The Billionaire Bad Boy Plan

by Michelle Love

  "Jeremy, who is my next client?"

  I waited but could see on my monitor that he was in the Langdon Room with my mousy brown, showing her how to use the computer and save the documents correctly.

  She looked gorgeous today. Her hair was swept up in a ponytail with wispy sides down on each of her cheeks. Her light pink sweater was extremely "goody two shoes" or even "churchy." It was accentuating her breasts perfectly, and I noticed that the harder it was for me to see them, the more turned on I was.

  Great, Jeremy was back at the front again.

  "Jeremy, who is my next client, please?"

  "You have a free appointment now because Mr. Darren cancelled for a physio appointment. He will be back next week."

  "Thanks, so much Jeremy."

  I sat with a free hour thinking of the club tonight. I would take her to the place known as, "The Voyeur" which was an exclusive club for members and their partners only. There was a normal bar and then some windows with sexy BDSM shows occurring behind each one. There was ten on one side and ten on the other. During the week, only five windows were active, but on the weekends from Friday on, there was the full twenty.

  Sex slaves, whipping, spankings, collared submissive slaves and dominant controlled characters. Gay, lesbian, straight, and even male, female, or male and then two females with a male. Every BDSM fantasy was on show. You could sit and talk, or sit and watch. Only rich people could afford to be members. The monthly instalment was two thousand and fifty dollars. It was so worth it, though. The sexiness of the place would rock Sienna's world and that was certain. The next element would be shock, surprise or maybe fear. If you hadn't seen BDSM before then it could be quite confronting.

  I would get there with Sienna at about five-thirty and there would be dancers until six pm. We could have dinner at the table and I could wait patiently for her reaction. Mmm, watching BDSM with Sienna. It would be fun to see what she did. She might even slap my face and walk out!

  "Jeremy, ask the chauffeur to pick Sienna up a nice dress. You should know her size. We will be dining out later so I can discuss the terms of our arrangement. Then do not disturb her until four o'clock with the dress. Something sparkly in red or blue."

  "Yes, Mr. Ellis. I will get Stephen to do it right away."

  I had my own closet in the office. It was full of going-out clothes. A silk, maroon shirt and matching tie with some nice pants. We would look great at The Voyeur.

  I had always known I had a problem with it. Most men thought about sex and the fantasies that went with it. I craved to see something or read something each day. It fuelled me. My mind would get fuzzy without it and it was something that I had lived with from the age of about eighteen. I watched porn, I read porn, I went to clubs, I even hired prostitutes to watch them. I liked watching, mostly.

  Mousy brown had taken me by surprise. I had watched her and been infatuated with her. Many women could do that to me. She was somewhat different in that I craved her. I wanted not just to watch and masturbate after looking, like I usually did. She was different, my Sienna. I wanted to fuck her and try all of my fantasies with her.

  It had never happened like that before... my need to be inside a woman. Sure, I’d had sex with plenty of hot women, but my infatuation with this one was desperate in many ways. Everything about her gives me pleasure. Her voice, her hair, her body which has some meat on it to grab. I want her all the time. Her tits, her ass and her tight pussy. She makes me hard by thinking of her. Fucking her makes me wild like an animal that has been let out of a cage.

  "Jeremy, get me a short black before my next appointment. I am having a time of it today."

  "Yes, Mr. Ellis right away."

  I sat at my desk eyeing my prize, Sienna. I couldn't have imagined a better name. I think it's amazing.

  "See, enn, ah."

  Yes, that will be a great turn on tonight, seeing her wear a sparkly dress.

  SIENNA

  Okay, sitting doing this typing thing is really annoying. It is like typing a paper that's due over the weekend. I hope I can have just the one drink and then be let off the hook. I can't stand being around him when I continually squirm. I desperately need him to make an excuse or something so I can just go home and be with Jenna.

