Buyer's Market: A Billionaire + Virgin Dark Fairytale

by Dark Angel

"Because it's so fucking typical," I say with a smirk as I look at her, "and you're anything but."

  "You wanna know what's really typical?" she asks me, a smirk on her lips. "Is flirting with women at a bar."

  "I'm just making an observation," I say, smiling and shrugging my shoulders. If I'm honest, I'm fucking enjoying this game. "Ordering a Sex on the Beach is a stereotypical girly thing to do, that's all."

  She smiles and thinks for a moment before responding.

  "And how would you know anything about women?” she asks me, turning to me. I can see her eyes fucking twinkle.

  “Seems to me like you don't hire enough in this place," she says. "It's all men. Like someone likes the sausage."

  "That's kind of the point," I laugh. “A fucking sausage fest is what the females want.”

  “What goes well with sausage?” she asks me, a coy smile.

  “Mayonnaise and buns,” I reply back and she gives me a nasty grin that seriously leaves my knees fucking weak.

  Fuck, I’ve never been like this before with a girl.

  But I’m still cool. I still got my swagger. Not done with this rodeo just yet. "So how did you know I run this place?" I ask.

  "I have my ways," she says coyly. She notices the confused look on my face and continues, "I'm kidding. Your picture and title are hanging on the wall behind the bar. It doesn't take a genius to put the two together."

  Not sure what her angle is, but I’ll go along for now.

  "Well played," I smile. "What's your name?"

  "I'm Destiny," she says, extending her hand to mine. It's warm and slender and I notice her fingernails match the color of her lipstick. Her petite hand makes mine look massive, which brings a smile to my lips … and makes my fucking cock twitch.

  "So Destiny … you looking for a job?" I ask.

  "What, here? In this place?"

  "You just called me out for not hiring enough women … and if I'm honest, this place could use a woman like you. Come join our team as a manager."

  That’s right.

  You fucking heard me. Sure, it’s a snap decision. But I never get this far without not trusting my gut and making snap decisions.

  Besides, I'm in rare form tonight. Fuck. Here I am offering a manager position to a woman I've never met in my life. I don't even know if she's qualified. But something tells me she's fucking worth it.

  "I don't know … I'd be awfully outnumbered," she hedges playfully.

  "Which is exactly why you should accept," I say, making my point further.

  "I'll consider your offer," she says, grabbing her leather jacket from the back of her stool and slipping it on. "Maybe I'll see you around."

  "Wait,” I say, not letting her leave without a commitment. I know better. Besides, I know she’s feeling this. She wants to ride. “Let's do brunch tomorrow. 10 am. I'm making this easy for you. All you have to do is say yes, doll face."

  She's now standing and slings her purse over one shoulder.

  She looks at me for a moment without saying anything, and for the first time in my life, I think a fucking woman might actually say no.

  But instead she smiles and the first thing out of her lips is, "You've got yourself a date then, Python."

  That’s all she says before she turns and without looking back walks out.

  I can’t move.

  I’m staring at that ass sway back and forth. Back and forth.

  Fucking juicy ass. Makes me want to grab it. Squeeze it.

  Python, eh?

  She has no idea.

  5

  Destiny

  There’s a slight breeze in the air but the way the morning sun falls on my skin makes it worth it. I lay back against my seat, taking in the New York atmosphere as people around me engage in idle conversation. To my left, a couple is talking quietly, sipping lattes and nibbling at bagels while exchanging quiet looks of shy complicity.

  I always liked the 230 Fifth bar because of this. There’s an inviting atmosphere, and it almost seems like you’re sitting inside a magic bubble while the true grit of New York stays outside. Not to mention the view—the bar sits on the 29th floor, right on the rooftop, and it stands right in front of the Empire State Building. That's why I chose this bar as the place for my ‘date’ with Austin…no, sorry, I meant to say Mr. Python himself. I could've settled for neutral ground, but why do something like that when I can have the home advantage?

