The Billionaire Bad Boy Plan

by Michelle Love

  Alright, Sienna. Play...

  Okay, so Mr. Ellis left the room and then two women have entered. One is wearing a long brown jacket and the other is wearing a dress. A blond and a brunette. Wow, they look like models.

  Mr. Ellis re-entered the room and sat behind his desk. The two women started to look at each other and shit… they start kissing. Not the type of kiss that you do for friendship, but the long passionate kiss that lovers or partners do. Oh, my God. They were now undressing each other in a hurry and grabbing at each other's breasts. The blond is pulling on the brunette’s nipples. Shit, I might need to pause this and tell Mr. Ellis.

  "Jeremy, is Mr. Ellis free at the moment?"

  "No, he has finished his meeting and has gone home for the day. Can I help you with anything?"

  "No, no. I can discuss it with him tomorrow. Thanks."

  The play button sits in front of me, now. I will watch it but only watch. I am not taking notes on whatever is happening here. Jesus, this man has got balls. Fucking and frolicking in his office.

  Okay play...the blond moves to the brunette's inner thigh and they are both wearing a bra and suspenders. Mr. Ellis sits watching them and only looks slightly interested.

  The blond moves to her knees and pulls the other’s panties down. The brunette lays down on the lounge and opens her legs. She licks her pussy while pulling on a nipple and the brunette is obviously enjoying it as she bites her lip. Jesus.

  The blond moves up and kisses the brunette's face, then places her fingers inside her frigging vigorously. Mr. Ellis' interest grows, but only again, slightly. He watches them but stays behind the desk. I can’t believe it.

  The blond keeps her fingers going in and out and the brunette comes with intensity. She gets up and lies on the blond kissing her neck and fondling her breasts. The brunette moves over to her handbag, and opens it, pulling out a large flesh-colored dildo. The blond lays back with her legs open facing Mr. Ellis and is fucked hard with the dildo by the brunette who is enjoying watching the blond. The brunette slows down the movement and when she is about to cum, pushes faster in and out more vigorously.

  The blond is extremely happy with her orgasm and continues kissing the brunette. She then moves over to Mr. Ellis and tries to remove his jacket, obviously hoping for more.

  Mr. Ellis shakes his head in a no and ushers the women out of his room. He lies down on the lounge and opens his zipper. His cock is let out and it is enormous.

  Pause.

  Oh shit, I don't know if I should watch this. Sienna, get a hold of yourself, it's only a video. Press play.

  Play…

  Mr. Ellis' hand moves up and down his shaft and he is very horny from the two women that have cum in his office. He moves it vigorously up and down the shaft with his hand. He grabs his balls with his other hand. I feel myself getting wetter as I watch him masturbate. His shirt is open and his muscles burst out into the open. Christ, he’s too hot.

  He quickens the movement of his hand. I think he is about to cum as his face grimaces in pleasure. His cum lands on his belly and some on his legs. I feel my vagina tighten as it wants Mr. Ellis’ cock inside me again. I feel so horny, but I have one video left. God, what will it be this time, a male prostitute?

  I sit for a moment and wonder whether or not Mr. Ellis realizes that the women are in the video that I am watching. The handwritten sheet was actually prepared by Jeremy, so maybe not. It just says, ‘Mr. Ellis, Ms. Barton, and Ms. Garrison’.

  Jeremy would only have a list of appointments and probably had no idea that they weren't clients. Or are they? Mr. Ellis has a taste for the finer things, that's for sure. I still couldn't understand why he had chosen me. I was pretty plain in comparison to women who did that kind of thing. Jenna would have loved this role. Filled with scandal and awkwardness. She would not be nervous. She never got nervous about anything. She was always in control. Unlike me. I was a rabbit stuck in a hole that was too small.

  I still couldn't understand why he had refused to be pleasured by the two gorgeous women. Would he rather masturbate instead of being pleasured by lesbians or bisexuals? It seemed a bit strange. Maybe he just liked to watch. But then, that didn't explain what he had done to me... and with me. Mmm, I’d have to think about it more, while I continue to remain strictly professional, of course.

