Pay for Play
Copyright © 2016 Victoria Ashley & Hilary Storm
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Cover model:
Darren Birks
Photographer:
Darren Birks Photography
Cover Designer:
Dana Leah, Designs by Dana
Editor:
Kellie Montgomery
Interior Design & Formatting by:
Christine Borgford, Perfectly Publishable
Table of Contents
Pay for Play
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Epilogue
About the Authors
Acknowledgments
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS crap . . . I hold the packet up as I flip through the crisp white pages one last time, trying to wrap my head around everything that this process entails. Was the person who created this application completely drunk and out of their mind? Seriously; I want to know.
All this just for a job at Club Royal. This was not what I was expecting when I walked through those overly expensive gold and pearl doors a few hours ago seeking information. I know it’s an exclusive club, but this is just beyond crazy. The club has a street named just for it. Of course they’re going to expect too much.
Sitting back in my chair, I let out a tired laugh and shake my head, trying to make sure that I’m seeing correctly.
One year contract.
Exclusive to Club Royal.
On call every weekend.
No drinking during shift.
No dating any other employees of Royal Inc.
Boyfriend/girlfriend not allowed at club during shift.
Keep the drama at home.
Performance evaluation done by management once a month.
No drugs.
That’s not even all the rules. This is only from the first page. There’s at least two more pages of regulations left to go and six pages of who knows what.
I jump in my seat when my roommate slams the front door closed and starts yelling. “Go away, asshole!”
Remi turns back to the door when her “friend” Taylor drunkenly mumbles something from the other side. “Just go home and go to bed, Taylor. You’re getting on my damn nerves tonight.”
She walks away from the door, plops down on the couch and turns on the TV as if she wasn’t just making a scene at the door a few seconds ago. “What’s for dinner?” She leans over the back of the couch to look at me. “I’m starving and I’ve wasted my last bit of energy arguing with that jerkoff.”
Holding up the papers, I roll my eyes and toss them to her. “I haven’t had a chance to eat. I’ve been looking for a side job to give me a break from the monotonous computer work I do.” I walk over to the couch and hover over her shoulder. “I’ve been trying to wrap my head around this stupid application for Club Royal. Is the owner nuts or what?”
I close my eyes and try to get an image of what the owner must look like as Remi fingers through all of the information.
“I’m guessing the owner is some short, bald man with a tiny penis. I wouldn’t be surprised if his belly hangs over his belt and he has overly small feet, yet he wants his employees to be top notch,” I mutter. “I’m not sure a second job is worth all that, Remi. I’ll just stick to webpage design for now.”
“Good choice.” She tosses the packet down onto the coffee table in front of her, before giving me an odd look and watching me walk back over my desk to take a seat.
“What?” I tiredly blow my hair out of my face. I’ve spent the last ten damn hours behind this computer and I can barely stand to look at it for another second. “Are you going to tell me how I look like shit again, because trust me, I know. No need to hear it from you. I’m exhausted and my eyes hurt like hell.”
She smiles, flashing me her perfect pearly whites. “I was just thinking . . .” Her eyebrows raise, concerning me. It’s never good when she thinks. “You’re in front of that screen all day, like you said, and I feel like you need a damn good reason to love that computer again so you won’t need a break. You need to want to make love to it, baby.”
“Should I be scared?” I ask.
“Not if you like beautiful dicks.”
I was just taking a drink of my water, while finishing up a new design and her words cause me to spit all over the screen and everything around it.
“Does that mean you don’t like beautiful dicks . . . or that you do?” I watch her as she stands up and walks to the kitchen. “There’s this website called Alphachat.com.” She pulls out two glasses of wine and taps one of the stools, for me to take a seat next to her. “And oh my god, I swear with everything in me that the top Alpha of that shit has the prettiest dick I’ve ever laid eyes on. What I wouldn’t give to run my tongue over the head of it.”
I grab for the glass of wine as she holds it out for me. “What the fuck? Is that what you do on your days off when you lock yourself in your room all day and I’m stuck cleaning by myself?”
She shrugs. “Yeah. It’s a very good reason too, so don’t give me that look. I work hard during the week and I deserve to unwind and trust me . . . Taylor was not doing the job. This pussy needs a real man to get off and these men are top notch Alpha males that know how to touch themselves so good that I even got off without touching myself once. That’s some heaven right there, Honey.”
She tilts her head back and laughs, causing her brown curls to bounce over her shoulders. “You need to loosen up some. A whole lot, actually.”
