The Billionaire's Sextape: An Adult Billionaire Romance

by Cj Howard

  “I did.”

  “So, will you leave now, please?”

  “I’ll leave. But James?”

  “Yeah?”

  “One final kiss?”

  “Are you serious?”

  “I’m serious.”

  He looked at her then. Her body squeezed into yet another tiny dress. He walked up to her, pulled her toward him, and then kissed her. When he pulled away, she started moving down his body, unzipping his jeans.

  “No, Tammy, what are you doing?”

  “Just one last time. For old times’ sake, James.” And before he could say anything else, she had taken his cock into her mouth and was sucking it until he hardened inside of her. It didn’t take long for him to come. But instead of the intense pleasure he normally felt, he actually felt a strange sense of guilt.

  “Thank you Tammy.”

  “Should I stay?” she asked. She suddenly seemed so vulnerable to him, and he reminded himself how much she usually annoyed him.

  “No. You should go.”

  “So, that’s it then? We’re still over?”

  “We’re still over.”

  “You really are a bastard. You know that, James?”

  He sighed, “I know.”

  Chapter3

  “Did you really go home with that cute guy the other day?”

  “Yeah, I did. He paid well,” Delilah was telling Melissa. The two of them were sitting at Delilah’s home in the late afternoon before their work shift began. Delilah’s place was close to their work, and Melissa came by often so that the two of them could spend some quality time together.

  “I bet he did. He looked so familiar, too. Do you think he’s famous?”

  “I don’t know. I thought the same thing, but I couldn’t quite place him. Maybe he’s a movie star and I didn’t even know it. You know what it’s like – those guys always look different in real life.” Delilah had wondered the whole night where she had known his face from.

  She only knew his name, and James was such a common name that looking it up would bring too many results. She had considered asking her boss tonight as she had probably seen his credit card or something. Not that it really mattered who he was – it didn’t make a difference to her – but still, it would be interesting to know.

  It was always interesting to see the type of men that went to their establishment. Often, it wasn’t the type of men they would assume would go. The big and boisterous types were more talk than anything else. Most of the time it was the quiet ones that she ended up with. But James had certainly not been quiet.

  “Yeah, but he was gorgeous up close, too, wasn’t he?” Melissa was saying.

  “He was. Thankfully. I mean… and I hate saying this… but I actually quite enjoyed myself for a change.” Delilah looked guiltily at Melissa. Melissa was always telling her to try to enjoy herself. She said it just made the job easier. But Delilah had always battled to separate herself from her job. She couldn’t pretend as well as the other girls – even though she’d been doing the job for far longer than she had ever wanted to.

  It was easier than when she had first started, but she still couldn’t completely let go of the idea that it wasn’t what she wanted to do with her life. There were a few girls at Betsy’s who had decided that they didn’t want to ever do anything else – and that was something she couldn’t understand.

  “Finally! I knew you’d enjoy it one day. And it’s obvious you would with such a cute guy. Look, Lilah, don’t feel guilty. Okay? Because I can see in your face that you do. I know this is just a job, and it’s not exactly something we’re proud of.

  But we’re doing this in order to eventually get to the point where we can do something we’re proud of. You’re not a bad person because of this. And don’t say that you are because then you’ll be calling me a bad person too. Every now and again, if you enjoy yourself doing it, that’s actually a good thing. You can’t be miserable every day.”

  Delilah sighed and looked at Melissa. When they had first met, Delilah thought that Melissa was one of the prettiest and cutest girls she had ever seen. She had a cute button-like nose, big brown eyes, and a tiny body that was so childlike. She looked like someone who needed to be protected from the big, bad world.

  Yet lately, Delilah had noticed how tired Melissa was now looking. How weathered she was from all of it. Her eyes were still big and brown, but they looked like they had seen too much. Delilah reached out and squeezed her hand. She wasn’t sure if she would have been able to do any of this without her.

  “You’re not a bad person. Neither am I. That’s not what I’m saying. But when are we ever going to get out of this? I mean… both of us came into this job saying that it wouldn’t be forever. And yet here we are – years later – and we’re still here. I’ve tried to find other work, but nobody will take me without any experience. And most of the time I’m just too damn tired to go out there and look for anything.

  I feel like I’m wasting my life away. We both deserve better than this, Melissa. Do you sometimes think that we’ve made it worse for ourselves by getting into this in the first place?”

  Melissa looked at her with eyes that were close to tears. But they both knew that she would never cry. She’d cried too many times, and her tears had now run dry.

  “I don’t know, Lilah. I don’t know. Sometimes. Of course I do. I try not to think about it too much because then I get so angry at myself. I tried to get another job, but they all paid too little and demanded too much. I needed money fast, and this seemed the only way.

  We’re both in the same boat. We did this to get ourselves out of a sticky situation. And now that we’re almost out of it, we’re scared to go back out there in the real world. And I don’t know… sometimes it doesn’t seem all that bad. I mean… there are worse jobs out there, don’t you think?”

