Double the Price (SeXlection #2) (6 page)

“I
do
now have a meeting that will make us late,” I growled as I pulled out my phone. He looked at me funny as I kept jacking him off as I made the call then I dropped the phone on the counter. “Come, my fine ocelot.” Cecil cried out my name as he shot his load all over the kitchen cabinets. Two minutes later, I had him bent over the table and was
meeting
my cock with his ass. God, his brain turned me on. The way we worked together turned me on, like a fluid team meant for great things.

He was a ball of nerves in the town car ride to the brothel. I hadn’t realized how hard going back there would be for him. I couldn’t comfort him the way I normally would have with the driver there, so instead, I was a bastard and unzipped my fly and distracted him as best as I could.

I acted like bored master who wanted attention from his slave. But I was pretty sure Cecil got it because he sighed and gave me a fantastic blow job. I finished right as we arrived and righted my clothes before getting out. Cecil slid out next and swallowed so loudly I actually heard it. It wasn’t like I could hold his hand, but I did place mine on his lower back as I led him up the steps and in the front doors.

“Thank you for taking the time out—” the coordinator greeted.

“Shut it,” I snapped, narrowing my eyes at him. “I met some of those slaves at the ball. I asked for your best, Bob. We had a deal, and after I’ve been showing off your best here with Cecil to the best of New York, I have some very interested potential clients. I didn’t ask you for whores. I asked you for seducers, schmoozers, and
refined
slaves who would make good companions and are worth top dollar to those willing to pay it. I’ve had dozens of offers for Cecil already.”

I felt him flinch under my touch. No, I hadn’t mentioned that to him, but it wasn’t like I
could
even sell him. Or maybe I could, but he imprinted on me so that would just be cruel and that was one thing I was not.

“That’s dozens of wealthy individuals that might be willing to pay full price for ocelots of their own. They might not want that kind of commitment but they want
him
so give me people like
him
and I will give you buyers. You know my reputation. That is what I do, so pull this shit on me again and not only will you not be invited again, but I’ll go to
Jersey’s
brothel and talk to that coordinator. What will that say about New York’s that I had to go to Jersey.”

Bob cleared his voice and nodded. “Point clearly made, Mr. Morgan.”

“Good. Now, Cecil knows these people and has proven to be a most valuable asset. He will be picking who I am to interview.” Cecil’s head snapped up at me and his eyes bugged out of his head. I swear a stiff breeze could have knocked him over right then. “Am I wrong, my fine ocelot? Can you not handle bringing the very best this brothel has to my attention so that I may choose?”

It took him another moment to snap out of it before he looked to Bob. “My master would like to interview Rupert, Darcio, Sage, Mario, Lev, Joaquin, Lula, Jasmine, and Robyne. If there is a high interest in the few ocelots in the group from dinner, my master will arrange brothel security to be at his Hamptons house party and more ocelots can be brought from other brothels besides the four on that list but there will be no slipping off to the bedrooms at dinner so there is no fear of imprinting.”

“Agreed.” I gave a firm nod and Bob did as well after a minute. We were led in a plush sitting room to wait while the slaves were called, and when Cecil made no move to join me, I realized he would be breaking some kind of protocol until I gave permission—so I pulled him onto my lap and pressed my lips to his ear. “You did very well. Very well, my fine ocelot. I’m proud of you. I think we should stop for Chinese at that place you like on the way home and maybe some of that rich ice cream.”

“You spoil me, master,” he groaned, turning and kissing up my neck. “I have the
best
master in the world.”

There was a slight snort in the doorway that turned into a cough. I felt Cecil flinch before pulling away and hanging his head.

I was
not
having any of whatever was going on with that. I glanced over at the approaching slaves and narrowed my eyes. “Which one of you did that and what did it mean?” No one answered me and my hands clenched on Cecil’s hips. “You may speak freely in here, I prefer it actually, but I will have an answer or you all will lose out on what I offer and I promise you it’s better than
this
place.”

As one they all glanced at one man.

“It was me, sir,” he admitted once he was busted. “I apologize, it was a knee-jerk reaction to what Cecil said.”

“What is your name?”

He dipped his head in respect. “Mario, sir.”

“Explain what you meant, Mario,” I ordered as I ran my hand over the inside of Cecil’s thigh to assure him this wasn’t his fault and I was on his side. Or something like that. Comfort him maybe?

“I’m not sure most would agree with his statement that he has the best master
ever
when that master is here not weeks after purchasing an
ocelot
, imprinted on his master to do whatever the master wants, and already shopping for another slave.”

That was about what I thought whoever snorted might have meant. I glanced at Cecil and raised an eyebrow. “This is who you picked? Do they have such low stock here, my fine ocelot?”

“He wasn’t my first choice, master,” he conceded as he glanced at Mario. “But you do have clients who like feisty. Mario is feisty and very well trained in seduction if he can control his mouth. He loves both men and women equally which is harder to find. You do have couples coming to dinner that might be enticed into attending your Hamptons party.”

“Well done then, Cecil,” I praised, fondling his sac for all of them to see. Then I glanced at the slaves watching his pleasure with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. “I am not here for another personal slave. I am
more
than satisfied with Cecil, and there is no other like him in my eyes. I arranged to interview some of the candidates the brothel has to entertain at one of my work parties because there will be too many for Cecil to do it on his own. It is
nothing
like the balls that the brothels throw. This is a dinner party.

“Seduction, flirting, lavishing affection, and
entertaining
is what happens. Will your particular services be called upon? Yes. Will you be gang banged and treated cheaply in my living room? Not while I’m still breathing. You have a chance to rub elbows with some of the finest New York City has and they have made known they would like to have their very own Cecil who runs my poker nights and does what I have already said.

