“Around half a mill each, you two have earned, that is some going in three months,” Tina says.
“Cool, so how much is our cut from that?” Cally asks Tina.
“Cally dear, that is your cut,” Tina replies with a smile. I love how she is so honest.
“Holy mother of God, that is obscene, that puts us close to two mill a year,” Cally comments.
“Correct, but don’t forget, this job doesn’t last forever, you need to look remember that,” Tina says quietly, "there comes a time when you are not recommended anymore and the John’s stop asking for you, that time comes sooner than you can imagine, I know from experience,” she adds.
I look at Tina and can see she used to be a classy chick before she waitressed at Lenny's. And she still looks pretty fit for her age and has done well for herself since she got out with us.
“So, we only really have five or six to make the most of it then?” I ask, sipping my drink.
“Yes Shona, you are correct, any more than that and you will regret it.”
“Hey, Tina, I know I shouldn’t, but Frank, how the fuck did I get him?” I ask as I lean forward so no one can hear me.
“You have to look at the bigger picture,” she says in a pissed off voice.
“Yeah, I know, but fuck is he arrogant, he gives you all the big I am and all that, he is a true male chauvinistic pig, if I ever met one,” I reply.
“We have to take the rough with the smooth dear, it is not like he wants to shove things up your ass or anything. Thankfully, he just thinks he is a better lay than he is,” Tina says as she shrugs her shoulders, “and at the end of it, he spends over a million a year here, so he is a good client.”
“Well, I just hope I am not stuck with him very often, there is only so many times I can decorate my apartment before it becomes obvious,” I reply with a giggle.
“Well, I see you have learned how to divert your attention... next time you might get him. But don’t look at decorating, that is too expensive, just think of new curtains or something, that is way cheaper in the long run,” Tina replies laughing.
“How about you Cally, you have any complaints or gripes?” Tina asks.
I watch as Cally raises her both of her hands and laughs.
“Whoa, don’t bring me into it, I am totally fine with Shona being Frank's regular lay, honest,” she says as she continues laughing.
I grin, I can see the Irish in her sense of humor, oh, I hate it, but she is funny.
“Well girls, if you have no more to say, I will go back to the office and get on with some real work, I have a lot of scheduling to do for the weekend,” Tina says as she stands. “Don’t worry Shona, I will see what I can do for you, but I am not promising anything,” Tina says as she walks to her office in her red clicking heels.
I take on board everything Tina had said to us, and I start to look at the bigger picture; six years and it could all be over, and that is if we are lucky. I bet a few girls are out before that time, so around four years as a good average.
Two million a year sounds a lot, but the way things are, at least half of that can go.
“So, what do you think about what Tina is saying?” I ask Cally.
“I might seem a bit light headed and not with it, but I think we should always be looking for a way out, no matter how much money it seems like,” she replies, “don’t forget, we have fucked our asses off to reach half a million, and how many quarters do you think we can keep that up for?” she adds as she shrugs her shoulders.
“Yep, you're right, not to mention, these John's are rich as fuck, how long is it before they become bored with the same pussy all the time?"
“Jesus, we sound like a couple of old hags talking of retirement already, we are thinking of how to get out and we have only just gotten in,” Cally says with a giggle.
“Back in a moment, I can see, Franklin is waving at me from the bar."
I watch as Cally walks towards the bar shaking her hips, she looks a real sassy broad, and I can see why she is earning nearly the same as me. I fuck my ass off because I can and I like it, yet Cally is just doing it as a job.
I sip on my drink and think about the situation which Tina has given us insight into; it is possible to stash our money, but this is still not going to last a lifetime once we retire from the business. I need to find another out, but what is the best way? The one that can bring with it the highest rewards possible...
"Conversations can be good or annoying, rant over!"'
Beau
"Love is like chocolate, it melts your heart and tantalizes every part of your being."
I had her here in the Bahamas. Two hours and forty-seven glorious minutes first class on my private plane. A Caribbean dream for both of us to share.