  I can do anything around her. She is my best friend, and I can say anything or sit in the nude if I want. She doesn't make me feel uncomfortable at all. I know she would wonder where I am tonight. I'll ring her on my lunch break so she won't worry. She's going to Lucy Greer's party anyway, so she won't be home until after midnight.

  I wonder where I'll be going for an after work drink? Hopefully some place with food. Burger King would be just fine. I'll have to tell him I need to eat at six. I hate being hungry.

  As I type my notes out, my eyes start feeling square or sore from the light that glows from the screen. It's the same feeling I get when I feel like I have had enough of the studying thing. I like secretarial work but I am a bit exhausted from my conversation this morning, actually.

  I couldn't have written a more interesting story if I tried. I was sure that if I was going to be professional, my body would have to behave itself. After all, it was only reacting to what it saw. Jonathon Ellis was hot. So, what? There were heaps of great good looking guys. Ones with fancy suits and wavy, brown hair, delicious lips, a large cock...

  Right, where is that water? I need to rehydrate myself. I am doing well with this typing and I need to keep going with it. No more thinking.

  The afternoon raced by and I spoke to Jenna about the after work drink appointment. That was all it was. An appointment with my boss for getting through the week. It was Friday and I had the weekend to myself.

  Okay, the typing was complete and it was printing out. I was checking the last few pages as the printer spat them out. I was getting a bit nervous before the after-work drink. I hoped it would be quick and painless, but with food. I would need carbs. A dreamy carbonara or burger with fries. I would be fine if I ate. It was my favourite thing to do. Working out was going to be a new hobby soon too. Food liked my hips and my butt, but I liked it back just as much. Maybe if there was a workout in between there could be some sort of compromise about the whole scenario.

  "Ms. Ruston, please may I come in?"

  It was Jeremy holding a box. A long box.

  "Yes, please do."

  "Mr. Ellis had this bought for you for your afternoon appointment. Please be downstairs in half an hour."

  I looked at him intrigued by the package. What could be in it? Jeremy placed the box on the empty desk in the centre of the room and closed the door behind him.

  I walked and opened the lid. It was a sparkly dress in red with black sequins around the edges. It was elegant and very exclusive from a boutique. There were three pairs of shoes, black, red and gray. I was quite shocked by it. Obviously, Burger King would be out of the question. Mmm, he must have felt bad for making me watch the lesbians or something.

  "Jeremy, do you know where we are going for the appointment?”

  I waited for his buzz.

  "Umm, no, sorry Ms. Ruston I don't know. Please be ready in twenty-five minutes for the limousine downstairs."

  "Thank you, Jeremy," I said, with a look of complete shock.

  The Langdon Room had an en-suite bathroom with a shower and a lovely dressing room. I took a quick shower and changed into the dress. I placed my hair down and let the curls sit recklessly on my breasts. I had no idea where we were going, but I felt like having comfortable hair, at least. I picked the red shoes. They looked the best and were also the most comfortable.

  I walked to the elevator, and Jeremy looked at me as I walked by and seemed impressed with my look. He smiled and hoped that I had a good weekend.

  It might be alright if I could get some food and drink a soda. I like soda and food. The dress had some give around the waist so I could have a decent feed. I was an American girl with a European heritage. My grandparents were from Yugoslavia which explained my need f
or good food and for the whole European look that I had been told I had.

  "You're so European, my beautiful girl," Mom would say to me in her teary tone.

  I walked through the main lobby and felt a few heads turn as some of the staff left for the day. They looked very immaculate in their office attire but I shone and sparkled like an untamed Christmas tree. I stuck out like a sore thumb compared to all of the browns, grays, blacks and whites that were adorned by them all. I felt myself blushing. The limousine was waiting. Mr. Ellis was already inside.

  JONATHAN

  I saw her through the door as she came from the lift. My mousy brown had made an effort. Her hair was freshly washed and she chose the red shoes. Red was a powerful color and that choice meant subconsciously that she liked power. Her conscious mind may disagree with that thought, but she actually craved power just like me.

