How to Meet a Billionaire
Part 1 of The Billionaire Series
(A BBW BDSM Erotic Series)
By Sasha Livingston
Published By Sasha Livingston
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How to Meet a Billionaire
My horniness and a computer started this. My curiosity and affinity for dating websites had led me to meeting this man I had only known a week. Knowing him was a loose term. Rather my past seven days of texting and emails of intense flirting was my extent of knowing Brian.
Finally, we were meeting after flirting, sexting, and many nights that left me masturbating. I insisted it be during the day, a lunch date to be exact in a place of my choosing. Now I waited, using his profile picture as my distraction. The picture was only of his face, electric blue eyes staring back at me with a clenched jaw and an expression that would lead one to believe that he never smiled.
With every person that walked past me I glanced to see if it was him.
He was late, but with a face like his I could wait. In the meantime, I reread his dating profile. In the area that described his personality he wrote, “Hard to love.” That was exactly how I felt sometimes. But of course this would probably be a lie like the rest of the guys online. To get in a desperate girl’s pants, these men would say anything.
Little did anyone know, I was desperate for someone to get in my pants. I hadn’t had a boyfriend in three months, sex in five months, and good sex in a longer time span than that.
I hope he likes big girls. I crossed my fingers praying he wasn’t expecting a skinny appetizer instead of me as full course meal. I sipped water and thought of my Achilles heel. My weight being 5’9 with more curves than a California highway. I always deferred to my size as a point of reference when I was nervous. Many times I used my culprit when things went wrong.
If Brian didn’t like me, it would be because my breasts were bigger than one hand full. Or that my ass wasn’t small enough for single digit clothing sizes. For some reason, I just couldn’t process the fact that everything wasn’t always about my weight. Plus I hated the game Men tried to play with plus size women. They assumed we all have super low self-esteem, so they try to prey and pounce on us like hungry lions in the jungle. I was no gazelle, but I sure as hell wasn’t a dummy either. I humored them and acted as if I didn’t know of their plans.
I was a plus sized girl and for some reason men assumed my brain cells decreased as my waist size, expanded. Yet, here I was giving online dating a try since real life meeting people wasn’t working out for me.
“Kara?” I felt a long hand radiate heat through my bare shoulder. Looking up and staring back at me were the same blue eyes that I memorized from his profile.
“Brian?” I asked as if I didn’t know. His suit fit his frame perfectly like it was tailored just for him. His sand colored brown hair looked meticulously styled with not one hair out of place. But that facial expression was exactly the same, void of hair and a square box like jawline that was hard like a fist ready to jab.
I gave a nervous giggle as I put out my hand to shake his. Long fingers clasped my hand in a firm shake. As big as I thought I was, under Brian’s glare I felt two inches tall.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.” He didn’t return my smile, nor did he frown. More like an indifferent neutral expression. Serious like this was a business meeting deal instead of a date. “I had a meeting that ran over.” He said now glancing around the bar.
“So this is where you wanted to meet?” He asked questioning my choices. I swallowed hard. Feeling a tinge of embarrassment at my choice for our first date.
“Yeah, I feel safe here. I know the place.” I defended the dive bar that stood as my makeshift safe haven. The Shack was a legendary place that served me on many nights of cramming, drinking binges, and pure boredom.
Dressed like he was expecting more of a fine dining establishment. Instead of table clothed clad tables there were old wooden booths with words carved into the dark oak wood from patrons long gone. Tonight it served as the interview area for my date with Brian.
“Very well.” He slid in the booth opposite me. Sitting face to face with him seemed unreal as if I were in one of my dreams. One of the more vivid ones I had been having for a week since we decided to meet. They always ended with me in some compromising position. One had us both 69 style in the forest. My head in between his legs and he in between mine. The thought of it caused me to fan myself with the menu.
I shook the images away as a waitress, Miranda, came back to take our order.
“Oh. How are you?” Miranda said giving Brian the eye. She twirled her ginger colored hair with her pen as she gawked at Brian. I couldn’t blame her, as he was more attractive in person than on his profile picture if that were possible. She glanced at me with the look of awe probably trying to verify if I noticed he was gorgeous. Brian looked over the two paged brown menu, but his lips never departed from a frown. Perfect, that meant he didn’t like this place.
Miranda was still there giving me the googly eyes and pointing to Brian with her eyes. She mouthed the words hot right before he looked up at her.
“Just ice water with lemon for me thanks.” He said handing her the menu.
“Just my usual Miranda. Thanks.” She grinned and walked off saying nothing. My usual consisted of a cheeseburger with bacon and fries with cheese. As she walked off I followed Miranda with my eyes, thinking that maybe I should have canceled the order. It was a little awkward for someone to watch you eat.
