Dirty Beginning (Dirty 0.50)

“My brother never stays long at these dinners,” Gia says .

“Where did he go?” I ask .

Gia shrugs and then takes another bite of her pasta .

I glance around the room filled with beautiful people, including more than enough handsome men my age who I could spend one night with. But none of them are what I want .

“Excuse me,” I say, getting up from my chair .

“Where are you going?” she asks .

I don’t bother answering her. She seems like a smart girl who is fully capable of figuring out where I’m going. And, if I tell her, all she’s going to do is try to stop me .

I’m sure that everyone’s eyes are on me again as I storm out of the dining h

all, but I don’t stop to look. My entire focus is on Arlo. And how I’m going to try to find him despite the fact that I’m sure there are guards throughout the mansion to prevent unwanted guests like me from entering the private spaces. Not to mention, there are over fifty rooms in this house, and it’s either going to take an extreme chance of luck for me to find Arlo or take all night for me to search through all the rooms .

But surely he would want to be found by me? He made sure I had a seat at his table. He wants me .

When we were getting the tour, we were only granted permission to about a dozen or so of the rooms. I’m going to assume he is not in any of those, so when I get back to the hallway that I know leads me toward the main areas of the house, I take a right instead of a left. Down a much darker hallway that isn’t lit up, meant to be as uninviting as possible .

I walk past door after door. I don’t stop to look inside any of the rooms, even the ones that have lights on and voices inside. I take a left and then a right as I feel myself getting closer to Arlo. I don’t know how I know where to go. Call it a sixth sense, intuition, or chance. Maybe it is plain dumb luck. Call it whatever you want, but when my feet stop automatically in front of a set of double wooden doors, I know that Arlo is behind it. Knocking would be the proper thing to do, but I’ve never been about doing the proper thing. And I know my chances with Arlo are slim. This might even be my last chance with him. I need to surprise him, throw him off guard .

I hear music pumping mildly behind the closed doors. It’s not the quiet, classical stuff that was playing downstairs, but it’s not a song I recognize either. Something fast. Pop music with a little bit of rock. I take a deep breath, trying to slow the pounding in my heart that matches the speed of the music, but it does nothing. The music, if anything, entices me further, making me want him more. Making me want to fuck Arlo to this very song .

I grab both handles of the closed doubled doors, push down on the levers, and then swing the doors wide open .

My heart jumps in my chest when I see Arlo. My eyes glow with lust, and I feel my panties soak .

I should be shocked at what I see. I should gasp or blush or run away. But, instead, I’m just incredibly turned on .

Arlo doesn’t widen his eyes or even raise an eyebrow when he sees me. He looks at me like I belong in his doorway. Maybe he put a spell on me that led me directly to his door. He’s sitting in a fancy chair that looks like a throne. His shirt is unbuttoned, letting me see every ripple of muscle on his chest down to the V that hides his cock beneath his tux pants. His eyes are fixated on me. I have no idea how I can be capturing any of his attention when he has three almost naked women around him with their hands all over his body. Their lips kissing and worshipping every inch of him. Their bodies willingly providing a very seductive show, only for him .

I force my eyes to tear from his and really look at the women surrounding him. Two are blondes with fair skin. One rather curvy, the other as thin as a rail. The third woman has jet-black hair and skin darker than night, her curves sitting somewhere in the middle of the other two. It doesn’t seem that he has a type .

None of the women care that I intruded on them. In fact, they act like I’m not even here. One continues kissing Arlo while another dances over his lap, and the third kisses his neck .

They don’t look like strippers or hookers to me. They look happy, like their purpose is to please Arlo .

It’s just a guess though. Arlo could be paying them. But by the jewels on their necks and dripping off their ears, the lace covering their bras, and the fancy dresses draped over various furniture in the room, they seem to come from their own wealth. Or Arlo pays his hookers like queens .

I take a second to decide my next move. No one has kicked me out, but no one has invited me in either. Other than Arlo’s intense gaze still locked on me, I might as well not be here .

But I have to decide. Do I want to turn away and take my chances at getting him alone by myself, or do I join them now and share him with three other women ?

Both .

I’ll join in on the fun now and try to get him on my own later .

I take a step forward, and then I close the doors behind me. When I turn back, his eyes are still on me .

This is going to be too easy , I think .

I reach behind me and find the zipper on my dress, quickly pulling it down. I slip my arms out of the straps and let the dress slink down my body. I shimmy it over my hips before it falls to pile on the floor. I step out of the dress and start walking toward Arlo .

I’ve never had a threesome before, let alone a fivesome or whatever this is. But I don’t lack confidence when it comes to my body or sex. And, from the hint of surprise in Arlo’s eyes when I stepped out of the dress, I know that he appreciates my body, too .

I walk forward until I reach the blonde, who is still dancing in Arlo’s lap. I grab her hand, and I move my body close to hers until I’m rubbing up against her, dancing with her in front of Arlo. His eyes intensify even more, but he still doesn’t say anything. I turn to the blonde and put a finger under her chin. I pull her toward me, off Arlo’s lap so that I can trade places with her. And then I firmly kiss her on the lips, letting our tongues tangle together and then slowly part. I keep my eyes on Arlo, showing him what I plan on doing to him when I get my turn with him .