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.”