Four Billionaires for St. Patrick's Day: An MFMMM Menage Reverse Harem Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  “Who wants to bet that Theo’s going to talk me into this before we leave today,” said Belinda to the group.

  “Not me,” laughed Miles. “I think you already agreed in your mind.”

  “Well, there’s one thing for sure,” said Franklin. “You can bet that we love you, babe.”

  “Aw, you’re so sweet,” said Belinda. “Let’s have a toast to us.”

  I poured the bubbly and we toasted our relationship again.

  “To us and the new adventure,” said Belinda.

  “To happiness,” I added.

  “To love,” added Miles.

  “To…life,” said Franklin. “You guys took the best ones, that’s all I could think of!”

  “No-no, that was good,” insisted Belinda. “To life!”

  We toasted and drank and laughed. We’d always remember this weekend and this entire week. The week that changed our lives forever. It opened our eyes to new experiences, new ways of looking at relationships and new friends.

  As the evening wore on, we had the waiters bring us a snack plate and more drinks. Franklin, of course, ordered a bottle of good whiskey. Miles preferred different things at different times; today he was all about mojitos. I stuck with the champagne. Belinda, wanting to appeal to us all, was stacking all three drinks and trying not to sip too much from either.

  “Belinda, you can drink whatever you like,” I assured her. “No one’s going to be insulted.”

  “Yeah, this is a little much,” she admitted, laughing. “I don’t want to get too drunk if we’re going to be having sex in here.”

  “You guys are serious about that?” asked Franklin.

  “Well, it’s my fantasy, so I definitely was,” I said.

  “I can run up to the room to see if there are more condoms, but I think we were out. Is there a drug store nearby?” asked Miles.

  “Don’t bother,” said Belinda. “We don’t need them now. I’m on the Pill and we’re in a relationship.”

  “Just when I didn’t think you could up the ante more,” laughed Franklin. “All right— I’m game.”

  “You’re sure they can’t see us?” asked Belinda.

  “Positive,” I assured. “Let me just lock the door and we’ll begin.”

  “Anything else in this fantasy we need to know?” asked Miles.

  “Oh, I’d like to make sure I cum with Belinda against the glass,” I said. “I want to watch the public as I get off.”

  “That doesn’t sound half bad!” admitted Franklin.

  “Whatever you guys want,” Belinda said, smiling happily. “Your wish is my command. Because the three of you have made me feel like the luckiest lady in the whole world.”

  “And you’ve made each of us feel like the happiest man alive,” I said, as the others nodded in agreement.

  It was unanimous. We would live happily ever after. Right after we had some kinky, semi-public sex.

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  Sold at the Games: An MMMF Reverse Harem Romance

  Copyright © 2018 Sierra Sparks and Juliana Conners.

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  Published by Sizzling Hot Reads

  Chapter 1 – Melissa

  Today has started off like any other. I’m still in my PJs, which isn’t abnormal since I like to lounge around in them when I’m not going anywhere, watching a Youtube channel about the South Korean economic model, when I hear frantic pounding on the door to my apartment. It must be my crazy neighbor again, I think. He is old and half blind, and always confuses my apartment for his.

  “Mr. Kim,” I call out, in my best attempt to speak Korean. “Your apartment is two down from mine, remember? Two to the left of mine?”

  “Melissa! This isn’t Mr. Kim!” calls a voice, in English, muffled not only by the apartment door but also by laughter. “Whoever that is. This is your BFF! Open up!”

  “Sheila!”

  I get off the couch to let her in. I have no idea why she’s here so early. We didn’t have pre made plans, and she’s usually anything but a morning person. But, one thing I know for sure is that whenever Sheila is around, adventure lurks.

  “Come on,” she says, motioning towards the exit hallway as soon as I open the door, as if reading my mind and proving my point. “Let’s go.”

  “Let’s go where?” I ask, puzzled.

  She rolls her eyes and looks me up and down. “Why are you still in your pajamas?”

  “Umm, why aren’t you?”

  “Because we’re going to watch the Olympics. Hurry up. You’re not going like that, are you?”

