Troy sits off to the side as his guests enjoy the party, and the pricy booze he's providing them for the evening. The place is packed and, for once the usually stoic man has a smile on his face as a couple girls vie for his attention. He's sorely tempted to take them both back to his room and use them until he's bored, but the sight of a familiar face walking through the door has him shooing the two women away. His friend sitting next to him takes notice, Jason has half a mind to crack a joke or two but thinks better of it when he sees how serious Troy's expression has gotten in that split second. It only takes a snap of Troy's fingers and him pointing to where the new arrivals have just walked in to have Troy's men making a beeline over and escorting over the man that owed him a considerable amount of money. "Gotta say I'm surprised you you have the nerve to even show your face around me" Troy said in greeting, his gaze cold as he regarded the pitiful man. "You got my fucking money?" He questioned, his gaze momentarily going to the young woman that seemed to be hovering close behind the man.

"Hang this up.” The man muttered, shrugging off his coat and tossing it towards the girl rather carelessly. It was clear that he was in one of his moods, this particular evening it was due to a deal going bad. He’d dealt with the issue, rather violently, but the frustration still lingered. Setting the rest of his things down on the table near the door, the man stalked his way towards his living room where he dropped onto the sofa with a loud sigh of irritation. He expected Brielle to come tip toeing into the room soon enough, likely wanting to know what was wrong or what she could do to fix it. Something the selfish man could appreciate, especially when he could use an outlet for his frustration at the moment. 

The man is in a foul mood, it’s no fault of Amelie’s but she’s his outlet of choice. Especially when its officers from her precinct that’s put the man in such a mood. Of course nothing’s been found to implicate him or his associates in any crimes, but the wasted time is enough to set him off. “So, anything interesting happen at work today?” He questions, eyes on the woman as soon as Amelie when she walks in, hardly giving her a chance to sit down and relax. It’s clear that it’s a loaded question, and perhaps he might not have been so angry with her if she had called to give him a heads up. 

Madison sat legs spread on the counter while Troy’s fingers pumped deep inside her, working her up to an orgasm he knew she desperately wanted. Watching her squirm as his fingers thrust inside her he almost didn’t notice how her hand moved to run alongside his neck. He let her pull him in close enough to kiss her but Troy resisted, staying just close enough that she could feel his breath on her lips, teasing her instead as his fingers curled against her g-spot. “Better not cum yet.” He whispered, grinning as he felt the signs of her orgasm getting closer. “Not until daddy tells you to.” 

He sat there, paddle in hand, listening to her reasons for why she had been late when he had explicitly told her when and where he wanted her when he arrived. None of her excuses swayed him, and the paddle remained held firmly in his grasp. “That doesn’t change the fact that you were twenty minutes late. So for that you’re getting 20, and then maybe I’ll consider it forgiven. Now strip and lay across my lap.” He ordered, expecting her to fall in line and do as she was told.