CHAPTER 4
Trent
She was gorgeous, definitely, but also oddly shy. The fact that she was cowering behind a potted plant was so funny as to be hilarious because the palm fronds did nothing to hide that curvy figure and the scandalized looks she cast the Billionaires Club.
Because that’s what we are. A group of filthy rich bastards who have everything at our fingertips. Money, cars, homes, and of course women throwing themselves at us non-stop. But a lot of us have debauched tastes, and as a result, we’ve banded together to form a top secret club that indulges in the taboo. Virgin auctions. A filthy wrestling club where men and women hit the mat, ending with cock in pussy and a climactic finish. Ladies decked out in high heels and an apron, bending over to serve us drinks at our private bar. All that and more.
But the pool is one of my favorite amenities because it provides a time to relax while also enjoying yourself. On the one hand, I get to sample the steamy waters of our ornate Moroccan-style spa with high-powered water jets. On the other hand, I’m surrounded by beautiful women, breasts bare and pussies wet, ready to do my every bidding. It’s a dream come true and an itch I’ve scratched more than a few times.
Because the best thing about the Billionaires Club is that it’s set up with our pleasure in mind. There are no promises. We don’t have to date or marry the women who serve us. Instead, they’re here to make money, and all the ladies are paid a pretty penny. Making a thousand a day is pretty typical around here, and after you add in the tips? A lot of these females walk away with six figures after one rotation, and they’re often dying to come back for more.
But we’re selective. We don’t just allow anybody into the club. Instead, our females are carefully screened and vetted. After all, you can’t be too careful when you have guys worth ten digits striding around. So we often do discreet try-outs, and today was one of those test runs.
A handful of promising women had been invited to a party at my manor. Although they weren’t aware of it, they’d been carefully screened beforehand on a number of different factors: beauty, health, intelligence, plus a thorough background check just in case. No need to invite serial killers to the gathering. That wasn’t up our alley.
So every woman here was actually being assessed, although some of them didn’t know it. They thought they were here for a regular party, albeit one that had gone off the rails in a number of different ways, from the over-the-top food and drink to the lavish surroundings, not to mention the men who were dominant and controlling, demanding the best.
But the brunette I’d spotted behind the potted plant was different what with her shy, doe-like eyes and obvious discomfort. But she knew the rules. The beautiful girl came towards me now with a drink balanced in one hand, walking slowly as she made her way along the pool’s edge. Ah shit. She was so gorgeous that my cock twitched under the water, taking in those luscious breasts and the way her hips swayed from side to side. Perfect. I love curvy women and this girl had more than enough to spare, what with that giant ass and huge tits.
But she couldn’t read my thoughts, and carefully, the female approached, gracefully coming to her knees so that she could hand me the drink.
“Your whiskey,” she murmured dulcetly, peeking at me from under thick brown lashes. God, this female was fucking beautiful what with those creamy cheeks and wild, curly brown hair. I longed to wrap a strand around my dick while feeling the soft slip and slide of her mouth.
“Thank you,” I rumbled, raising the glass to my lips and taking a sip. The burn in my throat was delicious. “Did you get something for yourself?”
Like a good girl, the woman remained motionless on her knees beside me while slowly shaking her head.
“Um no,” she murmured shyly. “I didn’t know I could.”
Good. The girl was well-bred, even if she’d gotten nothing but the briefest introduction to the Billionaires Club.
“If you’re thirsty, you may get yourself a drink,” I stated, taking in those flushed cheeks and the slight heave of her breasts. She was definitely aroused, what with those pebbled nipples under the thin fabric. Hell, I could almost smell tasty pussy in the air already. But it was important to take things slow because obviously, I had a new one on my hands.
The girl shook her head slightly again.
“No, I’m okay without a drink,” she said. “Thank you though.” She didn’t move, still kneeling by my side. Somehow, even though the brunette didn’t know the rules of the Billionaires Club, her natural instincts had taken over, making her a perfect fit.
I lifted a brow at her while taking another sip of my whiskey.
“Do you want to get in, sweetheart? The water’s warm and I think you’ll like it.”
Her cheeks flushed and the girl stammered a bit, lifting those caramel eyes to meet mine.
“I-I’m not sure,” she whispered. “I’m not sure what I’m doing here actually.”
Believe it or not, it wasn’t uncommon to hear confessions like this at the Billionaires Club. A lot of women want to come off as innocent and virginal, when inside, they’re actually dying to make a buck. But in this instance, I wasn’t so sure because the club doesn’t generally pay for test runs. Plus, there was something about this woman that called to me, genuine and sweet. She was probably truly unsure, and not just faking it.
So I leaned back, stretching long arms along the edge of the hot tub. Bubbles erupted from jets below, causing the water to froth and steam.
