As I rounded the turn on the old dirt road, The Billionaires Club loomed in the distance, standing there in all its remastered glory. It was an extravagant place, once a historical landmark the city could no longer upkeep, so the boys and I decided to buy it up and make it our own little hangout to unwind in. Its old, rickety doors replaced by gold ones, adorned with decorative filigree. It was made of stone and had a very rustic feel to in on the outside, which I joked matched half the men that frequented it. The rather large building had been gutted, made into a palace for us rich boys to play in. Having over fifty rooms for us to relax in after a hard day’s work, and we had the inside completely remodeled to be more modern. You could sleep there in luxurious bedrooms, drink there in a gorgeous old-style bar in the social room, hell you could even throw parties and there were plenty places to bring hot dames to fuck there. It was like a second home for us well to dos. Though I didn’t always agree with the goings on the inside. I always seemed to feel admittedly out of place there. I was once a poor man, down on his luck, until I realized that in order to get anywhere in this dog eat dog world, you had to take the bull by the horns. I began investing in properties and businesses at a young age, and now, I had a billionaire empire right at my feet. But that never seemed to be enough for some people. Especially people like that silver spooned, born into money snot, Oliver Price. I passed the grove of trees that lined the long, linear driveway, pulling up into the circle drive of the club. I left my handsome black and red Ferrari in the circle drive in front of the club and made my way through the golden doors. As I walked down the old hallway, the stone caught the sound of my Gucci loafers clicking against the floor, echoing through as I finally made it to the social room. As usual, even for a Tuesday evening, the social room was a buzz. Many a man with a dame on their arm, the single and married ones sharing drinks at the bar. And amongst those men at the bar were Michael Grace, my best friend, and that wily little bastard, Oliver. He immediately spotted me heading towards them from the doorway, a shit eating grin spread across his face as I beelined towards them, my anger rising up in my throat and almost spilling over into a throw of hands. I was a Brooklyn boy through and through, and where I came from, if someone fucked you over? You made them pay. One way or another. I tried to shake off my savage thoughts of pummeling Oliver to a bloody pulp as I reached them, but the nasty thoughts lingered, giving me a bit of satisfaction. I might not be able to let the bastard have it in real life, but I could always fantasize about giving him a good, old fashioned Italian necktie.“Well, Hello there, Pierce! So nice of you to join us!” Michael Grace beamed. He was a good man, a philanthropist type, and the richest of us all. He was a better man than most, but he never looked down on anyone. We had been best friends a long time, and he had been the first one of the boys to welcome me into the fold, and some days I felt like he was the only one of our ‘friends’ who truly accepted me. Michael was always so supportive, even though we were rivals. He had a sense of respect about him, and toe stepping wasn’t his bag. He was also a self-made man, so I felt he understood me best and where I was coming from. Many of the other men were like Oliver- born into money and pompous little trust fund asses about it, something I couldn’t stand. Not knowing, of course, of the bullshit Oliver had pulled. I nodded to him in acknowledgement, directing my attention to that weasley, country bumpkin bastard. “You little shit,” I growled, pointing a finger right in Oliver’s face as he took a sip of his whiskey, “My acquisition of a small media brand I wanted to help flourish suddenly was overbid in the eleventh hour.” I tapped the bar with my fingertip, and the bar tender brought me my usual. “I fucking know it was you, Oliver. You and Michael were the only ones who knew I was even vying for that company at no contest.”Oliver cocked an eyebrow at me, setting his drink delicately on the bar, taking a look at his expensive jacket and casually pulled a stray piece of lint off it. Spouting off about how hard it was to find a good dry cleaner these days. His dismissal of my accusation not only caught me off guard, but just further enraged me. His pompous attitude was maddening, and started to override all of my common sense. Michael stood there quietly, sipping his drink, an annoyed look on his face. He was very close with both of us, and it bothered him so much that Oliver and I, his two best friends, ever clicked the way he had hoped. Instead, I saw Oliver as the villain in my story, constantly trying to fuck me over at every turn. Oliver finally directed his eyes towards me, that stupid self-important grin plastered across his face. “Pierce, I didn’t think you would be so interested in such a tiny little media group like that