“Yeah,” I whisper while tiredly swirling my wine glass. “I suppose I do, but to watch some stranger touch himself? That seems kind of dirty if you ask me.”
“Dirty is the best way to go, my friend. That’s exactly why I made you an account and added you to Mr. Lynx Kade’s waiting list. You’re welcome.”
“You did what?” I ask in a panic.
“Don’t worry,” she laughs. “I didn’t use your real name and there’s a private button you can hit so they can hear you but not see you. It will probably be weeks before you get in Lynx’s private room, but you should really take Blaze, Knox or Nash for a ride fi
rst to warm you up. Any of the boys are good. Time to dust the cobwebs off your vagina and put it to use again after what seven . . . eight months of no action.” She lifts a concerned brow.
“Actually, six.” I grunt when she smiles in amusement. “You find this funny, huh? Well trust me, my vagina has been fine without some lying, cheating asshole around to think he’s entitled to have his way with it whenever he wants.”
“Yeah well with the Alpha boys, there’s no touching or having their way with you required. I left a sticky note with the website info along with your username and password on the side of the monitor in case you want to be nice to your vagina for once.” She stands up and walks back to the fridge, opening it again. “I’m gonna grab the leftovers from last night and just retire to my room to watch old Jason Statham movies. God, that man is sexy.” She turns to me and holds up the bag of Chinese from last night. “You want any before I spread it out all over my bed and have my way with it?” She winks.
Laughing, I shake my head and set my wine glass down. “No. It’s all yours.”
“Cool.” She stops at her doorway and turns back to face me. “Just do yourself a favor and check out the website. You work really hard and if anyone deserves a man to do whatever he’s told for once, it’s you. You enter that private room and those boys will do anything and everything you tell them to. Sometimes they try to get you to give them a little action, but you can always say no and keep hidden. Just keep that in mind.”
She steps into her room and closes the door behind her with a swing of her hips.
“I’m in charge.” I find myself repeating these words all the way back over to my computer.
Taking a seat, I pull up the information for the website and just stare at the screen.
Putting on my big girl panties, I grab the sticky note from the side of the monitor and type in my login info, almost afraid of what might pop up.
My eyes go wide as all of the info uploads along with ten different men’s profiles, each one attached with a picture. Every single one except for his . . . Lynx Kade.
“Seriously,” I mumble to myself. “This guy is so damn good that he doesn’t even need a pic to get noticed?” I let out a sarcastic laugh and sip my wine, while checking out the other guys of the Alpha rooms.
A few of them are just okay looking, six of them are insanely hot and one has no face, yet has the most five star reviews.
Yes . . . every guy has a star rating on their performance, along with testimonies from their clients.
This website does not mess around.
Curious about just how much these gorgeous men would cost me, I click on the prices and my mouth drops.
“Holy. Fuck.”
Fifteen-minute session: $500.00.
Thirty-minute session: $800.00.
Hour long session: $1,500.00.
No wonder Remi is always low on money. What the actual fuck. I should kick her ass for this and my own ass for even considering it.
Picking my jaw back up, I stare at the pictures, trying to decide who’s profile to click on first.
Blaze’s light hair, short beard and muscular frame pop out at me, so I click on his profile and read the first five-star review.
After three months of not being able to reach climax, one fifteen-minute session with Blaze had my pussy aching so badly for release that it only took me fifteen seconds of touching myself to have one of the best orgasms of my life. I haven’t been this turned on since I was in my early twenties and I’m now well into my forties. Well worth the $500.00 and I’ve decided to make this a monthly thing after this.
-Anonymous
“Well . . . okay then.”
I swallow hard and close down his profile, telling myself that if a woman in her forties can do this and not feel dirty, that maybe it isn’t so bad after all.
I skim through a few more of the men’s profiles and reviews, before finally caving in and clicking on this mysterious Mr. Lynx Kade’s.
The first thing I notice is that his prices are different. Higher.
Fifteen-minute session: $700.00.
Thirty-minute session: $1,100.00.
Hour long session: $2,000.00.
“Okay, now I’m positive Remi is trying to make my ass find a second job by introducing me to this site.”
Blowing out a breath, I click on the top five-star review, knowing that there’s no way I’ll be able to close out of this website without seeing what the girls are saying about this top Alpha.