  If I’m being honest with you, I never thought that my visit to Python would end up with me going out on a date with the owner. And, of course, I never thought that the owner would be someone like Austin…

  I half-expected a man in his fifties with the look of an accountant, maybe some man boobs on his chest and some dollar signs flashing in his eyes, but that’s not what I found.

  Oh, no, I found something else entirely.

  Austin looks good, and that’s just the most simple way of putting it. Even with his clothes on, he outshined the male dancers that were putting on a show on the stage. And they were pretty hot. I mean, you saw them, right?

  Why am I even asking. Of course you saw them. Or at least saw what they were doing. You’re probably more interested in those male dancers than lil’ ol’ me.

  Why don’t you Google the word ‘python’ and ‘Queens Long Island City’ and see if a place like that really exists?

  What was I even talking about?

  Oh right. Austin fucking Price. The hottest man I’ve ever met in my life. I mean, the way his white shirt clung to his body, hugging his biceps and hinting at a hard built chest… my panties were getting wet last night and they sure as hell are getting wet just sitting here thinking about him.

  I mean, I’m sure I was dripping last night.

  It’s not a wonder that he didn’t just sniff and smell my juices.

  After I got home, I took out the vibe and really went to town. And that orgasm that I had…that Austin inspired…fuck. I think I must've just passed out.

  But, really, what fascinated me more than the way he looked, was the way he moved and spoke.

  I mean, it’s hard to explain, but I’m good at reading people. After working for so long in the sex industry you learn to do it pretty easily; if you don’t, you might find yourself in pretty fucked up situations. Didn’t read that casting director right? Well then, all of a sudden you might find a fist up your pussy and you’re the one paying money.

  So yeah, I had to learn how to read people.

  And the moment my eyes found Austin’s, and when I heard his voice… I knew he was different than other men.

  Okay. Fine. You want me to say it, don’t you?

  You want me to quit beating around the bush, that’s fair.

  Although…if anyone is going to beat around my bush, I want it to be Mr. Python himself.

  But yeah, you win. I’ll say it.

  Alright, here goes: the moment I laid eyes on him, I knew I had to fuck him. More than that, I knew he had to fuck me.

  So here I am now, waiting around for someone I barely know and I'm already imagining him with no clothes on.

  Oh, don’t worry, I’m not ashamed of that: I’ve learned long ago that, as a woman, I have to stand on my own two feet. I am what I am, and I want what I want. And I will never, ever, apologize for it. Sure, some people don’t like it when they come across a strong willed woman like me, but what am I going to do? Fuck them. I stopped caring what people thought about me a long time ago.

  Remember those two words, ladies?

  Fuck off.

  Women don’t think it’s proper and don’t like that I’m thinking about sex more than a guy? Well guess what? They can fuck off.

  Not some damsel in distress and that gets men angry? Well they can fuck off.

  Don’t need a man to rescue me and that makes people insecure? Well they can fuck off.

  I love sex. And if you’ve got a problem with my mouth right now, hun, then you haven’t seen what I’m about to put in it because I guarantee you that python
belonging to Austin Price is going to be slithering its way down my throat pretty soon.

  Something snaps me out of my reverie, and I realize it’s my cellphone vibrating inside of my purse. I reach for it, expecting to see Austin’s name flashing on the screen, but instead it reads Commissioner Vicks. I unlock the phone and put it up against my ear.

  “Isn’t it a bit early for you to be calling me?” I ask him, annoyed that it isn’t Austin on the other side of the line. Still, it’s a good sign; if he was the one calling me, it would probably be to call off brunch.

  Jesus, why am I this worried about Austin bailing on me? It’s not like I know him, or care for him. Get a grip, girl; if Lester has an interest in Austin, it can only mean that Mr. Python himself must have some dirt on him as well.

  “It’s never too early for me to hear your voice, babe,” Lester says with that gruff voice of his. It always gives me the creeps when he treats me like I’m his woman, but what am I going to do? He’s the Commissioner, and when you operate a strip club you need some important people as your friends. You don’t want to be making the wrong people your enemies.

