Billionaire Romance: Club Billionaire (The Complete Series) (5 page)

“
Right, well she isn't a prostitute, I can assure you
of that. She will not be paid for what you saw. She is there of her
own accord, by her own choice. There is no coercion here. A man may
wish to offer a more sizable tip to such women, if they wish, but
they are not required to do so. These men think they have all the
power, but down here, we have power too. The power to say no.”

“
And what about you?” I ask. “Do you only serve
drinks and food?”

A smile washes over her face, a hundred memories flowing
through her mind. “No. I've worked here for years now. The allure
of some of these men is difficult to resist. Some, I've slept with,
yes. Many times.”

Her candor is refreshing, at least, given that I was
brought down here not knowing the full details. I suppose, Kyle can
be blamed for that.

“
So I guess that's why they only employ beautiful
women?”

“
Of course. Each of these girls is here at the invite
of one of the members. If they wish, they can leave at any time and
never return. That never happens.”

“
So who invited you here?”

“
A friend,” she says. “Someone I've known for some
time. The same man who invited you.”

“
Kyle?”

She nods. “I knew him in college.”

“
You went to college?” I can't contain the surprise
in my voice.

She nods again.

“
And have you ever...”

She laughs. “With Kyle? No no. Not him. We are nothing
more than friends. He helped me when I was struggling for work, told
me about this place. Believe me, when I first came here, I was like
you. Scared, timid, completely out of my depth. Now I make more money
than I used to working on Wall Street...”

“
Wall Street?!” I say, shocked.

She laughs again. “I know. Strange career trajectory.
I lost my job during the financial crisis. I had a nice apartment, a
good social life, a car, exotic vacations, all of that. Then I lost
it all and was left with nothing but debt. I ran into Kyle one day
and he told me he knew something that might suit me. And the rest is
history.”

“
So you started working here as a waitress only?”

“
At first. But like I say, some of these men are very
alluring. Power is attractive, Belle. You'll realize that soon.”

Again, I think of Kyle. His naked, shining flesh. Those
dark brown eyes. That bulge beneath his towel...

“
So, the real question, Belle, is whether you're going
to come back on Friday?”

I look up at her from behind my glass.

“
Friday is the busiest evening here, aside from
special events. I need all the girls I can get.”

I absentmindedly run my fingers over my pocket, feel the
wedge of money inside. I've got enough to pay a month's rent already,
by the feel of it.

“
So I only need to serve drinks and take orders?”

Alice nods. “If you wish.” She winks at me subtly.
“So, I'll see you on Friday then.”

With that she sinks the rest of her drink, twists
around, and disappears from the room without another word. Leaving me
there, with only my thoughts, and plenty on my mind to ponder.

Chapter Two

“
So, so, how's the new job?”

I'm sitting in my smoke filled living room, surrounded
on both sides by Trey and Glenn. They're both looking at me
eager-eyed, keen to know how my night went.

I shrug, and keep my expression placid. “It was OK.
Just like any job really.”

“
Well, can we come down and get those free drinks you
promised?” Trey looks at Glenn, the two of them trying to concoct a
free night out.

“
Um, not the best idea,” I say. “Too early in the
job.”

Of course, the truth is that these two have no idea
where I work, and never will. Their father, Aaron Gilbert, is a
wealthy man, but pales in comparison to the men I met the previous
night. Unless he sees a dramatic upturn in his fortunes, he'll never
become a member of the club, and neither will his sons.

So, I lie to them, as I was told to do by Alice. Club
Billionaire, it seems, is like
Fight Club
...you never fucking
talk about it. Only a member can mention it to another member, and
any girl who ventures down there on invite is subject to the
strictest of confidentiality clauses. I've already signed several
forms to that effect, which pretty much make it impossible, and
extremely dangerous, for me to utter a word about the place beyond
the company who know about it.

These two stoners, however, are like a couple of
jackrabbits. When they're not high off their bong they both appear to
have some sort of mild form of ADHD. Both are chatty, fidgety, and
intent on asking questions. If I didn't know, I'd suggest the weed
has a medicinal use to calm them the fuck down.

I avoid their questions, however, sticking to my legal
promises, and get on with my day. One which involves running errands
that are long overdue.

First of all, I manage to just about get my car to a
local mechanic for a tune up. The thing has been belching black smoke
for months and is in need of some serious RnR. I'd already counted up
my tips from the previous night – a quiet one according to Alice –
and came up with $560. The sight of that money almost sent me into
shock.

I spend half of it on a downpayment for my motor before
going grocery shopping. Another symptom of being poor is to end up
eating noodles and tomato sauce every other meal, with soup, bread,
and whatever else is cheap in between. Hardly the most nutritious of
diets, and liable to fill my body with a few extra unwanted pounds.

When I return, copious bags of food in hand, I find the
stoner twins assuming their usual position playing video games on the
sofa, drinking beer, and smoking weed. The smell, so caustic and
bitter when I first moved in, is now almost homely to me. Some days
it even has an effect, sending me laughing like the
Joker
along with the rest of them.

That evening I cook them dinner, so grateful for their
help in finding me a job, and watch with a smile on my face as they
devour every last bit. The two of them have become like my wacky
younger brothers, the brothers I never had. Being an only child will
lend itself to such feelings of melancholy from time to time.

When Friday dawns, there's nothing on my mind but Club
Billionaire. I prepare for the evening by going shopping, spending
the rest of my cash on the sort of outfit I saw the other waitresses
wear the other night, and getting my hair trimmed and colored.

