Can't Buy My Love: Billionaire and Virgin Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  “Ready?” Lorelai asked.

  “Yep, bring on da noise.”

  It looked like something out of an old, black and white movie. Lorelai’s friend Tina was nothing if not a rationalist. Much like the barber shops that still had the multi-colored poles outside, the little storefront shop was unquestionably run by a fortune-teller. The only break from tradition was the omission of the honorific Madam before Tina’s name. The business was instead named Third-Eye Fortune Telling.

  “I’ve been getting really into fortune telling,” Lorelai said, by way of explanation.

  “Serious?” I asked, looking up at the garish neon sign from the sidewalk.

  “As a firing squad,” Lorelai confided, hustling me on.

  The happy bell jangled overhead and my fate was sealed. My doom was heralded by the distinctive smell of lavender incense. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe. There were lots of things that people didn’t understand. That was why both science and magic existed after all. Both were little more than approaches to try and identify, categorize, and understand phenomena for which there was no precedent. It was just that, at that particular moment, I was in serious danger of bursting out laughing and I didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.

  Before I could make an excuse and make a getaway, Tina appeared through the beaded curtains. Thankfully, she was wearing a fairly normal dress, with her hair in a braid. Not the full on, stereotypical “mystical” outfit I’d expected.

  “Hey, Lor.”

  “Tina. This is my friend Krystal. She needs some advice.”

  “Hello, Krystal. Right this way.”

  Through the beaded curtain was fairly ordinary aside from the purple lighting and lava lamps.

  “What’s the trouble?” Tina asked, as we sat at the tasteful round table.

  “I’ve got an online shop I’m trying to turn into a full-time business but am unsure how to do it?” I said, feeling a bit silly.

  “I hear ya,” Tina said with genuine empathy, “I could do a reading and give you guidance.”

  “Sure,” I said, not seeing the harm.

  “Give me your hand, please.”

  Tina gently took my hand and started to read my palm. Tracing the lines with the tip of her finger.

  “I see you in a car accident.”

  I audibly gasped, immediately flashing back to the incident with the delivery truck outside the steakhouse.

  “It looks like it’s already happened though. From what I can see your future is already in motion. The accident was the catalyst and there is no way to stop it now.”

  “Is that good or bad?”

  “Oh it’s good. For the most part, anyway. But I don’t see you really starting up your business until you are at the costume ball.”

  That was a surprise. It wasn’t near Halloween anymore and I couldn’t really imagine waiting almost a year for my business to get going.

  “Costume ball? It’s not Halloween,” Lorelai said, giving voice to my thoughts.

  “I know, strange right? But that’s what it says,” Tina said.

  “How much do I owe you?” I asked.

  “Oh, nothing. Any friend of Lorelai’s is a friend of mine. I’m just sorry I couldn’t be more specific.”

  “Still, thanks though.”

  The bell jangled again as she led our return to the afternoon street. It felt a little odd seeing a fortune-teller shop during the day, but that was far from the oddest thing about it.

  “I have to get back to work but call me, yeah?”

  “Of course,” I said, giving Lorelai another awkward hug.

  The walk back to my place wasn’t too far, but still gave me lots of time to think. From what Tina had said, everything would be okay with my business, but I probably had to wait another ten months for some costume ball. On closer consideration, I supposed it really was worth it. I had been sewing for years, so if I had to wait just under another year for things to get good, maybe it didn’t seem so bad.

  The air got colder and I put my hand in my pocket, finding the card Jayden had given me. His party did sound interesting. I wondered if I could convince him to make it a costume ball. A Christmas costume ball would be different, if nothing else, and help him stand out in the minds of potential investors. I decided to call him and pitch the idea after I had thought it over a bit more.

  Chapter Three - Jayden

  I felt like an olde tyme alchemist, bent over the samples and mixing them with vigor. Clavis had been into fruit wine, other than grapes, since before it was cool. Wine hipsters, that was us. It was unclear exactly how it had come up, but somehow the idea came up to try and mix them into an undiscovered strain of super wine, using the collage theory of creation. More than the sum of the parts and all that.