“What’s holding you up, sweetheart? You don’t like to party?”
She big her lip, flushing again before meeting my eyes.
“It’s not that,” she whispered. “I do like to party, I swear. I just didn’t think it’d be this kind of party.”
I eyed her gold bikini. The thing was so small that it barely covered her nipples. In fact, if I squinted, I could see the edge of her areola on one side, the pink slightly slipping from behind the material. Fuck, my mouth watered, dying for a taste as my cock jerked beneath the frothy waves.
But it was important to stay calm on the outside and not scare her off, so I kept my eyes on her face through sheer willpower.
“What kind of party did you think this was?” I ask casually, eyeing those luscious lips and big brown eyes. “Did you think it was a kid’s shindig?”
“No not that,” she protests immediately, still kneeling by my side, big breasts trembling slightly. “It’s just that we … my friend and I thought it was going to be a regular pool party. You know, the kind with inflatable swans and drinks with umbrellas in them.”
I nod although it’s hard to listen to her words given that her curvy body’s driving me insane.
“So if we had an inflatable swan, you’d be more into it?” I rumble, one black eyebrow cocked. “Would that do it? And I can definitely ask the bar to make you a rainbow drink with umbrellas, if that’s what you’re looking for.”
She blushes.
“No, you know what I mean,” is her breathless murmur. “I just thought there would be burgers and beer, maybe some splashing around and harmless fun. Because this is anything but that,” she murmurs, looking around the room.
I can’t agree with her more even though I don’t bother to survey the scene. Because the hoarse grunts and breathy cries around us have grown louder as more and more couples decide to take things to the next level, wet flesh slipping and sliding against one another. But still, it’d do no good to scare the sweet filly, so I smile once more, blue eyes fixed on her perfect features.
“Well, how about I get you an inflatable swan?” is my repeated offer, eyebrow raised. “Would that make you feel more at home?”
She giggles a little, another blush of pink spreading across her chest. Oh shit, she’s got the most delicious breasts I’ve ever seen on a woman, and my cock jerks again, desperate to get into her. Down boy, is my fierce mental command, thankful that she can’t see because of the churning waves. Don’t scare her away before this has even started.
Because I need this woman. I need to feel her, to lave those pretty nipples with my tongue while pinching her clit. I need to nudge her folds with the tip of my shaft before burying myself deep, and the urge is so strong that I’m a fucking monster sitting here in the spa making like everything’s okay.
But she doesn’t know, and the brunette’s eyes sparkle a bit.
“You have an inflatable swan?” she asks merrily, meeting my eyes fully for the first time. “Sure, if you have one, I’d love to see it.”
This is my cue.
“Get into the water sweetheart,” I gesture. “There’s no one in the hot tub but me and you, and I’ve got a swan for you. One with a long, thick neck, if you get what I mean. Once you’re in, I’ll show it to you.”
She sits back on her heels for a moment, eyes shocked and wide. But my girl’s a good one because then she bites her lip and nods slightly.
“Okay,” she says, gracefully getting up and revealing that curvy body to me once more. “But you promised about the swan,” she warns teasingly.
I can’t rip my eyes away from those Double Ds, much less the slit hovering so close to my mouth. She’s so close that I can almost smell her cunt, what with the tangy female folds and soft plump lips. But the girl has no idea and slowly, she steps in delicately, one little toe entering the warm water before her calf disappears under the waves, and then a thigh.
“Ohhh,” she moans breathlessly, settling onto the seat next to me. “You’re right, the water does feel good.”
But not so fast. There are rules at the Billionaires Club and I intend to enforce them.
“Sweetheart,” I say silkily, “you forgot something.”
She lifts big brown eyes to mine.
“I did?” she asks, looking around. Her stilettos have been discarded by the edge of the pool, as well as my fluffy white towel. “What did I forget?”
I grin.
“Not forget exactly,” is my slow drawl. “But you didn’t take off your top.”
She blushes again then, her hands instinctively rising to cover those big Double Ds. What a shame to hide them from view. They’re gorgeous and perfect ovoids, the creamy white tempting me from about three feet away. I can’t wait to suck them once they’re out in the open.
“What?” she murmurs breathily. “What do you mean?”
I laugh then, the sound more like a bark.
“Sweetheart, it’s the rules. Females don’t wear tops at the Billionaires Club,” I say casually. “Haven’t you noticed? Look around you and you’ll see.”
But she doesn’t look because she knows it’s true. All the women at the pool are topless, luscious breasts swinging this way and that, glistening under the low lights. It’s the way we like it, and I’m not about to let her get away with flaunting the rules.
The brunette bites her lip again.
“Okay,” she says a little nervously. “I guess I can do that.”
