The Billionaires Club (4 page)

“
Fuck,” he breathes, looking
down on me with a hint of pleased surprise.

“
I didn't say you could
stop.”

He takes the challenge with a smirk
that could melt the panties off any woman, and he completely
ravages my pussy with that gorgeous cock of his, pumping so hard
that the sheer friction between us causes me to explode into orgasm
all over again. I lay below him, breathless, and his body finally
gives out. I feel him still inside of me, see him tremble ever so
slightly as his balls empty. And then he collapses on top of me,
panting like he has just run a marathon.

I hold him to me, staring up at the
ceiling, reveling in the feel of his muscular body on top of mine
totally spent. I normally hate sweat, but the small sheen that has
covered his body feels earned. I like that I worked him hard and
put him away wet.

He rolls off of me, and we lay there
side by side for a while as he catches his breath. The needy
romantic in me wants to cuddle. Now that the fucking is over, the
confident side of me recoils into the shadows. I'm proud of myself
for being so assertive, but a bit embarrassed at the same time.
I've never acted like this before, but it was certainly a fun
change.

He sits up and almost immediately
starts dressing. It takes everything in me to hide my
disappointment. Whether I want to admit it or not, this is my queue
that it's time to go. It's still midday, and Anders has another
client tonight. That thought leaves a foul taste in my
mouth.

“
So I'll see you again on
Thursday,” he says casually.

“
Thursday,” I hesitate. “No,
I think not.”

“
Why not?” He casts a glance
at me over his shoulder while he pulls on one of his
loafers.

“
I told you already. I'm
relieving you of your duty to pleasure me,” I say as professionally
as possible.

“
What if I don't want to be
relieved?”

“
I'm the client. I don't
really think you have a choice,” I try not to sound rude, but it
comes out that way anyway.

“
Did you not like it? The
sex?”

“
No. It's not
that.”

“
Of course, it's not. You
loved the sex. I can tell.” He continues putting on his other shoe.
The arrogant sound of his words almost makes me want to laugh. I
hate it when men know they're good. I suppose it can't be helped in
this case though. I mean, the guy gets paid to have sex. Or rather,
he has sex for the sake of charity.

“
I don't see why it
matters.” I tie on my bikini top. “There's no gain in this for you.
And besides, if I relieve you, that means you can pick up another
client, so it's more money for your charity.”

“
I already told you, I don't
want another client.”

“
Then you can take the time
off.”

He stands and faces me, giving me what
appears to be a sincere look. “Tessa, is it so hard to believe that
I want you?”

My cheeks flush from his words, but I
refuse to buy into his bullshit. “Just take the month off,
okay.”

He crosses the distance between us,
caressing my cheek and looking down into my eyes. Damn, he's good
looking. “I don't want the month off. I don't want another woman. I
want more time with you. More sex with you. Please don't deny me
that.”

My heart is racing again. My mind is
telling me to say no, but all I can manage to say is,
“Okay.”

CHAPTER THREE

Late Sixties is by the pool again. I
take the lounger beside her, thankful that Mister Pool Boy isn't
out and about to harass me. Today, Mister Maintenance Man is on
duty trimming the hedges around the resort. He seems less
interested in sticking his dick in a client and much more focused
on his work. While I'm pretty sure that all the men here are meant
to pleasure us, some seem more into it than others. Whatever the
case, I'm glad for the peace and quiet.

I stretch out on my back beneath the
California sun, lather on some suntan lotion, and pick up my
ereader. Today is all about relaxing and getting over the sore
feeling between my legs. It's amazing how those muscles seem to get
worked only during sex.

I'm halfway through a chapter when I
hear a scratchy female voice say, “How was he?”

I turn to see Late Sixties looking
straight at me. Her lined face doesn't seem very amused.

“
How was who?” I
ask.

“
Your man. I haven't had
that one before.”

For some reason, that makes me feel
relieved. “He was awesome. How was yours?”

“
You mean my billionaire or
the pool boy?” Her thin lips quirk into an infectious
smirk.

“
The pool boy.” I can't help
but grin as my curiosity becomes piqued. It's a no-brainer that the
billionaires are good.

“
Fabulous, darling.
Absolutely fabulous. That pool net isn't the only pole he's good
with.” She winks at me.

“
Oh my God, you're
hilarious,” I can't hide my laughter.

“
What? I'm old, honey; I'm
not dead.” She swings her feet over the side of her lounger and
extends her hand to me. “I'm Stephanie Beck, real estate mogul
extraordinaire,” she says the title in a way that I can't tell if
she's being serious or making fun of herself.

I sit up as well, gingerly shaking her
hand. “I'm Tessa Murphy, the fabulously unemployed.”

“
Fabulously unemployed,” she
huffs, the same sound I heard yesterday. This time I can definitely
tell it's from amusement. “You must have a rich stupid
husband.”

“
No.” I shake my head. “A
rich generous friend.”

“
Must be nice. If I could
have come here at your age, these billionaires would be paying me
for sex, not the other way around.
”
She
turns and leans back on her lounger, fanning herself with her hand.
I can picture her being a knockout when she was younger. She has
high cheek bones and stunning blue eyes. There's nothing not
confident about this woman, sitting here in a white one-piece with
circle cut outs in the sides. Even at close to seventy, her body is
better than a lot of girls my age.

“
So which one is yours?” I
ask timidly, enjoying the conversation.

“
Blondie.”

“
Is that his
name?”

“
No. That's what I call him
though, because his name doesn't matter.”