one,” Oliver smiled, that stupid entitled smile that he always had on his face. Born into money, Oliver was the epitome of boy turned into spoiled man, with no sense of morals- especially when it came to me. To him, it seemed like I didn’t belong. I tried to rationalize that it was envy, that I had started from the bottom and achieved more on my own than he ever had. But it was a stretch. I didn’t think Oliver was capable of any sort of scruples or feelings. He was tainted like many trust fund babies. Never really having to work too hard to get anywhere, and everything always falling right in their laps, spending most of their times tanning by daddy’s pool. Never having to do a damn thing other than sit on their asses and collect their daddy’s empire cash. I despised men like that. They were useless. “You know damned well I am very interested in creating inroads in media!” I raised my voice, taking my drink from the bar and slamming in down my throat, the burn of the whiskey momentarily quelling my anger. “I want to help these people succeed. You just want to take advantage of them and milk them for every penny you possibly can.”“Ouch, Pierce, I am genuinely hurt,” Oliver frowned. It was such a fake, pouting sort of frown that I wanted to slap right off his goofy face. “Everyone knows I cannot resist a bargain, and the price was too good to pass up!” He asked the bartender for another drink, and sipped at it, leaning against the bar with that stupid grin on his face. “You did that shit out of spite, Oliver,” I barked. “Must be daddy’s trust fund money and you sucking his empire teat dry isn’t enough for you.” Oliver’s face turned from smug to furious. He hated the fact he was born into money thrown in his face, especially since admittedly he had played some power moved to help his fathers’ company here and there. But mostly, he was just a spoiled rotten brat, and would do anything he could to be spiteful to his adversaries and rivals. “You’re too much a of a pansy to use your fists against me, so you use your little trust fund-built empire to fuck with me. You immature little troll.” I let a grin slip, hoping the bastard would get angry enough to hit me. Because boy did I want him to so I could show him a real ass whooping. “Oh yeah?” Oliver roared, “You know, two hundred years ago, those were fighting words. And those words would have got you a slap across the face and two bullets to the chest.” He threatened, raising his voice, calling attention to our spat. Other club members stared in awe, whispering amongst each other and watching in great anticipation. Oliver and I were now nose to nose, my fist balled up, ready to strike if necessary. “Gentleman!” Michael raised his voice, pushing gently in-between us. “In the business world, there are no friends, no accords. Sometimes toes get stepped on, but I don’t think Oliver meant it as a slight to you, Pierce. Oliver is not a man who is out for blood, he is a man of integrity. This was just business and a misunderstanding. It wasn’t intentional.”“Bullshit!” I rumbled, my loud boom echoing through the bar. “You like this little Kentucky Fried old bat had any sort of scruples about the things he does? He’s a vindictive little shit, Michael. I don’t know how you can’t see it!” Michael groaned at me loudly. He knew it was hard to get me calmed down once I was going. It was a character flaw sometimes, but my determination was what got me to where I was today. Rich as hell and almost on par with Michael Grace, It was then the bar fell silent. At first, I was certain it was because I had been yelling full bore, but as I turned to the door, I had suddenly forgotten what I was mad about completely. Dressed to kill, Katarina Grace, Michael’s beautiful daughter came stru
tting in. She preferred to be called just Kat, but it was so hard to not want to utter her gorgeous name. As she crossed in front of me to hug her father, it was hard to focus now on how pissed off I was. “Hello, Pierce,” She smiled at me, “Ollie.” She nodded to him. Both of us seemed speechless, standing there before us Kat’s shapely, brunette goddess of a body. She could have been a model if she wanted, but instead, she always stuck close to daddy and the business. She was sizzling woman in both mind and looks, able to make even the coldest of hearts melt in an instant. What I really admired about her was that although she was definitely a daddy’s girl, she was driven and had passion, and was also a hard worker just like me. She hadn’t let being rich taint her and was also as caring as she was fierce. She was a whole lot of woman wrapped in a curvy little package. I had pined for her for so long, wanting to feel and touch every inch of her voluptuous body, claiming her as mine. However out of respect of her father, I had decided long ago that no matter how much I wanted her, I wouldn’t make a move. No matter how many nights I had pleasured myself to her likeness, eyed her at the club and dreamed about putting it on her. Oh, the naughty, naughty things I wanted to do to little Miss Kat.
