Welcome to the IL side, that's East Boogie, or known to the non-locals as East St. Louis, Illinois. Alixandre Stone

"Fuck me good and fuck me hard!"

This was not love, this was not even for pleasure, this was business. He was Alixandre Stone, and it was his job to fuck some of the baddest women in the St. Louis metropolitan area. They came to him to learn the art of fucking. How to sex a man down and have him beg for more. He taught them the ways of the Kama Sutra, as he studied it like a bible.

All the positions, all the ways to please a man...or a woman. He taught them to urge an orgasm from a person the same way you teach a kid how to ride a bike.

Once they learned, they would never forget.

Fucking was an art that many people did not master without plenty of practice. Most people wanted to make love, have sex, or just get their rocks off. Fucking was a business for him, and it was raw, dirty, and no emotions involved. The bottom line was the dollar bill, not an orgasm.

In his business, an orgasm meant nothing if the man popped off after only ten minutes. The key was to get them to go all night and that required skill.

No, he was not a pimp, though many called him that. He was a certified "sex doctor" with a degree on the wall to back it up. He specialized in obstetrics, gynecology, and urology. He was fully capable of helping either sex, with their sexual problems, including erectile dysfunction, sexual appetite, low hormones, or problems having an orgasm.

People came to him when they wanted enhancements in their life and not just a little blue pill. They came to him when they wanted excitement, more than the mundane. Whether that was with their partner, or having a secret rendezvous with the plethora of women he provided, they always left a happy customer.

He trained his ladies to fuck as an art. The seduction started as soon as the door closed. Or better yet, the dollar accrued once the door closed, so his ladies' job was to keep the men entertained for as long as possible. No kissing was allowed because that was too intimate, and fucking was not about intimacy.

First, there was oral sex, and he taught his ladies how to make it better than actual penetrative intercourse. Deep throating, gagging on the dick, and prolonging the nut as long as possible.

Theatrics like splits, contorting into several positions and taking their bodies where most women would not, enhanced the man's pleasure. Missionary position was banned because that could be done with the wife at home. Give the man something different, exciting.

"Take the dick, bounce that ass on it, and don't make me nut yet. You want this cash, better work for it."

Angelique was one of his newer employees and she possessed all the credentials to be his biggest moneymaker, but she needed to know how to work it beyond the stripper pole. Big ballers came in and laid out stacks on his ladies every night, but the high-stakes money was made behind the scenes. And it was all legal.

If a gentleman wanted to have a little fun with a girl of his liking there was nothing wrong with spending some time with her. If he enjoyed his time with her, he gifted her. It was a give-give situation. A lot of women took advantage of generous boyfriends and husbands with gifts, money, cars, and rent paid, what was the difference?

He ran a legit business. It helped to have some of the East St. Louis Police Department on his side in case anyone wanted to move in on his business. He owned establishments on both sides of the river, but the Illinois side had more advantages. Strip clubs were not legal in St. Louis or its surrounding counties, but the east side had its fair share, and there was lots of competition.

"Damn Big Daddy, this dick is so good, I can ride it all night."

"You can get as many nuts as you want, just make sure the most important nut is your date. The more he enjoys it, the more gifts to you."

This was his first go-round with Angelique, and as pretty as she was in the face, she had a body stacked like a stallion that many of his friends enjoyed. Thicky-thick, ample breasts, ample ass, and a slim waist, so she was shaped like an hourglass. Deep brown skin covered her luscious body, with not a flaw on her skin. She would make the men go wild.

Angelique, "Cinna-Buns" age 22, new stripper at Sextacy

If she could handle dick right, she would make a killing.

Angelique was acrobatic, and that helped. She could do some moves he had never seen before and he had been around the block a few times. That shit was sexy, and when her body moved to the left and right, up and down, twirled around in his dick as if she was dancing, he knew he would erupt.

He held her by the waist to control the thunder about to explode. Skin to skin, up in her guts he erupted. No worries about contracting a disease, all his women were tested monthly, and all the men were examined and tested on a regular. All women took a birth control shot and men wore condoms for added safety.

He lay back in the bed after he finished and grabbed his glass of wine, and took a long sip.

"Did I do good, baby?" she asked, trying to kiss him, but he moved away.

"Yeah baby girl, keep doing that shit. You will create your destiny."

He showered, dressed, and headed out of the private room.

Inside his favorite spot on earth, Sextacy, which was more than a strip club, it was a Disney Wonderland for men and women. A playground for your wildest fantasy. Women of all ages, races, and backgrounds. They did not discriminate at Sextacy, they had every flavor for every player, even male strippers, for women or men to enjoy.

It was ladies' night tonight, which meant the male performers were on tonight and the place was packed with horny women. Again, the women who frequented his establishments came from all backgrounds. Mostly bachelorette parties that wanted a crazy night or a group of friends looking for some hunky entertainment, or even a few lone wolves, who were regulars and were addicted to dicks flinging in their faces.

Just like his women, his men were some of the best of the best. Men were not the only ones who showered dollars on half-naked gyrating hips. Women liked to pay for a fantasy. Maybe they were not getting enough attention at home. Maybe they needed to get away from work, children, or a mundane life. Or maybe they just wanted some dick.

Women paid for sex as well.

"The place is packed tonight." He made his way behind the bar where three bare-chested men served drinks to women with eyes glued on them.

"Hey Boss, we need more ladies' nights," his senior bartender Sergio said while mixing drinks in a canister.

There were only two nights out of the week reserved for ladies' night, Wednesday and Friday, the rest of the four days of operation were strictly for the fellas because they paid top dollar. On ladies' night, he only used men bartenders, and servers, on the other nights, sexy women served the fellas.

"I pay you well at Stone's Bar, don't I?"

"Yes, but a few nights here on ladies' night would double that."

Maybe true, but he perfected his plan after many years, there was no need to change. Stone's Bar was his dance club on the Missouri side, and though there could not be strippers on a stage, he had plenty of sexy women around to entice men to drink up and party hard.

"Hiiii Lix!" one of his regulars slurred out his name with a giggle. He gave her his sexiest smile and leaned over the bar to speak to her.

"Hey, baby girl, what are you doing here tonight?"

"Thought I might run into your sexy ass."

"I'm always working, baby."

"After hours too? You know I could be down with why they call you Lix."

He grinned, knowing her flirtation was innocent and she would never actually act on it.

"Where's your husband tonight?"

"Home, with the grandchildren I'm sure." She took a sip of her bright blue drink. "I have time. I know what you do in those special rooms back there."

"Anytime, anywhere, but not tonight." He picked up her hand and kissed it. "Maybe next time."

She giggled and a blush rushed over her pale cheeks. Not a bad-looking woman, even at sixty-five, but he was not interested in bedding her. Women threw themselves at him daily, not because he was a nice-looking man. Nor that he was rich. Women wanted to fuck him, plain and simple, because of the things he knew about satisfying a woman.

But every woman did not tempt him, so though flattered it was not hard to pass many of them up.

After he checked on everything and his staff was good, he decided to call it a night. Sextacy would keep going till the wee hours of the morning, and though he was the boss, there was no need for him to micro-manage his employees.

Sliding into his white Porshe and blasting his favorite rapper Tupac All Eyes on Me, he left grimy East Boogie and headed home to the quiet and charming City of O'Fallon in Illinois. Quite a difference from East St. Louis, but once he made money, he deserved to live a high life.

As soon as he stepped into his house, he made his way to the love of his life, his wife.

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