We were already settled in the motel that overlooked the beach and the mesmerizing crystal blue ocean. I was in Heaven as I waited for her to put her swimsuit on. Her eyes lit up and she was sure that I was destined to be the sweetest man on the planet. She had told me on the plane how much she truly loved my heart.
The truth was that I loved her heart too. But I couldn't do anything about it. No one could know my secret, not even the perfect Shona. I'd held onto it for so long now it had become a part of me. And all I wanted was for my life to be worthwhile. My partner could blow everything on the stock market if he wanted to. Thankfully, I had been saving while he was fucking around. He always gambled his own share of the profits. Which was his inclination, not mine. I wanted to make money for a real reason. No one would ever know unless they deserved to. I hadn't met anyone else that was reverent enough to share the knowledge.
Except for Shona. Shona deserved to know... maybe.
"Oh, my God. This is like the most perfect place on Earth."
Her hair is up and she wears a yellow swimsuit with a short skirt that flows over her silky legs. We've only just arrived and I want to fuck her brains out already.
"Geez, Louise. You are hot!"
"Listen here Beau Boy... you didn't bring me all the way to the Bahamas to fuck my brains out, did you?" Her hand is steady on her hip.
"Well... actually..."
"You devil! I'm taking you out for the day," she says making my dick depressed by her words.
I'm not shallow at all, but I really can't get enough of her. My Monday girl. I look at her long chocolate hair as she places on a straw hat with a yellow ribbon tied around it. She looks like a supermodel, except way better. I'm even more attracted to those eyes. They say, "Come fuck me, and I love you" at the very same time. I'm only human.
"Right, where are your shorts Mr.?" Her eyes dart over to my travel case.
"Um..."
Her hands unbutton my jeans and she pulls them down, accidentally letting my boxers come down as well. My cock is harder than steel as she bites her lip. My hands go automatically to grab her and she jumps away like a frigid schoolgirl.
"Oh, no you don't! Later you can sample that. The menu here is the beach, the sun, and the sand."
She fumbles through my belongings and my cock flails and settles itself down.
"Here you go. Dark-blue shorts and a white t-shirt. Oh, yeah Beau Boy, you're gonna have such a good time." Her voice is genuine and assertive at the same time.
I think I'm in love with Shona Anne-Louise Gerome. My mind moves to our last fuck as she checks the tourist guide…
“Mhm, mmm, I love your shirt. I wanna peel it off and suck on your nipples,” she says placing a finger in her full, red mouth to tease me.
“Do you kitten?” I am harder than gold.
“Uhuh!”
I feel my body tense.
“I wanna do the same to you,” I comment as I undo my buttons allowing her to see my chest.
“You will do as I say, Beau. Then you may take me as you wish. But not before.” I love her assertive tone.
Fuck, I need her.
I look at the bed. Maroon, satin sheets ready to be laid on. The gold curtains are drawn and the ambient li
ght from the chandelier bellows over her perfect body as she strips for me. I want her to do whatever she wants. It turns me on. I need her like the trees need carbon dioxide. I really think she is becoming my favorite. We can talk or fuck for hours.
"Strip!" she says making me feel sexy.
I take off my unbuttoned shirt and I tease open my pants, letting her enjoy the show.
Her eyes widen for me, "God, I should be paying you, handsome."
I laugh and smile at her gorgeous curves. She makes me think I'm hers. And oh boy, sometimes I wish she was.
I look at her again taking her all in, "Fuck, beautiful you are too nice to me."
"Only 'cos you deserve it!" She walks to me and kneels as I let my cock out in front of her wanting face.
"Mmm, I want to lick it and milk it clean."
I feel my legs go slightly weak as she teases with her mouth in the shape of an O and I gain the perfect view of her cleavage. I want her so badly it hurts.
She lets my boxers and pants fall to the floor. She helps me step out of them and caresses my ball sack. I wince as she slaps it with control. Fuck, I can’t get enough of her. She’s intoxicating.
