Read Sinful Pleasure (The Millionaires Social Club) Online
Authors: Kat VonSant
Sinful Pleasure (The Millionaires Social Club)
Sinful Pleasure
Copyright © 2013 Kat VonSant.
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Looking through a slit in the curtains, Emily saw the limo driver arrive at 9:00pm sharp.
Punctual. Just like Brad,
Emily thought.
She shuffled across the floor in her tight black skirt in search of the heels she would be wearing tonight. Her thighs rubbed together from being held by the restricting hem of her skirt. The length was barely enough to reach midway down her bare thighs, but she didn't care. She wanted to look hot. Just one wrong move bending over and whoever stood behind her would be in for a nice little surprise since she decided to wear her smallest thong panties. The top of the dress could hardly contain her perky tits and she made sure she didn't wear a bra. Getting ready tonight made Emily feel as giddy and nervous like the first time she went on an internet date. It's not like she ever made a habit of meeting guys on the "net." For her, net dating was just a way to get out of rut and try something different. But, even net dating was short-lived after some of the horrific nightmare dates she ended up with. Tonight was definitely something she never thought she would ever look forward to doing. She had no idea what it exactly she would be doing other than meeting her boss again at some mansion in a remote area. Since the incredible crazy romp at the office, she could only imagine what events took place there. The office antics were the wildest she ever had to date and it was the very first time a woman had ever had the pleasure of tasting her juices.
As she fumbled to get her heels on, Emily heard two short blasts of a horn from the limo driver.
"Jesus fucking christ! Demanding like Brad as well! — I'm coming!"
Emily chuckled thinking about when the last time she said that phrase she was bent over her boss' desk getting slammed from both ends while her best friend ate her out.
How fitting.
***
The ride in the limo was quiet and relaxing giving Emily time to reflect on the events that have taken place over the past week. Flashes of how incredibly gorgeous Brad and Rick are made her stomach fill with butterflies.
Who would have thought for a million years that I would have ever had another woman go down on me let alone my best friend.
Jen was incredibly cute in everyone's eyes, including hers. Her body was petite and Jen's boobs were bigger then her own. She had that perfect "girl next door" smile and green eyes. Her dimpled face always makes guys melt. She wondered why Brad wouldn't allow her into the club. Even though they have known each other since their senior year in college, they had never seen one another naked and Emily sometimes wondered what her cute friend actually looked like underneath her clothing. The feeling of having Jen's tongue lick her pussy was incredible, no doubt, and Emily thought about how it would feel to go full-on with Jen. Who better to explore this new curiosity with other than her best friend?
Emily was feeling overwhelmed with these new thoughts and feelings and the daydreaming certainly made the limo ride go by fast. Her mind hadn't registered the direction they traveled nor did she recognize the area they were approaching. Somehow, they ended up in a remote area abundant in pine trees and winding roads. They ascended higher onto a hill and she could see in the distance a mansion that was more reminiscent of castles seen in those dark gothic movies. It was obvious the mansion was built for someone that liked to be away from people. Even being as remote as it was, tall gates and stone pillars with wrought iron fencing surrounded the place. The stone architecture and perfectly manicured landscaping was of no surprise. As the driver maneuvered the limo into the circular driveway, Emily took note of about twenty exotic cars and several other limos lining the sides. Two burly guys dressed in black suits with no ties and earpieces dangling from the sides of their head, stood like Marine guards under a large canopy and protecting the entrance to the mansion. It was obvious they were there to serve one purpose - to screen visitors and to keep unwanted guests out. There was no doubt that by the looks of them, accomplishing their mission would be no problem and one wrong move by a person and the two guards would squash them like a bug.
The limo driver brought the car to a smooth stop in front of the canopy and jumped out of the vehicle. Without saying a word, he opened the door for Emily and held out his hand to assist her. She made her way out of the limo attempting to hold her short skirt in place in order to not expose herself to the men. Emily felt a shiver ride up her spine as she approached the two guards. Their presence made her feel intimidated and it didn't help that the pitch black sunglasses they wore made it impossible to see their eyes.
"Your name, Ma'am?" asked one of the men. His deep monotone voice matched his large stature.
"Emily Vant. I was invited by Brad Barker."
"Yes, Ma'am. And did he tell you anything else?" he asked without looking up as he flipped open a black leather folder containing a guest list. Emily paused for a moment wondering what he was implying.
"Did he mention anything else, Ma'am?" asked the other guard.
"Oh yes! I almost forgot." Emily remembered the card she was given and she thumbed through her small fake Louis Vuitton hand bag.
"Ebay," she said with an embarrassed smirk. Both guards looked at her without a hint of emotion indicating their disinterest in where she does her online shopping.
"Oh! Here we go," she said pulling out the business-size card and reading the phrase. "Puggy likes blue," she replied like she just answered the bonus round question. "Cute, huh?" she added.
With the same disinterested look on his face, the guard turned and opened one of the mammoth sized wooden doors with metal decorative bars. She imagined they must have been eight to nine feet tall and weighing a couple hundred pounds each. "You may enter, Ma'am."
