The Billionaire Bull

by Romi Hart

  “Excuse moi?”

  “How dare you. To think you could put a price tag on me.”

  “Girl, get over yourself!” Nate says loudly. “This isn’t about you. The whole goddamn world doesn’t revolve around YOU! Look I get it. I already got the Go Away talk from your brother. This isn’t about you and me. This is about ME. About my business.”

  “Oh right and I suppose we would all just disappear and you would still want to run this store? All by yourself?”

  “Amanda, please don’t concern yourself with my business. Once I pay your father off, it’s none of your concern what I do. This is not about any special terms. This is just-”

  “Screw you, Nate. The answer is no.”

  “I’m not asking-”

  “The answer is NO! Dad is not selling! Now get out of here before I call Stephen to come over here and beat some sense into you!”

  Nate looks at dad, who is bewildered, and Jan, who’s watching our drama unfold like it’s another episode of The Young and the Restless. And back to me…ME…who’s ready to slap that smirk right off his face!

  “Okay. The deal stands, Mister Shannon. Take all the time you need to think about it.”

  “The answer is NO!” I yell back, on behalf of dad.

  Nate dismisses himself and wanders outside the store, doing his “humble” strut. Oh yeah Nate, you’re such a humble guy! What a jerk…no…we’re not done here.

  I storm out of the store and follow this prick over to his car, confronting him in the parking lot.

  “Dude! What the hell? You think you’re funny? You think this isn’t major harassment? I could sue you!”

  “Chill, Amanda!” Nate says, backing away and putting his hands up in surrender. “I meant what I said. This has nothing to do with you or me. I just want to buy the store.”

  “Uh huh and it has nothing to do with the fact that you’re always asking me out and I always reject you?”

  "NO," he says firmly. "This has nothing to do with that. My wealth manager is constantly on my case saying I need to invest in the future. I'm not saying I'm Warren Buffett. But this is a start."

  “You’re going to pay four million for a music store?! Just open your own for a quarter of the cost!”

  “Look I won’t pretend as if knowing you and your family isn’t part of it. Okay? Business is personal sometimes, at least in the beginning. You work with people you like. But when money comes to money, business is business. Give me some credit. I’m not buying you. I’m investing in what you’ve created as a business.”

  “Bullshit!” I scream. “You don’t understand, Nate.” I almost hold back tears, trying to explain to him why this hurts. “My family means everything to me. This was my father’s dream. He built this store from the first brick up! We grew up together in this store.”

  “Right. And why shouldn’t he earn back what he put into it? Like I said. Why’s it a crime to be kind these days?”

  “Because, Nate! These are real people! These are real peoples’ lives you’re screwing with! Something people like YOU will never understand. That you can’t go around buying and trading people like life is some big game. Just because you can afford to treat people like garbage doesn’t mean you should.”

  I ignore Nate shaking his head.

  “The last thing I want is my father to get his hopes up and then you flake out when you realize we have no future together.”

  Nate finally shuts up.

  “Just please…go away. Leave me and my family alone. You…you could have any woman in the world. So go. Go make that woman happy. Lavish all your gifts and fancy dinners and celebrity treatment on her. She’ll LOVE you for it!”

  Nate frowns but this time stays silent.

  “Just leave me alone forever.”

  I turn around and stomp backward to the store. Just as I approach the door Nate speaks one last time.

  “Amanda…”

  I turn to him and stare vengefully.

  “I’m sorry for how I acted. The truth is…I love the business. I love guitars.”

  His tone shifts and becomes almost childlike. Almost introverted. Hardly sure of what he’s saying or what he believes.

  "I don't remember much of my childhood. But I remember being happy when I was a kid. I wasn't rich. I came from a poor family. All this shit, this lifestyle, celebrity…it's just what I fell into. The truth is, none of it feels like me at all. I mean sure, it's fun I won't lie and say it's not a novelty. But when I think of real happiness, I think back to when I was twelve years old. My mother."