“If this does not interest you, you are free to leave this room without
any
repercussions from your coordinator.” I shot Bob a look to make sure he understood that was non-negotiable with me and he nodded. Then I focused on the nine slaves. “If you are interested, then sit down and Cecil will be asking you some specific questions since he knows my associates, how they respond to him, you nine, and what will be expected of you. You have a week to be ready and failing is not an option. I don’t tolerate it and
that
will get you in trouble. Understood?”

Several nodded and moved to the couches in front of us. One didn’t.

She glanced from me to Bob, then back to me.

“Jasmine has a question, master,” Cecil murmured under his breath so Bob probably wouldn’t hear.

“As your question. I don’t have time for games so speak freely.”

“Yes, sir. Will the guests know the rules of ocelots because of Cecil? The last party that did kept trying to corner me and force me to imprint because they thought they’d get me for free.”

“Some do,” I hedged, mulling that one over. “I will make sure that matter is handled if you make the cut. You won’t end up in a compromising position or my guests cheating the brothel. They know Cecil is special and an ocelot, but we’ve never discussed specifics of
how
imprinting is done.”

“Thank you, sir.” Jasmine moved over to one of the other couches and sat down.

I listened for the next hour as Cecil expertly interviewed them as I would any potential part-time employee for an event. Again I was filled with sadness at how the world looked at him because of his species and what he was born as. It was so stupid to me.

“I am finished, master,” he hedged, glancing at me. “Of course I’m sure there is lots you would like to add and—”

“Not at all. You did a wonderful job, Cecil,” I praised, making sure my voice carried so Bob could hear. “We should move on to the next part and sampling.” I did a double take as Cecil’s eyes filled with stark
pain
before he looked away.

“Of course, master.” He let go of my arm so he could slide off my lap.

“Where are you going?” I demanded and pulled him back against me.

He craned his neck and blinked up at me. “Moving so you might sample them.”

“
I’m
not sampling anyone. I simply need to see what they can do.” Then I glanced at Rupert. “I want you to sit on the free couch with Lev and seduce him. Lev, let him, but then take control as if you’re the potential master.” I glanced over at Bob. “The ones I choose will have to be available for a mock dinner. That’s the
only
way this will work when they haven’t been trained for this.”

“I will make them available,” he hedged, suddenly realizing there might be a whole other market he hadn’t tapped into. To me, he was the only whore in the room. Pimp really maybe since he made commission off the sex.

“Jasmine, same with you and Sage. Sage you’re seducing Jasmine, and Jasmine is the potential master.”

“Yes, sir,” they all agreed after a few moments of stunned silence. They went to it, and as they did, Cecil and I gave them pointers and helped them along. The ocelots were exceptional, namely Jasmine, Rupert, Sage, and Darcio. The others could make it if they had help or at least pass for acceptable for what we needed.

In the end, I agreed to have them all to the dinner as long as they passed my test run I would set up for a bigger poker night next week. I could have some trusted friends over and explain to them what was going on. Fuck, they would love it.

It took hours, and by the time we left, Cecil’s cock was hard and leaking. I couldn’t be sure, but part of me wondered if it was because I
hadn’t
sampled any of the slaves. Either way, by the time we got back in the town car, he couldn’t sit still. I told the driver the address for the Chinese place he liked, and then next thing I knew, he was blowing me in the backseat.

Then the driver was sent in to get our order as I fucked Cecil, kissing him and praising him for the good job he’d done. He ate up the attention and I was more than glad to give it to him. Yeah, what a hardship for me. I had the pleasure of fucking the most gorgeous creature I’d ever seen as a way of
thanking
him for all he’d done for me.

I had a very, very,
very
rough life.

4

“You want me to ask some our friends for a
favor
and help work with some of the brothel slaves to prepare them for your dinner?” Craig repeated back to me after I’d explained what I needed. I went over it again and my best friend burst out laughing over the phone. “Yeah, I think I can find some willing people. Might take a few twisting of arms—” He started laughing again. “I couldn’t even get that out with a straight face. Are you kidding me? They’ll be knocking each other out of the way for a chance at this and to get on your good side.”

“There are rules. They imprint with the slaves, they buy them,” I warned.

“Okay, tell me everything,” he mumbled, putting on his lawyer hat. So I did and I could just about see him bobbing his head and taking notes as he always did during meetings. “Got it. Fuck, Neil, how did you get hard ass Brothel Bob to agree to this?”

“That’s a good nickname for that douche,” I chuckled. “Cecil did most of the work. It was his idea to have more top class slaves at dinner. I was just supposed to have Bob as my agreement when I purchased Cecil to drum up business for the brothels as an example of the quality of slave they carried. But Cecil busted the guy for giving me dud candidates since he knows them all. The rest fell in place.”

“You are good, my friend. You are so fucking good.”

I smiled at the compliment because Craig meant it. He didn’t pass out kind words like candy—more like bonuses at his firm, so I took it to heart.

When poker night came around, cards weren’t on the agenda. We had pizzas and beer even if we set up the formal dining table with the extra inserts to extend it. I gave each of my friends bios on who was attending, and they each played a part while helping the potential entertainers get used to the difference between this sort of event and the ones they were used to.

Again, Jasmine, Rupert, Sage, and Darcio excelled, and I pulled Craig and two of our closest friends who were coming to the actual dinner party off to the side and warned them that the four of us would have to watch them like hawks because they were ocelots. Then I talked to the slaves and told them that if they felt the slightest bit uncomfortable at the real party they were to find us or Bob. They agreed and we went back to the games at hand.