  Okay, last one. A fat, bald man and Mr. Ellis. I think this one will be tame. Okay, half an hour until five-thirty, then you can go home Sienna. Take notes and then you can definitely have a nice warm shower and some tuna mornay for dinner if there's any left when you get back to campus.

  JONATHAN

  Great day today. My mousy brown would have watched the prostitutes on the video tape. Mmm, they were delicious. I wonder if it turned her on. Let's take a look at the computer after my shower. Sometimes these suits can be so damn restrictive.

  Yes, all freshened up, now. Okay fast forward and play. Okay her face is not too shocked when the girls start kissing. Mhm, she is biting her lip.

  She is turned on by the lesbians. I didn't think that she would be. Yes, her lip runs over her mouth as the blond is... fuck… Sienna, I would rather watch your reaction to the lesbians than the lesbians themselves. My cock is hard for you. I can't play with you until tomorrow. I will have to see you in my office. Fuck.

  Yep. Your eyes can't help but watch and you still bite your lip at it. Fuck yeah. Okay now the lesbians go, and I am on the couch wanking off. Ooh, you are leaning back. Your shirt is showing your hard, erect nipples and your eyes can't move from my shaft. Yes, I knew it. You're wet from looking at my cock. You enjoyed the foreplay of the lesbians which was a treat, but now you are thinking about my hard cock. Oh yeah. Your eyes are blinking minimally so you can keep looking. I know you are hot for me, mousy brown. Fuck yeah, what a good girl you are, watching me cum like that. You will be easier to train than I first thought.

  Okay, let's see the face as I cum. Yep, immediate biting of the lip. She definitely wants me in her tight pussy again. I don't know, maybe I should make her wait a little more. She wants to be professional. Mmm, okay yeah, let's let her get super horny for me and then tease her some more. It was her idea to play the professional card, so let's see how much she can really handle. I will wear my best suit and vest tomorrow. Leave the stubble on my face, and ignore her all day after our nine o'clock appointment together.

  I think I will have to masturbate before work in the morning so I can stay away from her. Fuck, I want her. She has this smell that drives me fucken crazy. I don't know how to play with her yet, but my devious mind will come up with something soon, I know it will!

  I think I need to rewind her watching the lesbians and then me. Shit, my cock is so hard. I can't help but rub myself while I watch my mousy brown. Fuck, Sienna. I can imagine you sitting on me and moving to your own rhythm. This is going to be a very sexy summer indeed.

  Oh, fuck, yeah, I'm cumming.

  Now where did I place the tissues?

  SIENNA

  Back at the dorm and I couldn't stop thinking about my first day. It was really eventful. I had told Mr. Ellis that everything was to remain or at least start being professional. Then, yes, he had accepted it well. Then I found out that I had to watch the interview video, where he fucked me on the desk. Oh God, not again. My wetness has begun. Jesus, Sienna, are you addicted to sex or something?

  Then I had to watch two lesbians get off with each other, then he masturbated. Oh God, I'm horny. Jenna won't be home for a few hours yet. She's got that debate thing on that always lasts until at least nine-thirty.

  Where is it? My dildo. It's usually underneath my bras. Oh, good, there it is. I think I can remain professional and just cum in my dorm room. My dildo won't break my heart or stuff up my concentration.

  Oh yeah… I can feel Mr. Ellis inside me again on the bonnet of the SAAB. My nipples are erect and I want him to fuck me hard. Oh yes, damn, his cock is relentless as it keeps pummelling inside me. I can feel the breeze rush over me, in
the cool air of the night.

  "Oh yeah, please fuck me, harder, faster."

  God, when I imagine my dildo is him, it feels sensationally good.

  "Oh oh, I'm cumming, Oh God, yes."

  Oh wow. I haven't been this horny since, well I don't know. My breath is still going fast. Wow, Sienna. Have you turned into some sort of sex maniac? Just because you had great sex with a tall, dark and desperately handsome stranger, who is now your boss. Jesus, this is like a weird movie.

  Alright just focus. Jonathan can no longer be part of your thoughts where anything intimate is concerned. He will only be your boss. A professional man who is just there to give direction. That's it. Get the job done and come home and veg out on the couch. Watch a movie or download some music. No sex stuff. It is interfering with the main goal.