  I fold my arms and listen in suspicion. He’s always playing me…

  “The earliest memory, the fondest memory I have is my mother. She played guitar for me as a kid. Just show tunes, simple music, but it was amazing to me. I thought I had the coolest mother in the world, a woman who could play like a rock star. I still do, God rest her soul. And I remember how thrilled I was when she offered to pay for guitar lessons.”

  I feel my anger soak back into my face. I stare at him blankly, barely believing what I’m hearing.

  “Even as a little kid,” he says with a pained smile, “I still remember asking if we could afford to do that. She said, ‘Don’t worry about that. Let ME handle that. You just decide if you want to learn.’”

  I listen blankly, even as Nate starts to tear up. Are those real tears? Who knows.

  “And I took those lessons. But I never learned. And part of me thinks, when this football dream is over, I want to go back to what I loved. That moment in time when I was really happy.”

  I can think of nothing to say but still stare him down. Still needing him to go. To drive away and leave me in peace.

  “This isn’t a bribe, Amanda. This is just a foolish man and a bad investor wanting to buy back some childhood memories.”

  He gives me one last glance and then walks to his car, just as eager to leave as I am to see him go.

  Nate

  I shove my way past dozens of arms, backs, chests, and heads. My team knows not to take my frantic escape from the field too seriously. I warn them, when I come in, I'm shoving my way past all the bodies until I found the shower.

  My head is dripping sweat. My body is shimmering off fluids—blood, sweat, and tears—what we give to the sport we love. All I want right now is a cold waterfall in my face. A cold shower that makes me feel whole again, makes me feel human.

  Because right now, high off winning our third undefeated game for the season, I feel on top of the world. My cock is harder and longer than the pigskin I threw today. Maybe I should invite some girls backstage, maybe that'll cheer me up.

  I high five Matt, my bro, right before turning down the hallway and reaching the shower rooms. I slap that 300-pound linebacker so hard he actually hollers back, "Owwch motherfucker!" HAAA!

  I tear off my uniform, those damn shoulder pads and boots, pants and shirt—I just want to be dick naked just as the day I was born. I rip off every last piece of clothing until I come down to the nitty-gritty. I pull my Reebok under-armor off and the final piece of my ego/id…yeah my jockstrap holding back the Lone Ranger. Hell yeah my big fat dick, motherfucker, it has its own name and is big enough to have his own sidekick named Tonto! Suck my dick, motherfucker, suck my dick, Tom Brady. Suck my dick Brett Favre, suck my dick Troy Aikman, suck my dick Colin Kaepernick.

  “Suck my diiiiii-?”

  I do a double take and jump two steps back when I see the most shocking and unexpected sight. Amanda Shannon standing in front of the showers, wearing tight blue jeans and a red Dallas Cowboys jersey.

  And staring at my dick!

  “What the fuck are you doing here?”

  “Ohhh I’m sorry,” she taunts me back. “I guess you hate people dropping in on you at work and being such a distraction.”

  I stare…and then smile, happy as a fucking hobbit from Lord of the Fucking Rings. “Hey, I don’t mind at all. But in case you haven’t noticed, I don’t hide my genitals from locker room guests.
”

  Amanda raises her brow and smiles.

  “Go ahead. Take a look. You know it’s on your mind. And we can’t really have an intelligent conversation until you take a look. Put your curiosity to rest.”

  “I’m not here to stare at your…”

  She stares at my erect penis, all eleven inches of that monster, and loses her train of thought.

  “Ummm…” she reluctantly laughs. “I’m not here to talk about your penis.”

  “Why are you here? I say, walking two steps closer, daring her to look down again. Who let you in anyway?”

  “I came to tell you that my father is seriously considering your offer. For five million. And I just want to hear it from you, Nate.”

  “Hear what?” I say, itching my dick. No, not really itching, just eager to touch it in front of her.

  “That you’re not going to screw us over. If my father signs…and that’s a big IF.”

  “It’s a big IF all right,” I say glaring into her eyes. “It’s a huge IF. It’s a really big and long IF.”

  I smile and stare into Amanda’s eyes very proud of my Texas-sized erection that’s calling out her name.

  She finally laughs…against her will. She's angry to laugh at my juvenile sense of humor. But hey, come into my workplace and you're going to see some amazing stuff.