I have never experienced something so HOT and EROTIC in my life. Before I decided to give the Alpha boys a shot, I heard that Lynx had the most beautiful dick I’d ever lay eyes on and oh how true that statement is. Not to mention that he has the body of a god. I’d give my left tit just to be able to touch him and do the dirty things that I asked him to do to himself. I paid for a thirty-minute session and it only took me five to get off and realize that I’m addicted to watching this man. Looks like I’ll add my name back to the waiting list. I don’t care if it takes two months to watch him again. He’s worth it. Trust me ladies. I’d spend a whole paycheck if I had to.
-Kikiknight87
Wow! Can a man’s dick really be as beautiful as these women claim? I can’t help but to wonder.
Telling myself that I need to finish this stupid web design by tonight, I close out of the Alpha website and pretend that my mind hasn’t been on it for the last hour, while trying to focus.
My whole body is aching to see this beautiful dicked man and curious if his face will be just as beautiful as his dick is claimed to be.
I have to be stupid to even be considering this right now . . .
“I TOLD YOU ASSHOLES TO be here by nine,” I growl into the phone. “Is that so hard? We have to get the house done today because every single one of you have full schedules tonight.”
“Alright, alright. I’ll be there in a fuckin’ few, Man. I had a rough night.” Blaze is one of my top guys and I need his room ready before I can even think about the rest of them.
“I know what kind of night you had. Get your ass here quick or I’m giving you a fucking metal folding chair and a computer to work with. You can set your naked balls right against the cold metal as far as I’m concerned.”
“Damn. Is this the shit I have to look forward to?”
I need to chill the fuck out. I’ve been stressed trying to get the club and the website ready for the grand opening. It isn’t enough that I just bought Club Royal. Hell no. I have a death wish and decided to move my guys here and try to expand my own business.
“You know I’m just stressed to get it all going. Just get here and help me unload these trucks and then you can be gone every damn morning if you want.”
“I hear you. Seriously just walked to my truck in my underwear just for you, Man. See you in about five minutes.”
I was lucky enough to find the perfect land near the club to build a house big enough to move us all in to. I didn’t have any luck finding one in the area that would work for us. I wasn’t looking for much, just one big enough for six men to live in and also including enough spare rooms for my guys that only need to be here a few days out of the week.
It’s what happens when you start a business that literally explodes with new clients every day. I can’t keep up with all the calls even though we’ve raised the prices. I could just keep adding more guys to the group, but honestly I can’t fucking stand babysitting anyone. These guys are genuine and on a normal day, I know business will run smoothly with all of them on board.
They like that paycheck too much to fuck me over. Not many people can say they work for a few hours and bring in a minimum of five grand every night. Hell, that’s after they take the company commission off the top.
It was just supposed to be a little side money to help me get my bike fixed. I had no idea it would turn into a million-dollar business in just a few months.
I may regret letting them all live in the house, but for now that’s part of our agreement
. I can see this being one constant party after another and there’s nothing wrong with that. It’ll just bring more exposure to the business.
Club Royal should be a giant tax write off for me, which I’m going to need a few of. I did bring in new management to help me run it, so hopefully I can remain a silent owner there and keep my focus where the real money is.
Alphachat.com- where you can Pay for Play time with any one of us guys. I’m still taking my own calls as of now, but that may eventually change. I haven’t decided what else I’d do with my time, so making money sounds like the best plan for now.
I meet the movers at the end of the drive and give them a tour of the house. Their comments about the size of all the rooms only reminds me of the meeting with the building contractor. He was shocked to see how many large master bedrooms I wanted built into the plan. I’m glad I stuck to my vision, because they all get a great sized room to be creative with their clients. All the houses on the market had tiny extra bedrooms and none of them had as many as we need.
After I show the movers where each of the rooms are, I get out of their way and gladly take a few calls out by the pool.
My phone rings again with the same damn number I’ve been sending to voice mail all morning.
“Sadie. I told you I’m fucking done. You’re a money hungry whore and the second you heard I was moving, you hooked up with my damn brother.”
“But Lynx. I was drunk. He acts so much like you and it just felt right.” Her dramatic tears cause me to pull my phone away from my ear and consider throwing it in the pool. I let her continue for a while longer before I put it back up to my ear. “and . . . I just felt like I was close to you when I was with him. Let me come see you in your new place.”
“Stop fucking talking. You will never get past my gates. I don’t give a fuck how much you cry. Enjoy my brother. Maybe he can buy you a nice dress with some of that money he makes stealing shit.” I hit end and toss my phone onto one of the lounge chairs, unable to deal with her shit right now.
My brother is a real piece of work. I tried to give him a chance at earning his own money, but he has ‘boundaries’. I get that he has limits, but to say that, when he fucking strong arms people to bring home his paycheck, makes me sick.
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