  Clarence was by my side, playing Igor to my Dr. Frankenstein, as well as providing vital hovering services and assisting in the taste test. The two of us took swigs from the new concoction to test its validity and often spat it right back out again into handy buckets.

  “How many was that?” Clarence asked, wiping the taste from his tongue.

  “Fifty, but Rome wasn’t built in a day.”

  “Which is more than can be said for burning it down,” Clarence muttered.

  “We aren’t burning the vineyard down in frustration.”

  “What about - ”

  “Or for insurance purposes,” I laughed.

  I knew he wasn’t serious. It was just how we goofed around. I knew running a vineyard wasn’t his dream job, but we were all making the best of things.

  My phone tweeted happily. With a practiced quick-draw I had it in seconds. I didn’t recognize the number and hoped it was a new customer.

  “Hello, Clavis Winery,” I said.

  “Hey, Mr. Clavis? This is Krystal Jinkens.”

  “Who is it?” Clarence asked.

  “The chick who hit the truck outside the Red Wing,” I said, covering the mouthpiece with my hand.

  “I bet she’s calling to say that she can’t pay or do the serving.”

  “Yeah, probably.”

  I put the phone on speaker so Clarence could listen. too. Wiping the grin off my face, I got back to the call.

  “Sorry about that, of course I remember you Krystal, and please, call me Jayden.”

  “Uh, okay, Jayden. I’ve had an idea about how to make your Christmas party even better, or at least memorable, and thought I would run it past you.”

  I was a little shocked at her audacity. This chick drove into the back of our van and now she thought she could make our party better? Still, I had to admire her nerve. It was just the sort of risk I would have taken, so I couldn’t fault her. I may have been a lot of things, but a hypocrite wasn’t one of them.

  “Okay, come by the vineyard at noon and give us your full presentation.”

  It was a bit of a test. It was only an hour before noon and the winery was on the far end of town. If she could make it there in an hour and give a full presentation, I would be very surprised, as well as impressed.

  But to my surprise, Krystal agreed.

  “Go get Emma, she’ll want to be there too,” I said.

  Clarence went to get our little sister, who was working at the tasting room, and I went to get in a quick shower before Krystal arrived.

  There were particular disadvantages to a Victorian style bathroom, not the least having to get over the side of a claw foot bathtub to get within range of the shower head. A skill which could have easily become an Olympic event.

  The water cascaded down from the broad, brass shower head, and rumbled down against the porcelain floor of the bath. I tried to hurry so I would be ready for Krystal’s arrival. I found myself looking forward to seeing her again, even though I couldn’t quite say why.

  By rights, I should have been annoyed. She crashed into the back of our truck and was trying to suggest something other than the perfectly reasonable compromise I had offered.
At the same time, I had to admire her spunk, and she was certainly easy on the eyes. The dress she was wearing the night of the collision did some wonderful things for her full, lovely figure. Accentuating her beautiful curves at the same time as concealing them. I realized how much I would like to see her naked. I briefly wondered if maybe I could convince her to sleep with me and I’d forget the money entirely.

  I couldn’t get her out of my head. Before long, my cock was getting hard at the very thought of her. The hardon was as raging as it was quick, and urgent action was definitely required. Wrapping my hand around my throbbing shaft, I slowly began to stroke. I focused on the shaft at first before moving up to the swollen head, letting the pleasure wash over me as the water came down. My thoughts turned to Krystal. Her full, lush tits and sweet, curvy ass stretching against her work dress, yearning to be free. I imagined her in that dress, and those adorable little sneakers, sitting on my bed in my room waiting patiently for me.