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Kat (Tuesday)
Hanging out at the Billionaires Club wasn’t exactly my idea of fun, but the spa was open that night, and it was time for some much-needed pampering. Claude was my masseuse, and much to my delight, he was an older, muscular gentleman. There was something about older men that really caught my eye, but my real passion was for those rich daddies that hung out with my father. There were some that frequented the club that I wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole, but then there were some that could melt my panties right off if they just gave the word. I stripped down to my underwear and Claude worked my muscles, easing away the knots built up in my back. He walked in front of me, and it was obvious he was having a little trouble containing himself. I giggled quietly to myself and let him work his magic, thanking him with a hundred-dollar tip as I slipped back into my little black dress. People usually looked at me and underestimated me, thinking I was just some rich brat who got whatever she wanted. And I mean, that was half true. But I was also a hardworking woman, trying to learn the ropes of the company from my father, and eventually wanting to take the reins when his time at the company ended. I wanted to be one of the most powerful, successful and sexy women in the world. Well-loved for my successes and giving back to the people who needed it most, unlike most of the billionaires who came around here. Hoarding all that money for themselves was ridiculous, especially when they had an overabundance of it. Greed was such an ugly thing, though most of the silver spoons really didn’t know any better, a product of their raising. I could see it now- Kat Grace, head turner, philanthropist and billionaire. I headed over to the nail station, a feature of the spa that I made daddy put in. I had told him when he first bought the place that I wanted it to be fun for girls too, especially me, the apple of his eye. I sat down at the table, and the girl began chattering away with me about fashion and celebrities, obviously a designer in the making. As she manicured my nails, she asked me what color I wanted, and I settle on a festive red with green stripe combo, with gold at the tips.“Going festive huh?” She grinned as she painted. “Why not? We are close enough to Christmas, aren’t we?” I winked at her. She laughed giddily as she continued her work. “Mmhmm! It’s such a beautiful time of year!” She smiled, continuing to polish my nails.“Absolutely, besides Halloween, it’s my favorite time of year. The lights, the Christmas trees, old Saint Nick coming with presents in his sleigh for the kids,” I smiled, “The only thing we are missing in Louisiana is the snow.”We bantered back and forth, she talked about the toys she was going to get her little boy, Jaden, for Christmas. She seemed so nice, beautiful and genuine. What she was doing stuck here and not off modeling or owning her own salon, I wasn’t sure. Though to be fair, they probably paid her a pretty penny to be here. In no time, I had a perfect, festive set of claws. I looked them over, holding them up to the light, delighting in the way they shined and sparkled. I tipped her two hundred and I thought she was going to faint. “Thank you, Miss Grace!” She cried out in joy. “No problem, you do great work! Make sure to get little Jaden a nice gift on me.” I smiled, picking up my mink coat and heading for the door. I may be rich, but I also hadn’t lost my humanity.
