The Stripper's Sugar Daddy

The venue was teeming with the crème de la crème of society, individuals adorned in shimmering gowns and expensive suits. The women, with their chins held high, paraded in exquisite dresses, each embellished with rare gemstones, jewelry crafted from the finest stones. They reveled in showcasing their affluence. Meanwhile, the gentlemen, engaged in conversations about business, boasted about their achievements, recounting tales of building empires upon empires.

From filthy rich businessmen to powerful politicians and renowned celebrities, they all gathered to witness the engagement of the formidable and one of the most sought-after bachelors in town, Fabian Luigi Romano, to the sole heiress of a multi-billion dollar company, Elvira McIntosh.

Every guest present was a person of significance, each clad in the most expensive attire and jewels, a testament to their belonging to the upper echelons of society. Their demeanor and attire spoke volumes.

They greeted and smiled at each other, but deep down, their minds were busy evaluating every individual present, comparing their dresses and jewelry. They scrutinized who wore the most expensive attire and the largest diamonds in their jewelry.

Fabian stood silently in a corner, hidden from the view of his guests. He observed the attendees of his engagement party with a detached air.

He held a glass of wine in one hand, while the other clutched a smoldering cigar. He took a sip, his gaze never leaving the guests. He knew almost all of them: colleagues, business associates, and friends from the highest stratum of society, the society he belonged to, a society that revolved around money and power.

"Sir, the party is about to start in 10 minutes," his secretary informed him. He had been following Fabian discreetly.

"Okay," Fabian replied listlessly. This engagement was purely a business transaction. Business with pleasure. He smirked, recalling what he and Vira had done a few hours ago in his condo. That woman was wild and experienced in bed. Not bad to be his future wife, at least he could enjoy her body while simultaneously acquiring the resources of their business. Well, he could also enjoy Vira's firm and rounded mounds.

He finished the remaining wine in his glass and nonchalantly handed it to his secretary, who stood silently by his side, like an obedient dog awaiting his master's command.

"Ms. McIntosh has arrived with her father, Mr. Romano, and she was looking for you," Markus informed him.

He nodded and puffed on the cigar twice.

"Let's go," he said, heading towards the crowd, where everyone was enjoying themselves. He was greeted by each person he passed. They congratulated him on his engagement, while others complimented his appearance.

He spotted his mother, Susana, smiling as she chatted with the guests. Her face radiated joy and happiness that her only son was finally getting married. Of all the people at this party, only his mother had a genuine smile plastered on her beautiful face. For Fabian, his mother was the only person he could trust with everything he had. She was the only one who believed in him when he had nothing to prove.

His mother beamed as he approached her. She looked regal and elegant in her peach floor-length dress, adorned with beads and crystals. Her pixie-cut hair was uncolored, revealing streaks of gray hair that added to her elegant and regal aura. A magnificent 4.82-carat blue sapphire surrounded by accompanying diamonds was the only jewelry that adorned her neck.

He smirked at the sight. He bet his mother was bombarded with questions about the elegant jewelry that made her look like a queen. He had given it to her as a birthday present for her 70th birthday.

"Hijo, Vira's been looking for you, where have you been? The party's about to start," Susana Castro cast a stern look at her son. She disapproved of his nonchalant attitude towards his fiancée. Fabian just shrugged his shoulders.

"I know, Ma," Fabian leaned down to kiss his mother, Susana. "You should be with her now. They'll be calling you both to the stage anytime now." There was a hint of disapproval in his mother's voice, but her expression remained soft and considerate. This was what he loved about his mother, she had a warm heart that was always evident. She was incredibly kind.

He looked around and spotted the woman he was looking for, Elvira McIntosh. She was wearing a red bodycon dress with a plunging neckline, revealing a generous amount of a very gorgeous pair of cleavage. She was a hot woman, any man would be lucky to have her in his bed. She looked slutty but classy, his kind of woman. He examined her appearance, she looked stunning in that dress.

He approached her, and surprise registered on her beautiful face when she saw him. But it was quickly replaced by an alluring gaze. A true seductress.

