VIP: Taken By the Billionaire

by Tasha Fawkes

  I abandon my now super erect nipples for my clit. I don’t rub it too hard or too gently. I find the perfect friction to go in sync with the finger I now thrust in and out of my wet center. My juices begin to flow down my hand. For a moment, I worry about the expensive linen beneath me, but then a cluster of nerves decides it’s a moot point. A few more flicks and thrusts have my legs trembling and gyrating as my orgasm tears through my body. I almost scream out but remember Aria’s room is within hearing distance.

  I lie there for a moment to catch my breath. My hands are sticky with my own cum. Curious, I raise it to my mouth and taste it. It’s not bad. I suck one more finger clean and cement the flavor to memory.

  My flavor.

  It takes a few more moments before I have enough faith in my legs to stand. Once I do, I go through the open door to the bathroom. Again, my mouth falls open in wonderment. This bathroom might be bigger than my entire apartment. Old apartment. Whatever.

  I gaze longingly at the tub but decide on a rain check. I’d spent a little more time than I’d meant to in bed with myself. Instead, I climb into the opulent glass-tiled shower and eye the many water jets facing me. Once I figure out how to turn it on, I realize I should’ve waited masturbating until I was in here. Besides the large rain showerhead above me, four jets line the wall in front and behind me. There’s also a wand. It catches my eye, and I begin to feel greedy.

  Fuck it – or rather, fuck me. I set it to the highest massage setting and blast it onto my still sticky clit. In moments, I come again, harder than the last time as the hot water simultaneously cascades and caresses me as I brace the tile wall for support. It’s amazingly blissful and erotic.

  I finish with my shower and do my hair. I even apply some makeup. The clothes I have are ordinary, but I don them anyway. No sooner do I finish when there’s a knock on the hall door.

  “Hey, you ready?” Aria calls.

  I fling the door open with a grin. “Sure am.”

  “Don’t you look more relaxed?” Aria gives me a knowing look. “It seems like a shower was just what the doctor ordered.”

  My cheeks heat at her insinuation, but since she’s not wrong, I don’t protest it. It’s then I notice we’re not alone.

  “Oh, this is Clint,” Aria says as I can’t help but eye his chiseled bare chest. “He’s going to help us find something amazing to wear out tonight.”

  We make our way through the maze of corridors until Clint opens a door and ushers us inside. “Ladies,” he says, “take your pick.”

  “Holy. Fucking. Shit.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop myself. It’s like a couture store threw up in here.

  “C’mon,” Aria guides me. “I bet you’re a size four.”

  “I wouldn’t even know,” I tell her. “All of my dresses come in small, medium, or large.”

  She laughs. “Not anymore, doll.” Aria begins to pile things in my arms before she shoves me into a changing area. “I expect to see everything!”

  I strip down to my underwear and begin to examine her choices. They’re all much racier than anything I’d choose for myself. Only…maybe that’s just what I need. After all, how well is being myself working for me?

  I slip into the first dress, a barely there white number that I eventually conclude I need to remove my bra for. Once that’s accomplished, I stare in the mirror. I’m not sure who this woman staring back at me is. The dress hugs her curves in all the right places. Sure, guys hit on me sometimes, but the chick in the mirror is hot. A complete stranger, but a fucking sexy one.

  As I contemplate whether or not I can pull this off, Aria appears in the mirror behind me. “I wanted to see if you needed any help.” Her gaze roams up and down my reflection. “Sweetie, I wanted to see them all, but I don’t think that’s necessary. You look fucking incredible. I’m actually a little jealous. I could never fill out that dress so well.”

  “You don’t think it’s too much?” I ask, meeting her gaze in the mirror.

  “Trust me, you look hot.” Aria’s smile grows wider. “And tonight, you’ll find out just how much fun too much can be.”

  Chapter 4 – Jase

  This club is certainly made to impress – at least to impress the average individual. From the moment we pull up outside, it screams opulence. Guards secure the iron gate, and once we’re through, the car pulls up to the large wooden doors framed by white pillars. Lavishness is nothing new to me, so it’s simple to remain stoic. Alexia’s excitement is palpable. It’s obvious she’s happy to be here.