  The other staff looked at her like she was an aristocrat. She was all dressed up like a minx before nine pm. It was unheard of for the middle class, actually. Only rich people behaved that way.

  She is coming my way now and she looks stunning, the strapless dress suits her beautifully as it goes down to her busty hips. The split down her right side makes it a little risqué. I like it a lot. I won't be able to take my eyes off of her all night long.

  She gets in and sits next to me looking at me with her wild, untameable, green eyes. She is mine for this evening. I looked quite good myself. I hoped the silky shirt on my muscles was driving her crazy. I'd left the stubble on my face for her too. If I went down on her, it would add to the intensity. I wanted her so bad it hurt.

  "Hello, Sienna. Can I call you that outside of the office?”

  "Yes, you may, Jonathan," she said with a smile.

  Fuck, her eyes looked so good and there was a hunger in them which was accentuated by her dark eyeliner. Even her makeup was a turn on.

  "We are going to an exclusive club for a drink, and I hope we may also enjoy some dinner together."

  "Yes, that sounds great. I am really hungry. I usually have dinner early actually."

  The limousine pulls us up to the entrance of the grand club, The Voyeur. Sienna looks impressed by the building. Old fashioned to give it that European feel.

  "Thank you, Stephen, please wait for the call."

  "Yes, Mr. Ellis I will be here as you need, Sir."

  I followed behind Sienna as she walked to the main door. There were two finely dressed doormen wearing tuxedos, and I saw her gasp as she walked past them.

  "Good evening Madam and Sir," said the one on the right.

  Sienna giggled at the fuss and I stood next to her proud to be with her on this balmy night. We must have looked like we belonged together, and I liked the thought of that.

  We walked in and the tables were already filling. My table was always in the far corner. Table eighteen. The windows were full of dancers and Sienna was intrigued by the set-up of the place. It was something out of a James Bond film. Very classy and with a hint of danger. She seems relaxed.

  The waitress comes to our table and asks us for a drink.

  "Two pink champagnes," I say smiling at Sienna who is still watching the dancing.

  There was some Latino music playing and there were males in some windows and females in others. Dressed to match the music with a professional rhythm in each of them. Many were from the Arts colleges, studying ballet or other forms of dance. They were extremely good at what they did, and their roles paid for college in many cases.

  "Oh wow, they're good aren't they?" she says looking at me with those wide, green eyes.

  "Oh, yes definitely. They pay their way through college by working here. The pay is eccentric for their services."

  Sienna smiles and thanks the waitress for the champagne. Fuck I want her. I had been mean to make her type out the notes on the behavioral videos, really. I mean she was far better than a secretary. She was intelligent and damn good looking. Fuck, she is like an addiction in itself.

  "Jonathan, thank you for the dress. It is really nice but you didn't have to."

  I looked at her with intrigue. She called me Jonathan and it sounded like she was calling my name during sex. It was hot.

  "Oh, it was nothing at all. It's nice to dress up when you go out after work. It keeps life interesting."

  Sienna watches the dancers and I ushered the waitress over for some menus. I wanted Sienna to stay with me. I needed her to enjoy this place with me. She was my addiction and I would show her mine.

  She eyes the menu and I can sense her eyebrow raising at the price list.

  "It's my shout. So, get whatever you like. I am going to have the cordon bleu."

  "Mmm...carbonara gnocchi sounds lovely," she tells the waitress.

  "No entrees tonight," I say giving the menu to the waitress.

  The club was three-quarters full now as we waited for the show to start. Sienna looks into my eyes with gratitude and I know she feels out of place but relaxed. She sips her champagne and smiles at me.

  "They have a great show at six. It will start soon."

  Sienna looks in the windows which are now covered by velvet maroon drapes. I could see she is excited by the show that was going to happen. I am intrigued by her beauty. I could sense her kindness and her vulnerability in the dress that I had got Stephen to buy. It was quite a risqué number to put on for a night out with your summer boss who had fucked you in a strange street on a SAAB. Mmm, Sienna on the SAAB.

