Filthy Rich Vampire Playboys (Filthy Rich 1)

It was hardly surprising I was how I was. Rather than try to keep out of the limelight, my mother had courted it. She’d been asked to be part of the reality show 'The Real Business Women of Malibu' and couldn’t resist. It meant people had watched me grow up on screen. There’d been uproar when I’d been caught having sex with my mother’s best friend at eighteen, mainly because that part hadn’t been scripted. It resulted in me and my family being thrown off the show. Mom went on to produce an Oscar winning movie which was a huge ‘fuck you’ to the producers, and it was the start of my reputation of being a wild party boy. I liked it and I kept it going. When they’d called us the Filthy Rich Playboys, I’d wanted to buy us shirts.

But all good things came to an end and deep down I had to admit that living up to my wild reputation was getting tiring, and dare I admit it—boring. Last night had been a blast, alcohol buzzing in my veins and sharing a woman with Smith. The idea of one woman between us did appeal to me—watching her coming apart while we all played with her at once, unable to keep her limbs upright cause she’d come so many times.

I imagined Serena with my cock down her throat, Carter’s cock in her pussy and her hands milking Flynn’s and Smith’s. I felt myself grow hard and lowered the waistband of my boxers. For the rest of the day I was hanging around at home and was currently lying on my bed with nothing much to do… why not spend a little time alone with my imagination? I accessed a porn site via my 50 inch television screen and found a gang bang video. While I watched I pictured the woman as Serena. My cock pulsed, itching for my hand and I grasped myself at the base and began pumping myself in steady strokes. The woman on screens legs were wide apart, and the camera zoomed in on her pussy, showing her juices dripping out of her. One of the men watched, his face between her legs and then he licked up her seam, taking the juicy moisture into his own mouth. He made her come with his tongue and she screamed with delight. Sitting up he kissed her and all I could think was of her tasting her own pussy juice and I fisted my cock harder as I thought of it being Serena instead. The men gathered around all playing with their cocks while she knelt in front of them and then one by one they all coated her in streams of their cum, all over her face. Cum dripped off her chin and onto her breasts.

I was done. My balls tightened and drew back and then I came in huge creamy spurts into my hand. Yes, I was all in on the decision to make Serena Ripley ours. My cock agreed and now I’d go find her and ask her on a date. See if my brain agreed too. That would be a bonus, but my cock came first, always. And with that thought if I could have high-fived myself for my wit I would have.

“Hey, Serena! You look like death.”

“Thanks, I feel like it.”

I followed her down the lobby. I’d decided to book in with the Dream’s personal trainer, and up my current training plan. One thing I enjoyed was to keep myself fit and strong, and if we had our way, I’d need stamina.

“So how come you’re so perky when I saw you wasted only a few short hours ago?”

“It’s my metabolism. I struck lucky. No hangovers ever.”

“I hate you.”

I grinned at her and she laughed back.

“So, when do you get a break, Serena Ripley?”

She stood still and turned to me, “Why?”

“'Cause you could use a coffee right now and my appointment's not for another thirty minutes.”

She rolled her eyes. “Come on, let’s go through to the restaurant. But only if you let me quiz you on your experiences using our Personal Trainers.”

“I thought you did Event Management?” I asked her. “Is that not getting the billionaires to spend their money?”

“Exactly, and that also means having a publicity event for the hotel and getting them to spend their money there. Ask them what they want and get them to donate toward it. Win-win.”

“I had no idea how ruthless you were, Miss Ripley. I have to say I like it.”

She laughed again as we walked through the restaurant door. She asked me what I wanted and headed off toward the counter. I watched the sway of her sexy ass in that corporate looking pencil skirt.

A coffee was placed on the table in front of me and Serena flopped into the chair opposite, looking worse for wear.

“Fuck, I need to remember not to party on a school night.”

I laughed. “Where’s your stamina? You’re only in your early twenties, right?”

“I’m twenty-five, but today I feel eighty-five.” She broke off a piece of cupcake and I watched as she placed it in her mouth. She made groaning noises and her eyes closed with pleasure.

“Mmmm, sugary goodness.”

“You might want to stop doing that in the restaurant, they’ll wonder what I’m doing to you under the table.”

She guffawed, showing her perfect pearly white teeth. Her green eyes sparkled. I ran my gaze down her body. She was one hot chick.

“Okay, so tell me. Why, when all you rich people have your own home gyms, do you come to the hotel and avail yourself of the facilities?”

“It’s simple. We get bored of rocking around huge homes on our own. So we come hang where we can see others. Plus we also get to show off our latest kit: gym wear, trainers, fitness trackers. Always one-upping the others. Competition is the main sport around here.”

She folded her arms across her body. “So really, the hotel gym is just a playground?”

“Yeah. Fill it with toys and we’ll all come.”