  “I guess. I’m sure there are. But it doesn’t mean we should be settling on this job just because we’re scared. Why don’t we both try together? Like, we look for jobs together – go for interviews together. Maybe we can help each other through the situation. We can still work at Betsy’s until then.”

  “Yeah. Maybe. But what are we going to say we’ve been doing with our lives? Because they’re going to ask us, you know.”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Me neither.”

  “And I cannot go through an embarrassing interview again, you know,” Melissa added. Melissa had once gone for an interview that had actually gone incredibly well until the boss started saying that he was sure he knew her from somewhere. She had, of course, denied it and said that she just had one of those familiar faces. But as she had gotten up to leave, he had remembered.

  After that, he had said that she could get the job as long as she didn’t mind doing special favors for him. She’d walked out in so much anger that she hadn’t gone to another interview for months. To this day, she still freaked out every time she had to talk to someone who wasn’t from work, in case they recognized her.

  “I know,” Delilah said.

  They both went silent for a while. Most of the time when they got together before work they spoke about trivial things – movies, music, the other girls at Betsy’s. They never really spoke about anything of importance. And they certainly never spoke about their life situation.

  It was just so much easier to pretend. But lately it was all that Delilah could think about, and now that she had spoken to Melissa, she knew that it was probably all that Melissa could think about too. But they both had no idea what to do about it.

  “So… should we lighten the mood? Have you watched any good movies lately? I saw such a good one last night, and I’ve been dying to tell you about it.”

  Delilah sat back and let Melissa talk. It was easier this way. It was just too hard to think about anything else, especially when they felt this trapped. Delilah knew that they had gotten themselves into this situation – whether they had needed to or not. She knew that there was nobody to blame but herself.
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  Delilah hadn’t exactly planned to become a stripper. That wasn’t quite the biggest dream of her life. Her dream had always been to become a novelist. She had novels in her head that were bursting to come out.

  But first she wanted to go to college. She wanted a degree to fall back on, in case she didn’t make it as a novelist. Although if she didn’t make it, she knew she still wanted to do something with the English language. She used to live and breathe words.

  If she wasn’t writing in her journal, she was reading, and her room used to have more books than clothes when she was growing up. She’d even applied to get into college and had been accepted. For a time, she’d thought that nothing was going to get in the way of her dreams.

  Soon, she even wondered if perhaps becoming an English professor was even better than becoming a novelist herself. The thought of teaching others the English language thrilled her. She’d decided that she’d do both. Nothing was going to stop her.

  Her parents had also been so supportive of her. They’d been struggling financially, so she’d taken a part-time job as a waitress to help pay toward her college tuition, but they had insisted that they would still be paying for her.

  She wasn’t sure how they were going to ever afford to do so, but she supposed it was something that they had been planning for. She knew that things weren’t easy for them, but they were good parents, so she wasn’t surprised that they would put her first.

  But on April 1st – an April Fool’s Day that she would never forget and a holiday that she would never again find funny – everything changed. Delilah had been out with her friends – spending frivolous time at the mall – when she received a phone call from the police. Her parents had been in a car accident.

  They told her to stay where she was and said that they would be there to fetch her. She couldn’t understand why they were coming to pick her up. . She kept telling herself that it was just protocol. That everything was going to be fine.

  She stayed at the mall with her friends for what felt like the longest half hour of her life. Her friends also told her that there was nothing to worry about. But the moment she saw the cop’s face, she knew that nothing was ever going to be fine again.

  “Miss Turner, we are very sorry to inform you that your parents did not survive,” a cop with a kind face told her. She wondered afterward if they had specifically chosen this cop to speak to her because of that kind face. She looked more like a doting mother than a police woman, and for some reason that had infuriated Delilah.

  “What do you mean? What do you mean? What do you mean?” Her words had gotten increasingly louder. Her voice didn’t even sound like her own. A shrill panic ran through them.

  “I’m so sorry, Miss Turner. Delilah. They did not survive.”

  “They’re dead?” Delilah had wanted to hear the words. Only hearing those words would make her believe them.

  “I’m afraid so.”

  “Why can’t you say it!” she had screamed.

  “What do you mean?” The cop had looked confused.

  “Why can’t you say they’re dead? They’re not dead if you can’t say it.”

  A pained looked crossed the cop’s face, and she had reached over to grab Delilah’s hand. But Delilah pulled away. “Your parents are dead. I am so terribly sorry for your loss.”

  They were dead. The words had been said. Everything that Delilah had known to be true about the world had suddenly come crashing down around her. She was too young to have her parents taken away from her. Too young.

  After that, she had finally allowed herself to cry, and she’d let the kind-faced police woman hug her. Then she had gone home to a house that was too big and too quiet by herself. The police had offered to put her up in a hotel room for the night, but she had said there was no point.

  But that first night, by herself, she’d wished that she had taken them up on their offer. She had just turned eighteen, and she had the right to stay at home should she want to. But that night she felt lonelier than ever, and she wished that she had been a child so that they would have forced her to stay with someone.

