CHAPTER 6
Trent
I wait expectantly in the cabana. The last week’s been hell because I haven’t seen the beautiful Kelsey. That’s right. I know her name although we never formally introduced ourselves because it’s all part of what the Billionaires Club does. We have staff that conducts thorough background checks, so before she even stepped onto our premises, we already had a dossier on the beautiful girl.
And there isn’t much to know, frankly. Kelsey’s a teen girl, innocent and sweet, with nary a mean bone in her body. Of course, she and her friend Amber are sassy and feisty, but that’s the beauty of being young. Even though they don’t know much, they’re bursting with confidence and ready to take on the world.
But it’s confidence mixed with reserve in my girl’s case, and that’s what I love about the brunette. She’s got a feisty edge, but also a side that knows exactly when to fold. And in my presence, the female was absolutely giving. Kelsey knew her master by instinct, her will soft and accommodating when faced with a hard, masculine character.
So I waited in the cabana impatiently. Where was she? It’s been a fuckin’ long week, but the advance team assured me that the wait was necessary. The needed to do additional checks, as well as some other random testing. It was annoying as hell, but supposedly, this had to be by the book. Every rule had to be followed, every process and procedure, to make sure that everything went down okay.
Because frankly, we’re billionaires and there’s too much at stake to throw away on a one-night transaction. In the wrong hands, things can get hairy, and it’s better to take precautions before anything’s happened. There’s no sense in waiting for a crisis to develop and then jumping into action. So yeah, I waited, but not with any semblance of grace. It was pure hell knowing that I’d given my card to Kelsey, only to be stuck here now like a toad on a log.
But finally, we were going to meet again. The second round was coming, and I’d been looking forward to it all week. So I leaned back on the lounger, trying to get comfortable. We were back in the pool area again, but today, it was quiet. There was no one here except for a few serving girls, moving around silently in the background as they carried out their jobs. Of course, the women had bare breasts and were absolutely beautiful with glowing skin and demure gazes. But I didn’t see them, my eyes merely skating over their forms as I fantasized of my beautiful brunette Kelsey.
And more through sheer sense than any noise, suddenly she was here. My chin jerked up and sure enough, the girl had arrived, dressed in nothing but tiny pink bikini bottoms that covered her sweetest spot. Her breasts swung freely, heaving ever so slightly in my presence.
“Hello,” I rumbled as she dropped to her knees beside my lounger, eyes cast down. “It’s good to see you again.”
She nodded silently until I put a finger under her chin, tilting that sweet face to mine.
“How have you been, sweetheart?” was my languorous drawl. “I’ve missed you.”
Her breath hitched upon hearing the words.
“I’ve been good,” she mewled. “And it’s good to see you again as well, sir.”
A grin flashed across my face. They taught these girls well, what with the “sirs” and “misters.” But the form of address didn’t bother me so much because I like my females to be comfortable. I’m not like some of my sadistic brothers who want their women trembling with fear as well as anticipation.
So I flashed her another grin and patted the lounger next to me.
“I see you’re back,” I said, watching ravenously as she unfolded that curvy form to sit on the beach chair, the white flesh so creamy and tempting. “What caused you to come back?”
She flushed, stealing a look my way.
“Well, I had a good time last time, and thought I’d see what else there was.”
My grin turned into a knowing smile.
“So you had a good time, hmm?” was my lazy drawl. “Glad to hear because I’ve been looking forward to seeing you again.”
She smiled tremulously.
“Yes sir,” she said in a low voice. “Or should I call you Master?”
I let out a short bark.
“Naw, none of that shit for me, honey. Some of the other guys around here love the bowing and scraping, but it’s not for me. Instead, I prefer to view us as equals. Is that alright with you?”
Her cheeks colored because I could tell that this wasn’t what they’d taught them in training. They’d probably told the girls that they had to be absolutely obedient, even subservient in their positions. But I’m a modern guy, and that’s not what rocks my boat. I like my girls feisty and sassy, and I knew Kelsey had it in her, even if right now, she was on the docile side.
But sure enough, a sparkle entered those brown eyes and she beamed back at me, that plush pout curving into a sweet smile.
“Well, can I call you Trent then, instead of sir or master? Or is that too familiar?” she asked saucily.
My cock twitched as I looked into those brown eyes, but she didn’t back down, merely teasing me. As I watched, her tongue flickered out to stroke along her bottom lip, and fuck me but my cock jerked again, wondering what it’d be like to be buried in her mouth. Or her pussy. Or her ass. Any of those three places would be good.
So I growled, eyes suddenly hot.
“You can call me Trent,” was my low growl. “And I’ll call you Kelsey.”
But the brunette wasn’t intimidated at all. Instead, she sat back on the lounger, those white curves on display and glanced over at me again, still with that devilish gleam to her eyes.
“Oh good,” she said saucily. “Because that’s my name, so go ahead and use it.”
