Sparks in the Penthouse: Electrician and Escort Unleashed
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Chapter 1: Midnight Surge 🔥
Alex slammed the van door, the humid night air thick with exhaust and distant thunder. Thirty-five, built like a brick shithouse from years hauling wire and wrestling panels, tattoos snaking up his thick forearms. Electrician by trade, boss of his own crew now, fixing the messes the city chewed up. This call? Some ritzy penthouse in the high-rise district, lights flickering like a bad porno tease during a storm.
He buzzed the intercom, voice gravelly. “Alex Electric, ma’am. You the one wrestling a blackout?”
The door clicked open to a voice like smoked honey. “Get up here, stud. Fourth floor, all the way left. Door’s unlocked—don’t keep me waiting.”
Lila paced her sleek loft, blonde waves tumbling wild over porcelain skin, curves poured into a silk robe that barely hit mid-thigh. Twenty-nine, queen of the underground scene—exotic dancer at Velvet Abyss, the fetish den where suits paid top dollar for her to twist and grind before dragging her to private suites for the real filth. Power out meant no fans blowing cool on her sweat-slick skin after a long shift. She needed lights, now.
Alex stepped in, toolbox clanging, eyes locking on her like a short circuit. She lounged against the marble island, robe gaping just enough to flash the swell of heavy tits, nipples stiff from the chill. Smell of jasmine lotion hung heavy, mixing with the faint ozone from fried wires.
“Where’s the problem, sweetheart?” His gaze dragged down her legs, long and toned from pole work.
Lila smirked, hips swaying as she led him to the bedroom. “Whole place went dark mid-shower. Flickers like it’s teasing me. You man enough to fix it quick?”
He popped the panel, muscled arms flexing under his tank, sweat beading on his buzzed scalp. She watched, biting her lip, the hum of his tester buzzing low like foreplay. Minutes ticked, sparks popped once—then lights blazed steady.
“Done,” he grunted, straightening. But she was closer now, robe slipping off one shoulder, bare breast peeking.
“Hero deserves a tip.” Her fingers trailed his belt, breath hot on his neck. Taste of mint on her tongue as she leaned in. “Big one.”
Alex’s cock twitched hard. “Fuck the tip. You offering more?”
She dropped to knees on the plush rug, yanking his zipper. His meat sprang free, thick nine inches veined and heavy, balls hanging low. Lila’s mouth watered—salty pre-cum beading the slit. She engulfed him, throat relaxing from years of practice, gagging wetly as nose hit pubes. Slurps echoed, her hands cupping those fuzzy sacks, tugging.
“Jesus, you suck like a goddamn vacuum,” he groaned, fingers twisting her golden locks, fucking her face rough. Spit dripped down her chin, onto those perfect DDs spilling free now.
She popped off, gasping. “Taste good, sparky. Now wreck this pussy.”
He hauled her up, robe shredded away. Body flawless—narrow waist, ass like two ripe globes. Tossed her on the king bed, sheets cool silk against her fevered skin. He dove between thighs, tongue spearing her shaved slit, lapping the gush of tangy nectar. Clit throbbed under his assault, fingers plunging knuckle-deep, curling to grind that spot till she bucked, screaming.
“Fuck! Right there—oh shit, you’re making me squirt!” Hot jets soaked his beard, bed a puddle.
Alex reared up, slamming balls-deep in one thrust. Her walls clamped like a vise, velvet heat milking him. Pound after pound, bedframe banging walls, her nails raking his back bloody. “Take it, you dirty slut—feel that cock stretch you?”
“Harder! Ruin me!” she wailed, legs locked ’round his waist.
He flipped her, ass high, reamed her doggy—cheeks rippling with each slap. Then anal, lubed by her own cum, slow breach turning savage. She came again, ass clenching, his roar as he flooded her bowels with thick ropes.
They collapsed, breaths ragged, his cum leaking slow. “Name’s Lila,” she purred, tracing his ink. “You?”
