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“Naw,” I grunted. “I got this,” I said, holding up the bourbon. “But you got any new girls working tonight?”
The waitress blinked before smiling once more.
“No sir, I’m not aware of any new girls on shift tonight. But I can check in back if you like.”
I nodded lazily, but my mind had already found its next target, senses on high alert. Because she was here. I’d just seen Rebecca enter by a shadowy doorway on the side and every cell in my body called to the girl, pulling her my way.
And as if she could hear, the brunette’s head suddenly swiveled towards me, brown eyes going wide as she saw my big frame, relaxed with a drink in my hand. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as that pouty mouth formed an “O” of surprise. God, what would it feel like to have those lips circling my cock, sucking me dry, milking me of sperm? It would be pure heaven, that’s what. And best of all, it was gonna happen. It was absolutely gonna happen.
“Tell your friend to join me here, will you?” I grunted at the cocktail waitress. “Tell that brunette to come over.”
And the blonde cocked a head in Becky’s direction before nodding.
“Certainly sir,” she murmured, waltzing away. Pausing, she spoke a few quiet words to Rebecca before disappearing, the brunette immediately swinging to look at me again, eyes going wide. And sure enough, with slow steps, Becky teetered towards me then, dressed in nothing but a thong and high heels, the standard server attire at the bar, almost tripping on her way over. I laughed softly to myself. This little girl was so innocent, so naïve that she didn’t even know how to walk in high heels. Shit, I had so much to teach her.
But what I hadn’t counted on was my body’s response. Because as the girl stopped by my chair, I paused, dick jerking alert. Rebecca was even more beautiful than I remembered, more delectable up close. The tiny purple thong highlighted how lush and huge her ass cheeks were, bisected only by a thin strip of satin. Her tits were huge, mountainous Double Ds, giant sacs of cream tipped with pink nipples, begging to be sucked and licked. And oh shit, but those thighs. They were like ham hocks, juicy and firm, and it took all my restraint not to attack her then, to drag this female to my quarters and drill her until she couldn’t walk anymore.
“Hello,” she said, voice low and dulcet. “Hello.”
I leaned back, looking up at the brunette.
“Hello yourself,” I rumbled. “Care to take a seat?” I asked, gesturing with my hand at the chair across from me. “Make yourself comfortable.” Of course, my offer was a command and the girl knew it.
So hesitating for a moment, she looked around before lowering herself gingerly. I almost laughed again at how Becky positioned the silver platter decorously on her lap, the metal tray covering her thighs and cunt. I’d already seen that pussy bare, I’d already seen those engorged lips, the slickly wet pink flesh within, even glimpsing her hymen. There were no secrets here, so her modesty was misplaced, but I let it slide. The girl was charming all the same, and might as well help her get comfortable before I took that twat.
“So, what’s your name?” I drawled lazily.
“I’m Be-Rebecca,” she said softly, looking into my eyes and just as quickly, looking away again. “Article Thirty from last night,” she added, flushing.
I nodded. Of course she was Article Thirty, the woman had made me so hot that I’d jizzed in my private booth, just watching her move.
“I see. And you work at the Club now?” I asked smoothly, pretending that I didn’t know. Call it social niceties, but there was no sense in letting on that I’d already read a dossier about the woman, I knew everything from her parents’ names to her blood type. Might as well go slow and act like this was a normal interaction, although of course, there’s nothing normal about the Billionaires Club.
And Rebecca nodded.
“Yes,” she said softly. “The auction, um, didn’t exactly turn out as expected, but the Club didn’t kick me out. They let me stay on as a maid,” she said hesitantly. “I’m grateful,” she murmured.
Nodding sagely, I took another sip of my drink.
“Yeah, it takes a lot of people to run this place,” I gestured expansively. “Shit doesn’t get done by itself, and you know us billionaires, we’re messy mofos. We need a lot of maids.”
Becky flushed beautifully then, looking down.
“Well, if you’ll tell me how I can help you, I’m more than happy,” she said quietly. “Just let me know.”
And I practically laughed out loud then. I knew exactly how she could help me, I could hand her the Kama Sutra with its five billion positions, and that would get us started, keep us occupied for a while. But that was no way to treat a nubile, teenage nymph. I wanted to put the girl at ease, even get to know her a little bit before the real party began. So I went slow, easing into it.
