Billion Dollar Baby Bundle

by Simone Holloway

  “You’re not done for the night are you? I’m not finished yet,” Selene said.

  Ethan put out his hands in a provocative gesture. “I’m game if you’re game babe.”

  Selene suppressed a laugh and stood. “Good. Let’s go to the bedroom this time.” Looking around at the sprawling penthouse she added, “Where is the bedroom?”

  “This way.”

  Before heading to the bedroom Ethan picked up her torn stocking.

  “Here,” Selene said taking off the one still on her leg, “you can keep ‘em.”

  She tossed it to him, but before he could catch it, it hit him in the face. He wadded the pantyhose into a ball and smelled them. Breathing in deeply, he raised his eyebrow to her and said, “You smell nice.”

  “Lead me to the bedroom,” she said unable to suppress her laughter. She turned to him and couldn’t help adding, “If your ready.”

  “Is that a challenge?” he asked playfully.

  Selene shrugged her shoulders.

  Ethan smiled. It made the room light up. Selene had a sinking feeling in her gut; she would not be able to keep this relationship professional for long.

  The center piece of the bedroom was a four post bed. Ethan walked over and pulled the covers and pillows off on to the floor, leaving behind only the white sheets. He patted the middle of the bed inviting her to climb on. Selene crawled across the bed on all fours to where Ethan was standing and pouted.

  “Where do you want me?” she asked.

  Ethan unfurled the crushed stockings in his fist. “Lay face down.”

  Selene stretched out across the bed. Ethan took her hands and looped the stocking around her wrists. He then attached the loose end to the bedpost.

  He folded the second stocking over on itself and wrapped it around her eyes. The blindfold didn’t totally obscure her view, instead it turned the world around her into a series of shadows and amorphous blobs.

  Ethan knew how aroused she was by the anticipation of the unknown. He rightly guessed she would enjoy this game.

  In truth, she was a little disappointed she couldn’t see Ethan’s body anymore, but she was incredibly turned on by her expectations of what was to come.

  She felt herself grow wet again. Selene squirmed on the bed. Ethan spanked her.

  “Stay still,” he commanded.

  Selene bit her lip. She was barely able to contain her excitement.

  Ethan ran his hand over her ass soothingly.

  Selene arched her back propping her ass out, encouraging him to spank her again.

  With her hands bound, she didn’t have much room to move. She wanted desperately to see what Ethan was doing behind her while simultaneously, and contrarily, feeling aroused by not knowing.

  The moment lingered on. Selene knew he was waiting on purpose. It was torture for her, but when his hand came down firm and hard on her ass, the wait only made the sting sweeter.

  She cried out.

  Ethan brought his hand down on her again.

  Selene wrapped her hands around the stocking, twisting it until the circulation to her fingers was cut off.

  She whimpered as she gasped for air. Ethan hesitated.

  “Don’t stop,” she ordered.

  She felt Ethan’s soft lips on her lower back. He kissed her sweetly, then commenced with spanking.

  By the time he was done, Selene was too weak to support her body. She laid flat on her stomach exhausted from the force of his blows and the release of achieving orgasm. Her orgasm had been deep and gratifying on an entirely different level from the one

  experienced during conventional sex.

  Smiling, she buried her face in the clean sheets.

  Suddenly Ethan was behind her. She laughed to herself: she had forgotten about him.

  Concerned that he had hurt her, he surveyed her ass: it was red and small welts were forming over its formerly smooth white surface.

  “I’m sorry,” he said, “was I too hard?”

  Selene raised her head and let out a hearty laugh. “You think you’re too much for me?”

  she asked, an implicit challenge in her voice.

  Ethan shook his head. “I’m beginning to think the opposite,” he said under his breath.

  “You’re not finished already are you?” she asked.

  Ethan stroked his cock. It sprung to life hard in his large hand. He positioned himself behind Selene.

  She rested her head on the bed. She was eager to feel his cock inside her, but she felt spent.