Turning back to Brian, his attention was his eyes were stuck on me. An intense stare into his ocean like eyes. Breathe Kara I told myself as I engaged in his game of chicken, the staring addition anyway. My heart felt like the fluttering of a hummingbird's wings; he had me frazzled. With any other guy, I was slick, quick witted, but with him I was...flustered. It was easy being flirty and bold through emails and over the phone, but in person I was afraid of this man.
“So you were afraid to meet me at night?” He spoke still not breaking eye contact. No warming up for this man; he went straight for the gusto.
“Just thought it would be safer to meet here?” The other choice was my house, and that wasn’t a good idea on the first meeting.
“From the way you act on the computer, I’m surprised anything could scare you.” I stopped myself from chuckling. I could see he wasn’t amused and showing weakness wasn’t attractive. Thinking of all the ways I taunted him, but it was hard to read someone through a monitor. Now here at this table he looked ready to fight back.
“I thought the same about you.” I looked down, focusing on a signature in the table trying to avert his stare as I squeezed my thighs together under the table. I thought of all of the things he claimed he would do to me, the things I thought were
a lie but now seemed possible.
Miranda reappeared with his water. Her eyes still big as grapefruits eyeing Brian, but he paid no attention to her. Which was weird, all the guys usually paid attention to Miranda. She scurried off, and he said nothing as he placed two lemons in the water stirring them around with a straw.
“Would you let someone take control of you?” He blurted out the question. Looking at me, he searched my confused expression.
“Ummm...you mean like take care of me? If I’m sick or break a leg or something.” My nervous giggle overcame me again. I wasn’t sure what he meant. He did some mumbling under his breath picking up his now vibrating phone and tapping some keys.
“Sorry, that was work.” He sipped his water eyeing the caveman like carvings on the booth from the previous bar customers.
“Why did you ask me that? Like...what did you mean?”
“It’s just a question.” As if he asked me something simple like the weather or the color of the sky. The weather actually would have been better to lead in with instead of this verbal war we were in.
“So you don’t have a girlfriend you…correct?” Men scouting for their mistresses online calling themselves single was like an epidemic of online dating.
That question provoked a small chuckle from Brian as he took a sip of his water.His pink lips wrapped around the straw. I wanted to kiss those lips, moisten them with my tongue.
“I’m not the boyfriend type. I’m not that easy to be in a relationship with.” There was no break in eye contact when he said that.
Now this made no sense. Was this the same man that I sent so many messages to? The one that longed for a relationship like a previous one that went bad. Telling me of the ways he wanted me to please him.
“That’s not exactly what you said before.” This was one hell of an initial meeting. Already we were coming to a disagreement.
“Well, I remember telling you that I wanted a relationship but I didn’t say boyfriend.” Now he was right that was what he said.
I guess he was right, but this now sounded weird. What did he really want then?
“So you just want to toy with girls on websites?” I saw a tinge of annoyance pass through his face.
“That mouth is going to get you in trouble one day.”
“It already has.” I shot back. Playing this verbal tennis match with him was fun. Thinking of all the times in grade school that I served detention for mouthing off to one of the Nuns made me cringe. I was a grown woman now and could say what I wanted.
“I like that about you. That you speak your mind,” He glanced around as if to see who was listening. “You don’t often find those qualities in a submissive.”
“In a what.” That ‘S’ word he used almost sounded like an insult.
His eyebrows raised, tilting his head as if he were unsure of what my problem was and couldn’t figure it out.
“That word you used. What does that mean?” His furrowed brow stared at me as if I were speaking a different language.
“What do you mean? You are Kara from online right.” He looked around the bar as if he were in the wrong place.
“Yes but you lost me at being submissive.” That was a word I heard in marriages about the wife succeeding to their husband. I wasn’t sure why Brian was using it now.
“The site we were on…” His voice trailed off as if he were trying to find the words. “Do you know what it was for?”
Now that must have been a rhetorical question, but the way he looked at me, Brian was, in fact, waiting on an answer.
“Ummm a dating site right?” His lips, shit I just noticed them. Thin succulent pieces of flesh that I wanted to kiss.
“Yes but...you put BDSM on your profile.”
“Yeah, that’s the one for big plus size girls right?” I looked down at myself. My low neckline, pudgy stomach. Did he not notice that I wasn’t a twig? I was serious, but Brian let out a laugh that radiated through the bar. He shook his head, closing his eyes and putting a hand to his forehead. Whatever I said must have been completely wrong or right...I wasn’t sure.
“It is the badge for bondage, dominance, sadism, and masochism. Do you know what any of that means?” It was my turn to shake my head, but there was no laughing. All of it sounded serious.