  “I want to know that you’re not going to throw a tantrum and play head games. I expect a formal contract with no loopholes…”

  “I already said what I said. I’m a man of my word. I’ve never lied to anyone. I’ve never disappointed, I’ve NEVER cheated anyone out of anything.”

  Amanda folds her arms and stares haughtily into my eyes. For some reason, her arrogance pisses me off. I’m going to let her have it.

  "You know, I don't give a shit about what the press says about me. I don't care what you or your brother think about me. I ain't NEVER lied to anyone. Not any of the women I've fucked in this room. Not any of the girls I fucked at home or in a hotel. None of the married women I took to bed either, because you know what? They're the ones cheating, not ME. I'm a pleaser of woman and I make no apologies for that. You don't want your wife cheating on you? Then treat her right, motherfucker! All I am is a machine with two functions. Quarterback and human vibrator!"

  Amanda cracks up laughing. “Just shut up, Nate. If you would shut up once in a while, you might actually seem like a decent human being.”

  “You know what? I’m tired of having this intellectual argument while I’m standing here butt naked and as hard as rock. If you want to keep judging me you better do it from a distance, woman, or else I’m going to keep walking forward.”

  “Yeah?” she says, taking a step back while I step towards her.

  “Yeah. I’m telling you for real. Leave now.”

  “Or else what?” she asks quietly.

  “Or else I’m going to give you the rough fuck you’ve been needing for the last ten years. I’m going to fuck the prissy little angst-ridden bitch right out of you and you’re going to actually smile for a change.”

  She takes one step back. I take one step forward.

  “You’re stalling. Go now.” I say in warning.

  She takes a nervous swallow. Her eyes are feral. Her chest is rising and falling with deep, heavy breathing. Her nipples are pushing through her shirt.

  A chill comes over my whole body. My cock grows another half an inch and my whole body flexes hard—I got one more touchdown left in this dirty, drained body.

  I lunge over and take Amanda into my arms. Her eyes shoot open and she gasps for air. I push her against the wall, desperately inhaling her scent. The smell of arousal. Of breaking a sweat. Her pussy already longing for me.

  I reach for a kiss but she turns away. Instead, she takes my face down to her neck letting me kiss and suckle at her shoulders. I kiss her fervently, desiring more skin—desiring more taste. I take my burning lips to her other shoulder and trace a path to her neck and downward to her warm chest.

  "Uhhh!" she moans. "I don't know why I'm doing this," she says in disgust of me. Yeah, I'm used to that.

  "Hmmm?" I say, rubbing my hungry face in between her covered breasts. "I think I know why. I think I know what you want."

  “Uhhhh…” she sighs. Angry. Disgusted. But surrendering to me.

  She waits impatiently as I lift her jersey. No bra. Just big fully engorged breasts with hard pink nipples.

  "Yeah, I think I know what you want," I grunt as I lean her against the wall with my waist freeing my two hands. I reach in and tear her shirt open, exposing her perfect titties.

  She groans in passion as I stuff her eraser-like nipples in my mouth. Taking turns, licking and sucking her titties like I own them.

  “Mmmmm…” she sings shyly, too ashamed to even holler out like she wants to. I suck her left nipple until she gasps throwing her arms up against the wall.

  I kiss all around her smooth belly, while squeezing both of her nipples in between my fingers.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she mewls.

  I reach over to kiss her cheek in the throes of passion. She starts biting—gnawing at my neck. I let her sink to the floor, letting her taste every inch of me. She licks the sweat off my breasts, down to my six pack, and down to my sensitive lower belly spot right above my pubes. My body shudders as she kisses me there several times, while stroking my hard cock.

  She stares down my cock until she laughs and blushes. “I can’t fit that thing in my mouth. Not today anyway.”

  I laugh with her…right before bringing her back up to where I want her. I tear her remaining shirt cloth from her body and then start undoing her jeans. Jesus, I need to see her, I need to feel her. I unbutton her tight ass jeans and pull her pants down to the floor. She runs her hands over my head as I help her step out of the pant legs and onto the floor. Nothing between me and her sweet pussy except a red thong.

