Pretty Devil

They stepped out of the bathtub, water still dripping from their bodies. Maddy's black mask remained firmly in place, hiding her identity as always. She picked up a towel and started drying herself, clearly preparing to leave.

"Wait," Reeves pleaded, his voice desperate as he stood half naked before her. "Can we do this often? Just you and I? I really enjoy your services... I need this."

Maddy paused and stared at him through the mask, her eyes narrowing slightly in confusion. "You know it goes beyond our policy. If you need me, you have to come to the club like everyone else. We can't be hooking up secretly outside of that."

He stepped closer, eyes filled with longing. "I'll pay any amount you want," he begged. "All I want is to be able to call you personally and have you come whenever I need you. Please, Mummy... just think about it."

Maddy tilted her head, studying him for a long moment, her expression unreadable under the mask, then shook her head slowly.

"No. That's not how this works," she said firmly. "I don't do personal calls or secret arrangements. If you want me, you come to the club like every other client."

Reeves looked desperate, his voice almost breaking. "Please... I'll pay whatever it takes. I need this. I need you."

She sighed, clearly annoyed, but after a pause she extended her hand. "Give me your phone."

He quickly handed it over. Maddy took it, typed in her private number, and saved the contact before tossing the phone back to him.

"Fine," she said coldly. "But this stays between us, my colleagues or boss shouldn't find out, And if you ever try anything stupid, I disappear."

She looked at him with sharp eyes. "Do I need to ask your name?"

"No!" he responded quickly, almost too fast. "Save my name with whatever you want."

Maddy smirked behind the mask and nodded. "Good choice, slave."

Maddy turned and began walking toward the door ,she grabbed her coat placing it above her body as she put on her heels she took off before stepping into the restroom.

"Wait... wouldn't you spend the night?" Reeves insisted, his voice almost pleading. "It's already so late."

She let out a light, amused chuckle. "I'm a stripper, baby. I'm used to the dark."

"But still... stay," he begged, stepping closer.

Maddy suddenly snapped, turning back to face him with sharp eyes behind the mask.

"Look," she said firmly, "we bargained for two hours. That's what you paid for. I need to get back to work before my boss notices I'm gone."

Maddy turned away without another word and walked out of the luxurious penthouse, leaving Reeves standing half-naked with only a white towel wrapped low around his waist. He watched her go, his body still buzzing with need, already craving more of her.

Maddy got out of the elevator, got into her car then drove straight back to the club. She was glad Vanessa, her closest friend at Velvet Eclipse, had been feeding her updates the entire time. Thanks to her, Maddy knew exactly what was happening back at the club.

She smiled to herself as she sped through the night streets. Vanessa hadn't sent any warning about the boss, which meant he wasn't around tonight. Perfect!

Maddy quickly sneaked into the club through the back entrance, glancing around to make sure no one important was watching. She slipped off the long coat she had thrown over her body, revealing the sexy black lace bodysuit underneath, and tossed the robe into her locker.

Her eyes scanned the dimly lit backstage area until she spotted Vanessa. A wide, excited smile spread across her face as she hurried over to her friend.

"Vanessa!" Maddy whispered excitedly, grabbing her arm and pulling her into a quieter corner. "Girl, you won't believe how the night went with that wealthy cl-

She suddenly stopped mid-sentence when she noticed Vanessa's face wasn't bright at all. Her friend looked tense and worried.

"What's wrong, Nes?" Maddy questioned in shock, her smile fading instantly.

Vanessa opened her mouth to speak, but before she could get a word out, Maddy felt a strong hand suddenly grab the back of her head from behind. With brutal force, the hand slammed her face hard against the cold tiled floor.

"Where the fuck did you go?" a deep, angry voice growled above her as pain shot through her head.

It was Markez - her boss.

Maddy's heart dropped. She slowly lifted her head and stared at Vanessa in shock, eyes wide with betrayal and confusion. Why didn't you tell me he was back? she thought desperately.

Vanessa looked away, clearly terrified and unable to speak.

Maddy knew Markez too well. He was brutal and quick-tempered, someone she had always tried hard not to provoke. She also knew he had a special hatred for her ever since she became the only stripper in the club who refused to sleep with him, despite all his influence and threats.

Markez yanked her up roughly by the arm, forcing her to stand. His grip was painful as he glared down at her.

"I asked you a question, Maddy," he snarled. "Where the hell were you?"

"I was-" Maddy began before Markez cut her off sharply.

"You were where?" he snapped, tightening his grip on her shoulders again, fingers digging in like he wanted to anchor her in place through pain alone. "You're always everywhere slacking."

Maddy's breath hitched but she didn't lower her gaze,the pain on her arm was unbearable. Maddy pushed him away hard, breaking his grip as she stepped back, breathing sharply.

"What the fuck did you just do?" he questioned in anger, his voice rising as his eyes darkened.