me like he couldn't get enough of me; he held my waist, lifting me up to the bed as he spread my legs, staring at the delicious meal in front of him. For some weird reason, I didn't want him to stop whatever he was about to do.

He gently took my pants off and planted his lips on me, sucking and licking every bit of it, which drove me completely insane. "Hmmm," I moaned, feeling a strange sensation that made me feel different. It felt so good that I wanted more of him already.

"Please don't stop," I begged.

He was pleasing me in ways I could never imagine. Then he plunged a finger inside me, causing me to flinch, but I was ready to take it all. As he kept on thrusting with his fingers, I felt a mixture of pleasure and pain. Noticing how I flinched and how tight I was down there, he paused and looked up to me.

"Are you a virgin?" he asked with a curious look on his face. "Ermmmm...yes," I stammered. Despite being a stripper, I was still a virgin. I had always wanted to do it with someone I loved, but this guy was driving me insane.

"Hmmmm, you're too naughty and sexy to be a virgin," he said with a grin playing on his lips.

"Please don't stop," I begged once more.

"I wasn't going to," he said in his usual commanding voice. "It's going to hurt, though, but what's pleasure without pain? And I'm glad to be your first," he said as he slid his fingers back into me, moving them into my core.

"Fuck," I moaned loudly. My hands were trembling as I held his head, crying in agony. "Don't you dare stop," I commanded with a voice filled with pure arousal.

"Stop what?" He asked, feigning ignorance, as he stared right into my eyes while his fingers worked on me. "Don't stop touching me!" I yelled.

"I can't take it anymore; fuck me already," I said with a hoarse voice. "Damn, this is what I've been waiting to hear, girl," he said, lifting my legs.

He penetrated me slowly, making me flinch again. "Fuck, it hurts," I whispered.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked with a soft tone. "No, don't stop," I replied. His thrust were slow at first before increasing his pace.

"Please go slowly," I begged, trying to adjust to his size. I've heard stories about how having sex for the first time didn't hurt a lot, but I was in lots of pain now. Still, I didn't want him to stop.

He continued thrusting until he was completely inside me. "Ah, fuck," I moaned in pain until it slowly disappeared. He planted a kiss on my lips as he fucked me slowly, like he knew I was hurting badly.

"Could you go fast, please?" I whispered, biting my lips as I felt the intense pleasure running through my veins. I could tell that this was going to be the best day of my life.

After some minutes of intense pleasure, I passed out in his arms. I was completely exhausted, and suddenly the sounds of my phone ringing broke the silence. I looked at the screen and saw it was my best friend, Lily.

I picked up, but Lily's voice sounded strange, like she was in danger. "He...Hello, Diamond," Lily said, her voice shaking. "You need to come home right now. Something bad has happened to your dad." Before I could even reply, the call was cut off.

Diamond's POV

My heart sank, and I felt a surge of panic. The moment I heard my dad, I knew I had to get home as soon as possible. I quickly put on my clothes, not bothering to look back at the stranger. "You're leaving without getting paid?" he called out.

I ignored him. I had to get out of there, and fast. "Is something wrong?" He asked, his voice full of concern. "Yes, something happened to my dad, and I need to get home right now," I replied, trying to stay calm. The stranger hesitated, then said, "I can give you a ride, if you like."

Getting a cab might be hard right now, I thought, and I needed to get home quickly, so I reluctantly agreed. We rushed downstairs to the parking garage, where his car was parked. But as we got to the car, he suddenly stopped and started patting down his pockets.

"What's wrong?" I asked. "I can't find my keys I think I left them upstairs," he said. "You're joking, right?" I could feel my anger rising. He shook his head, looking sheepish. I didn't wait for him to respond. I turned and left him there, stopping for a taxi.

As I got in, I heard him call out, "Can I at least get your number or your name?" But I ignored him and told the driver to hurry. I kept praying in my mind that nothing bad happens to my dad; he's the only one I've got.

Getting home, I noticed the house was unusually quiet and Lily wasn't in the living room. "Ma!! Crystal!!" I called out to my stepmother and stepsister. But no one answered. The house was too quiet, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was actually wrong.