  I kiss her right on the material, smelling her sweetness. I roll down her panties slowly, all the blood in my pounding heart rapidly falling into my hard dick. Oh, Jesus, she has such a beautiful little strip of bush. Neatly trimmed with a perfectly shaped pussy and lips. I yank her thong away and lift her body up again, eager to give my cock what it's been begging me for since the beginning.

  She groans loudly as I hold onto her thighs and find her pussy hole. I take my time inserting my huge cock into her wet slit, making damn sure she feels every inch.

  “Ohhh God…” she moans.

  “Yeah…” I grunt in response. “Is that what you want?”

  “Ohhh!” she screams, as I insert more inches into her wet steamy cunt. “Ohhh god it’s so huge.”

  “You have no idea, just how deep it goes.”

  “Oh fuck!” she cries to herself, too embarrassed to fully let go. But that’ll change the longer I fuck her.

  “Take it, take my cock,” I warn her, pushing more dick into her wetness, and grasping my arms around her tightly. I hold her in the air, in my arms, and start slowly thrusting into her shy little cunt.

  “Yes! Yes!” she squeals, taking more inches of hard cock.

  I fuck her faster, hard enough that I can lean against her body and send my hands upwards—to clasp her hands on top. Now we’re hand in hand with my body thrashing against hers.

  "Ahhhhh!" she groans as deeply as an animal. I growl back, loving the feeling of our breasts rubbing against each other—her hard nipples being tickled by my chest hair. Her pussy juices slivering all over my wet warm cock. Her adorable little drag strip tickling my lower belly as we lash against the wall.

  “Ohhhh I don’t know what I’m doing,” she coos into my ear.

  “You’re coming onto my cock, that’s what you’re doing.”

  “Mmmmm!” she hums, eyes shut, tightening her face, resisting a dripping orgasm she didn’t even know she had in her.

  “Cum for me. Cum on my cock.”

  “Ohhhh God, ohhh Nate…” she says hugging me tight, taking my face closer in between her bounc
ing titties.

  “Ohhh God…I’m gonna cum,” she meows, ashamed of just how good it feels to surrender to animal-like passion.

  “Cum like you mean it,” I say grabbing her hair and using the momentum for a harder, tighter fuck.

  “OH GOD! OH GOD! OH I’M CUMMING NATE!”

  “Take it! Take it! Ohh here it comes.”

  “Ohhh fuck!”

  We both unleash a guttural scream to the ceiling as we dash each other with genital fluids. Her pussy juice lathering my hard cock…my sperm shot shooting deep into that tightening pussy.

  “Ohhh God…” she says with a choking voice, feeling another quake of orgasm.

  I spurt more cum into her and shake off the jitters from my face, unleashing the last bit of power I have left…before finally…going soft.

  I am so drained of all fluids, I gently put her down and then collapse on the floor. Her sweat and my sweat covering me. My body outstretched and gloriously naked. Gloriously dirty. Tainted with her pussy…the one dessert I’m insatiable for.

  Her fast shallow breathing is such a turn on. She’s struggling to breathe, trying to return to normal composure after getting a rough wall fuck of a good time.

  “Ohhh my God. You emptied my balls so bad I feel like passing out on the floor here,” I sing, quite happy. Like a kid in a candy store. “Are you…were you…” I laugh. Jesus, I hope she was on the pill. But fuck, was that worth a crazy risk.

  She looks at me and smiles. “You asshole,” she says, grabbing her pants and frantically getting dressed. “Your team could come in at any minute.”

  She steps into her pants and pulls them up. She grabs what’s left of her shirt and tries to push it together, at least enough so that she can make a mad dash to the car and avoid embarrassment. She gets semi-dressed and turns around, eager to leave me in my filth.

  “Wait!” I say, still gasping for air, still unsure of what to say after a mind-numbing fuck. But desperate for her attention. “Wait…we need to talk…”

  “No. Go shower, you big dummy. I got to go before someone finds me!” She laughs all the way out the hallway and out of the arena.