Beyoncé and Nicki have a very special arrangement...
It's passionate but it's complicated and as their physical connection deepens, infatuation turns into obsession.
*Very explicit/ mature content*
Please don't read if you are under 18 and/or don't...
Disclaimer: Everything depicted in this story is 100% real. This is a legit and true account of real events.
"Ah Miss Maraj, Mrs. Carter is expecting you" the butler nodded escorting her into the elevator. Nicki smiled innocently making her way into the hall of the luxurious penthouse suite which occupied two entire floors. She made her way past reception, and through the imposing entrance hall.
Her face gave away nothing about the nature of her visit, dimples popping as she smiled, nodding at the many employees she passed. This was her first time in this hotel and she noticed how it had been personalised for Beyoncé. On a glass table sat a bouquet with a hotel stamped card beside it, thanking the Carters for choosing to stay at their hotel. Floor-to-ceiling glass windows bathed the interior spaces in natural light, and expensive artwork filled the walls. A child's toy sat on the floor, noticeably out of place with the furnishings, which forced Nicki to remember this woman was a mother. She was a mother who had a husband, still Nicki walked on.
Her heart raced as she approached the door leading to the hotel suite. As she got closer, she could feel the weight of her vulnerability pressing against her chest. But it was always like this - Nicki panicked then she settled then she panicked again. Yet, there was something undeniably exciting about the opportunity to serve such a renowned and powerful woman as Beyoncé. After their initial encounter some months ago, Beyoncé and Nicki had come to an arrangement.
She looked over at Julius who appeared to be wrapped up in a game of chess with another man. He was always there, silent and close by. Nicki had become used to seeing him. She knew her destination, observing the traditional brown double doors. They were large and imposing causing her to hesitate. She took a deep breath, preparing herself for what lay ahead. She knocked the door and waited for Beyoncé's command.
"Come in" came the response and she immediately got shivers. This was the voice she yearned for, the voice she waited for, the voice that had said more dirty things to her than any other voice.
Nicki did as told and felt her knees trembling beneath her. She immediately turned to lock the door after she entered. Looking up, her heart raced and she felt her entire body shudder. That was when she saw her, bronze skinned, beside a vanity.
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The two made eye contact and Nicki smiled before speaking. "Hi" she whispered, still deathly nervous each time she was in her presence. She could've been anywhere but these hotels were always awe inspiring. Behind the closed curtain was a balcony from which you could see the London Eye. The room was tastefully designed with a plush queen sized bed that echoed opulence.
Beyoncé just raised her head gesturing for Nicki to come closer. The room was large and dim, with only a lamp to offer lighting. Nicki did as told licking her lips with nervous anticipation. It had been months but each session somehow felt more intense than the last.
She found out Beyoncé wasn't fully clothed, her top half covered her her lower half in a thong. She could see her legs - a smooth golden brown with flexed muscles that supported her movements.