Then I decided to call Lily but was surprised when I heard her ringing tone from upstairs, so I figured she would probably be in my room. Reaching the top of the stairs, I saw the most shocking thing in my life. I saw a dark pool of liquid, and I couldn't tell what it was, but I just knew it wasn't good.

So I took a few steps forward, and when I saw it, I couldn't believe my eyes; it was blood coming out of my father's room. Closing my eyes tight I moved closer to the door and pushed it open, only to see Lily, my best friend lying lifeless on the floor covered in her own blood.

And when I looked up, I saw my stepmother holding a knife covered in blood, and her hands were trembling. I rushed to Lily's body, holding her tight and crying. "What had she done that made you kill her?" I cried. The sight of my best friend's lifeless body burned into my mind.

I looked up at my stepmother, filled with rage and fear. "What made you kill her??" I screamed, but my stepmother just stood there, saying nothing with a grin on her lips. I looked over at Crystal, my stepsister, who just sat there unbothered.

The silence was deafening, and my heart was pounding in my chest. I couldn't believe my own eyes. My best friend was dead, and they seemed to have nothing to say about it. "Why are you smiling, Crystal?" I yelled, my voice trembling. But my question was met with more silence.

I held Lily in my hands as I continued to cry profusely. I didn't know what my best friend might have done to deserve this cruelty. But as I cried, something else caught my eye. I looked over to the bed and noticed my father wasn't moving.

I had totally forgotten about him. So I left Lily and rushed over to my dad, shaking him to wake up, but he didn't answer. When I checked his pulse, I realised he was gone too. "No, no, no, this can't be happening to me." I fell on his body, crying hard because he was the only family I had left.

"Dad, please wake up!!" My heart sank as I realised that not only was my best friend gone, but my father was gone too. I was overcome with grief and anger, and I felt like the world was spinning out of control. I laid on his body, sobbing uncontrollably.

I had lost everything, and I didn't know what to do next. The silence in the room was broken only by the sound of my own sobs. All I wanted was to wake up from this nightmare. I worked so hard as a stripper even when I didn't like it because some men would want to go the extra mile to take advantage of me.

With all the risks involved, I did it regardless so my dad wouldn't end up like this, but they killed him. Adlyne's voice broke the silence as she laughed out loud, dropping the knife she was holding.

When I noticed she had dropped the knife, with a swift movement, I pushed Adlyne down to the ground, holding her neck. "Why the hell did you kill my father?" I yelled at her. "Get off me, you bastard," she said, trying to push me off. But I wasn't going to let her get away from me.

"You murderer, I'll kill you today; you've always made my life a living hell," I said. Suddenly I heard a sound and turned to look, but I was met with the terrifying sight of Crystal holding a bat. Before I could even react, I felt a sharp pain in my shoulders, making me fall to the ground.

I was lying on the ground in pain as Adlyne and Crystal stood over me. I had no idea what would happen to me next, and I could only pray that I would survive this nightmare. "Mum, are you okay?" I heard Crystal ask Adlyne as she looked at her body, checking for any injuries.

"You want to know the truth, huh? Your father has been useless ever since he lost his company; we've been living in poverty for years now. What do you expect? That I continue with this life," Adlyne said as she laughed hard.

"We killed him because he had one last property that was meant for you only; how about my daughter Crystal, huh? What did he keep for her?" "No, no, no," I thought as I tried to stand up. But I couldn't move and could only listen in horror as my stepmother and stepsister continued their cold-hearted conversation.

"We killed them because we needed the money, Diamond," Adlyne said. "Your father was weak and useless, and we're better off without him. We had to get rid of your bestie too, because she was so stupid to get into our business.

She saw us kill him and couldn't shut her mouth, she still went ahead to call you." Crystal nodded in agreement. "Once we get our hands on the property, we'll be set for life," Adlyne said, her voice filled with greed.

"And you know what? He already signed the documents in my name." So they killed my father because of the property he left for me?" I held my shoulder as tears slipped out of my eyes. My heart broke as I listened to their cruel laughter. I couldn't believe that they would kill my father just for money.