My cock twitches again with satisfaction and anticipation. Holy fuck, I can’t wait. She’s gorgeous and innocent, and I can already see so much despite the gold fabric. What’s it going to be like once she lets them out for real?
Fortunately, the show is even better than I expected because in the next moment, one small hand is creeping up to the ties behind her neck, and in the next instant, the gold material is slithering off her curves, revealing everything to my eyes.
Oh shit. Shit shit shit. She’s absolutely ravishing and I can’t tear my eyes from the most perfect pair of tits I’ve ever seen. Creamy and full, the giant mounds tremble slightly in the air between us with hard cherry tips, begging to be sucked.
“Fuck me,” is my low, strangled groan. “Goddamn you’re beautiful.”
She blushes a little, the red running to cover her breasts, tinting them a light rose.
“Do you think so?” she whispers lightly. “My boyfriend didn’t think I was very attractive,” she admits, looking down as if ashamed. “He was always saying I had too much, and that I should try and slim down.”
I can’t tear my eyes away from these perfect tits, but I force myself to meet her eyes, seizing her gaze with my own.
“That asshole’s a fucking idiot,” is my growl. “He has no idea what he’s missing. Seriously honey, I’ll show you.”
And with that, one big hand reaches out slowly of its own volition. Oh shit. This is like watching a movie in slow mo, and I half expect her to recoil with fear. But instead, my princess is absolutely still as I trail one big finger around an areola, lightly grazing the pink. She lets out a shuddering breath then, eyes meeting mine wide and aroused.
“You like that?”
She nods wordlessly, almost unable to breathe, and I go with it. Slowly, I bend my head until I’m sucking at a big tit, loving the flesh. She’s tasty and responsive, the bead hardening even more between my lips.
“Oh!” she gasps, head tilting back as her eyes slide shut, those soft hands running to tangle through my hair. “Oh, that feels good.”
“What’s coming is going to feel even better,” is my low growl against her soft flesh. “Because fuck baby, you taste amazing.”
And with that, I go full force at her breasts, suckling one nipple, then the other before lapping at the hard pink with my tongue. There’s so much that I cram as much as possible into my mouth, adoring the creamy white.
But my girl’s a dirty one because she mewls helplessly, stroking through my hair with her hands before cupping my jaw breathlessly.
“Let me help you,” she whimpers, and as I watch in amazement, the girl cups one full boob with her hands and lifts it to her chin. And then she’s suckling her own tit, her lips playing with the nipple before lapping at it with smooth strokes and latching on.
My cock literally spurts in the water then because this is better than I could have imagined. The thing about big girls is that their tits are huge enough so that they can suck them themselves, and the brunette was going at it full force. She lapped her right nipple before looking up to glance at me teasingly, and then bent her mouth and licked her left nipple, squeezing both mounds of heavenly flesh.
“Join me?” was her soft coo. “Have a taste, big guy?”
And with that, the two of us were on it. As the brunette held her breasts upwards, we took turns licking, sucking and biting the soft flesh, enjoying the hard candy that tipped them. I rolled the right one around in my mouth as she lapped at the left one, moaning softly in her throat all the while. And I was no better. Beneath the surface of the water, I had one hand on the root of my cock, slowly stroking up and down that thick, veiny length.
“Fuck,” I breathed, lifting my head for a moment to meet her eyes. “I’m gonna come sweetheart. This is too much, you’re too fucking beautiful.”
She smiled sweetly while rolling her nips between small fingers.
“Show me,” was that soft whisper. “Show me that swan’s neck, big guy.”
And like a monster rising from the sea, I lifted my hips slightly, the huge pole breaching the water inch by inch. It was glorious appearing from the waves, that muscular deep pink club revealing itself, glistening and wet. But there could be no mistaking what was about to happen because as it breached the air, a bead of pre-cum pearled at the top before slipping down the shaft.
“Oh fuck,” I grunted. “Oh fuck fuck fuck.”
She smiled again before leaning forwards to lap at the tip and putting her mouth around the glans.
“Let go now,” the brunette panted. “Let me taste you.”
And with that, I spurted. It was too soon, too early, too everything, but I couldn’t help it. Because I was the one who was supposed to be teaching her a lesson, but instead, she had me in the palm of her hand. At her command, I spurted like a motherfucker, hot white jets of semen shooting into the air in a perfect arc. But the beautiful girl was on it. She caught some of them in her mouth, swallowing hungrily, before dipping her head down and pushing her tongue right against my hole so that the jism bubbled against that softness.
“Umm,” was her murmur. “This is better than any milkshake.”
And with that, I knew it was all over because I had to have this girl for the Billionaires Club. After all, we’d started at the pool … but there was so much more to teach.