  “As you can see, they’re all about the fantasy aspect here at Club Bliss…” She lets her voice trail off as we enter through the main doors.

  It’s not just any club – it’s a sex club. And it’s not just any sex club but a BDSM fetish-themed club. My cock twitches in my pants, but I maintain my neutral expression. This could get interesting after all.

  Performers act out a show for patrons on a small center stage. Two men have one woman trussed up. Her wrists are bound together as she straddles an open-backed chair, pushing out her tits and exposing her wet pussy to the crowd. Her naked ass hangs right off the edge of the chair where one of the men gives it a firm whack with a riding crop intermittently. Her ankles are each bound to a leg, and she’s completely helpless as the other man grabs her blindfolded head by a fistful of hair and rams his dick in her mouth. He begins face-fucking her.

  My cock twitches again.

  All around me, people mill about. Their attire also fits the scene with bondage being the main theme. Asses and tits parade about, and each has a man with a hard dick to follow it. Some walk around with whips and riding crops of their own. I fight the urge to snatch one from a passing woman and give her a good thwack with it.

  I fucking love the sound of a good thwack.

  “C’mon,” Alexia purrs, “I’ll give you the tour.”

  I allow her to take my arm and lead me toward the side of the room. Moments later we’re in a carpeted hallway.

  “We’ll take the elevator upstairs,” Alexia explains and rubs her body against mine as we enter the hall together. “That’s where the private themed rooms are. Want to know my favorite?”

  “What’s that?” I reply, more for her sake than my own curiosity.

  “They call it ‘Pure Sensations,’ and it focuses on sensory deprivation. It’s pitch black inside, so we only have our other senses to…stimulate.” She taps the button for the elevator as we reach the end of the hall.

  “Sounds like fun,” I say before the elevator doors ping open, and Alexia tugs me in after her.

  Just before the doors shut, an arm shoots inside. Alexia seems to recognize the cock-blocking appendage and quickly drops my hand.

  “As I was saying, I’m sure we can find a room to accommodate your needs, Sir,” Alexia says, suddenly all professional. The elevator door opens. “Trevor, darling. I didn’t realize you were back in town this evening.”

  Trevor eyes me suspiciously as he answers her. “Just got back to town, babe. Thought I’d see if you could get out of work early and have some fun.”

  I remain silent, seemingly bored by their conversation. There’s no point in putting Alexia in the hot-seat, despite my throbbing erection and blue balls. The second set she’s given me today.

  “Yeah,” Alexia coos and turns to me. “Sir, one of the girls will meet you upstairs. I’ll let them know you’re on your way up.”

  I nod. “Thank you.”

  Alexia takes Trevor’s arm, and he guides her back into the hall. Before the doors shut, I see her look back and mouth sorry at me. I shrug. It is what it is.

  Fuck Florida. Fuck this place.

  I take out my phone to text Charles. As much as I love fetishes and kinky sex, I’m not into the whole voyeur thing. I prefer to fuck women, not ogling them getting fucked by other cocks. I’m ready to go back to the hotel now. As I hit send, the elevator doors ping open on the upper level of the club.

  Across the open courtyard’
s atrium, my eyes fall on two young women. They’re both small, with firm bodies, one blonde and the other with long dark hair. I step out of the elevator to watch them. They’re completely oblivious to me. Though equal in beauty, one of them catches my attention more than the other. My already sensitive balls ache more at the thought of getting her to submit to me. I’m not sure why my reaction is so strong – usually, women are a dime a dozen. One is just the same as the next for me, as long as they serve their purpose and know their place. If they don’t, there’s always another willing to do it right.

  My phone goes off. Charles is ready. I continue to study the pair. They must’ve snuck up here, I determine by how they giggle and tip-toe about. I’m in the shadows, and a well-placed potted plant hides the bulk of me. With my free hand, I reach down and massage my throbbing cock, stroking it up and down through my slacks while I imagine face fucking the one woman just as I’d seen downstairs before.