I felt betrayed and devastated, and I couldn't understand how they could be so heartless. My whole body ached as I tried to move. "And since you've gotten in our way, I'm afraid we're going to destroy you too," Adlyne said. I knew I couldn't just lay there and allow them to kill me.

Luckily, the knife was close to me, so I grabbed it and stood up to my feet, shaking. I pointed the knife towards them, making them move back. "Don't come close to me, or else I'll kill you."

"Please, don't hurt us," Adlyne begged in a mocking tone. "We're sorry; we didn't mean to do this. We were just desperate." I just couldn't believe how they could make silly jokes after killing my dad and bestfriend in one day. I held the knife tighter, my hand trembling with rage.

Tears streamed down my eyes as I looked at my father and best friend one last time. Looking at them, I knew what I had to do. "I'm going to call the police right now," I said, grabbing my phone from my pocket. But Crystal said something that made me freeze.

"What do you think we meant by saying we were going to destroy you, Diamond? Because I'm certain you have no idea."

"The thing is, we already called the cops," Crystal said with an evil smile. "And why would you do that, knowing you killed my father and Lily?" I fired back. "No, Diamond, you killed them," Adlyne replied.

"No, no, no, it wasn't me! You're the ones who did this!" I cried, my voice cracking. "I'm innocent!" Just then Crystal and Adlyne fell to the ground, holding Lily, and said, "You killed her, Diamond. Why did you kill them?" I became really confused by their act.

"Have you guys gone crazy??" I yelled.

Before I could say anything else, the door was pushed wide open, and in came the police while I was still holding the knife covered in blood, pointing at them. When they saw me, they pointed their guns at me. "Drop the knife now!" one of the officers shouted.

Diamond's POV

"I didn't do it!" I pleaded, but the officers weren't listening as they handcuffed me. I looked over at Adlyne and Crystal as they continued their fake act, and when the policemen weren't looking, they smiled at me mischievously, and that was when it clicked.

They had it all planned. "Please, I didn't kill them. You have to believe me, officer." I cried and struggled with them, but my plea fell on deaf ears. As I struggled against the police officers, my mind reeled with the realisation that I had been set up.

My stepmother and stepsister had planned this, and I had fallen right into their trap. I felt like a fool, and I couldn't understand how I hadn't seen it coming. Now, I was going to pay the price. I sobbed uncontrollably as I was dragged out of the house, my vision blurred by tears.

The police officers showed no mercy, shoving me forward roughly as I stumbled and tried to catch my footing. I felt weak and defeated, my body trembling with fear and despair. I had been framed for murder, and I couldn't do anything to change that.

The day of my trial came, and all evidence pointed to me. Then I heard the most shocking words of my life as I stood there. "Diamond Ronald, you're hereby sentenced to life imprisonment for the murder of Max Ronald and Lily Davin." The judge said:.

I felt my world collapse as the judge's words reverberated in my ears. Life imprisonment? For a crime I didn't commit? It wasn't fair; it couldn't be true. But there I stood, in handcuffs and an orange jumpsuit, being led out of the courtroom by the police.

I felt numb, unable to process what was happening. It was as if I was watching it all happen to someone else, not me. As we walked out of the courtroom, I met Lily's mother crying.

"You will rot in jail, Diamond, for killing my child," she spat in my face before the police took her away. My heart broke as I heard the words of Lily's mother. I knew she was right; there was no way to make up for the terrible things that had happened.

She had lost everything, and now I was going to spend the rest of my life in prison. I felt hopeless as I was escorted to a police car and taken away. It was a fate worse than death, and I couldn't imagine how I would survive it.

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It's been months of living in hell, crying every single day without talking to anyone, and praying that one day I get out of here. Then I closed my eyes, imagining a life outside these walls, but the sound of kisses interrupted me again.

This has been happening for quite a while now. I guess they're a couple or something. The ladies beside me kissed each other, their bodies pressing close as they touched themselves. I was uncomfortable, but I couldn't escape the sound of their whispers and moans.

"Hmmm, right there, baby," I heard one of them say. "Baby, don't stop, please," she moaned.