  When he penetrated her, he moved slowly. He wanted to temper the roughness, to create something sweet and forgiving between them.

  His cock glided in and out of her with special care. His movements were controlled and gentle.

  Unexpectedly, shudders raced through Selene’s body. She never would have believed she was capable of multiple orgasms, but since meeting Ethan almost anything seemed

  possible: for better or worse.

  This orgasm was smaller, more subdued. The feeling was pleasant like a warm drink on cold night; it felt comforting.

  Selene relaxed her body, letting Ethan do as he pleased. His pleasure was in pleasing her.

  He continued his rhythmic thrusts, always conscious of her level of enjoyment. Selene sensed this intuition he had for her needs. Emotions she tried to repress found there way to the surface. She wanted to cry, but she refused to let herself. Instead, she concentrated on her bodies’ physical responses. It felt amazing to clear her mind of her concerns.

  After Ethan came, he quietly untied her and removed her blindfold. She was met with concerned expectant eyes.

  She moved to the side as he laid down on his stomach beside her. His arms folded under his head he watched her closely as if he was trying to divine her thoughts.

  A mark on his upper back caught her attention. She moved closer; it was a tattoo. A red and black geometric shape that spiraled around and twisted in on itself. It looked familiar, but she couldn’t place it.

  “What’s this?” she asked running her finger over the marking.

  Ethan turned over on to his back. “It’s a long story.”

  Selene paused. Something about Ethan’s finances had been bothering her. “If all of your parents money went into a trust, then where did you get the money to start your

  company?”

  Ethan’s eyes darted across the ceiling as if the answer was written there. “Investors. I traded on the family name.”

  It all seemed suspicious to her, she could tell he was holding back. Suddenly, she remembered where she had seen the symbol tattooed on his back. It hit her all at once: Belle Amie. Panic overtook her, she needed to get away from Ethan right away.

  3

  Slipping away from Ethan the night before hadn’t been easy. Selene knew her hasty exit left him suspicious, but putting her fears to rest took precedent over Ethan’s misgivings.

  If he was some how connected with Belle Amie she needed to know.

  Standing outside of the Belle Amie office building, Selene was struck by how ordinary it looked. It’s bland brick façade gave no indication of the services its employees provided.

  Selene checked the address again.

  After a quick phone call to an acquaintance and a lot of fake crying about her money woes, she had convinced her she was interested in becoming a, “Belle.” Her contact gave her the address of the service and arranged an interview.

  Selene rang a buzzer and waited. A monotone voice said, “Yes?”

  “I’m here for a job interview. Ms. Nin sent me.”

  Selene had no idea who Ms. Nin was, or if this person even existed. She was told this was the secret code of the service: a way of letting the people inside know she wasn’t a cop.

  The door unlocked and Selene entered. The lobby was cold and dark. Selene walked towards an empty desk, she assumed the secretary would be back soon.

  She stopped dead in her tracks. A painting hung on the wall of a red geometric figure twisting and tu
rning in on itself, surrounded by a black circle. It was the same symbol Ethan had tattooed on his back.

  Selene moved closer to examine the picture. She felt as if there was something she wasn’t seeing. It was like looking at a stereogram. A two dimensional image with repeated patterns, that if you stared at just the right way, a three dimensional image would present itself.

  Selene squinted and focused hard on the painting, but there was nothing. She was sure if she could just concentrate hard enough it would come to her but…

  “May I help you?”

  A woman standing in an open doorway stared at her sternly.

  “Yes, I’m here for a job interview.”

  The woman examined Selene. Satisfied with what she saw, she said, “This way.”

  Selene followed the woman down a long hall into a plain office. She sat across from the woman as she looked something up on her computer.

  “Now,” she began, “Alice, was it?”

  Selene nodded.

  “Alice,” the woman said again. She emphasized the name in a way that made it obvious to Selene she understood it was a fake name. “I hear you’re interested in working here.”

  “Yes,” Selene had rehearsed this part before coming, “I’m recently divorced. My husband got everything and I…” She paused for dramatic effect and looked away as if she might cry.