"Uh, thanks...I guess," she remarked as she stepped inside.
Standing in the enormous foyer,
Emily was taken aback by the size and beauty of the walls surrounding her. The floor was made of dark wood planks and just had that look of being heavy. The walls were a mix of hand carved wood and plaster with hints of stone accents here and there. Thick wooden beams were fixed across the ceiling and a large rustic chandelier hung from the center.
Whoever built the place sure had some dough,
she thought.
She could hear the beat of drums coming from a room further inside, but she couldn't quite make out the origin.
That must be where the festivities are taking place,
she assured herself.
"First time here, malady?" said the voice over her shoulder.
Startled, Emily managed to swing herself around teetering on the tips of her high heels.
"Heyyy, I know you," she remarked when seeing the familiar face.
"You do?" replied the
familiar
stranger.
"Yes. Remember? At Brad's place... In the kitchen?"
"Oh, wait," he replied. His voice had a slight accent. Emily felt it must have been some type of Latin descent. "I must apologize. You must be thinking about my brother, Arias."
"Your...
brother?
"
"Twin brother, to be exact."
"TWIN brother?"
The man let out a light laugh. His bright white teeth were perfectly straight and his cheeks dimpled in when he smiled. He stood close enough that Emily could smell the light scent of mint.
"Yes, my twin brother Arias." He paused for a moment giving Emily the
once over.
"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Luciano. Luciano Balabis, but most people just call me Lucian." He reached for Emily's hand and held it out to kiss her trembling fingers. His lips felt soft against the back of her hand and his eyes looked up to meet hers the moment his mouth touched her skin. Her familiar nerve rattling began to speed up and her heart fluttered.
"I can see that you may need a drink to calm the nerves. May I ask what your name is, my pretty lady?" He certainly seemed charming to him, but nothing compared to the exotic appearance of his face. His natural tan was flawless and Emily was certain he must exfoliate on a regular basis. His skin was incredibly smooth and looked freshly shaven. His eyes were a deep green color and Emily could only imagine what kind of secrets were hidden in those windows to his soul.
Bedroom eyes, most definitely
, she thought.
"Uh, my name is..." Emily attempted to talk, but her throat was dry making her voice crack. "Mmm...a-hem...sorry," she said trying to clear her throat."My name is Emily. Emily Vant."
"My dear, Emily is such a beautiful sounding name. Where I come from, the name Emily means
hard worker.
You look too beautiful to ever have to worry about working hard."
Emily could feel the blood flush from her face and her right eye started to twitch. It was something that always happened when she became extremely nervous. Feeling her defenses dwindle away, she smiled as big as she could force herself to, not quite knowing how else to react.
"Please," he injected. "Let me show you around my place," he said as he held on to Emily's hand and led her further into the house.
You idiot, Em,
she thought.
He just gave you an incredible compliment and all you could do is smile like a dumb ass. Good one.
"Wait. Did you say this was
your
house?" she asked as she stumbled behind him like a five year old being dragged through the store by her mother.
"Yes. It is what I have called home since I had it built eight years ago."
Being quick at math and a good judge of peoples age, Emily figured his age to be about thirty-four.
Thirty-four minus eight equals...Holy shit. This guy was already rich at twenty-six years old. What the hell does HE do?
"It's definitely big, and beautiful to say the least," she replied.
"I like to think that a home should be not just a place to lay your head, but a place to enjoy the company of your closest friends no matter how many you may have. That's why I have these events here at my place. It is large enough for people to let loose inside the house and outside, while at the same time not have to worry about the neighbors or any authorities." He stopped in front of a set of closed wooden double doors. They were made of the same rustic wood look as the front doors, but were only about seven feet high.
It was beyond these doors which the music was emanating and it was quite clear that what Emily had heard before was in fact the sound of tropical drum beats. She could hear several voices talking and laughing along with what sounded like a few hands clapping. With the loud drum beats, it was hard to hear what was being said and she couldn't tell if they were male voices or female.
Lucian reached out to open the door. Emily felt a rush of tingling run through her entire body. She knew whatever it was beyond these doors, would change her life forever.
Staring at the closed door for a split second seemed like minutes. Emily grabbed Lucian's arm. "Wait! I know what's going on in there and I'm not sure if I'm quite ready. I mean, don't get me wrong. Based on the looks of you, Brad and Rick, I can only imagine how gorgeous the other men and women in that room can possibly be. I would imagine it's all about sex and indulging in fantasies in there...am I right?"
"You can say that, but I think it is much more. Let me ask you this. How many times have you just wanted to let your entire guard down and submit to your wildest sexual fantasies and desires? You know — the ones that keep you up at night when you're all alone in your bedroom masturbating?"
Oh god. Busted. Maybe he's some kind of mind reader or psychic that knows me more than I do.
"
Don't you think too many people in this world live their entire lives fantasizing about sexual situations instead of actually living them?"
"Uh yeah,...I guess, I..."