  "Hey Sienna, I am home."

  "Was it boring?"

  I hope she doesn't notice my flushed face from cumming. Gee, that was close.

  "Nah, Professor Goldstone was summing the whole thing up pretty quickly and then we went for a late snack.”

  "Oh cool, I am about to go to bed anyway. Maybe we can catch a movie together tomorrow night?" I said.

  "Yeah sure Sien, I am going to jump straight in. I am pretty exhausted myself."

  I went to my bedroom and flicked off the light. I thought of my life before I'd met Jonathan Ellis. It had been so simple and extremely boring, really. I felt the endorphins from my orgasm rush all over and throughout my body. Yes, it was beautiful to feel that relaxed. It had the power of ten warm glasses of milk mixed with honey. My mom used to give me those as a child.

  I thought of mom and dad back at home in Ohio. I must remember to ring them soon. Mom would be wondering how my exams were going and dad would be desperate to tell me about his gardening. He loved giving me the whole story of how the roses were and when he picked the vegetables. He was quite endearing, the way he spoke of the garden.

  The two had been married for eighteen years and still loved each other as much as the day they met. They were the typical, happily married couple who wanted the same for me one day.

  I closed my eyes and thought of Dad in the garden. Mom would be watching him fondly out of the kitchen window like in a romantic love story. Dad would wave to her and bring her in some freshly cut roses for the table. It was truly beautiful, and they would be disappointed in my antics with Mr. Ellis if they ever found out. They were easy going, but very traditional. Definitely expecting me to marry a white collar Christian male, or something similar.

  I better get my head back in the game, because I had to marry a nice man one day. Someone safe and predictable. I get the feeling that Mr. Ellis was not any of those.

  JONATHAN

  Mmm, a quarter to nine. My vixen mousy brown will be arriving any moment now. I wonder if she will be wearing pants or a skirt. Hair up or down. Panties wet or dry. Mhm, we'll have to fix them if they are dry. Just teasing again today, we don't want to break the professional imaginary boundary that she has placed up. I will only offer her a drink at my favourite club after work. It will be completely professional. I will only wear my devilish grin.

  "Jeremy, any sign of Ms. Ruston yet?"

  "No Mr. Ellis but the elevator door is opening. Yes, it's her."

  "Great, make her wait until quarter past before letting her in here."

  "Yes, Mr. Ellis, sure thing."

  Okay now let me see. What will I say to her about the video data? Oh yes, that is great. I will definitely make her type her notes out after we speak. She can go into the Langdon Room again. A boring day will be just perfect until we go out for a drink.

  Yes, I will let her think she is in control by asking her out but not seeming that interested. After a boring day typing out her notes, she will be horny as fuck, especially when she sees the club that we will visit. Oh yeah, planned perfectly yet again if I do say so myself.

  SIENNA

  I am waiting for Jeremy to let me in the office. I know that it is going to be an awkward morning going through the body language tapes. I will tell him about the lesbians first so he that knows, I suppose. I don't know that he should allow it in the office. Usually, prostitutes are called to your house or met in some red light district. What's taking him so long? It is nine minutes past nine now, Mr. Ellis, and you wanted me here early!

  Jeremy was busy typing on his computer looking through his glasses. It's like this office is born with supermodels in it or something. How on earth are the women supposed to concentrate? I mean, I am not a tramp and I find it hard. All of the testosterone, cologne, Versace suits...

  "Mr. Ellis will see you know, Ms. Ruston."

  Jeremy smiled and he had obviously been dressed by the most expensive designer in lower Manhattan. Pushing through the door in earnest. Yes, there was Mr. Ellis wearing a light pink shirt accentuated by a light gray vest. His tanned complexion and brown eyes penetrated through and looked at me from behind his desk.

  "Ah, Ms. Ruston. Terribly sorry to keep you waiting. I was on the phone to the college."

  I looked at him as I stood unwavering in my professional stance, like a bull at a standoff. His presence was like the red flag that made me want to attack and devour him. But I knew better than to let his cologne and his sexy smile melt me, today. It was mind over matter. Mhm.

