Step Brother Anthology: Bad Boy (BBW Taboo Billionaire Romance) (8 page)

I decided to wear nothing
underneath the Maid outfit, as to assist with the fantasy of the whole evening.
I did not imagine I would be in it for very long anyways.  I was getting
aroused just thinking about how the evening would unfold. 

Stepping into my car, I
put the directions into the GPS and headed for the club.  The Valley Country
Club was one of the most exclusive clubs in town.  Everyone knew what it was,
but very few people had been there.  I was sure that Jim was a member and was
pretty sure he would be at this party.  Somehow, some way this felt like I was
cheating on Jim, it was a strange feeling and I was not sure what to do with
it.  I only thought to myself, how ridiculous that was and continued to drive
over to the club.  I mean we were nothing to each other.  I worked for him and
as he said, it was a working relationship, nothing more nothing less. 

I pulled into the
magnificent gates of the club seeing the large “Welcome to the Valley Club EST
1867” sign.  I drove down the winding road and came up to a gatehouse with
enormous steel posts in the road in front of me.  The kind you would see at a
high security facility.  These posts are activated by security, only when you
are allowed in.  It looks like they could prevent a tank from driving in.   I
was a little intimidated when I pulled up to the security gate but still, I
rolled down my window.

“Name please.”

“Layla.”

             He looked on his list a while not even questioning that I did not
give him a last name then looked back up and began to speak.

“Layla, you are going to go down this road to the main
entrance.  The valet will take your car and instruct you where to go from
there.”

“Thank you.”

The huge steel cylinders
began to recess into the ground, until they were again flush with the road.  I
slowly drove down the well-lit road and about a quarter of a mile.  What a
breathtaking sight.  It looked like the biggest log house I had ever seen.  The
deep grain of the wood could be seen even from where I was.  I drove under an
enormous enclosure, where you could see how the huge the logs were fastened
together.  Inside the monstrous car drop off area there was a tongue and cheek
Chandelier made of huge wooden logs.  The Chandelier must have been 15 feet
wide and 20 feet tall and it still was dwarfed by the enormity of the car drop
off area.  Just then I heard a knock at the window of my car, oh my god I must
have been staring. I opened my window with a smile. 

“Layla?’

“Yes?”

“I will take your car for you and Peter will show you
the way.” 

           He motioned to someone else who was next to
the large wooden doors who I assumed was Peter.  I opened the door to the car
and stepped out.  The valet reached out his hand to help me out of the car.

“Thank you.”

“My pleasure ma’am.”
             Peter then came over to greet me, he also worked at the club, he
held out his arm so I could take it and escorted me to the doorway. He opened
the doorway motioned with his hand to go inside and followed me in as the large
door closed behind us. 

             Again he held out his arm and I took it as we walked down the long
wooden hallway.  I was not sure what the obsession was with wood at this place,
but it was everywhere. 

             Again I was in another place of opulence,
dripping of the money of its members.  The wood inside was more of a golden
brown color then the dark brown outside and there were long red carpets running
down the middle of all the hallways.  We walked past several doors and I could
not help but notice that with the exception of the staff I was the only one who
was there.  I was led into a large room where the theme continued with the red
carpet.  In this room however; the walls were ebony colored, I couldn’t imagine
that they were actual ebony, but it sure looked like it.  This room was much
darker room and looked a little less inviting then the open hallways.  I was
the only one in the room with the exception of an older gentleman who was
sitting in the corner.  I assumed that was Melvin so naturally I walked over to
introduce myself.  Peter turned and left. Walking up behind Melvin, you could
hear the click of my heels as the carpet ended.  He did not turn around, he
just sat there.  I wondered if he was deaf or worse, dead.  Slowly walking to
the front of him I saw a stately man sitting drinking cognac, staring out of
the window onto a stream. 

“Ah Layla, welcome.  I trust you found the facility OK.”
“Yes sir I did thank you.” 
“Great, can I get you anything to eat or drink?”

“A glass of wine would be great, something thick.”

“But of course, let me get one for you.”
             He left I guess to get the wine, but I would have thought he would
have just asked his staff to get that for him.  That would make more sense to
me anyways.  As he left my phone rang and I saw it was Jim, I quickly picked
up. 

“Hi Jim, how are you.”
“I am great Layla, how are you.”
“Fantastic, I am just at the party waiting for things to get started.”
“What party?”

“Melvin’s party at his Club....”  There was silence. 
“I just thought you would have been invited.....I mean that is what Melvin told
me......Oh no........”
             Just then I realized I had been bamboozled I stood with my mouth open
watching Melvin as he came back.  I looked at him in the eyes with rage and
said,
“You told me Jim knew about this!”

“Well, he may or may not have, I cannot remember.”
Jim said, “Layla, put me on speaker.”

“OK”

“Melvin, you old such and such, what are you up to
now.”

“Jimmy boy, nothing that you wouldn’t do.”
“I see you have taken an interest in my personal assistant.”

“Perhaps I just like your tastes, you know what they
say...The darker the berry, the sweeter the fruit.”
             I have never had people talk about me like this before, like I was
not even there.  I liked the fact that they both liked me and they were both
rich.  That in itself was very flattering. Not a normal rich, these men had
serious wealth and power, wealth that was almost immeasurable.  The
conversation continued. 
“Well, that is what they say I guess.  Tell me what is in store, for our good
friend Layla tonight?”

“Well Jim, you are welcome to come and find out, me
and the boys are just going to blow off a little steam.  Layla or as she is
known to us tonight, our little house maid is going to help us out.”

“Thank you Melvin, I will be there.  I assume the
usual rules apply?”