  Yeah, sure, I don’t mind having him around when I have an itch to scratch courtesy of Eddie Cleveland, but that doesn’t mean I feel anything for that goddamn loser.

  Far from it.

  Still, Commissioner Vicks is a lovebird, ladies, and he has fallen hard for me.

  “I know you’re not calling me to read poetry, so out with it,” I tell him, growing impatient.

  Austin is going to be here any time now, and I don’t want to be on the phone with Lester when that happens. After all, I wasn’t at Python as a customer, but as someone… on a mission?

  Well, I wouldn’t be that serious about it, but the fact remains that Austin doesn’t really know the real reason behind me being at Python.

  “Well, how did it go at Python?” Lester asks, and I can sense his eagerness in the way he speaks. God, I can almost imagine him bending over his desk, his fingers curled tight around his phone as he smacks his lips, anxiously waiting for my words.

  “They have some amazing dancers, let me tell you, Lester,” I tell him with a smile, leaning back against my seat and crossing my legs. “And the bartender knows his stuff. You should try it out. Lots of women there and --”

  “Cut it out, Destiny, this is serious,” he cuts me short, and I picture him smacking his lips together and balling his free hand into a fist. “I want to know if you saw something out of the usual. Someone out of the usual, I mean.”

  “Someone out of the usual? Well, you’re going to have to be more specific than that. I think that ripped man dancing in his underwear for a crowd of manic women classifies as unusual, so I’m going to need more than that.”

  “Look, did you see a woman with blue hair?” he asks, and I feel that we’re getting closer to what this is really all about.

  “Blue hair?”

  “Yeah, she’s a young woman. Somewhere around your age, slender and beautiful, and she dyes her hair in a bright blue color. She’s hard to miss. Did you see anyone like that?” I think back to my night at Python, but I don’t remember anyone like the person he's describing. Still, between the dark corners, the private booths, and the bright stage, I think that I could've missed that girl pretty easily.

  “I don’t think I saw anyone like that there,” I tell him, still frowning as I try to remember the details from last night. “I mean, I could've easily missed her, the place was packed. What’s all this about, Lester? Who is she?”

  There’s a few seconds of silence on the other side of the line, and I can’t tell if he’s lost in thought or if he’s looking for the right words. “She’s the girl I’m looking for,” he says curtly, and something in the way he says it makes my skin prickle.

  “Why is she this important; she’s just a run-of-the-mill criminal, right?” I ask him and pause, hearing him catch his breath on the other line. “Why do you care this much about some girl sneaking around in a ladies’ club?”

  “She’s important, that’s all you need to know, babe,” he answers huskily.

  There’s something about the way he called me babe just now that makes my skin crawl.

  Somehow, I don’t think he’s telling me the whole story.

  The police commissioner doesn’t go around investigating common criminals, so what exactly has Lester pulled me into? I have enough trouble as it is running my club, I don’t need more bullshit to worry about. If he didn’t have the power to shut my club down with a snap of his fingers, I’d tell him to fuck off right now.

  “Lester, I don’t like this. I have a business to run and—shit!” Austin strolls inside the bar with that confident grin of his, walking toward me as if he owns the place. He’s wearing dress pants and a crisp white shirt, his smart eyes finding mine as my heart starts to race. “Listen, I have to go, I’ll talk to you later.”

  “Destiny, don’t you --” I hear him say, but by the time his words reach me I’m already pressing my thumb over the screen, ending the call.

  “You’re early,” Austin says as he sits across me. God, he looks even more handsome during the day than he looks under Python’s lights.

  “I always like to arrive fashionably late, but I made an exception for you today,” I tell him with a smile, tucking my phone inside my purse as all thoughts of Lester and his schemes vanish from my mind. “Of course, that means you’re paying.”

  “Sure. But I always like to get my money’s worth,” he shoots back, that devilish grin making my heart beat faster.