"Fabian!" she greeted him cheerfully. She should be happy, he had let her come to his condo so many times just this morning. He hadn't stopped until she was writhing in pleasure.

"Fabian, glad you're here now," said Arnold McIntosh, the founder and CEO of McIntosh Realty, his soon-to-be father-in-law.

"Good evening, sir. I'm sorry, I got an urgent call from one of my engineers," he lied. He extended his hand to the older businessman for a handshake, which he accepted.

The man was beaming, probably overjoyed that his daughter was going to marry the most eligible bachelor in the business world. Not to mention that Fabian Romano was a very handsome man with a thick wallet.

Arnold McIntosh owned one of the largest real-estate companies based primarily in the west. Widowed at the age of fifty, he spent most of his time with younger women. Rumors had it that he was filthy in bed, a dirty old man with dirty and kinky habits.

"Call me dad already, you and my dearest Vira are engaged, we can skip formality now. Besides, you'll be my son-in-law a few months from now," he chuckled.

Fabian gave a small smile before turning to Elvira, who was standing beside him. He took her hand and lifted it to his lips, kissing the back of her palm while maintaining eye contact.

"You look absolutely breathtaking, Elvira," he said, his voice laced with sensual desire.

Vira's face turned red. He smirked at her reaction; she looked like an inexperienced virgin, but he knew better. This woman was a beast in bed, a true sex goddess whose main purpose on earth was to give pleasure to men with a voracious appetite for that department, men like him.

"Thank you, Luigi. You look good yourself, too." She shyly smiled at him. What a deceitful little imp. One look at her, and people would see an angel.

Elvira bit her lower lip when she felt the familiar tingling sensation whenever Fabian touched her, she loved that feeling. She remembered what had happened that morning, and it sent a thousand sensations coursing through her body. She had been thoroughly fcked this morning, and she wanted more. She had to admit, Fabian was the best fck she had ever had, he was so good in bed that she couldn't get enough of him.

He pulled her closer to him and whispered seductively in her ear, his lips brushing against her earlobe, making her shiver with pure desire.

"We both know I look better when lying naked on the bed with legs spread wide, love."

Elvira bit her lip. How lucky could she get, being engaged to be married to one of the hottest billionaires in town? He was the total package, with his good looks, his undeniably strong physique, and the pleasure he could give in bed, not to mention how loaded he was. She was sure to be the most envied woman in the country today.

"Good evening lovely ladies and gentlemen..."

Everyone's attention was directed to the emcee talking at the center stage, a makeshift stage adorned with glittery gold designs, an elegant representation of the union of the two most powerful and successful companies, not just in the country but also abroad.

Elvira hooked an arm around his and pressed her body closer to him, her soft breasts pressing against the hard muscles of his arm, the breasts he had ravished just last night and this morning. Elvira McIntosh was an easy girl, but at least she was classy and smart. She must consider herself one lucky slut to be able to get the attention of Fabian Romano.

"...and now, let us call the very gorgeous couple. Mr. Fabian Romano and Ms. Elvira McIntosh!"

The crowd erupted in applause for the couple, who were smiling as they made their way to the stage.

"C'mon, we're being called on stage." Fabian held Vira's elbow and guided her up to the stage. She was smiling with pure joy and pride as she settled herself beside Fabian, both holding a glass of Champagne.

That night, Fabian Luigi Romano was destined to marry Elvira McIntosh. A union forged not by love, but by lust.

For him, she was the ideal woman he would choose to marry. Wealthy, insanely beautiful, and really knew how to use her mouth. It was a win-win situation for him, he had nothing to lose. He would be able to acquire the company and a good pssy to fck, too.

"Fabian, my man. Congratulations on your engagement!" Alfredo Zamora greeted Fabian as soon as they stepped off the stage. The two bumped fists.

Alfie and Fabian were college friends. Although they took different courses, they shared the same interest-women. Both were members of a sex club called the King's Club. It was an exclusive club where all the members came from elite families. There were no restrictions in that club-any of your deepest desires and kinkiest fantasies could come true.