  Charles, park the car, come inside, and come upstairs, I instruct.

  Maybe this night doesn’t have to be a complete loss. After all, when in Rome…

  I continue to watch them and rub myself. Do they know how sexy they are? Does she know what I could show her? I feel an undeniable need to take this woman to levels of pleasure she’s never seen before. When I’m through, she’ll be ruined for all others.

  Yes, this could work out quite nicely. The two women laugh a bit louder and more blood shoots into my dick. I hope to relieve this pressure soon. And I think I know just how to do it. That Pure Sensation room sounded interesting.

  I’ll get this hard-on taken care of. The idea of my release has me abandon my post.

  I go to secure a room because my plan requires privacy. Privacy and an offer that’s too good to be refused.

  Because I always get what I want.

  Always.

  So there’s no reason for tonight to be any different.

  Chapter 5 – Daniela

  Aria insists on taking me to her favorite restaurant. I offer to pay for my meal at least, but she won’t hear any of it. I’m not even sure that she pays, but I’m learning not to question her tactics. Whatever Aria’s deal is, she’s got it down pat.

  After a killer meal and a few good drinks, Aria announces that it’s time to go to the club. I won’t even lie. My heart jumps in excitement at her words. The drinks have my morals a little looser than they usually are. I dare say I may even be excited to go.

  The car drops us at the curb, but Aria tugs me around the corner when I try to move towards the huge line out front. “Not that way, babe.” She grins mischievously. “Follow me.”

  Aria takes me to what I guess is a side entrance. We slip inside with a nod from the man at the door. It takes exactly three seconds for my senses to be put on overload once we step out of that hallway and into what I guess must be the main room.

  “What did I tell you?” Aria asks, looking pleased with herself.

  It’s a lot to take in. Decadent, certainly. Overwhelming? Fuck yeah. Sure, it’s nice to look at, but I feel a little out of place. All around me, people walk around in bondage gear. They’re all beautiful and intriguing – don’t get me wrong – but I’ve never been in a place like this before. Besides that, I’m about as newly single as they come.

  No sooner do I turn around than Aria has two gorgeous, shirtless men on her arm. “You can touch them, you know. They won’t bite unless instructed to.” She winks, and I can’t tell if she’s joking or not.

  The specimen on her left arm detaches and stands next to me. “Hi, I’m Jared,” he says, “can I get you something to drink?”

  “Yes.” The word bolts from my mouth. A drink is just what I need. My buzz is fading quickly in this atmosphere and feeding that dragon may be just what the doctor ordered.

  “I’ll be right back then, gorgeous,” Jared says with a flirtatious wink and disappears into the crowd.

  I glance over at Aria who’s already all over her new sidekick.

  “What’s the matter, hon?” she asks as she picks up on my mood.

  Lifting a shoulder, I try to explain. “It’s all a bit much…especially since I’ve been single for like three whole minutes.”

  Within seconds, Jared is back with my drink. Aria whispers something into her new friend’s ear and then Jared’s. They both nod and take off.

  I look at her expectantly.

  “He’s going to get my drink.” She points after her hot guy. “Jared will meet us later. We’ll go explore until you’re more comfortable – just me and you.”

  This relaxes me…well, that and a huge gulp of yummy liquid courage I swallow. Look at me. All up in the sex club.

  I take another huge gulp and allow Aria to lead me down another hallway and up some stairs. I finish my drink when we reach the top. She frowns and hands me hers.

  She winks. “You need it more than I do, I think.”

  She’s probably right.

  Through the next door is an atrium, one of those multilevel things where there’s a courtyard in the center at the bottom. I’d say it’s like a hotel, but it’s too swanky. It’s downright fucking posh.

  I lean on Aria a little because the booze begins to affect my coordination. She doesn’t seem to mind it. An image of her naked chest from earlier flashes through my mind. I shake it off but can’t help but wonder if her breasts feel as soft as they look.