“Alex. And that was the best service call ever.”
Chapter 2: Tangled Wires 💋
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Weeks blurred into a haze of sweat and screams. Alex crashed at her penthouse after shifts, his wiry tools scattered amid her stilettos. Flashback to that first dawn: her head on his chest, heart thumping wild as she confessed over room-service eggs, steam rising salty with bacon grease.
“I dance at Velvet Abyss. Pole work, body shots off my tits. But the real cash? Private gigs. Guys pay to fuck me senseless—VIP suites, hotel romps, whatever filthy kink.” Her blue eyes dared him to bolt.
Alex grinned, thumb circling her nipple lazy. “Hot as fuck. Knew you were pro-level. Does it turn you on, all those cocks?”
“Hell yeah. Variety’s spice. But none hit like yours, big boy.” She straddled him then, rode reverse cowgirl slow, grinding deep while spilling details—gangbangs for bachelor crews, strap-on dom play. His hips bucked up, matching rhythm, flipping her for a piledriver pound till she blacked out orgasming.
Nights turned ritual. He’d come home dusty from rewiring mansions, find her prepping for work in lingerie that cut into her flesh. One evening, scent of leather polish thick, she teased: “Wanna watch me practice?”
Pole gleamed in the living room corner. Lila mounted, body inverting, thighs splitting wide—pussy lips parting slick in the mirror’s glare. Alex stroked his bulge, mesmerized by the flex of her core. She dropped, crawled to him on all fours. “Fuck my throat while I grind.”
He obliged, skull-fucking till tears streamed her mascara, then bent her over the pole base. Double penetration new scene—his cock in ass, massive vibrating dildo buzzing her cunt. “Feel that, whore? Stuffed like the slut you are.”
“Yes! God, split me—cum in my shithole again!” Dual climaxes hit, her squirting arcs splashing his boots, muddling leather creak with wet slaps.
Mornings after her late shifts, he’d wake to her riding him sleepy, pussy sore from clients but greedy. “Tell me about last night,” he’d growl, pinching her clit.
“Two execs. One ass-fucked me while I blew the other. Swallowed both loads—tasted like power.” That’d spark round two, missionary tender turning feral, his seed painting her womb white.
Their bond wired tight. He expanded his biz, hiring sparks, but home was her dripping chaos.
Chapter 3: Shadows of Velvet Abyss
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Alex nursed a whiskey in the club’s dim throbs, bass pounding like a heartbeat on meth. Velvet Abyss reeked of sweat, cheap cologne, pussy musk—neon strobes slicing smoke. He’d slipped in unannounced, comp ticket from Lila burning pocket. Hood up, corner booth, anonymous.
Stage lights flared. “Bow down to Lilith—your queen of depravity!”
She emerged, not blonde Lila but raven wig, crimson corset cinching 36DD-22-38 to lethal. Oiled skin gleamed, piercings glinting—nipples, hood, even tongue bar. Crowd howled as she writhed, pole spins blurring into splits, fingers plunging self onstage, juices flung like rain.
Alex’s cock strained pants. Her body, his playground, now public feast. No jealousy spike—primal pride swelled. She was art in filth.
Post-set, she prowled tables, ass swaying hypnotic. Laughed husky with a biker pack, grinding laps till bulges tented. Then—a suit, yanked to back rooms. Forty minutes. Emerged flushed, lipstick smeared, giggling as she pocketed bills.
Alex’s gut twisted faint, but heat overrode. Another john—tattooed brute—fifteen minutes, her moans audible through velvet curtains. Flashback new: earlier week, her post-client glow, confessing, “He fisted me, baby. Stretched so wide—came buckets.”
Alex jerked discreet under table, imagining. She scanned crowd—locked eyes? Nah, shadows hid him. He bolted before encore, cock aching.
