The moment I saw Veronica on stage, I knew I wanted to make her mine. My fake fiancée and my real lover. She’s drop-dead gorgeous, with an hourglass shape and an olive glow to her skin. Her tits look perfectly squeezable, as does her curvy ass. She’s exactly my type, but there’s also something so innocent about her that makes me want to corrupt her.
I knew I’d have to pay a premium because she’s a virgin. But that makes her worth even more. I can’t wait to pop her sweet little cherry.
I loved watching the look of astonishment cross her innocent face as she heard what I wanted to do with her. She definitely makes the very best fake fiancée that money can buy.
I need to pay for the transaction, and while I’m at it, I call my father. Her green eyes follow me as I step out of the room, as if eagerly awaiting my return.
While this kind of “clinginess” right off the bat would annoy me in most chicks, with Veronica, it means I’ve got her right where I want her. I can do what I want with her— even marry her— and she won’t mind. In fact, I can tell she’ll like everything I’m going to do with her, and not just because of the money.
She wants me bad. Just thinking about it makes my cock rock hard. I can’t wait to deflower her—and fake marry her. And not just because it means inheriting my dad’s company and his billions of dollars. But because I want to hear her moaning, groaning, and begging me not to stop fucking her tight little virgin pussy for her very first time.
“Hello, Morris residence,” says a familiar voice when I call my dad’s number.
“Hi Cora,” I tell his caretaker. “It’s Isaac. How are you?”
“I’m doing just fine, Isaac. How about yourself.”
“I’m doing great, now,” I tell her.
I can hear my dad in the background, saying, “Ask him if he’s married yet.”
“Shhh,” she hushes him. “You should be happy your son is calling you, not on his back all the time.”
I chuckle. Good old Cora. Keeping my dad in check. She’s the only person that he lets talk to him like that. Probably because she’s even older than he is and has a lot of experience taking care of crochety old men.
“I’m sorry him,” she tells me. “Just ignore him.”
“It’s okay, Cora. In fact, the reason I’m calling is to announce something very special.”
“Oh my,” she says, and I can picture her fake fanning herself. “Does it have to do with his demand that you get married?”
“It sure does,” I tell her.
“Well, he’ll be so happy to hear that. Let me put him on.”
“What?” my dad tries to shout into the phone, as soon as it’s in his hands. But his voice is feeble. “What do you want?”
“Dad, I wanted to tell you I’m engaged,” I say, as I hand my credit card over to the transactions desk, making it official. “Your wish has come true.”
“Well, it’s about time,” my dad says. “But I need to meet this woman. Jessica? Jennifer? How do I know she’s even real and that you’re not just doing this for my money?”
“It’s Veronica, Dad,” I tell him, hoping that he’ll just mix all the names together again, like he always does.
“Veronica, huh?” he asks. “You got a new one already?”
“And I can’t wait for you to meet her,” I jump in, hoping he’ll forget about how new she is. By tomorrow he’ll not even remember her name or what he originally thought it was. “Do you think you’ll be up for dinner in a few days?”
“I think I can manage to do that,” he says.
He maintains his rough, grumpy demeanor but I’m certain I can somehow hear a smile peeking through.
“Okay, Dad,” I tell him, happy if he’s happy.
For a moment, I feel a pang of guilt about lying to him like this. But if it can make an old man happy by fulfilling his dying wish— and get me the inheritance that’s rightfully mine, in the meantime— then I don’t see the harm. And Veronica is being more than justly compensated for her role in all of this.
“Isaac?” Cora says, back on the line.
“Yes?” I ask her, as if she’s my second mom.
She has a way of sounding authoritative and caring.
“You’re not doing this just for your dad, are you?” she asks, cautiously.
“Of course he is,” I can hear my dad saying in the background. “But that’s fine by me. As long as he does it. Once he’s married, he’ll see the importance of settling down and getting serious…”
“No, Cora,” I reassure her, lying through my teeth and feeling bad about it because Cora is such a considerate soul. But now that I’ve started the lie, I have to keep it going. “I’m doing it because I’m in love.”
“I’m so happy to hear that,” she says. “Because it would be a mistake to marry someone you don’t love, just to please your father, who really is impossible to please anyway.”
“Good point, Cora,” I tell her, mainly to hurry her off the phone. My half-erect cock is reminding me that I have important business to attend to. The business of popping a certain very juicy cherry.
“So, I’m so glad to hear that you love her,” she drones on.
“I sure do, Cora,” I tell her. “I need to hurry along now, but thanks for taking care of my dad, as always.”
“Anytime,” she says. “You know that’s my job. But I also can’t help but take care of you. You have fun now, with this fiancé of yours that you love.”
That I love to think about fucking for her first time ever, I tell myself, to make my lie a little more palatable. That part, at least, is true. I can’t wait to fuck the living daylights out of Veronica. And I’m about to do that right now. This club has rooms provided for clients to use in order to… fulfill their bids… and I’m about to make good use of them.
As I head back into the main room to collect my prize— my fake fiancé, my new lover— I have to stop dead in my tracks. I can’t believe how stunningly beautiful she is. I can’t believe she’s mine. At least, she’s my very fake fiancée and my very real virgin—although neither one is going to last very long once I get my hands on her.
I approach her, feeling uncharacteristically nervous, and only does the thought strike me. I just hope she doesn’t get her hands on my heart. That would make this entire charade all too very real.