  “What the hell? Sheila? The Olympics?”

  We’ve been in South Korea for six months now and this is the first time I’d heard of this. We’re studying journalism at Northwestern and we’re here to study abroad and to report on North Korea’s affect on South Korea economics.

  I’d obviously known that the Olympics were being held here, and I’d thought that sounded pretty cool, but I didn’t think there was any chance we could actually go. I wasn’t too crushed about it, though, because I’m not a big sports fan. I’m more of an academic nerd.

  Sheila likes to tease me about this very fact. And perhaps it’s for this reason that she’s inviting me to attend the Olympic Games with her, however she managed to swing that. She’s always trying to encourage me to get out of my comfort zone and have some fun.

  “Can we just go to the Olympics?” I ask her, puzzled. “No, right? We need tickets or something?”

  “Well, that’s the thing,” she says, looking as if she won the lottery. “I scored us an invitation.”

  “How’d you do that?” I ask her, only mildly impressed. Sheila has a way of wiggling her way into anything fun or newsworthy.

  “I was at a café when I met this adorable Korean lady, Amy, who has connections. She pulled some strings and said the two of us are welcome to come watch in special VIP seating she has.”

  “Wow,” I say, feeling as if it’s almost too good to be true. But then I return to being realistic— which is my realm, although Sheila prefers the fantastical. “I don’t know. It sounds like it could be kind of dangerous. And plus, I have a lot of studying to do. I don’t even know what’s going on at the games. I’d probably root for the wrong team or something.”

  “Oh Melissa, don’t be your usual nerdy self,” Sheila said. The she laughs. “Just root for Team USA and you’ll be fine.”

  “That was a joke—” I begin, but she keeps talking.

  “Have a little fun for once. We’ll just go to the slopes and watch the snowboarding events. Those guys are super hot. What’s wrong with watching them on their boards?”

  Her devilish grin makes its trademark appearance, and I give into her, like I always do.

  “Hold on, let me put me on some warm clothes,” I tell her. “It’s going to be so damn cold.”

  “Can’t you ever look on the bright side of things?” she asks, to which I answer, “No, I can’t,” as I start to change. Good old Sheila. She can talk me into just about anything.

  As we arrive at the slopes, we meet up with Amy and she introduces herself to me.

  “I’m so glad you both accepted my invitation,” she says, with a smile and a wink. I look at her blankly, wondering why she would care so much.

  Sheila nods her head and smiles. “Thank you so much for inviting us.”

  “Yes, thank you,” I add, trying to sound grateful.

  And, I am grateful, although the whole situation seems kind of weird to me. I start to admit to myself that it’s a good thing I agreed to come. The air is crisp and the sky is bright; there’s a feeling of competitiveness and optimism in the air that’s contagious.

  The half pipe event is more fun to watch than I would’ve thought. And the athletes are in super good shape.

  One snowboarder keeps getting my attention. He’s b
uff and tan and looks like some kind of Greek god. His long, straggly, dirty blonde hair falls into his eyes, escaping from his beanie.

  “I see that Martin Schmidt has caught your eye,” Amy says, leaning over so that she’s in my field of vision, and laughing.

  “What? Who?”

  “Don’t act so innocent,” Sheila pipes in. “You’ve been staring at him since we got here.”

  I shrug, but I can’t help but blush. They’re right. He’s so hot.

  “You’re completely normal,” Amy reassures me. “He’s lusted after by ladies the world over. And he’s a spectacular athlete too. He always wins.”

  Sure enough, he wins silver in the event.

  I thought I had come to South Korea to study and kick off my journalism career. Apparently, I also came to watch the Olympics and ogle the hot athletes, especially this one. Looks like I like sports more than I thought I did, I think. Or at least, certain athletes…

  I tell myself to leave that thought right there. There’s no way I could pursue anything with this athlete I don’t even know, even though in fantasy, it sounds amazing. I bet he’d be as skilled in bed as he is in on the slopes. I bet he’d know exactly what to do with me, like no other guy I’ve ever dated has.

