Chapter 4 – Maxim
“How’s the due diligence coming along?” Steve asks me now, but I shoot him a look that says I don’t want to fucking talk about it.
I had been lost in the thoughts whirling around my head. My dad has that effect on me, which is why I don’t often like to be around him these days even though I appreciate all he’s done for me in the past. Steve’s question jolts me out of my own little world, but I’m not happy that he asked it.
When he sees my narrowed eyes and pursed lips, Steve shirks back in his chair and mumbles, “We’ll talk about it at our morning meeting tomorrow.”
“Good idea,” I say, grateful for my excuse to leave. “I’ve got to head out.”
“You’re leaving already?” the bartender pouts, and my eyes shoot her daggers.
As usual, she doesn’t seem to notice that I don't enjoy her badgering me in between drinks— or when I'm trying to dart out.
“It’s Valentine’s Day,” she continues. “Any big plans?”
I shake my head.
Jenna has worked here for years and is friendly and competent at her job, but she’s a little too damn nosy and talkative. Sometimes I just want to be able to bolt out of this place without having to answer a million questions.
“No,” I tell her, resolutely.
“You’re not going to that awful club, are you?” my dad asks.
I shrug.
“Why don’t you take Jenna here out on a date?” Steve suggests, a sly smile spreading across his face.
I know he’s joking and he’s probably doing it to diffuse tension but I turn my glare away from my father and aim it at Steve now. He doesn’t need to be encouraging Jenna. She’s been infatuated with me for a long time and would probably cut out on work if she thought I would agree to Steve’s suggestion, even if it meant losing her job.
Lots of women want to fuck me. I’m rich but I also happen to be good-looking and well-hung. These women think they can show me a good time but they don’t know what sort of depraved things I’m into. No one does, although my father has some sort of a clue, and obviously disapproves.
“That’s a great idea that Steve has, Son,” he says now, nodding at Steve and then at me. He wouldn’t normally approve of me dating a bartender but he’d also do anything to get me out of going to the club.
“Very funny,” I tell them, pretending it’s all some big joke.
But I know that my dad’s patience with me is wearing thin. He wants me to act normal, settle down with a good girl, avoid going to The Exchange and be like every other middle aged man with a boring sex life and an apathetic relationship.
That’s not going to happen. I have to do a better job of acting like it’s going to happen, though, since Father Dearest still controls the wallet.
But not tonight.
Tonight, there’s a Valentine's Day auction at The Exchange. And there's going to be a new girl there. As one of the VIP members, I’ve heard rumors that she’s only going to be there for this one night: A Valentine’s Day special.
I know I’ll be the highest bidder, because I have the most money to spend and I intend to buy her. And then I intend to do everything and anything I want with her: to explore my deepest, darkest, most depraved desires with her, since I will have bought her for what will undoubtedly be a lot of serious cash.
I fucking hope she’s worth it.
My cock hardens a bit just thinking about it.
There are only so many girls who are into the kind of sex I appreciate. Only so many who can take it from me. Who are willing to let me do what I need to do to them.
Even some girls who accept money for sex aren’t able to take on the kind of challenge I present. They aren’t able to be vulnerable enough, to give their whole bodies— and minds— to me so that I can do what I please with them.
There's a small pool to choose from and I appreciate them all, without getting close to any of them— which is the whole point of everything.
I always like when someone new starts at the Exchange. It’s rare to find a girl willing to put up with my preferences, my needs and desires. But I hope this new girl is one of them. Because I’m certainly prepared to spend a fortune on her.
As I head towards the door I hear my dad clucking his tongue at me and I’m reminded of another reason this girl better be worth it.
He says, “We’re going to talk later, Son.”
And I know that my days of frequenting The Exchange may be numbered.
This new girl had better let me take her. And I don’t mean to dinner.
She better be willing to let me enter her long, wide, slow, fast, gentle, hard or however else I want to. And then she’d better let me stay there for as long as I want, until I’ve had my fill of her and released my most primal desires inside her.
I need her to let me do as I please with her, and be a very, very, very bad boy. Because after this I have to start being good so that I can keep my fortune.