Once you were a member of that club, you could have sex with anyone, as long as there was consent. Threesomes, orgies, man-to-man-whatever you desired, you could experience it in that club. You could be whoever you wanted to be there.

"Thanks, man. I thought you weren't going to make it tonight."

"Of course, I wouldn't miss this for the world. And thanks to this lovely lady for accompanying me here." Alfie pointed to Gigi, who stood beside him. "This is Sugar, my date for tonight. Sugar, this is my friend, Fabian Romano, and this is his fiancée, Elvira McIntosh."

Sugar was Gigi's stage name at the strip club. She never gave her real name to customers-for her own privacy.

Fabian's gaze lingered on the woman in front of him longer than it should have. For the first time in his thirty-six years on earth, he was looking at the most beautiful face he had ever seen. The word beautiful wasn't enough to describe her-she looked unearthly. Her deep, expressive eyes were adorned with thick lashes. Her lips weren't too thin or too full-just the perfect shape, begging to be devoured.

The woman wore a very revealing dress-a dark gray, glittery, high-slit halter dress that exposed her side boob and her entire back. The sheer fabric made her curves visible, with only nipple tape covering her peaks. Full and rounded-he was sure of that. Her hair was curled to the side, and her face was bare except for red lipstick, making her look like a true seductress.

"Hi, congratulations," she offered her hand to Vira, and the woman gladly took it-completely oblivious to the way her fiancé was staring at the woman in front of them. She gave Vira a wide smile without even glancing at him.

Gigi couldn't help but feel envious of the woman engaged to this wealthy businessman. What a lucky woman!

Fabian tilted his head slightly to get a better view of the woman's side boob. The see-through dress revealed how firm and round her breasts were, and he was certain her nipples were perky too.

"Thank you, you look so stunning, dear, and so young." Vira cast a knowing look at Alfie, as if she suspected something.

"C'mon, Vira. Don't give me that look. Sugar is already in her twenties, right, love?" Alfie grabbed Gigi by the waist, pulling her closer to his chest. His large hands rested on her small waist.

For the first time, Fabian felt a strong urge to pull the woman away from his friend. He didn't like the way Alfie possessively wrapped his arms around her. It irritated him. He hated it.

Damn!

This was raw and new. He had never felt jealous of his friend when it came to women. They had even shared Vira before-his friends had all had a taste of her, and he hadn't cared. But with this woman, even though he barely knew her, he felt the overwhelming urge to possess her. He wanted her to be his-only his.

She was smiling from ear to ear, listening to Vira and Alfie bickering, completely unaware that he was right there, gawking at how breathtaking she was.

She looked so inviting and ravishing in that sexy dress. He had never been so easily attracted to a woman. He had grown up surrounded by beautiful women who threw themselves at him, yet this woman... He knew women like her. He knew his friend too well-most of Alfie's dates were escorts, and this woman was probably one of them. He grimaced at the thought that Alfie had probably already had his way with her.

Are you fcking out of your mind? You don't even know this woman, idiot!*

He wanted to punch himself.

Gigi arched a perfectly shaped brow at Fabian. She had noticed him stealing glances at her, sometimes outright staring. She shook her head at his behavior.

He had just gotten engaged, yet here he was, unable to take his eyes off her.

Men really were something else. Even when they were engaged to be married, they still found time to lust after other women. She could tell from the way he lingered his gaze on her-he was thinking dirty thoughts. She knew men too well not to notice the fire and lust burning in his eyes.

Gigi bit her lip. She had never seen a man this handsome before. Sure, she had plenty of good-looking customers, but this man had a different kind of allure. He looked so dominant in his three-piece suit. Alfie had mentioned that they were business partners.

"Yes, I just turned twenty last month. Age doesn't really matter to me. Alfie and I get along so well," she replied with a smile.

She had made a point to learn English because of her job. July, the strip club owner, had told her she needed to speak English fluently since most of their patrons were wealthy. She wouldn't make good money if she couldn't speak the language. Luckily, her siblings had helped her learn.

