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“And I have no interest in fucking or being fucked by Edmund,” William chimes in from the chair across from us.
“Too bad,” I raise a brow and flick my finger under Edmund’s chin before standing from the couch.
Eventually, they’ll come around.
“Okay boys,” I address the men in the room, “tonight’s buy-in is two-million-dollars.”
Without hesitating, they all pull their phones from their pockets and make the necessary offshore bank transfers to fund their entertainment for the evening.
Sure, any drug-addicted whore working downtown will give you five minutes in an alley for fifty to hundred dollars, but good pussy doesn’t come cheap.
And when you have the interests of these men, you pay extra. A lot extra if you plan to cause permanent damage.
The girls that I procure are grad students and business professionals. Each of them looks as though they just stepped from a gentleman’s magazine, having toned bodies and perky tits that even make me jealous.
After being vetted, and receiving a thorough health exam, they sign a non-disclosure and a contract for one night of whatever we please. In exchange, they receive a million-dollar payout.
What they do after tonight…
More of them should probably walk away with their money at the end of the night, instead of making the mistake of getting entangled with anyone in this room long-term.
“Can you handle that, Kid,” Edmund shoots a glance at Samuel. “Or do you need to call your mommy and daddy to ask for money first.”
“At what point do we drop this Kid stuff?” Samuel questions while shoving his phone back into his pocket.
“Maybe after you prove that you deserve to be here,” Edmund smirks at him, “that you actually fit in with the rest of us.”
“If you boys are done measuring your cocks,” I shoot them both an annoyed glance, “I’d like to introduce you to the ladies.”
The four of them rise from their seats without delay, and follow behind me as we make our way to the sitting room where tonight’s women are waiting.
They might enjoy a cock measuring contest from time to time, but everyone here knows that mine, although symbolic, is by far the biggest.
“You’re awfully quiet tonight, Grant,” I slip my arm into his as we all make our way to the East wing. “Not quite up for tonight’s festivities?”
“Sweet child,” his deep, mature voice practically melts my panties. “Don’t let the graying hair and fine lines fool you. I am always up for festivities, as you call them. I’ll happily show you just how up for them I am when you’re ready to get rid ofyou know who.”
“Mr. Geyer,” I gasp, pretending to clutch my pearls. “What kind of woman do you think I am?”
“If only I could chain you up,” he smirks, “you just might be the perfect kind.”
These men are obnoxious flirts, and I love it. But we all know that I’m not going to give into their desires, just like most of them are not going to give in to mine—with the exception of Will.
He is more than willing to be my hot husband, degrading and denying me as I watch him with other women until he’s ready for me to join. In exchange, I submit to his primal and animalistic desires.
“Gentlemen,” I pull open the door to the sitting room and the four women promptly stand as we step inside. I gesture to them, “The ladies for this evening – Madeline, Paisley, Cameryn, and Chloe.”
The women, all in their twenties, are dressed in sleek, black cocktail dresses with matching stilettos. Beneath their evening attire, each is wearing varying versions of expensive black lingerie. They vary slightly in appearance, but each of them is beautiful and looks as though she has the presence and stature to belong in our world.
“Samuel,” I gesture to the women before us. “As the man of honor this evening, you get first pick.”
CHAPTERTHREE
SAMUEL
Taking my time, I walk toward them. My eyes gaze over the four women, each of them absolutely fucking beautiful.
Madeline is a tall, curvaceous brunette. A little too curvy for my taste with her obviously fake tits. Without giving her so much as a second glance, I continue down the row to Paisley.