I look in the mirror at the finished product before
leaving and see a changed woman. Glamorous, sexy, seductive. Like
Alice, only a few years younger.

My heart pounds with nerves as I approach the mansion on
5
^th
Avenue that evening. This time, though, there's more
than anxiety and apprehension there – there's excitement too. I
stop on the street outside and watch a couple of men appear, stepping
from limos and casually pacing inside.

Billionaires. Men with power beyond reckoning. The type
who shape the world as they see fit. I begin to imagine what sort of
conversations take place down there as they sip on their whiskey and
suck on cigars. What plans are concocted to deepen their wealth,
shape the fortunes of nations, alter the course of history. The
thought makes my head spin.

At the entrance I'm greeted by two guards. They look
just like the men from the other night. Black suits, white shirts,
automatic weapons. Both carry stern scowls, as if mastering that
expression is a prerequisite for the job. My guess is that they're
both ex military.

They order me to show my pass, which Alice issued me two
nights before. It's scanned, along with my entire body, and I'm
nodded through without so much as a smile. They don't even glance at
my copious bosom, peering over the top of my shirt. Now that's
professionalism.

I reach the elevator, and my pulse quickens. Once more,
I'm scanned as I pass through. I use my pass to activate the controls
on the inside, and press the button for the floor below. A notice
that there appear to also be several floors above this level as well.

Given that the basement is for meeting the needs these
men have to socialize, drink, smoke, and fuck, I begin to wonder what
the other floors are for. With my mind lurching forward searching for
possibilities, the elevator drops, the door opens, and I'm greeted
with a sight that sends my heart galloping and nerves shredding.

Tonight
, I think to myself,
I'm going to make
a lot of money.

Ahead of me, the hall is filled with life. There must be
at least five times as many people here this evening, perhaps more.
They mingle and drink and smoke. Some laugh and share anecdotes.
Others talk quietly in corners, discussing more serious topics.
Between them, some of the most beautiful women I've ever seen float
around, smiling bright and wide, drawing eyes wherever they go.

One, in particular, catches my eye. She's brunette, her
hair shoulder length and wavy, her eyes dark and alluring. Her skin
holds a darkish tone too, giving her an exotic feel. South American,
perhaps. Maybe Brazilian. She looks like a supermodel. Perfect in
every regard. Slim, but not skinny. Curved in all the right areas.
Her bust, her ass, her hips all wiggle in unison as she struts from
place to place, taking orders, receiving compliments. She takes
everything in her stride.

She's very different to how I saw her previously. She's
clothed, for a start, and not tied to a bed. I can't see between her
legs, right up into her cunt. Her skin isn't dripping with sweat, her
face not drawn in an endless expression of pleasure. And she hasn't
just had Kyle eating her pussy, sharing the meal with his dick.

She seems to catch eyes with me from below as she flits
around, but quickly diverts have gaze away. Then Alice notices me,
standing too long at the edge of the gallery, and quickly approaches.

“
Belle,” she says, her voice a harsh whisper.
“You're not here to ogle the crowd. Get to work...!”

I remember myself, remember I'm here to do a job, not
fantasize over the most beautiful couple I've ever seen in the throes
of some sexual game. I step forward, holding my grace, and
immediately fall into the same act as the previous night.

It's only about 30 minutes in that I notice the
beautiful Brazilian departing the room, slipping through the door to
the 'brothel' with a casual confidence that belies what goes on in
there. She goes in alone, most likely with a man already awaiting
her, and an odd surge of jealousy spreads through me at the thought
that it might be Kyle.

More girls come and go, as do men, but all the while
Kyle remains elusive. For the next few hours I keep my head down, do
my job, and marvel at the number of bills I've already managed to
collect. I allow myself the briefest of counts in the bar room while
fetching some drinks. Only half way through the night and I've got a
thousand dollars in my pocket.

I feel like I'm in a feverish dream, or like I've
suddenly been blasted into the future where the value of money has
dropped significantly. As if this thousand dollars is only the
equivalent of a few measly bucks. I still can't believe this is all
real. That such simple, menial work can garner such money.

But then, to these men, it's like handing out pennies to
the poor. They probably see it as charity, as a way to help these
girls through college.

It's midway through the night when Kyle appears. I watch
him step out of the elevator, dressed as sharply as ever, and drift
down the steps like he's walking on air. Even among these men, he
seems to stand out, as if there's an aura around him. Every glance,
every little look and smile sends a shiver up my spine. A shiver of
desire, and need. A throb inside me that can't be satiated by my
fantasies alone.

And quickly, I begin to discover what Alice was talking
about.

Power is attractive, sure.

But power and beauty is impossible to resist.

Chapter Three

Kyle approaches me.

My nerves stand on end, but my facade doesn't change.
He's wearing a serious look, eyes penetrating me.

“
Belle, a word?”

As when I first met him, it's not a question. He walks
toward the door to the bar, passes through the room, and continues on
into a stock room further back. I follow, the sound of voices and
glasses clinking fading into nothing. Soon, we're alone, standing
face to face in a room filled with boxes and other unused props and
furniture.

He fixes his eyes on me.

“
What were you doing on the other side of the building
the other night?”

I stare at the floor. “Nothing. I was just curious as
to what was back there.”

“
And how did you feel about what you saw?” I can
feel his eyes probing at me, but keep my gaze on everything but him.

“
I guess I was surprised. But then Alice explained
everything to me.”