She places a finger on my chest as she stands, "You're gonna work for me, baby."
I love her words because they make it seem like there's no one else and that I'm the only one. Fuck.
"Lie down and get comfortable my Beau Boy."
That's what she calls me.
"Shona..."
"Sssh, you're with me now, Big Boy!"
She grabs my hand and we fly out the door as she is raring to go…
"Love is like chocolate, it melts your heart and tantalizes every part of your being."
Shona
“Beauty lies in the heart and can be seen by the way he treats you.”
I couldn’t stop thinking about our last time…
“Finger me, Beau,” I say as I moan from his warm tongue.
He has some light stubble that touches my pussy lips, making me wetter than I thought I could ever be. There’s no lubrication in a tube needed when Beau is here. My walls are wetter than the Great Wall of China in a hailstorm.
“Fuck, baby. Yes, just like that.”
He presses his thick fingers into my soaking cunt as I try not to let my legs lose control. He’s more than enough for me. I need him to make me cum. It’s been a long day and none of the other men usually want us to achieve orgasm. It’s all about them, most of the time. But with Beau… it’s bliss. He wants to make us aroused and cum. Sometimes, multiple times.
I feel my walls subside as he fingers me and licks my swollen clitoris. He loves getting his face wet in my horny cunt. Yummy Beau. My action man. He loves to fuck me and he loves to finger-fuck me when I suck on his cock. He is such a naughty billionaire. Rich, sexy and desperately good looking. Just how I like them.
“I’m cumming,” I say as he licks me up like an ice cream.
He continues as I finish with wobbly legs, “Oh fuck. I want to fuck your wet pussy so bad, Shona.”
I know he’s had a long day. Normally we play. But today it’s just straight sex. For the pleasure of it all. I bend over and land on all fours. I place a soft pillow under my breasts. My ass is in the air as I let him place his erection inside me. I want it. Bad!
He fills my walls as they stretch from the big size of his circumcised member, “God, you’re so wet and tight, Monday girl.”
I pant as he starts slowly, making me want every bit of him. He’s more than good as my arousal covers him and he holds onto my hips to thrust into me.
“Ooooh, oooooh,” I moan loudly as he hits the spot every few seconds. He loves it when I moan.
“That’s a good girl. Moan for Beau Boy.” He speeds up and my hands grasp at the sheets as I lay with my pussy and ass in the air as he takes me like only he can.
“Come on Beau, let’s have a walk down at the marina, there are some gorgeous yachts in there,” I say as I pull on his manly arm dragging him there.
“It’s private, we can’t go in,” Beau replies.
“Oh, come on don’t be a wuss all your life,” I reply.
I finally manage to drag Beau to the gate of the marina and can see the sparkle in his eyes when he sees all the boats.
“Morning Miss Shona, how are we this morning?” the harbor master asks. I spoke to him earlier this morning.
“I am fine Tom, thanks for asking,” I reply as Tom opens the gate for us.
“How the hell did you manage that?” Beau asks as he walks inside the gate and onto the pier.
“I have my ways, and no it is not what you are thinking,” I reply in a grin, "so, you like all these boats?” I ask as we stroll along the pier.
“I do, I have always loved boats and sailing, but I have never really had the chance to pursue it for one reason or another." He examines all the fine lines on the yachts and catamarans that lay there bobbing in the water.
“Wow, look at that beauty at the end, that looks so cool,” he says as he drags me towards the end of the pier.
“Oh, that catamaran, climb aboard and have a look,” I say as I step on board.
Beau stands and looks at me smiling, “Have you... have you booked this for me?” he asks as he steps aboard.
“I have indeed, now take us into the open sea me hearty,” I say in a false pirate tone.
We head out into the ocean and look back towards the white beaches and all the exotic palms that line them. The sun blazing down as we enjoy the yummy caviar and wine.
“So, are you enjoying it then?” I ask as I slip off my blouse,” it is a bit warmer out here than on land.
My breasts are heaving lovingly before me as I place my blouse on a hammock which adorns the underside of the canopy.