I like this woman more and more by the
second. There's a liveliness about her that's
refreshing.

“
You probably have the one
my friend was telling me about. I didn't actually get to go to the
consultation, so I didn't see all the men they have to offer. She
said there's a blonde one that's really dreamy though.”

“
They're all dreamy. Young
muscled things with big cocks.”

Her words make me blush, and I
instantly think about Anders' dick—how it felt inside of me. My
legs press together, and I feel the familiar soreness. Part of me
can't wait until Thursday. The more logical part of me thinks that
sleeping with him again is a bad idea.

“
Do you come here a lot?” I
ask.

“
Every year for the past
five years. And every year, I get a different man.” She smiles, not
embarrassed at all by her confession.

“
It doesn't bother you that
they sleep with other women?” my voice is timid, and I know I sound
ridiculous.

“
Heavens no. Everyone that
works here has been tested. All the clients are tested. We're all
here for the same thing.”

For some reason, I feel comfortable
talking to this woman. I want to open up to Evelyn about how the
whole experience has made me feel, but I don't want her to think
I'm ungrateful. While I did enjoy sleeping with Anders, the
knowledge that he'll be in that same bed with another woman tonight
greatly bothers me. I don't really think I want to sleep with him
again. Once was enough of an adventure for me. He didn't want to
take no for an answer, but this is supposed to be all about me. I
paid for the experience. Well, Evelyn paid for it. Either way, I'm
the client. My wants should trump his desires. And I really don't
feel like spending an entire month bedding a man who plays Russian
Roulette with his penis.

“
It's hot, and I'm bored.
Would you fancy going shopping with me?
”
Stephanie asks, drawing me away from my thoughts.

“
Shopping?”

“
Yes. That thing were you
give people money for stuff you want.”

“
Oh. Yeah. Shopping. Great,”
I reply, feeling like an idiot.

We part ways to go to our rooms and
change, then we meet back up downstairs where she has a limo
waiting for us. It feels a bit extravagant for a shopping trip, but
I try not to say anything, soaking up the experience and thanking
her for inviting me along.

We end up at Union Square where
Stephanie drags me from store to store, spending money like it's
going out of style. She offers to buy me some things, but I refuse,
feeling spoiled enough already just from the limo ride. She calls
me a 'fuddy-duddy' for refusing her, and I can't help but laugh.
I'm having a great time. It's amazing going to all of these stores
I could never afford to shop at and watching Stephanie boss around
the employees. She walks around like the world is her oyster, and
she's not afraid to bitch about the pearl.

We shop until the sun sets, and then we
settle in at a little coffee shop. I'm absolutely exhausted, my
arms aching from carrying some of Stephanie's bags, since she
bought way too much to carry on her own. Maybe that's why she
really invited me to go shopping with her, so that she'd have an
extra set of arms. I consider teasing her about it, but I'm not
sure how she'll react, so I keep my mouth shut.

“
No Blondie tonight?” I
decide to ask her instead.

“
Tomorrow night. And boy am
I ready for him.”

“
You have more energy than
me.”

“
I doubt that.” She quirks a
sculpted eyebrow.

“
Well, you just seem like
it, at least.”

“
And what about you and
yours? When's your next day?”

“
Thursday, but I think I'm
going to pass.” I blow the steam off my coffee.

“
Good heavens
why?”

“
It kind of bugs me that he
sleeps with other people. I mean, I know that's what I came here
for. I know that's what The Billionaires Club is all about, but I'm
not really into that.”

“
Then why did you sign
up?”

“
I didn't sign up. My best
friend signed me up because she thought it would be something I'd
enjoy. I didn't really have any choice in the matter.”

“
Didn't you enjoy it, when
the two of you were together I mean?”

“
Well, yeah. But it's going
to keep bothering me that he's sleeping with other
people.”

“
Why?”

“
Because I'm a one-man
woman.”

She guffaws, “If you're looking for
love, then you've come to the wrong place.”

“
I know, and I'm not really
looking for love. But I don't want the sex either. I think I just
want to relax for the rest of the month. Once I get back, I'm going
to have to start job hunting. This was kind of my go-between from
college and the working world.”

“
A college kid, huh?” she
huffs. “I figured you were young.”

“
Not as young as you might
think. I got a late start.”

“
Well, you're finished now.
That's all that matters, right?”

“
Exactly.” I nod in
agreement.

“
Listen, Tessa, you seem
like a sweet girl, so I'm going to give you a bit of advice.” She
stirs her coffee, looking dignified. “We only have a short time on
this planet, and only a small percentage of it is actually
enjoyable. You're young. You have plenty of time to find a man and
fall in love. You also have plenty of time to collect regrets.
Don't make wasting your time here one of them.”

“
What do you mean?” I shift
uncomfortably in my seat.

“
Coming
to The Billionaires Club is probably a once in a lifetime
event for you. Maybe you'll never sleep with a stranger again after
this. But while you're here, enjoy the experience for what it
is.

“
Being with one of these
men, it's not like picking up some random guy off the street. They
care about their bodies. They care about their reputations. And
they care about pleasing women. That's all they care about. You're
in a safe controlled environment where you can have fun and let
your inhibitions go free. Take advantage of it.

“
Put your real life aside
for a month. It will be there when you get back. Live in the
fantasy now, because soon it will be over, and you'll regret it if
you don't make the most of it. You might not believe me now, but
trust me when I tell you that I'm right. Don't realize it when it's
already too late.”