“I...I had no idea.” I was putting it all together in my head. I remember distinctly having a bad day dealing with bills and student loan budgeting and Miranda suggested I try out this new site but she never explained much after that.
Brian eyed me putting the pieces together.
“So you think I’m an escort.” My face was a stone of seriousness.
“No, that’s not what it is either,” He took on a face of a teacher informing a pupil. “There doesn’t have to be any money exchanged. It’s a different kind of sexual experience.”
The mention of “S” word put me on alert. This was creepy, and I’m not sure if I’m comfortable with it. Brian must have sensed my distress.
“What made you come on the site anyway?”
I explained the recommendation of my roommate and that she neglected to explain what everything meant. I thought it was just a cute name or way of describing plus size women.
“I think you are confused with BBW. That is for big beautiful women.” Now I was thoroughly embarrassed. It seems that I wasn’t good at this online dating thing either.
“I see we had a failure in communication.” Was his response as he rubbed his bare chin.
Miranda appeared again with my food, but I had suddenly lost my appetite. Before she could ask, I demanded a glass of wine. I needed a drink after this exchange.
“I’ll take a glass of scotch on the rocks.” I guess the feeling was mutual for Brian, as well. Miranda disappeared again leaving us alone.
“Well I would ask is this your first time but I know the answer to that.” He said as he removed his suit jacket. The finely pressed white shirt underneath revealed the cinder blocks he had for arms. The imprint of his muscles under the thin fabric flexed at me.
At that moment, I wanted to reach out and touch his arm, but now didn’t seem like the right time. Miranda reappeared with his scotch setting it down on the table softly. She was also eyeing what I saw. We were too much alike in that respect.
Long fingers wrapped around the glass of scotch he now had to his full lips. I wanted to kiss him, taste the tangy alcohol off his tongue, but I quickly snapped out of that fantasy.
“So if the site is S...submissives or something. Then what does that make you?”
“A dominant.” He said sitting up straight and staring me down again. That word described Brian exactly. The way he seemed to take over our conversation, and even the way he interacted with me online. Everything was beginning to make sense.
“So I guess this is not your first time.” I wanted to get up and run away. I just wanted to meet a nice guy, have some fun. Maybe get some cock and a good orgasm but now I had to deal with this.
I was about to speak when someone approached the table.
“Kara.” Looking up, I saw the last face I wanted to see.
“James.” It was my ex-boyfriend. The asshole that wanted his cake and eat it too. The cake being two other women and me being his side desert.
“Nice seeing you here.” James said with his messy hair and biker boy looks. Being with him was my rebellious phase as James was way beyond convention. James turned his attention to Brian. I saw a twinge of irritation cross his face as he noticed I was on a date.
“Hey, I didn’t catch your name.” James held out his hand with the fakest of grins on his face.
“I never gave it to you.” Brian said not bothering to shake James’ hand. I didn’t blame him. James was like a dog with fleas, and no one was exempt from catching whatever he had. It seemed as if everyone in the restaurant felt the tension; the room seemed to quiet down and eyes were on our table.
“Well, who are you?” James was crossing the line. He ran fingers through his hair
shifting the long greasy mess to the back of his head. That was the same thing he did when we were together when he was getting pissed. The day we broke up it was no longer his business whom I entertained. I was sipping water so I couldn’t answer, but Brian did that for me.
“I’m Kara’s boyfriend.” I almost spit my water out on both of them.
How did I go from a date to a submissive, and now to a girlfriend in five minutes?
*****
James dismissed himself after the revelation of my having a boyfriend. Only if he knew that I was as shocked as he was to find that out. Frustrated like a kid that couldn’t get his way, James stomped off from our table in his black motorcycle boots. Brian was un-phased and answered a call on his cell. That gave me time to rejuvenate my heart after they both caused it to stop beating.
“Ok, sorry. Work again.” Brian said putting his phone down. “Anyway. Back to this business.”
Business, is that what we were doing?
“You didn’t have to do that.” I explained “He was just an old boyfriend. I’m not your girlfriend.” He watched me fumble through my words.
“I know that. Just helping you out.” The ocean that was his eyes were hard to read. It was as if he was enjoying me squirm.
“Ummm…I think I made a mistake.” I told him ready to make my exit. This was more than I bargained for.
“How so? We are both adults; we can find a reasonable agreement.” Brian made it sound like an acquisition of a company, not my time, love, and or affection. Not to mention sex, but wait he said that may or may not be on the menu. I went to take a gulp of my wine only to find that I had already downed the entire glass. This wasn’t like me to drink so fast. I was way out of my element with this man.
Scanning the restaurant looking for Miranda, but she was near the bar talking to a co-worker and pointing at Brian. No doubt they were talking about how handsome he was. At the moment, he was the source of my huge anxiety, not eye candy.
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