Holy fucking shit. This girl was playful, sweet, and yet also spicy with a dash of Tabasco. Exactly the way I liked it. My blue gaze swept over her near-nude form, desperate to get inside, but it was her personality that had me entranced. I had to find out more about this enticing nymph.
“So we’re here for round two,” I said, my voice deep and growly. “Do you know what’s supposed to happen today?”
She stretched, her arms over her head, which caused those big boobs to lift and rise, making my mouth water.
“Yeah, they said,” she stated casually. “You’re going to train me today in what a pool girl does, and if I do a good job, I might be offered a permanent position at the Billionaires Club.”
I nodded, unable to tear my eyes away from her curves.
“And do you know what a pool girl does?” was my preternaturally calm voice.
Her forehead creased for a moment but then Kelsey threw me a dazzling smile.
“I do,” she stated. “I used to be a porter at the local country club, so you could say that I’m prepared. I get towels for guests, serve them drinks, and also get them whatever they might need, be it a burger from the grill, some sunblock or even aspirin. The sun can get hot, you know, and a lot of people get sunstroke.”
I nodded.
“But the Billionaires Club is indoors,” I rumbled smoothly. “So what do you think you could fetch here?”
She stretched again, those boobies bobbling up before settling down once more. Oh shit, her nipples were hard and I desperately wanted to take one between my teeth, shaking it like a playful puppy. But right now, it was time for training, so I forced myself to stare at the loveliness that was her face.
“I’m not sure,” Kelsey said reflectively. “Maybe some pool toys? Or drinks are always good,” she said reflectively before smiling sunnily my way. “Maybe some cocktails to loosen up?”
I had to grin back.
“Alcohol is definitely in massive supply around the Billionaires Club,” I said dryly. “We have two cellars filled with enough to keep everyone here lubricated for years. But what else?” I asked, catching her gaze with my own. “What can you provide as a pool girl?”
And with that, her gaze grew reflective.
“I know what you’re asking,” she said softly. “And the answer’s yes.”
My cock jerked.
“What am I asking?” was my low growl. “What can you provide that other women can’t?”
She flushed.
“Well, I guess than can as well, I’m just saying that I’d be willing to … you know,” she said, suddenly shy. Her voice trailed off as my brow raised.
“Willing to what?”
She bit her lip, suddenly embarrassed.
“Well, I’d be willing to … you know … have fun with you in the water, if that’s what you want,” she said, her voice lowering to a whisper. “I guess I’m just a little unsure because there haven’t been many guys into that before,” she confessed, cheeks scarlet now. “Most guys aren’t interested when it comes to that kind of thing with me.”
Now, I was astonished. How could any man turn down Kelsey? She was Aphrodite on a clam shell, what with that porcelain skin and wavy brown hair. Not only that, but the woman was perfectly proportioned with luscious breasts and wide hips that beckoned me even now.
“What are you talking about?” I growled, suddenly dead serious. “Has someone hurt you before?”
She took a deep breath, collecting her thoughts before answering.
“No, not in the way you’re thinking,” was her slow reply. “It’s just that you’re kind of the only one who was really into it,” she said, unable to look at me. “There have been other men, but they always wanted to do it in pitch darkness, or with our clothes on. They said I was big,” she confided, her voice practically inaudible now. “Too big to make them happy.”
I was thunderstruck, my mind spinning with disbelief. Because were these guys fucking crazy? What, did they want girls like looked like pencils with mosquito bites for breasts? Or even worse, girls who looked like underage boys with nary a curve? It’d be like getting in bed with a twig or a branch, afraid you were going to break her in half if you even so much as sneezed wrong.
But Kelsey could read my mind and she shook her head miserably.
“My last boyfriend said that he didn’t want to be seen with me,” she uttered in a miserable voice. “Sometimes, I’d have to go to the counter to order and then I’d just bring the burgers back to the car and we’d eat in the front seat. He didn’t want the other restaurant guests to know we were together.”
Holy hell. The revelation was so astonishing that I literally couldn’t speak for a moment. Because if I had Kelsey on my arm, I’d parade her to the finest restaurants so that everyone could envy me the beautiful girl. In fact, I’d shout it from the rooftops that this gorgeous brunette was mine.
But Kelsey’s gaze was fixed to her lounger as she swallowed heavily again, her expression a visage of pain.
“Yeah, my boyfriend Rick didn’t even want to celebrate our six month anniversary last week,” she said with a lump in her throat, turning glassy eyes my way. “He told me that he was sick, but it turns out he went to the shooting range with his buddies. And when I confronted him about it, he just laughed it off and said it was no big deal. After all, who else would want me?” she said in a wooden voice, staring at the mosaic floor with glassy eyes. “I’m as big as two girls put together, so I should thank my lucky stars to have him.”
That was too much for me, and I swept the curvy girl into my arms, pulling her onto my lap in one swift, smooth movement. It was true. Kelsey wasn’t small but I loved the feel of her heft in my thighs, that big butt bouncing against my crotch. In fact, I had half a mind to whip off her bikini bottoms right now and stroke her until she moaned to show her how much I appreciated her wet plumpness.