"See? I told you. And she's the best." Alfie winked at Gigi. "And why am I the one being grilled here?" he added with a laugh. He cleared his throat and raised his wine flute filled with champagne. "Everyone," he called out, gaining the attention of the guests. "To the most adorable couple-Fabian and Vira. Congratulations!"

The guests raised their glasses in the air. Everyone was happy for the newly engaged couple.

For the rest of the party, Fabian stood beside Vira, but his attention was elsewhere-focused on the woman across the room. He had been keeping an eye on her, watching her every move, analyzing the way she spoke. He could easily tell what kind of woman she was.

No matter how expensive her dress was, she couldn't hide her true nature. She might be wearing a glamorous gown, but her demeanor gave her away. Women like her couldn't be trusted. They were the kind who would drain you dry until there was nothing left.

He despised women like that. They were leeches.

He had to admit, this woman's mouth was the best. The combination of sucking and licking drove him insane. Surely, many women had already tried pleasing him using their delicious mouths, but nothing beat this woman.

Another groan erupted when the woman's mouth swallowed him whole! His hardness was buried deep in her mouth, and he could feel the head of his manhood hitting the back of her throat. She bobbed her head up and down, her gagging sound and the vibrations of her mouth whenever she moaned sent thousands of electric waves through his entire body.

From deep-throating him, she would go licking and sucking off his balls while her hand played with his shaft. She was so good! The way her tongue flatly licked him while her eyes stayed on him brought him to the edge.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna c*m!" Fabian gripped the woman's hair and guided it to bob up and down his length with force. He was so near to his explosion that he could feel his balls tighten. His whole body was trembling with pleasure as she continued to please him, especially when he felt her throat close around his length.

Saliva was pooling out of her mouth as his length hit her throat. Fabian slammed his c*ck into her mouth and held her head for a moment to feel his head pushed past her throat, which made Fabian's eyes roll back into his head as a surge of pleasure hit his entire being.

The woman groaned, not in protest, but in a moan that said she was enjoying what he was doing to her.

He released her head and she continued her unfinished job. She was eating him faster now. Fabian couldn't do anything aside from moaning and groaning, the pleasure was too much, he just wanted to close his eyes and feel her delicious mouth.

"Fck! Swallow it all!" he commanded the woman, his balls constricted and his already engorged cck became even harder, if that was even possible.

Grabbing the woman's head, he slammed one last time and released a huge amount of load into her throat. He squirted all of his juices straight into her mouth, filling it with his load.

He caught his breath, still holding the woman's head, his manhood still inside her mouth.

He eyed the woman as droplets of his thick c*m slid out of her mouth, but her fingers were quick to save them and brought them back to her mouth. Fabian cursed as the woman closed her eyes and swallowed all of his juices, her eyes were closed and her face looked flustered. She was enjoying licking her fingers, still coated with his juices, and the corner of her mouth, savoring every drop of his essence.

But he's not done with her yet. He still had to feel those tight p*ssy, rammed it hard and fast, she wouldn't be able to walk in the morning.

He was about to grab her arm and yanked her onto the couch, but for some reason he can't seem to grasp her, she's like a cloud of smoke. No matter what he did, he couldn't touch the woman, she was like air.

Fabian stood up in frustration, he was going to reach for the woman but suddenly her mocking laughter echoed through the room. Fabian halted and stared at the woman as she laughed at him.

"I thought you didn't like women like me? Why are you so desperate to get me into bed? Just your mouth, Fabian, but you're already acting like a crazy dog, aren't you?"

A witchy laugh echoed through the whole room as the image of the woman slowly turned into smoke and eventually disappeared into thin air.

Fabian gasped and jolted awake in his bed. His breathing was labored and beads of sweat were pooling from his forehead. He scanned the area and realized he was in his room, and all of it was just a dream. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the headboard, his heart still pounding.

Damn, that dream again!