  Python, huh?

  Game, set, and match. It’s time to dance.

  Oh, this is going to be fun.

  6

  Austin

  I take one hard look at the mirror in the elevator as it goes up toward the 29th floor. Destiny’s probably already there, and I want to make sure that I look my best.

  No, you didn’t hear me wrong.

  I mean, I always look my best, and I’m not one to worry about the way I fucking look…

  But today I’m meeting her for brunch.

  It’s a fucking special occasion, okay?

  But no. Don’t you dare read too much into it.

  I mean, I don’t even date. I don’t even do this—brunch, what a fucking joke.

  But I just had to ask her out.

  Something came over me while talking to her at the Python bar.

  Actually, it was right when I saw her for the first time. There was something about her… She looked fucking stunning, sure, but it was something more than that.

  She looked like someone with fucking ambition. A woman with ambition, strong enough to go after what she wants… and get it.

  That’s why I offered her a position at Python so fast.

  You probably think that I’m some dumbass that just hires anyone who walks up to me in a skirt, huh? Well, you’re wrong, babe. I’m everything but a dumbass. In fact, I’m pretty smart; you don’t get to run a club like Python by being an idiot, that much I can tell you.

  And you walk up to me in a skirt? Sure, I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck you real good with my giant fucking cock.

  But I won’t be hiring you. I won’t trust you with my business.

  Destiny, though?

  She's something different.

  Still, it’s too bad that I won’t get to hire her. After she left I found that she was Destiny Renee, the owner of the famed Dirty Destiny, and I almost fucking choked on the whisky I was drinking when I found out she used to be a porn star. I’d like to tell you that I was a complete gentleman and that I didn’t look her up online but… Yeah, that was the first fucking thing I did when I heard the word ‘porn’. I found some of her videos and, holy fuck, is she hot.

  Yes, okay, I found those videos and I fucking jerked off to her. It took me maybe 5 fucking minutes to cum, and I came hard. She’s got a tight fucking body and I sneer to myself thinking of all the ungodly things I want to do to it.

  I mean, remember how she l
ooked perfect in that tight dress she was wearing back at Python?

  Right, that does nothing to what she looks like fucking naked. I only realized just how perfect she is when I saw her on the computer screen. Her heart-shaped ass seemed like just the right fit for my hands, and her tits are so perfectly round that I was almost salivating while watching her fuck.

  And the way she fucks… Where do I even start?

  I don’t mean to brag, but I’m a fucking beast while between the sheets. Sadly, I never found a woman capable of matching me… Until I saw Destiny’s videos. My first reaction was a simple one: I have to fuck her. And my second reaction was an even more obvious one… I stroked myself until I came, and let me tell you one more fucking time in case you didn’t believe me, or you moved on—I came in gallons.

  I did it in my office, and fine, I did it again when I got to my apartment.

  And you wanna hear the best part? I didn’t even remember when was last time I had jerked off. You know, there are dozens of willing women every night at Python, so I never really feel the urge to go on a date with my hand. But when I typed Dirty Destiny into my browser, well, let’s just say that what followed was inevitable.

  Ding! the elevator suddenly chimes, forcing me back to reality. I take one last look into the mirror as the doors slide open, and then I start walking toward the bar. She chose 230 Fifth Avenue for our date-brunch-thing, and it seems like a fitting place. I don’t come here often, but it’s a nice place; there are always hot fucking women lounging at any given time.

  I scan the place with my eyes and, just like I told you, there are at least twelve scantily clad fucking women I wouldn’t mind taking for a spin perched on the seats. But Destiny’s nowhere to be found. I walk through the place and head toward the bar near the terrace, and there she is, sitting by herself. She’s talking on her cell phone when she sees me.

  I walk up and, wasting no time, sit across from her.

  “You’re early,” I say, and she just smiles at me, placing her cell phone back into her purse.

  “I always like to arrive fashionably late, but I opened an exception for you today. Of course, that means you’re paying.”