“You ever had sex in a hammock?” I ask Beau smiling.
“Never, I have never even been in a hammock,” he replies with sexy eyes.
“Neither have I, but it will be fun to try it one day, don’t you think?" I slowly unbutton his shirt, “you must be red hot out here with this shirt on, there is no one here so you can bare yourself a little,” I add.
“Well, I am a bit warm, but I am not sure if it is the sun or the view of your breasts in that bikini top, it leaves not a lot to the imagination,” Beau says as his gaze is firmly fixed on my breasts.
“At least I will never drown with these beauties,” I say as I cup my breasts and lift them as if I am floating as I laugh.
“Very true, your very own built-in life jacket."
“I fancy a quick dip in the water, you want to join me?” I quickly slip out of my bottoms leaving nothing to the imagination.
“Wow, you look, well, you look hot,” Beau says as he slowly removes his shorts.
He stands before me and I can see the bulge in his shorts, he is packing something serious down there. It's all for me.
“Are you hiding something from me?” I ask him.
“No why?” he asks opening his palms.
"Well your shorts look mighty small for what you have inside them,” I say giggling.
“Oh, I thought you were being serious,” he replies with a grin.
“You better drop them,” I say to Beau smiling.
“What, my shorts?” He looks surprised.
“No, silly, the anchors, we don’t want the boat to drift while we are swimming,” I say as I walk to the rear of the boat wiggling my ass.
I climb on the swim deck and watch as the waves lap against the rear of the boat, I dip my toe in the water and look towards Beau and quickly dive in.
“I am all wet, I shout to Beau,” as I look at him standing on the rear of the boat, “come on, get wet with me,” I add with a giggle.
I watch as Beau jumps in the water, and comes bobbing to the surface.
“I forgot to tell you something,” he says as he begins kicking his legs.
“What is that handsome?” I reply as I swim closer to him.
“I am not that good a swimmer,”
he replies as his head bobs under the water and I can see his arms waving frantically.
I swim towards him and grab his arms and pull him towards the boat, I can feel my breasts pushing against his chest as we bob in the water.
“I think we should get out,” he says, “I may be a bit of a liability,” he adds as he pulls himself from the water.
I look at his body, his hair slick from the water; tiny droplets run down his chest towards his washboard stomach. Beau stretches out his arm and takes my hand. Then he pulls me from the sea and my body falls against his. I can feel the coolness of the water between the heat of our bodies as we gaze into each other’s eyes.
“Come on then! I think we should go and dry off in that hammock for a while don’t you think?” I say to Beau, feeling happier than I thought possible.
“That sounds like a very good idea to me.” He takes my hand and we walk back towards the canopy.
“I am all wet,” I wonder if there is a towel anywhere we can use so we can dry our swimming things?” I say to Beau with a wink.
"Yeah, you can't leave any wet stuff on!"
“Oh yes, my Beau Boy...”
He's just perfection.
“Beauty lies in the heart and can be seen by the way he treats you.”
Beau
“Better the devil you know…”
My feelings were real…
Everything was perfect. From the chandeliers that hung from the center of the opulent room, to the fine Cuban cigars that were stocked in the hand-carved drawers. Over half a million dollars had been spent just on the furniture alone. There were silk and satin sheets covering the beds and beautiful jasper (crystal gold-tipped) lamp shades to match the velvet maroon and black French-themed rooms; a total of ten rooms with beds and two large suites where the voyeurs and orgies could take place in warmth and extravagance.
For a billionaire male, the place was perfect. Sexy, private, inviting and stylish. With a bar stocked with the finest alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages and a dinner menu and a lavish kitchen, well-equipped to handle fine dining for tantalizing tastes from around the globe. With roasted Bavarian duck, caviar and the most expensive truffles in the world. It was like Christmas for billionaires that wanted a taste of sex and the freedom of living out their fantasies at will. A menu of women was offered as well as the extravagant choices on the dinner and drinks exclusively featured lists.
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