  The meals arrive and the music starts to play. It is a classical concerto as the windows are revealed one by one. From the entrance, one opens with a different story waiting behind each one. The first is a male and female. The guy is on all fours and she sits on his back in a leotard.

  Next are two males wearing G-strings in a kissing embrace. They are all different. Submissive, dominant, whips, chains, and some lesbians too. The window where we are had a female slave girl and an older, very handsome male about to get her attention.

  The classical music halts and a voice over the PA system is heard, "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. The show is starting now. Hold onto your tables and be entertained. Enjoy your meals and do leave enough room for dessert!"

  Sienna still had no idea as she ate her carbonara. I could see she was trying to be polite but she was starving and ate it quickly, now.

  The lights dimmed and the shows was beginning. Sienna smiles as she munches on the gnocchi. It was devoured in minutes as she placed her cutlery down.

  Sienna said a thank you with her eyes. She looked so cute and her curls were very bouncy. She must have sprayed herself with some perfume because it wafted over to me as I ate my dinner. The food was exquisite and five-star quality as always.

  The people in the windows played their characters well, dancing in a pretend want for each other. It was choreographed so well with the students from the college. Sienna loved to watch them pretend to torture and tease each other. Every window was a voyeur delight all of its own.

  "They are so good at it. They call it bondage or something with letters. Umm BD something."

  I laughed and went to her ear because the music was loud to add to the authenticity of the show.

  "It's BDSM. One partner is dominant and the other is submissive."

  Sienna smiled, "Oh yes BDSM. It looks interesting."

  I watched Sienna watching the dancers play out their moves. The lights went out in each window as the song ended.

  We were together in a dark room and I wanted to take her here on the table. She was so desperately sexy. A fucking gorgeous sight in the office all day and now here at the club as well. Damn.

  SIENNA

  What a grand old place. That carbonara was awesome and the dancers are so clever. I am actually surprised that I am having a nice time. Jesus, eighty-nine dollars for a carbonara. That was a little excessive.

  Jonathan looks extremely nice and I am actually feeling more comfortable with him here. I truly felt awkward coming out the lift to the lobby, though.r />
  Mmm, we are sitting in the dark waiting for the show to continue. Oh shit, Jonathon has placed his hand on my leg. It feels terribly good. Too good. Oh no.

  The lights are back up and the waitresses are taking drink orders. Thank God. His hand has moved back on top of the table, and he is pulling his sleeves up so I can easily see that damn hand and forearm hair. I am not supposed to be liking this so much. Stay professional Sienna. Smile professionally and not like a two-bit hooker ready to suck cock on command! Keep it together, you are pro-fessh-ional.

  "Two more champagnes. Pink ones please," says Jonathon smoothly showing the forearm hair.

  Is he trying to get me drunk? No, I guess not. I did eat a mountain of carbonara and I am feeling good.

  The lights are dimming again and there goes his hand on the top of my leg. Shit. Think thoughts of nuns and fake teeth, Sienna. Do not smell him or look at forearm hair. Keep your eyes on the windows for the show. You can do this.

  The windows open and new characters appear in the BDSM style. The music is racier and there are microphones on the actors. The scenarios are the same and I wait for them to dance. The first window slaps the leotard ass of a female. She moans in pain. The light goes to the next window. A woman is tied in a starfish position upright with a ball in her mouth. Another woman kisses her neck and she moans. The next ones follow with each window having another scenario. When they get to our window there is a brunette tied to a bed with legs strewn open. The man bites her breast and she yelps. Wow, it looks so real. Her boobs are out completely!

  Jonathan squeezes my upper left thigh.

  "It's great, huh?" he says into my ear sexily.

  I sit and wait as the lights flash out and then back on again. They flicker and the moans begin from the submissive actors.