  The woman did not seem interested in Selene’s story or tears. “Yes, well that is unfortunate,” she said quickly trying to change the subject. “Now you are aware of what your responsibilities would be here at the company, should you get the job.”

  “Yes and I could sure use the money.”

  “Yes, well our primary concern is the satisfaction of our customers.”

  “I’ve heard that you…” Selene searched for the right word, “service some very important people.”

  “We cater to an elite clientele of wealthy gentlemen. Which reminds me, travel may be required. You have a passport, correct?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good, now,” the woman was interrupted by a phone ringing in the lobby. She sighed and said to herself, “Where is that girl?” turning to Selene she continued, “We’ve had a turnover in staff. We’re restructuring the company.”

  ‘Restructuring the company,’ Selene thought nearly laughing out loud. She’d read in the newspaper that there had been a raid at a party. Several Belle Amie girls had been arrested.

  Selene guessed that whoever ran Belle Amie was quietly calling in favors from their client list. Rumor had it, the list included the names of some powerful men: politicians, judges, CEOs. Selene feared Ethan’s name was not only on the client list, but that he may be involved in running the prostitution ring.

  The phone continued chirping and the woman stood. “If you’ll excuse me.”

  Selene listened as she left the room, walked down the hall and picked up the phone.

  She jumped up and began rifling through the desk drawers finding nothing of interest.

  Getting on the computer, she began opening files, hoping to come across something tying Belle Amie to Ethan.

  One file caught her attention: it was full of spreadsheets listing payments to several companies titled: Chalet One, Cane Hotel, and Alone Tech. Selene had never heard of any of these businesses.

  The spreadsheet showed profits in the last month for each company in the millions. Why did the names look suspicious to her? The sound of footsteps down the hall made Selene jump. She closed the files she was looking at and ran back to her seat.

  When the woman entered she eyed Selene carefully. The woman was no fool. If she knew Selene had been rifling through Belle Amie’s finances she didn’t know what they would do to her.

  The woman looked around the room: everything was in order. She sat down across from Selene and smiled. “Shall we continue?”

  The interview went smoothly in spite of Selene’s nervousness. The woman seemed to have warmed up to her a bit at the end, Selene believed.

  She was given her first assignment: a mansion in the hills. It involved a party and a gathering of wealthy men. Selene wasn’t sure what the job entailed. It didn’t matter to her; she had no intention of keeping the appointment.

  Selene parted ways with Belle Amie, for what she hoped, was forever.

  After a quick Google search of the companies mentioned on the spreadsheet yielded no results, Selene decided to act on a hunch. She picked up the phone and dialed Ethan’s office. Ms. Miller answered on the first ring.

  “Mr. Cole’s office, state your business.”

  Selene wanted to laugh at the stern old woman’s blunt way of answering the phone, but quickly decided it was a bad idea to invoke her wrath.

  “Yes, Ms. Miller, this is Selene…”

  “Mr. Cole is in unavailable at the moment.”

  “Well actually, I was hoping to talk to you.”

  There was a pause and then a reluctant, “Yes?”

  “Mr. Cole- Ethan, wants to meet me at the Cane Hotel. I wanted to show up early and surprise him with- well, best not to go into the dirty details of our arrangement. Anyway, it seems I’ve misplaced the address. Could you tell me where it’s located?”

  Her question was met with silence. “Miss Selene, what are you playing at?” Ms. Miller’s voice was ice cold.

  Selene strained to keep her voice friendly. “I just want the address, Ms. Miller.”

  “We both know there is no Cane Hotel. Does Mr. Cole know you’re snooping into his personal affairs? What am I saying? Of course he doesn’t. Why don’t I pull him out of that meeting and we’ll-”

  Selene hung up the phone. She had confirmation: Ethan was involved with Cane Hotel. If you could believe Ms. Miller, and Selene did, this hotel didn’t exist.