  If only I could find out. But I can’t. And that’s that.

  Right?

  Chapter 2 – Melissa

  “I can’t believe how good he is,” I remark, as we file out along with what looks like about a bazillion other fans. “He won a medal.”

  “Only a silver,” Sheila says, with an unimpressed shrug. “I really thought he’d get gold. But he’s a dream, regardless.”

  “I know,” Amy agrees. “Every woman’s dream come true.”

  “Well, thanks for inviting me,” I tell her.

  “I knew you’d like it, even if you were convinced otherwise,” Sheila says.

  “Yeah, you know me pretty well,” I admit.

  “I just know you should try more things. Loosen up a little. Have more fun.”

  “Okay, Sheila,” I tell her, with a laugh.

  “Always a good idea,” Amy adds, her pretty, dark brown eyes brightening, and once again, I can’t help but wonder why she’s so interested in Sheila and me having a good time.

  As we stand shivering in the cold, annoyed by the throng of people, someone comes up to us with a note.

  “Hello, Amy,” he greets Amy in Korean. She nods at him and smiles. Then he turns his attention to Sheila and me. “Misses, misses,” he says, speaking English with a strong Korean accent, as he hands it to us. “Mr. Schmidt would like you to have this.”

  We open the note, and it says:

  Meet me at Hanwootown as soon as you can.

  “What’s Hanwootown?” I ask Sheila, wondering if it’s some mistake.

  Maybe I can’t read the handwriting very well.

  “Oh come on, Melissa,” she says, rolling her eyes at me. “It’s only the most well known and super posh bar in all of Pyeongchang.

  “Oh,” I say, feeling dumb. “I didn’t know that.”

  “Do you even go out?” she asks me. “Like, anywhere beyond the school’s computer lab?”

  “Not really.” I shrug.

  I go to the occasional opera. I’ve even been to the Odeasan National Park in the cold of winter, when I went snowshoeing with a group from school. But I know that isn’t what she’s asking, and it wouldn’t even impress her.

  “Is this note meant for me or you?” she asks me, crinkling up her eyebrows to stare at it. It has no name on it.

  “I don’t know,” I say.

  My heart races, and I have to admit that I want it to be for me. Sure, I was never one for nightlife or fancy bars, but I wasn’t one to watch sports either, before I spotted Martin. He’s sparked something new and exciting in me, that I want to keep exploring.

  “I guess we’ll find out,” Sheila says, sounding annoyed, as we jostle through the crowds.

  “Ladies, ladies,” Amy interrupts, that happy smile spreading back across her face. “It’s for both of you. And it’s a good thing. Believe me, a very good thing.”

  “What is she talking about?” I ask Sheila, turning to look her straight in the eyes, because I have a feeling she knows exactly what Amy has been hinting at all day, but has been holding out on me because she knows I won’t like it.

  “Let’s just say that we weren’t invited here for our conversation-during-Olympic-games-watching skills,” she says, cryptically.

  “Huh?” I ask her.

  “We were invited here for our looks,” she snaps in a whisper, her eyes darting back and forth at Amy and me, warning me to hush.

  “Wait, stop,” I insist. I don’t like that Sheila has left me in the dark about something. “What do you mean? Just tell me. Come on.”

  Amy sighs, as if annoyed at having to re-explain everything, and glares at Sheila, as if to say it was her job. And she’d be right about that.

  “I explained to your friend Sheila here when I met her that the invitation was to watch the Games, and if any of the athletes takes an interest in you, then you’ll be invited to a special club being hosted at a restaurant.”

  “A special club?” I ask, incredulous. Sheila bites her lip, knowing she’s in trouble.

  “Yes, it’s called The Exchange Club,” Amy continues. “It’s international. They don’t have a location here in South Korea— at least not yet— but they are temporarily operating here out of a restaurant, since the Olympics are here.”

  “Operating what out of a restaurant?” I ask, still confused.

  “Look, Melissa,” Sheila blurts out. “It’s a club for rich men and elite athletes and people like that. They have auctions.”