  She slept in the living room that night, with all of the blankets piled up on top of her. She couldn’t bear to look at her parents’ bedroom, but for some reason she couldn’t even bear to be in her own. She spent the whole night willing the morning to come.

  After that, it was just more bad news after more bad news. As if she didn’t already have her parents’ deaths to deal with, she had also been called by a lawyer to take her through the financial issues that her parents had been having.

  The man was kind but very matter of fact. It was obvious that he was used to dealing with numbers more than with people. For some reason, Delilah had quite liked that about him. He wasn’t at all patronizing and had treated her like an adult. He explained the situation to her.

  Her parents had still owed money on their house – far more than Delilah had even thought possible. They still owed money on their car – again, quite a lot. They owed money to the bank, after taking out more than one loan throughout the years, which Delilah knew had been to help raise her.

  “What about my college fees?” she had asked. Her voice had come out soft and meek. He may have been treating her like an adult, but in that moment, she felt more like a child than ever before. Especially because her parents had been keeping her so much in the dark.

  She thought about everything they’d bought her. When she had asked for something, she had always gotten it. She had the latest phone, which felt as if it were burning a hole inside her pocket at that moment.

  She had a wall filled with books. She even had a bicycle, which she knew had not been cheap. Why had they not just told her the truth rather than taken out loan after loan that they could not repay? She was both grateful to them and angry at them at the same time.

  “I’m terribly sorry, Delilah. They had been in conversations with the bank to get a loan for it, but it was turned down because of all the money they already owed. They obviously hadn’t told you yet because they were trying to make a plan. You know what they were like – they always tried to make a plan.”

  “I can’t pay to go to college?” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her parents had told her that she didn’t even need the waitress job. They had told her that they were sorting it all out for her. And she had believed them.

  “No. Not with their money. And unless we can find a way to come up with some cash quickly, you will also lose the house.”

  “Why don’t you sell the car then?”

  “We are already on that. But it’s nowhere near the amount needed to help with all the other fees, because even that is not fully paid up. Now, do you have any other family we can call to help with this? Any aunts or uncles? Any cousins?”

  “I don’t. It was just the three of us.” The three of us. Delilah couldn’t quite believe that it was now just her. There was no more “three of us.

  The lawyer had looked uncomfortable. “Well, then we’ll have to look at selling the house.”

  “NO!” Delilah had interrupted. It was the only thing she had left of them. She’d lived her whole life in that house. It wasn’t anything special, but it was a part of them that she didn’t want to let go of. If she lived anywhere else, she wouldn’t have anything left of theirs. “I’ll pay for it.”

  “How?” he had asked frankly.

  “I’ll get a job, and I’ll pay it monthly. I’ll also pay toward all the money that they owe the bank. Please, sir. Please. I’ll do it – you just have to give me time. Surely if I’m paying a large sum to it every month, then I can eventually pay it off and there doesn’t have to be any trouble.”

  He had looked at Delilah then – the fierce determination that had crossed her face. “Okay then. I’ll give you a month to find yourself a job. But I’ll be honest, Delilah – it’s going to have to be a very high-paying one. There’s a minimum amount that you’ll have to pay each month, and it’s not going to be cheap. Are you s
ure you can do it?”

  “I can do it! I need a place to stay. And I don’t want to lose the house.”

  “What about college?” His voice had gone soft then – a sudden kindness ran through it as he put his work aside.

  “I’ll put it on hold for a year. It can wait. I’ll sort this out. I promise.”

  Delilah had held onto that promise. She still hadn’t quite finished paying everything back, but she was close. But her dream of going back to college still seemed far away. A year had not been nearly long enough to sort everything out. But she held onto that dream. She refused to let it go. She may have lost a part of herself. She may have lost her parents. But she wouldn’t ever lose her ability to dream.

  “Hello!!! Earth to Lilah! Have you been listening to a word that I’ve said?”

  Delilah blinked. She’d been in that lawyer’s office in her mind. Now she was sitting at home with Melissa. “I’m sorry. I think I’m just tired.”

  “Well, you better find some energy. It’s time to go to work.”

  ***

  Delilah spent the rest of the evening going through her usual routine at work. Her first few weeks on the job had been terrifying. They’d made her go onstage with very little clothing and slowly start to take even those pieces off. They made her dance around the stage, around a pole, and then around the crowd.

  She had no idea what she was doing. She didn’t know how to dance. The other girls had been so confident, and she had felt like an imposter. She had never been the type of girl who had worried much about the way she looked, but those first few weeks, she’d felt far too exposed.

  She’d worried about every single part of her body and had berated and belittled herself more than she should have. She’d spent the rest of the evening of her first day in the toilet, crying.

  That was when she had met Melissa. Pretty Melissa with the big, kind eyes and the lovely smile. She’d taken Delilah under her wing and explained to her that all the girls felt the same on their first day.