  In this little fantasy, I was naked as I walked from the door, the hardwood floor cool under my bare feet, my massive erection straining in her direction as I approached. The sight of it drew her attention from my eyes. Krystal licked her lips as she stared at my big hard cock. A clear, unconscious indication of what she wanted. And I was more than happy to grant her wish.

  Standing in front of her, I gently slipped off her glasses, placing them on the bedside table, and took her head in my hands. Using the least amount of force possible, I guided her down to my cock, watching it disappear into her warm, wet little mouth. Sweet little sucking sounds joined her warm, pleasured moans, muffled by my cock, as she sucked me off. Her lovely lips caressed my shaft as she swirled her tongue around the head to add to an already wonderful mouth hug. I moaned softly as she pleasured me, stroking her hair to urge her on.

  She worked my cock until I felt like I was on the edge of coming, so I pulled back, stroking her cheek as I did so. Her tongue followed my retreating cock, desperate for more. Tilting her head back, I gave her my tongue, the two of us locking into a passionate kiss.

  Taking the bottom of her shirt, I pulled it up and over her head as we made out. My naughty little minx wasn’t wearing anything under it. Her luscious young form revealed to me was like a statue being unveiled. Art of the absolute finest.

  I took her tits in my hands and massaged them lightly as we continued to make out. As I paid particular attention to her hard nipples, the pleasure made her moan. At least, as much as she could with her lips and tongue being so busy.

  Sliding my hands the length of her body, savoring the feel of every inch of her tender flesh, I made it down to her knees and slowly opened her legs. I felt her gasp slightly at the feel of the cool air tickling the outside of her sweet little cunt but it didn’t at all sound like a bad sound. As a test, I slipped a hand up between her legs, pressing it to her tender, pink pussy lips. It made her jerk and moan in surprise and pleasure. She didn’t pull away though. Instead, she pushed her hips forward to press her delicate lips harder against the palm of my hand. I massaged her in gentle circles, keeping my other hand working her tit as I did so, our passionate lip lock still not entirely breaking.

  Making sure she was nice and wet to make things as easy as possible, I slid two fingers up inside Krystal, her pussy hugging me in greeting. Moving my mouth down to her chest, I sucked her tits, alternating between each as I fingered her, teasing her clit with my thumb. I savored every gasp and moan as she trembled against me. It didn’t take much of this tender attention before she came, the orgasm exploding out of her. Krystal howled her pleasure as she came all over my hand. Cleaning us both off, I pushed her down onto her back in preparation for what was to come. Krystal obeyed like a good girl, even opening her legs for me as I got into position.

  Standing between her open legs as they rested on the edge of the bed, I lifted them one by one, and placed them over my arms so her knees met my elbow. It was one of the best ways I knew of to account for our clear and considerable height difference, Krystal’s head barely came up to my shoulder.

  Krystal moaned sweetly as I stroked the head of my cock against her tender cunt. She was fairly young and still really tight and, despite the orgasm she had just had, I wanted to make sure she was absolutely ready before sliding my cock inside her.

  She let out a moan and a little bit of a cry as I eased the bulk of my massive cock into her tight young pussy. Soon enough, she relaxed as her pussy adjusted to being filled up so completely, and she ended up talking a little more than half my cock with relative ease.

  “Let me know if it hurts,” I said caressing her cheek.

  Krystal nodded in reply and I started to gently work inside her. Pumping her tight little pussy with slow, soft strokes at first, eventually building up to a steady rhythm. Krystal’s moans matched the beat of my cock working inside her.

  After what seemed like an eternity of pure pleasure, I could feel Krystal’s sweet pussy tighten around me at the same time my own orgasm started to gather.

  We came together in a beautiful, ecstatic union, my massive load unleashing into her beautiful cunt in my head as I came in the shower back in reality.

  Chapter Four - Jayden

  It was almost as if time was going slower. A scientific impossibility I knew, but that didn’t change how I was perceiving things. We all sat at the table in the conference room. Clarence and I had put on our suits, trying to look as officious as possible. Emma was still in her waitress uniform, deciding she didn’t have time to change before the presentation. I wasn’t quite sure she knew what Clarence and I were doing, but I doubted it. She’d likely be pissed at us if she did.