He glared at his lower region in annoyance, his pajamas were wet and his manhood was still rock hard. He wanted to curse himself for dreaming that kind of dream, again. He had been dreaming about that woman whom Alfie brought to his engagement party. He was so drawn to that woman that he started to have wet dreams of her every single night.

The dream was so realistic that he thought somebody was really giving him a blow job. He shook his head and stood up to take a shower. He had been lacking in enthusiasm to go to the office for days. His body was craving for something that was being denied, telling him that it wouldn't function properly if not granted. He muttered a curse under his breath when he realized his manhood was still hard. He really needed a cold shower to calm this monster, it would be embarrassing to go to the office with a hard-on.

Just like the days prior, he was in a foul mood when he arrived at the office. He's so horny even Vira can't calm his c*ck down. He kept thinking about that woman, and the worst part was that he shouldn't be paying any attention to that kind of woman. That kind of woman is a leech, they never stop sucking you until you're dry.

Fabian went straight to his office as soon as he got out of the car. His employees greeted him but he never even glanced at them. They scurried back to their desks. Maybe they never expected him to arrive this early. Well, ten in the morning was technically not early.

He's been stressed lately, the headache is getting worse every day, not to mention the dreams that made his other head hard as a rock every night. The pent-up sexual frustration was taking a toll, making him more irritable than ever, he had already fired several employees for just a simple mistake.

Fabian immediately closed his eyes when he sat down in his swivel chair, massaging his temples and leaning back in the chair. He's not in the mood for anything today, not for work and not for anything physical. The only thing that kept running on his mind was the delicious dream he had last night. The moment he woke up and found out that it was just a dream, his whole body boiled with irritation.

"Sir, you have a meeting twenty minutes from now, the whole team of Engr. Villegas will be present in the meeting," Markus, his secretary enumerated all of his appointments for today, making his head throb more.

"Where's my coffee?" he asked his secretary.

"In a minute, sir,"

Fabian sighed and looked at the papers on the table. Maybe getting into work would help him get back to focus. Ever since he met that woman named Sugar, which he's not even sure if it was her real name, he can't take her out of his mind. She was too beautiful to ignore.

His secretary came in with a cup of coffee. He immediately took a sip to calm his nerves, he closed his eyes to savor the bittersweet taste of coffee on his tongue.

Markus was about to leave when Fabian called him back. Markus halted and turned to his boss; a little bit nervous. Even though he had been working here for a long time, he was still nervous when his boss was in a bad mood.

"Yes, sir?"

Fabian stared at his secretary for a moment, contemplating whether to ask him or not. He was sure his secretary would be surprised if he went ahead with the question. He asked anyway.

"You know where that club hype is located?" Fabian swallowed an imaginary lump in his throat, for a moment he regretted asking him but it's already too late to take it back.

Markus was speechless. He knew that club, it's a high-end strippers club. He had been there once and never went back because the drinks were so expensive. It's a billionaire's den.

"Ah-h, it's located across Masera St., sir. It's a 4-story building that operates only from 8 in the evening until dawn." Markus wondered if his boss was interested in going to that club. He had never seen him go to clubs like that. Fabian Romano had very high standards when it came to women.

Fabian just nodded in response to Markus. He mentally noted the street just in case. Fabian stood from his seat, he looked at his watch and decided to go to the conference room since it's already past eleven in the morning.

All throughout the meeting, Fabian's mind was wandering somewhere else. He was thinking about something else and had no intention of listening to the speaker in front of him. The presentation could go on and he could review it later.

He thought of going to that club and seeing that woman perform. According to Alfie, Sugar was quite popular in that club. Fabian grimaced when he thought about what Alfie had said, meaning he had already seen the woman dancing on stage. Maybe something had happened between them. Knowing his friend, he fucks anything with a slit.

Fabian sighed heavily. He tended to overthink lately, which usually led to boiling up his anger and irritation.

Sooner. He'll have to see her sooner, or else he's sure he'd end up in an asylum if not. He can't wait to see that woman again; he hates himself for feeling that way towards a woman like Sugar but he can't deny the huge attraction he had for the woman.