  Selene stared at a blank pad in front of her. She picked up a pen and wrote Cane Hotel, then Alone Tech and Chalet One. She stared at the paper, willing an answer to present itself.

  The letters began to shift, reforming in her mind: lane cote, noel hat c… suddenly the phone rang. Selene felt as if she’d been on the verge of something, but she didn’t know what. Frustrated, she picked up the phone.

  “Yes?”

  “Selene.” It was Ethan. Selene’s arms broke out in goose bumps. The first time they met she had a similar reaction, except now it was from fear. “I’m just returning your call. Is everything alright?”

  “I thought you were in a meeting?”

  “I was, it’s over.”

  “That was fast, I just hung up with Ms. Miller.”

  Ethan ignored her suspicious tone. “Look, why don’t you come over to the house? I have a surprise.”

  “Uh, I’m busy.”

  “I’ll come to you. It can’t wait.”

  Selene could feel her heart pounding in her chest. “I don’t think-”

  “I’ll see you in ten minutes.”

  The phone went dead. Ten minutes, she thought. She wondered if she should leave. No, I’ll confront him, she resolved.

  She put the phone down and began to rise when the pad of paper caught her attention: The Cane Hotel, Alone Tech, Chalet One. The answer flashed through her mind. It had been right in front of her all along: Ethan Cole. The companies were anagrams for Ethan’s name.

  What was he doing, she wondered. Curiosity conquered her fear; Selene paced the room eager for his arrival.

  When she opened the door on Ethan’s smiling face, she couldn’t help smiling back.

  Selene was instantly anger with herself. At best, he was a liar and manipulator, at worst…

  she wasn’t sure, but what she imagined scared her.

  In spite of this, she couldn’t suppress her attraction to him. There was a tenderness to his expression Selene found endearing. Jekyll and Hyde, flashed through her mind and the smile vanished from her face.

  “What’s wrong?” Ethan asked.

  Selene shook her head dismissively. “Nothing.” She forced a ‘happy to see you,’

  expression on her
face and said, “Come in.”

  Ethan beamed at her. How can he be so happy she wondered. She knew Ms. Miller would tell him she was asking about his dummy corporations. If he knew, and he must, he didn’t seem concerned. Unless he was playing his own game.

  Ethan walked inside and set a brown bag down on the dining room table. Selene eyed it suspiciously. She decided to wait for him to speak. Instead of explaining, he grabbed her around the waist, pulled her close and kissed her.

  He moved so quickly it startled her. Her whole body stiffened in his arms. Ethan looked concerned.

  “What?” he asked. “Is something wrong?”

  Selene was struck by how genuinely worried he looked. Is this the real Ethan, she wondered.

  She didn’t respond to his question. Instead, she pressed her body against his and kissed him coquettishly. She nibbled on his bottom lip, then kissed his neck.

  “You’re very strange today,” Ethan said with an awkward laugh.

  “You have no idea.”

  Selene bit his ear. Grabbing his tie she pulled him to the table. She sat on the edge and wrapped her legs around him.

  She acted impulsively. Selene had noticed how after sex Ethan acted subdued and

  vulnerable to suggestion. She believed sleeping with him would calm him, leaving him open to her questions. She needed honest answers about his involvement with Belle Amie, and if she was being totally honest with herself: she wanted to fuck him.

  When she was alone with her thoughts Ethan seemed like a villain, a shadowy figure whose goals and agenda remained elusive and vaguely sinister. But standing here in front of her, he was charming and handsome.

  The danger she associated with his life felt alluring. There was a part of her that felt shame over her desire for him. He was like a drug.

  The image of Ethan’s wife lurking around a dark attic shot through Selene’s mind. She wondered if his wife had felt the same way when she met Ethan. What if her fate was Selene’s as well?

  Selene tried not to let her pessimistic imagination ruin the moment. She laid down on the table, pulling Ethan on top of her.

  He reached between them and unbuttoned her pants. She laid still; she liked it when he undressed her. He pulled her pants off her body, then flipped them over his shoulder like a matador.