Buy Me

“Naw,” I drawled. “Naw.”

And at that moment, Abby appeared. It was like taking a hit of the best drug on earth, a shot in the arm. Because in her presence, suddenly I felt alive, senses alert, my vision clearing like I’d been walking in a haze before. Oh shit, she was so beautiful, so fucking delicious, tasty and alluring rolled up into one.

Because Abby was dressed for the Ball. Occasionally, the Club sponsors a party for its members, a white tie affair with the best alcohol, the best girls, the best everything. And tonight was the big night. I’d invited Abby because there was gonna be an auction tonight, and I figured she could take a look, get a sense of how it worked, as well as how much the girls went for. I felt sure that once she met some of my brothers, she’d want to participate. She’d want the money, the promise of a week with a billionaire in exchange for financial freedom.

But seems that my planning had been too perfect, too uncanny. Because the girl was spectacular, Abby was dressed in a get-up that made my dick harden immediately, popping out against my tux trousers. The brunette wore nothing but a tiny thong, the black lace highlighting her creamy flesh, huge and enormous. And shit, but there was no bra. The handlers had attached pasties to her nipples, tiny coverings the size of quarters, glittery and flirtatious against those mountains of white, the creamy gazongas that swung this way and that as she teetered towards me.

“Hi,” the brunette said, breathless, grabbing onto a chair handle to steady herself. “Jared, I’m not very good with heels, so you’ll have to catch me if I fall.”

I laughed painfully, the sound coming out like hoarse cough. We were so close to one another after only a few days that the girl’s words, her secret smile at me, made my body rev, my heart jump.

“Fuck baby, you look amazing,” I complimented, eyes devouring her. “Fuck, you’re hot.”

Abby blushed then beautifully, making my dick rage once more. Because I’ve seen every part of her body, I’ve devoured every inch of that gorgeous flesh, and yet she was so innocent, she still grew rosy at my compliments. It only made me want her more, made me desperate to rip off the tiny items of cloth and stick my dick into her deep.

But this was the Ball. It was go time, the whole reason I’d invited the girl to the party was so that she could meet my brothers and be convinced that an auction was the right thing. So why the fuck did my soul feel like lead, like there were weights on my shoes, making every movement difficult? Why was I swallowing loudly even now, tempted to whisk her off in my private jet and beat feet, fucking party be damned?

Because Abby was perfect, of course my brothers would devour her, they’d be all over that firm female flesh. Of course the prices at tonight’s auction would be sky high, there’d be so much cash exchanged that the brunette would give in, consenting to sell herself for a huge sum of money. But still, my heart wrenched, limbs dead like I was moving through sludge. I wanted her, I wanted this girl, one hundred percent, and it was like handing over your first-born child. I would have given anything to keep her, and yet my sense of loyalty was making me sacrifice.

But I’d underestimated Abby because I trained her all too well. Despite the fact that we’ve only been together for a few days, she’s taken to the Club like a duck to water. Oh yeah, the brunette was comfortable wearing nothing but a g-string and pasties in the bar, even with a couple other dudes lounging around, looking her over appreciatively. That ass swayed, her boobies jiggling, and I could tell that she liked it, the caress of male gazes stoking her internal fires.

And Abby went for it too. My little slut was perfect, she’s perfect for me and perfect for auction because spinning on her heels, she turned and looked at me coyly over a slim shoulder.

“Daddy,” the girl breathed. “Did they prep me well? Did they get every place clean?”

And the air literally whooshed out of my chest because with a small hand, the girl reached in back of herself and gripped the g-string, pulling the fabric to the side to reveal that brown pucker, winking and blinking. Leaning over slightly, she bent so that the hole opened a bit, legs spread, to give me a clear view.

“Daddy, did they get me clean?” she murmured breathlessly, big boobies heaving, blowing me an air kiss. “Is my bottom clean? Can you check for me?”

And I was on it then. Fuck, it didn’t matter that we were in the bar, it didn’t matter that there were a couple dudes looking on. Because this is par for the course at the Billionaires Club, beautiful women are here for one reason only, and that’s to fuck. Maybe I couldn’t put my dick in her vagina, but I was going to take my last indulgence, I was gonna sample her back-end one more time before she became Club property.