  I couldn’t help being excited. I was actually fidgeting in my seat as we waited for the appointed time. Krystal arriving late would have been reason enough to reject her proposal out of hand. Truthfully, I really wanted the proposal to flop. I had no particular desire to see her fail or make her sad. I just wanted to have the opportunity to take her aside, all care and empathy, and suggest that she spend the night with me as a way to pay off what she owes. No money or waitressing service required.

  More than that, I was sure her idea for the party was crazy even without having heard it yet. I knew exactly how such things were supposed to go. It was important that the guests see how classy and upscale Clavis Wine was. Serving it couldn’t help but make their restaurants and bars classier just by the association. I pictured black-tie waiters, shining silver and a string quartet. It would be just like every upscale party I’d been to, which were so similar they all tended to blur into each other. But I remembered having a good time. Kind of.

  At exactly one minute to noon, Krystal’s car pulled into the lot outside the tasting room and she hustled up to the door. She was dressed in a warm overcoat of some vintage design, with a dress underneath from what I could tell. Her legs were bare. Part of me hoped it was the same dress she had been wearing at the restaurant.

  Krystal wasted no time in going to the middle of the room to start her presentation. Again, I had to admire her gumption. With a few quick moves, she had the coat unbuttoned and on the floor, along with all three of our jaws.

  She was scorching hot, in a very sexy little elf’s outfit completely with full corset. She was so unbelievably hot that it actually made my dick hurt as it stood at full attention in my suddenly too-tight suit pants. It was all I could do not to literally drool.

  “Costume balls,” she started, “are usually associated with Halloween. But why? Is October 31st really the only time adults can dress up and have fun? No, I say! There are places in this big wide world that don’t have Halloween at all. As a result, they are much more open to costume balls. Fun, ornate and overall classy affairs, where guests can really let loose. I propose to you that a Christmas Costume Ball is just the thing to impress your buyers. The novelty is a strength rather than a weakness, and they will remember you, if nothing else, and in this fast paced world of mind-share, is that not the most important fact
or in building a successful brand?”

  It sounded odd to me, but that could have been because I’d never heard of such a thing before. She certainly had a point about originality and standing out in buyers’ minds. Besides, she looked so drop-dead gorgeous in her sexy little elf outfit, I found myself really coming around to the idea.

  “I see,” I said, feigning neutrality, “and where would we get the costumes for such an original and unique event?”

  “I’m glad you asked, sir. The thing is, I make them. It is kind of my side job along with the steakhouse. I made this little number, and can outfit the waitresses similarly. I still intend to do that, of course. We made a deal, and I will honor it. Perhaps Emma could be outfitted as an angel, and you two fine gents could be reindeer.”

  I can’t help but make a face. “I think I would prefer something a bit more distinguished. For me at least. Emma as an angel makes perfect sense.”

  I didn’t have to look to know my baby sister was blushing, but it didn’t make my statement any less true. She was honestly one of the kindest people I’d ever known, without a cruel or devious bone in her body. It still amazed me that she and Clarence were twins.

  “Okay, how about Santa? He is the boss of everything, much like you.”

  I was a bit surprised, partly by the suggestion, but more so by how much I actually liked it. Santa really was the ultimate micromanager, after all. Not exactly distinguished in the usual sense, but still a lot better than a reindeer.

  “Perhaps. But Santa would look a bit silly with only one reindeer.”

  “Clarence could be an angel, too,” she offered, “They do look pretty similar.”

  “Makes sense. I like it. What do you guys think?”

  “A bit weird but, like you say, that’s not really a bad thing,” Clarence said.

  “I think it’s wonderful,” Emma said, making me stained to hear her from the other end of the table.

  “So you’re still going to waitress for us?” I asked, testing her.