Home, he waited naked, lubed plug stretching ass prepped from her toy play. Lila stumbled in at 4 AM, reeking john-scent. “Missed you,” she slurred, stripping.
“Spy on you tonight. Fucking hottest show.” He pounced, eating creampied pussy—stranger’s load tangy on tongue. “Taste his cum, slut.”
She writhed. “You kinky fuck! Pound me now.”
Dawn blurred in sixty-nines, his tongue scooping remnants while she deepthroated, ball-sucking sloppy. He came down throat; she ground face to gush.
Chapter 4: Overloaded Circuits
Tension crackled months in. Lila’s shifts ramped—private parties, orgy bookings. Alex stewed silent, fucking fiercer to claim. One rooftop bar night, city lights twinkling below, wind whipping her mini-dress, she dropped bomb over cosmos biting tart.
“Gig tomorrow—bachelor bash. Ten guys. Full gangbang. You cool?” Blue eyes pierced.
Alex sipped bourbon fire. “Show me. Join. Make it ours.”
Her laugh husky. “Pervert. Hotel suite, yeah?”
New scene exploded. Suite pulsed EDM bass, coke lines on glass, air thick reefer haze. Lila center, naked glory amid suits stripping frantic. Alex blended groomsman, masked subtle.
She orchestrated: “Line up, cocks out. Worship this body.”
Ten shafts varied—thick, curved, monsters. She sucked chains, tits mauled, fingers everywhere. Alex watched, stroking, then tagged in—anon throat-fuck while another railed her pussy raw.
“Who’s this brute?” groom grunted, her ass-cheeks spread for DP.
“Surprise stud,” she gasped, as Alex sank into backdoor, twin cocks grinding thin walls. Slaps wet, grunts animal, her screams peaking multiple, squirt puddling carpet sticky.
Rotations wild—triple holes filled, bukkake finale glazing her face cum-mask. Alex saved last, flipping private to hotel balcony overlook. Rails cold on her tits, he rutted missionary exposed, city hum below. “Mine, slut—no matter cocks you take.”
“Always! Breed me!” Climax thunderous, his flood deep.
Post, showered sticky off, she curled. “That… insane. You handled.”
“Love your filthy soul.”
Chapter 5: Fused Hearts
Living fused now, penthouse theirs. Alex’s biz boomed; Lila cut shifts half, savoring home debauch. Flashback reordered: early days, she’d edged him with client panties, stained crotch sniffed as she pegged him prostate-milking.
Sunday brunch—pancakes gooey syrup dripping, coffee bitter steam— she leaned across, robe loose. “Year here, wire-whiz. What’s next? Crave more?”
Alex knelt, ring velvet-boxed glinting. “Marry me, cum-queen. Escort wife, all mine base.”
Tears mixed lust. “Fuck yes!” Tackled him to floor, syrup-slathered fuckfest—tits sticky, cock plunging chocolate-smeared slit. Scissors grind, 69 syrup-suck, ending ass-up creampie, ring slipping on cum-slick finger.
Nights endless: suspension bondage new, her hoisted chains clinking, vibrators buzzing dual holes as he whipped ass red welts, then mercy-fucked sobbing orgasms.
Family? His crew loved her fire; hers grumbled her trade but softened at his steel embrace.
Chapter 6: Eternal Current 🔥💋
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Honeymoon pre-planned: private island kink-resort. But home finale sealed. Velvet Abyss retirement show—her last, epic. Alex front row, claiming public kiss mid-set, crowd roaring.
Backstage orgy capped: her, him, two fave clients—quad fuck, cocks swapping holes, her directing crude. “DP my ass-pussy sandwich! Flood every gap!” Cum overflowed, bodies heap slick.
Dawn, tangled sheets crusty, whispers soft amid reek. “Forever wired, baby.”
“Shocked in love.” Kisses deep, promise electric.
Their current surged unbroken—raw, taboo, eternal bliss in filth’s embrace.