But that was avoiding the problem because this fucker Rick had done a number on her, and I needed to fix it in her head first before starting on her body.
“I hope you broke up to him,” was my possessive growl. “That asshole has no idea what he’s talking about.”
Her chin trembled as she looked up at me, eyes watery. Kelsey wiped at them futilely before sniffling again.
“Yeah, I broke up with him,” she said in a low voice, looking down again. “Because I figured now that I had a shot at the Billionaires Club with you, why would I want to put up with more of Rick?” she said in a wavery voice. “Maybe I can find something better here, instead of constantly getting hurt by someone who doesn’t want me.”
I nuzzled her soft neck, gently pressing a kiss to that delicate curve.
“You absolutely have something here with me,” I assured her. “And don’t even waste your time thinking about that loser. A man who doesn’t appreciate you doesn’t deserve you,” I growled, the heat rising within my chest. “He’s a fucker who deserves to be run over by a truck, and I have half a mind to do it myself.”
Kelsey sobbed a little before lifting grateful eyes to me. Her soft curves heaved just inches from my hands and it was pure torture not to touch and pet, if only to get her mind off this pain. But I’ve learned the hard way that there are no short cuts, and I wanted to address her concerns at their root instead of distracting her from the real issue.
“Thank you,” she said softly, chin wobbling. “I’m glad you’re on my side,” she added as an afterthought.
I grabbed her chin in one big hand, turning those caramel eyes my way.
“I’m absolutely on your side,” I confirmed. “But when you’re with me, you’re absolutely one hundred percent with me. There’s no other way.”
She hesitated, unsure. I could see confusion swirling in those eyes.
“I’m not sure what you mean?” she began. “Of course when I’m here, I’m with you. Where else would I be?”
And I saw this as an opportunity to talk with her about our arrangement.
“Sweetheart, I can see you don’t know much about us, and there’s a reason why. We’re secretive. We’re dudes worth ten figures, and we don’t want our business out there. So yeah, we have this place,” I said, gesturing to the lavish subterranean cave, with the huge Olympic-sized pool, the hot tub, the sauna, and countless other luxuries fit for a sultan. “But when you’re with me, you’re with me. There are no other men on your mind whatsoever, no matter what’s going on in your personal life.”
She stared at me, confusion still swirling in those depths.
“Of course,” said Kelsey tentatively. “But I thought that’s what I said? After all, I’ve dropped Rick and only want to be with you.”
But this was exactly the boundary I sought to establish.
“That’s right,” was my smooth voice. “But I’m not a boyfriend. I’m not a guy to take home to your parents and show off to your friends. You’ll have fun while you’re with me, and anything and everything will be at your disposal while you’re at the club. But that’s all. There’s no love, there’s no Bambi-eyes, and there’s definitely no happily ever after.”
The sharp words cut into the air like a razor and I almost regretted uttering them. But that’s the thing. You have to be upfront with young girls otherwise they get ideas. They think you’re a prince who’s going to carry them off on a white horse to live in a castle. But I’m not that. I’m an alpha male who adores women, yes, but also an animal who uses them. Plus, this is the point of the Billionaires Club. Hot fun with no strings, and I had to be crystal clear on that aspect.
But the teen girl’s reaction almost did me in because Kelsey inhaled sharply, as if she’d just taken a dagger to the heart, her eyes going glassy once more. But my girl swallowed heavily before squaring her shoulders and taking a deep breath. Then she looked up at me, those brown eyes brave and slightly shuttered.
“Of course,” she said in a calm voice, betraying no surprise. “I wouldn’t have expected otherwise. That’s what they told us at training too. This outfit exists purely for the sake of the males, and we, the serving girls, are here at their pleasure.”
Every word she said was true, but at the same time, the sentences sounded terrible leaving her lips, like a gaping wound in the air between us. I wanted to soften it in some way so that it wasn’t so brutal, but how? What could I do to make things better? These were the hard facts, and I couldn’t change them if I tried.
So I merely took those small hands in my own, gazing deep into her eyes.
“We’re going to be okay, sweetheart. Take a deep breath because everything’s going to be fine. I know you’re hurting, but trust me, this too will pass. And you’ll get used to it because of all the fun we’re gonna have, okay?”
She nodded, chin still wavering slightly, but then managed to smile at me.
“Of course, sir,” she said dulcetly. “I mean, Trent. I look forward to it.”
And with that, I clasped that curvy body close so that our hearts beat in unison. This would have been a great time to ravish the female, to pull her bottoms to the side and stroke her slit until she was moaning. It would have been the perfect opportunity to suckle at her clit and lave her nipples until the pleasure overwhelmed Kelsey in waves, distracting her from the harsh realities of our talk. But for some reason, I didn’t do it. The brunette’s mental state meant too much to me and as we sat there entwined in one another’s arms, I silently made myself a promise. I’d do everything I could for the sweet girl because something about Kelsey was different … and despite the rules of the club, her happiness mattered to me.