It was time to see what my dad and his sexy little friends were up to. As I entered the social room, I was met by a precarious sight- my father in-between his two friends, Pierce and Ollie, two undeniable hunky men, who looked like they were about to rip each other’s heads off. My heart pitter pattered at the sight of them, and I hurried over to father. I hoped that maybe I could diffuse the situation before it got ugly. Ollie and Pierce were huge rivals, despite both being best friends with daddy. And sometimes, it could get pretty ugly. We didn’t need that here in the club. As I entered the room, my Jimmy Choos clicking loud and fast as I rushed over, both men looked over and suddenly became very distracted. Much to my delight. “Wow, it looks like men fight over me even when I’m not in the room!” I winked at both Pierce and Ollie, who seemed to relax as I wrapped an arm around my dad’s shoulder and kissed his cheek. “Dang it, Kat!” my father laughed, wiping my red lipstick kiss mark from his cheek. “What? It’s a good look on you!” I giggled. Ollie slowly smiled at me, and Pierce’s gaze never left me.“I don’t really think lipstick is quite my thing, Kit Kat” He chuckled, pushing me gently. I giggled and pushed him back playfully. Times like these really reminded me of how good of a man that he was. He was a multi-billionaire, with money and power galore, but he was still just the same old dear dad that had raised me basically on his own since I was young. My mother had died when I was very young, but I had always felt that she had help shape him into the kindhearted soul he was today. He was an honest man who paid his taxes, and he paid his employees well, unlike half of the men here hanging out. A rare unicorn in a room full of mostly jackasses.“What is a pretty young thing like you going cooped up in a stuffy old place, full of older men?” Ollie asked, still eyeing me like I was the grandest prize he had ever seen. “I prefer the company of older gentleman,” I winked, hoping that he took the hint. Ollie’s cheeks turned a little pink and he chuckled. Pierce scowled at Ollie, obviously annoyed at his question. “Really? A young woman like you must have something better to do with your time than entertaining old farts like Ollie.” Pierce snickered, signaling another drink from the bar tender. God he was such a powerful force, always seeming to have everyone trained and at his feet. It was riveting. Ollie’s face went from a smile to a frown and he rolled his eyes. I linked arms with my dad and leaned me head against him.“Honestly, there is nothing more exciting to me than watching Daddy and his business buddies, talking hostile takeovers and business propositions.” I took one of my fingers and played with my necklace, slowly moving my finger down to the neckline of my dress, tugging it down ever so slightly. Both men were absolutely enamored with me, their eyes glued to me, and it was like I was in heaven. Both Ollie and Pierce had been around for most of my childhood and watched me grow up, and a lot of times, they treated me like a child. I wanted them to see me for the women I am now, not the child I was, and I would make them see me. So far, so good. My father, apparently tired of standing after a long day of work, started walking over to the leather sofa around the corner from the bar. I followed, along with Ollie and Pierce, taking a seat next to my father. Ollie and Pierce took seats in the couch opposite of us, their gaze still fixated on me. I uncrossed my legs and crossed them slowly, making sure to subtly flash a bit of my lace panties. I saw Pierce blush a bit, Ollie too, and the fact they both noticed sent tingles through my body. “So,” I said as sat forward, taking a lighter from the table and lighting a cigarette, “What kind of mischief are you two getting into lately? What was that all about when I came in?” I asked, sitting back on the couch. There was a brief moment of silence. Ollie and Pierce looked at each other, and as if they made s
ome sort of telepathic agreement, Ollie dodging the question completely with great ease.“Well, I am working on a new project, but in the big scheme of things I am not so sure it’s going to be fiscally beneficial.” “What do you mean? What’s the project about?” Daddy asked as I handed the lighter to him so he could light his cigar. He offered one to the boys, but they both declined. “Well, I’d like to take advantage of some tax incentives by building a housing development in an area of the city that is likely going to become lucrative in the near future,” Ollie smiled, his eyes leaving momentarily while he spoke to my father. “I want to build luxury condos there.”His eyes traveled back to mine, giving me a sexy little smile. What a bold move, right in front of my father, but I loved every second of it.“Are you talking about economic opportunity incentives? You can’t do that. That program is meant to give the poor access to more affordable housing.” Pierce clicked his tongue in disgust. “Luxury condos aren’t going to help the less fortunate in the area.”“Well what would you know about the less fortunate? Oh right…” Ollie snipped; Pierce’s eyes flared with anger. I could see we were about to be back to fighting any second, and I couldn’t have that. “So then why not just build more affordable housing in the area? Especially since there is a lack of it in the city limits?” I queried. Flashing Ollie a sexy little smile, making him a little flustered. “W-Well, the returns are much less enticing…” He sighed. “You see, Kat, Ollie isn’t the giving back to the community type, especially since he’s never had to live that way.” Pierce laughed, glaring at Ollie. “I mean surely you do believe in using your wealth to help others…Don’t you Oll’s?” I pressed, making Ollie even more flustered. I leaned forward, making sure both of them could see a little bit of my cleavage as I put out my cigarette, anxiously waiting for Ollie’s response. Even if he was a bit greedy, I still had an interest in not only what he had to say, but what was under those clothes. And greed had nothing to do with any of that.
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