“Why of course they do, it is a part of the order.”
              What were they talking about I thought?  This is not the first
time that I have heard them talk about “the rules.” What are these rules?  Who
do they apply to?  What are they about?  Was this some kind of rich guy code?
It was all very confusing, thought I guessed it was not important.  Just
knowing how much money I would make almost down to the minute, I was happy to
let them talk as long as they wished. 

“Goodbye Jim.”

“Goodbye Melvin.”

            I hung up the phone and realized he had
said goodbye.  Was this only something they said with each other?  I was mad,
but my focus was on something else I had a job to do so, I stood there awaiting
instruction from Melvin.  He still held my glass of wine in his hand.

“Would you like to drink this, or should I continue to
hold it for you”

“My apologies, let me take that.” 
“My dear, we are going to have you do some things tonight that you may not have
done before, but know it is all part of the illusion, part of the dance.  You
see we are men of means, and everything can be had by us at a moment’s notice. 
As such it is the chase that excites us, we require a challenge. We require
intrigue, interest, a challenge, you are that challenge.  Here is how the
evening will play itself out.  We call this game, The Level Challenge, The Man’s
Game, The Great Pursuit.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I will explain.  You are to be the object of their desire; we have brought to
this room some of the wealthiest men from our town…..Scratch that, some of the
wealthiest and most handsome men from our town perhaps our country.  We have
limited the number of contestants to 10…well, 11 now that your boss in the
mix.  All of these men have given sums of $20,000.00 each to take part in this
game which is to be a game of skill, luck and chance…..I can see I am not
making myself clear.  The point of the game is you?”

“Me sir?”

“Yes, quite right, you are the goal of the game.  All
of these men are trying to win your affection by talking to you or promising
you wealth or impressing you with physical strength or whatever it takes to
have you.  The culmination of the evening will be that the winner must have sex
with you in front of the group at the end of the night.  Now
you
are
welcome to deny each one their due, as you are not here for sex, but should you
choose
to complete this game and I mean
complete
, half of the pot
goes to you the other half to the winner.”

“You mean $100,000.00?!” 

“That’s right….well $110,000.00 now plus the
$10,000.00 you were promised for the evening.  Fun game right?”

“Sounds fun to me.”

“Remember again, you are obliged to do nothing, for
you being here now and staying to the end of the night you are entitled to our
agreed upon terms of $10,000.00.”

“OK I understand. Are you to be one of my suitors?”
“Hahahahahahaha.  No dear, nice of you to say, but I am too old for that now. 
There is however one other thing.”
“OK I am listening”
“As well as the 10 contestants there are many others who are wagering on the
outcome of the event.  They will all be there to watch, participate, interfere,
whatever they wish.  Millions will trade hands tonight, all based on the
ability of our suitors to make you interested enough to fuck them in front of
strangers.  Furthermore, you will be acting as a cocktail waitress with the
duties of delivering drinks.  To make it harder for them, you must have your
drink duty come first.  The suitors will have from 9 – 12 to woo you literally
off your feet. The winner will be the one who completes the deed with you.”

“Are there any other rules? I mean what if they offer
me riches and jewels or any other manner of things.”
“I fully expect they will, that is completely permitted as they all have
innumerable wealth so the field is level. The only other rule is they are not
allowed to leave the room, no one is until the night is over.”

“Won’t they all be watching me?”

“I suppose they will, but then that is up to you.  How
interesting are you? Are you sure you have what it takes to interest them
enough to take part?  Make it a good show, as I know you will.  Now I will leave
you with that thought and the directions to the kitchen.  Please let me take
your coat, the guest will be here soon.”
             Well this was indeed an interesting game, it was exciting and
scary at the same time. If these rich Billionaires were not interested in me at
all, how boring would that be?  For me to make at least the 10k I was promised,
all I have to do is stay the entire evening.  However this could be a very
humiliating experience if they were not interested in me, but it was most certainly
worth the risk. 
             I walked into the kitchen and introduced myself around so they
knew who I was, they led me over to the bar to meet the bartender and he showed
me what to do.  It wasn’t complicated, but it was new so I was nervous.  I had
to walk the room, enter the drink order into the mini computer on the tray,
then go pick it up at the bar and bring it back. All the while being
interesting enough, to be hit on by some Billionaire Boys. 

             I went to the bathroom to be sure I was showing enough skin to
attract some virile males.  I also looked at how it looked when I bent over, to
see if my ass would be a tool I could use to catch somebody’s eye.  I had a
little oil in my bag so I oiled up my chest, rubbing the cool liquid up and
down my chest making my breasts shine even with the little light that was in
the bathroom.  I then rubbed the oil up and down my legs and all over my ass.
As I looked in the mirror I said to myself “
that
would be hard not to
notice.”  I could not help but rub my pussy a little as this whole game had
turned me on even more.
             Now I was ready, I took my tray put it under my arm and made my
way outside.  There was about 20 people in the main room now, so I started to
make my way about the crowd taking some drink orders.  Clumsily I worked the
tiny computer, walking back and forth from the bar, delivering drinks to the
rich.  It was an open bar and tips seemed to not be on the menu.
             As the evening went on, I did not notice anyone coming up to me to
talk or even socialize, it was like I was not even there.  I began to worry,
what if the worst was to come true, it would be quite a blow to my confidence. 
I looked down at my watch, it was only 8:45 and the game had not yet even started.
I let out a sigh and then realized I was bushed already. I had not like I
brought shoes that we made for walking, nor was I used to being on my feet all
night.  I decided it was time to stop trying to be the best cocktail waitress
in the world and walk a little slower, caring a little less about my fake job.