  "Good morning, Mr. Ellis."

  "Please sit down, Ms. Ruston."

  I sat on the lounge chair that had been used by the lesbians and remembered that I needed to bring that point up with Mr. Ellis as an immediate point.

  "One of the tapes was..."

  "Yes…" he said, waiting for my answer.

  He was moving to sit across from me now on the other, opposite lounge.

  "Well, I understand you must have quite a few different clients. Two women were in here, and they..."

  "Yes, Ms. Ruston?"

  I started to blush and I felt the heat pour over my face in a wretched quickness that was highly embarrassing. I decided to just spit it out, before I fainted on the floor, or something worse.

  "They did a lesbian act while you sat at your desk."

  "Oh yes, they did. They had just gotten back together after months of counselling. They were expressing their love for each other appropriately."

  I was taken back by his unbelievable, normal behaviour regarding the subject. Was it normal to watch clients unleash their sexuality in the office? I mean, was it even legal? My face reddened from the stupidity of Mr. Ellis' take on the whole thing.

  "Don't you think it's a bit unprofessional?"

  "Unprofessional would be me not allowing them to show their excitement for being back together again. Psychology needs acceptance. It is my duty to watch and collaborate information for the betterment of the society so then I help and counsel. It did not need to be reined in.”

  I was angry with him now. There was no man alive that would have not have appropriately suggested that they move to a motel room if they wanted to do that. I was probably going to get fired for this next line.

  "Mr. Ellis, is your masturbation also part of your necessary counsel in matters of lesbian interaction?"

  My stomach churned as soon as I had said it. His private moment was exactly that. He didn't use the women for pleasure, he had just pulled himself off! Jesus, Sienna!

  "Oh, was that on the tape too? Sorry about that Sienna, sometimes I spend many hours in here and it becomes my second home. I apologize."

  Okay, he wasn't mad at me for talking out of turn. He was apologizing to me about it, now. Now I felt rude. My face had probably gone a shade of pale white which was better than the bright red it was at first. I really felt like going home. I felt so disgusted at myself for mentioning his masturbation. It wasn't a crime. He wasn't hurting anyone. He was still smiling at me with the stubble and the cologne. His shirt sleeves were pulled up and his tanned skin looked devilishly delicious. Sienna, stop!

  My mind continually raced and I told it to stop. He was winning again, the gorg
eous man. He was successful, powerful, intelligent and more good looking than ever. It was like cookies and cream that you weren't allowed to devour at Grandma's house. Shit!

  "Sienna, I would like to apologize again. After work, we will go out for a drink and loosen up a little."

  I knew I should say no. Every ounce of my brain was saying it. Screaming it to me. My body said ‘oh yeah, cookies and cream, you eat it all up girl!’

  "Yes, I can manage that, Mr. Ellis," I said with a squirm.

  "Okay, wonderful. So, my next appointment is due any moment. Take your notes and type them up for me in the Langdon Room. They will be placed in my research folder. Just skip over the one that we just discussed, please."

  "Yes certainly."

  I grabbed my bag and my notes and saw him still smiling at me. I felt so raw, so unbelievably vulnerable around him. I kept walking until I saw Jeremy. He also had a sexy smile. The testosterone levels in this office were a crime. How could any woman even begin to concentrate? Shit!

  JONATHAN

  Mmm, my mousy brown took that scenario way better than I had expected. Her face had looked as red as a tomato, telling me about the two lesbians and their cheekiness. I think she believes I accept it as a normality, but the prostitutes I hired for the task were quite believable for this process.

  Most women would have walked by now, but she has got a caring side to her and she can see the needs of everyone concerned. The needs of the lesbians and my needs. A psychologist who lets patients do those things. She must think all sorts of bad things about me! That is the plan. The plan is to continually shock her, and see what it makes her do. How will she cope with all of this extra weight on her shoulders?

  I am guessing she will be in need of sexual caressing and nurturing, eventually. Most people who are stressed need an outlet to continue to live with themselves. We have now seen the elements of horny and embarrassed. We will continue adding some other elements to her experience. This should be fun.