Chapter 8 Highest Bidder

• Meghan’s POV
• Sitting in the cellar sipping my Ciroc vodka and going through my phone, suddenly a message pops in and it's from Jim Black Hat the owner of Lusty strip, the popular stripper's nightclub in town, it read “He will be around tonight for a stripping prom ”. I giggled because finally, my plans of meeting Damian Graham will soon be a reality. I always have a way of getting what I want, having to offer Jim sex for him to spill when the famous Billionaire Damian will be around, is nothing compared to what I will achieve. I am a whore who goes with the highest bidder.
• I was pondering on how I will be able to enter the Vip lounge because only the lead dancer is been allowed inside, just then an idea crossed my mind and I took my cell phone and dialed Jim’s number, he picked up at first ring and I told him to switch my place with that of the lead dancer so I can have close access to Damian, he chuckled before responding “ Meg you know any offer comes with a price right” I said yes and he spoke in a conceited manner “fuck and ride my d***tonight. I'll make you the lead dancer for the VIP department” I smiled and agreed with the offer, but told him it would be an office quickie because I have plans of spending the night with Damien, he agreed with the plans and I thanked him before ending the call. I can't explain how happy I was finally, meeting the famous handsome billionaire is a plus in my life, not just that I am going to be his stripper, I couldn't believe my ears and I did a jumbo happy dance. Jim has been a great value to me without his connection I won't have come across the wealthy dudes in town, I am grateful to him even though he asks for s** In return, I don't mind. I don't need to secure a job or stress because a night with my clients gives me the luxury to maintain my expensive style of living.
• I moved to the courtyard while grabbing my Marlboro cigar, flint striker, and receptacle. Sitting and puffing out smoke helps me to calm my nerves and envision. I began to flashback to my high school days though I have always been wild and deviant, and always go for the most handsome and the affluent guys but Myra always has a way of getting the attention and being the center of admiration, with her naive and timid personality, I have always been curious about what's so unique about her, a poor orphan with no luxury item to her name, except for the fact that she's intelligent, has a golden voice and beautiful with a model-like body, her outfits were mostly worn out and shabby.
• I despise her with every fiber of my being and I always try to bully her at any slightest opportunity. I always want to see her miserable. It gladdens my heart. Reminiscing on our prom party, I have always had eyes on the school head boy the handsome and rich Marcus and I was expecting him to ask me to be his prom date, I was so excited that I emptied my piggy bank to buy a designers dinner gown and got a new hairstyle, unluckily he asked Myra out on a date in front of the whole school. I was shattered and that day I vowed to make her life a living hell, for taking what was rightfully mine. Though Myra didn't accept and turned down Marcus' proposal, this infuriated me and I hated her the more for being so courteous.
• “Call me evil” but Myra was my nightmare
• “ How can she be so perfect? ” I snuffed out the cigarette I was holding in anger and left the patio for the bedroom to get dressed for shopping. I need to look stunning tonight, and also to impress Damien, thoughts of him made me smile and I wondered if he would consider me worthy of being his mistress. From the information I gathered about him, I heard he's very cold and mean, and has the aura of a devil and he hardly smiles. Still, I was determined to get entangled with him, I can't afford to lose in the monetary aspect and also it was my chance to make Myra’s life a living hell.
• I got dressed in a Balmain designer crimson color tee and black shorts and a Valentino ankle-wrapped shoe with studded straps. I'm always obsessed with looking perfect. I came out of the house and locked the doors and got into my Porsche Cayenne car. It was a gift from one of the clients that were pleased with our intimate moment. I turned on the ignition, connected my phone to Spotify, and played starships by Nicki Minaj while driving to the mall. I parked the car and got out, I was about to lock the car when Jim’s call came requesting we change the venue for our appointment to a guest house “ughh okay I replied, and he chuckled before ending the call. The mall could be described in one word “amazing” everything was colorful and carefully organized, I moved to “Victoria's Secret store to buy some clothes, and I selected corsets and bustiers, teddies, sexy bras and thongs and asymmetrical cut-out mini gown and a red tube dress. I placed my outfits on the counter and the cashier packed and calculated the items I paid for them and left the store. I got into the car and decided to stop by and see Jim in the guest house for the d*** appointment.
• Getting to the guest house I noticed he was there already, lying naked on the bed and wanking his d*** I cracked up at the view, Jim has an uncontrollable desire for s** yet he doesn't know how to quench a woman’s sexual desire. He noticed my presence and beckoned for me to come in, I entered the room and started undressing while he scrutinized my body.