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I know because I’ve already personally interviewed dozens of girls this year. Luscious women with huge tits, spankable asses, and thick thighs that would jiggle just right when we’re fucking them. My buddies and I are into a certain kind of female form. We like curvy and innocent, and Trina’s exactly our type. Her thick, wavy brown hair, soft skin, and responsive body will definitely fetch a pretty penny.
But that’s the thing. I swallow with difficulty, and not even the amazing view of the city can soothe me. Something bitter gets stuck in my throat at just the thought of any other man touching her. Trina felt so good on my fingers. Those nipples of hers were like ripe berries for me to suck and roll around on my tongue. Billionaire bait for sure. But I want her for this billionaire specifically. For me, and not the others.
But she doesn’t know that. Trina probably thought I was just another employee of this place, and not an actual member of the Billionaires Club. But I’m one of them, all right. And this year I’m stuck on procurement duty. Not a hard job, obviously, but it’s got to get done. Someone’s gotta make sure the inventory is up to par, and this year, that’s me. So yeah, I’m in charge of “Human Resources,” a euphemistic term for finding the curviest, most innocent women and bringing them back to our lair to be sold.
So far, the girls have been outstanding. There are some real gorgeous babes with smarts as well as decent resumes. These days a lot of decent-looking MBAs and Harvard grads are willing to be playthings to some hot, rich guys for a pile of cash. And the Billionaires Club is all hot, rich guys. It’s a pre-requisite for membership, and for these girls, it’s sure as hell better than the chances they take with douchey, fratty guys in clubs or bars these days.
Plus, I wasn’t exaggerating about the money. If a girl is just our speed, she can make six figures minimum for her work with us. It’s a good deal, especially if you get along with the man who buys you. A lot of these girls even want to re-up, doing two or three tours and staying here at the Billionaires Club while waiting to be auctioned again.
That’s why my buddies and I always demand the best females. Nothing short of the best would fit our expectations, and it works for us. After all, we run corporate empires and sit in powerful positions. We don’t want to have to wine and dine a female – it’s time-consuming, and frankly, sometimes as boring as hell. There are a lot of girls who talk non-stop about the latest “It” purse, not to mention the latest “It” diet, “It” make-up, and “It” shoes. It’s enough to drive a man bonkers.
So yeah, this way, it’s easier. Perfect, even. Have your fun, and then let them go. After all, it’s just money, and we make plenty of it. Shelling out a hundred thousand dollars for a week between some thick and juicy thighs is nothing to us, so long as she leaves quietly afterwards.
It wasn’t always this efficient, though. At one point, we had one of our employees vetting the girls, but when he started sending us girls none of us wanted found attractive—skinny broads with fake tits who looked like they’d break in the middle of one good, hard session—we realized we couldn’t let employees do everything. So each year, a member of the Billionaires Club gets assigned to Procurement. Which is why I’m here overseeing the auction process now.
And damn if today isn’t my lucky day.
Before Trina got here, it was pretty much the same old story. Thick, gorgeous girls in a constant stream since nine in the morning. Then she came in and changed everything. Because suddenly, I can’t get enough.
Christ.
My fingers still tingle from stroking Trina’s hot core. That slick, tight virgin pussy was the best I’d ever felt. Hell, she was the best I’d ever seen or tasted. At the thought of her, my dick instantly sits up to take notice, drooling in my slacks and growing damn near down to my knee. It wants a taste of that creamy wetness. A long, deep, stroking taste.
I can’t stop thinking about the truth of it. Once the guys get a good look at her, it’s gonna be inevitable—they’re gonna want some too.
A muscle twitches over my eye at the thought of one of them touching her. Seducing her. Stroking those curves before claiming her wetness at his.
My vision goes red, blood pumping in my ears until I can’t hear or see. Because I don’t want to share. Not Trina. Even though she’s exactly what the guys are looking for, she can’t go up for auction in front of them. No way in hell can that happen. No way in hell am I gonna let that happen.