  Maybe that’s the kind of change I need. Maybe I’ve been barking up the wrong tree.

  More than likely, I’m just hurt and upset with men in general. Trust in that gender is currently gone.

  “We have to be quiet…we’re not exactly supposed to be up there,” Aria explains in a whisper.

  “What do you mean?”

  She looks up. “That’s the VIP area.”

  “We’re not VIPs?” I ask, although I already know the answer.

  “Not unless you want to put down a hundred grand for it,” Aria tells me.

  Holy fuck. “Consider me a mouse.”

  “Good, because we’re about to sneak up there.” She points to the next level.

  I bite my bottom lip, wondering if this is a good idea. “What’s up there besides VIPs?”

  “You’ll see,” she promises. “Just follow my lead. We have to get past him.” She points to a huge bouncer at a door down the hall.

  “How on earth are we going to do that?” This chick is crazy!

  “I have a plan,” Aria assures me. Something tells me that she’s done this before. “Do you have any gum?”

  I point to my tight dress, clinging to me like a second skin. “Not sure where I’d put it if I had.”

  Aria grins. “Right.”

  She grabs a small napkin from a table.

  “I’ll be right back,” Aria tells me. “Don’t move.”

  I watch as she seamlessly adds herself to a party already on their way up the stairs. The bouncer holds the door, but checks for member cards as they go. When he gets to Aria, she fakes as if she’s lost hers.

  “I’m sorry, miss, but I can’t let you through without a member’s card,” the bouncer says apologetically.

  “I understand completely,” Aria gushes. “I must’ve left it downstairs with my friend. I’ll go check and be back up later.” She gives him a wink and descends the stairway.

  “So?” I ask when she returns.

  She bobs her eyebrows. “Now we wait.”

  “I’m confused,” I confess. All that booze isn’t helping right now.

  Aria grins. “I jammed the napkin in the door lock when he was checking everyone’s IDs,” she explains. “Now we just have to wait for him to get distracted.”

  Aria looks around. There’s a rather large group coming our way. I watch in disbelief as Aria smoothly knocks one girl’s drink onto another, causing a scene. Sure enough, the bouncer rushes over to calm them down.

  “C’mon, now’s our chance,” Aria hisses, tugging my arm.

  It only takes a few seconds to get up the stairs and t
hrough the door. Once in, a rush of excitement washes over me. We did it!

  Past the atrium is a whole other area. It leads to several main rooms that each have a unique theme of their own.

  “Inside, there are seats and stages to watch performances. Well, except where we’re going,” Aria explains.

  “Wait – what?” I ask. “Where are we going?”

  In response, she leads me towards a door with a sign that reads Pure Sensations.

  I read the sign aloud and let the question hang in my voice.

  “It’s a kind of sensory deprivation – more specifically sight. The room is pitch black, and you have to rely on your other senses to guide you.”

  I shake my head. “No way.”

  “C’mon.” Aria coaxes as she reminds me to finish my drink. “This is a night for new experiences. I dare you.”

  She did not! Only she did. I stiffen my spine, feeling slightly pedantic in my need to thwart her dare…only I can’t. The idea of strangers touching me is too much, even when I’m drunk AF. “I’m sorry, I can’t.”

  Aria pouts but relents. “Okay,” she says and throws an arm companionably across my shoulders. “Let’s see if we can find something more your spee…”

  Her words fall short as a man approaches us. He’s finely dressed but somehow unintimidating. “Excuse me, ladies,” he says in a suave British accent. “My boss has overheard your conversation about Pure Sensations, and he has a proposal for you. He’d very much like for the two of you to join him in his private room. Of course, you’ll be compensated for your time.”

  I look at Aria in shock. This goes beyond the realm of new territory for me.

  “Okay,” Aria agrees. “You have piqued my interest. I’ll bite.”

  They both look at me, and I shrug my agreement. It’s not like I’m going to let Aria go alone. “Wait,” a thought crosses my mind, “what kind of compensation?”