I had no choice but to endure because it wasn't my personal space. Just then I heard a fire alarm, but I wasn't moved by it because some inmates would always touch the fire alarm to make everyone scared, so I knew it was fake.

But this time the alarm didn't stop, and then I heard those words that made me freeze. "Everyone, get out of your rooms; the whole building is on fire." One of the female cops shouted. My heart pounded in my chest as I heard her words.

Just then, an idea struck my mind like a bolt of lightning. I could use this fire as a distraction, a way to escape this hell. So I took off my cell uniform and quickly pulled in my hoodie, concealing my face, and rushed towards the door. I held my breath and ran through the hallway.

The smoke was stinging my eyes as I made my way to the ground floor. When we all got outside, so many vans were already standing by, waiting to carry us all. So we had to form a line as everyone quickly entered the vans, but the police were on standby with their guns, making it difficult to escape.

I didn't want to give up either. Before I could think of anything, I saw the ladies who were making out in the room earlier running. I joined them without thinking twice. We ran for our lives without looking back, and as we ran, more women joined.

"Stop running!" the policewoman kept shouting. My heart pounded in my chest, but I kept running. Then, I heard gunshots, and fear gripped me instantly. I looked around and saw some of the women who had been running with me falling to the ground. I knew I couldn't stop.

I ran until I was off their tracks. Suddenly, a car drove past me with speed, almost hitting me. I turned to see that the car had stopped, and a lady came down. "I'm so sorry for that. Can I give you a ride to where you're going? It looks like you're in a haste. She asked.

I was surprised when the lady stopped and offered me a ride. "Yeah, some bad guys are chasing me," I lied. "Oh, please enter the car now so you won't get caught." I knew it could be dangerous to accept a ride from a stranger, but I was desperate and had no other options.

As I entered the passenger seat, the lady smiled at me, trying to put me at ease. "I'm so sorry," she said. "Where are you headed?" "Erm, mmm, to any nearby hotel," I stammered, trying to sound cool.

"Oh, okay, are you sure you'd be safe there?" She asked. I just nodded. At least for now, that's the only place I could hide until I figured something out. The lady signalled her driver to take us to a nearby hotel.

"I'm finally out of hell," I whispered to myself as I let out a sigh of relief. I felt bad for those other ladies who were shot; I wish they had succeeded the way I did. "I'm Debra, by the way," she said, stretching her hands for a handshake.

"I'm Diamond," I replied, shaking her. The drive wasn't silent and awkward; as she said things that made me laugh, I guess she was trying to put me at ease even though she didn't know me. "Nice ring, though," I said as I looked at the flashy diamond ring she was wearing.

"Thank you," she replied. One thing led to another and she opened up to me that she was being forced to marry someone she didn't love. I felt sorry for her and didn't know what to say, but I knew I had to say something.

"My opinion doesn't matter anyway, but I think you shouldn't go on with the marriage if you don't want to." I said this as Debra suddenly interrupted me with her screams.

"Watch out!!!!" She yelled at the driver as the car veered out of control, crashing into a truck. And boom, everything went dark.

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I couldn't feel or hear anything. I had no idea how long I was unconscious, but when I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. My head was pounding, and my body ached all over. I couldn't remember what had happened, but I knew it had been bad.

I turned to look at the calendar beside me, and that was when I noticed I had been out for 5 days. As I tried to recall what had happened to me, a beautiful lady in her late 40s walked in. "O my God," she gasped, and she immediately ran out of the room.

The doctor came in with her and rushed over to me to check on me. "She's stable now," he said while the beautiful lady kept crying. I still couldn't understand what was going on until the woman hugged me so tight.

"Debra, my little baby, I'm glad you're finally awake." I was shocked because my name wasn't Debra, and I couldn't push her away because she seemed like she was so happy to see me, like I had gone missing before.

The doctor brought a mirror and handed it over to me. I felt a sense of dread. I knew something was wrong. "During the accident, Debra, you were the only survivor with a destroyed face, and thank goodness your car was recognised," he said.

"I'm sorry your driver didn't make it either," he continued, and that was when everything came flushing back. I remembered the accident, and when I raised up the mirror to look at my face, I screamed.