  “Auctions?”

  “Yes, where women can sell whatever they desire,” Amy says, with a smile. “Not only were you able to watch the Olympics today, but, due to the fact that at least one of the athletes has taken an interest in you, you also have the opportunity to make a lot of money.”

  “Doing what?” I ask, so mad at Sheila that I could nearly explode. I can’t believe she would drag me here without filling me in on this. I guess I should believe it, though— that’s a very Sheila-like thing to do.

  “Anything you want,” Sheila says. “You can just have dinner with a guy. See if you two hit it off.”

  Amy nods her agreement, but she’s raising an eyebrow in a way that suggests that that scenario isn’t very likely. I begin to relax, because I thought that in order to go this restaurant and see Martin again— which I would really like to do— I’d have to sell sex.

  And I’ve never even had sex at all. I’m not only a nerd, but also a virgin.

  But, if it’s just dinner? My heart races at the possibilities. Maybe Martin and I will hit it off. What’s so wrong with selling myself as a dinner date?

  Part of me is screaming that it’s not just a dinner date. Any red blooded male would want more. But that doesn’t mean I’d have to give it to him.

  Right?

  I don’t even know the limits to reality anymore. Today has been surprising me in lots of ways. Now, I surprise myself by feeling excited at the possibility of being with Martin. My panties dampen and I try not to blush as I think about Martin taking me for my very first time. Of him handling my body the way he does his snowboard. Sometimes it would be like a rough ride full of tricks and turns, and other times, it would be like he was cutting smoothly and expertly through virgin territory.

  “Okay,” I agree, resolutely. “Let’s go to this fancy restaurant and see what this whole auction thing is all about.”

  “Yay!” Sheila says, hugging me. “I knew you’d agree it was a good idea.”

  But her exuberated relief betrays her statement. I hug her back, anyway. She’s right— I need to get out more and have more fun. Why not start with a hot Olympic athlete?

  “Okay, I’m glad you ladies have made up, but we have to be on our way now,” Amy says, in a hurry. “We don’t want to miss t
he main event.”

  Finally, we make our way out of the crowds at the slopes and into the busy streets of Pyeongchang. There are locals and tourists everywhere, all there to watch the Olympic games, just as we are.

  But I feel like we’re headed somewhere more important than they are. They’re loafing around, doing nothing. I have an Olympic snowboarding star to meet! I hope he’ll introduce himself to me by name. And then, I hope he’ll do a lot more to me than that.

  Chapter 3 – Martin

  “Way to kill it on the halfpipe,” my team mates Gerald and Kevin say, as we change out of our gear.

  “Thanks,” I tell them, trying my best to be grateful and humble, since they didn’t place and I did.

  But, if I’m honest with myself, I have to admit that I’m fucking bummed. I thought I had a real chance at gold. I still have the slopestyle to compete in tomorrow, but, it would have been great to go into it knowing I’d already won gold on the halfpipe.

  I’d been training my whole life for this, and my chance for one gold medal was gone. I’ll just have to ensure I win gold tomorrow, I resolve.

  “Did you guys check out the girls who were watching with Amy?” Gerald says, bringing the conversation to brighter topics.

  “Hell yeah,” I say. “I still can’t believe this awesome set up Amy’s offering us.”

  “Oh, come on,” Kevin says. “You know there are a lot of perks that come with being here. Competing in the Olympics.”

  “Yeah, but I never imagined anything like this,” I respond. “Plus, we still have to pay.”

  Gerald nodded but Kevin says, “I don’t know. The same companies who sponsor us will probably foot the bill.

  I laugh, wondering if he has a point.

  While we were training, Amy had approached us and let us know about the Exchange Club. Sure, there are lots of perks to this job, but I never knew that being able to buy any woman I wanted was one of them. I guess one has to reach fucking Olympic status to get offered that.

  At first, I was skeptical, and asked why we’d need to buy a woman when we could have any we wanted, anyway. I had never had a shortage of dates or fuck buddies or booty calls, and, now that I was Olympic athlete caliber, my offers have only increased.