Authors: Salome Fox
The Billionaire’s Club
By Salome Fox
The club i
s in a brick building in the middle of the city, nestled amidst
galleries, brownstones and private schools
. It looks
, like i
t could house an
embassy or a law firm
Its members a
ren’t just wealthy
re the emperors of the world. T
hey always get what they want
without quibble or difficulty
The rooftop garden i
open year-round so members can
gaze down on all that they own and pour champagne on it if they cho
he club’s reputation i
s impeccable, but also tinged with intrigue—
on behind its closed doors that didn’t usually go on behind closed doors.
about masks and virgins
and orgies involving
s young and impulsive, given to throwing lavish parties then ab
ruptly disappearing for months.
the city’s most
famous billionaire, owner of half the real estate worth owning, could do as he
The club hires women, though
its members are
. The women who work here don’t pour drinks or light cigars. They
t an audition
by understanding som
ething important about the club’s members. T
are easily bored
by masks and orgies and virgins
Fortunately for them, I am not boring.
first night, I enter
s inner sanctum.
It is a room deep in the heart of the building, on the grou
nd floor or perhaps even below that
Five men si
on rich leather chairs
a small stage, their ties loose and their shi
rt sleeves rolled up.
The air i
s thick wi
th cigar smoke and
in the corner throws
off warm light
in each man’s tumbler
look like liquid gold
The men a
all in their sixties save one. I
nod to each in turn as they ru
n their eyes up and down my body.
their lips at t
he site of me, something men have
been doing since I turned fifteen.
a white satin dress that cl
my curves. There i
the dress. It caresses my
golden skin directly, slipping and sliding against my flat stomach and thighs and dipping low to show off my
s around my shoulders, caressing them with its silky softness
s eyes all stop
at my breasts,
as I’d known t
hey would. My tits are very full
. They’re natural and gorgeous, like
dy to an
of men used to spending time with perfection
. I casually ru
my hands over my nipples and mak
contact with the youngest man at the table as I step on to the stage.
myself from gasping.
It’s Max Gregory himself.
His face i
stunning green eyes that seem
to look right into me.
He has thick,
dark unruly hair
and broad shoulders.
As the other men’s eyes rake
n my gown and the way the silky satin
ass, his eyes stay
have any woman he wants
tan forearms and a dark five o’clock
make my stomach flutter.
I feel something
in my core that I haven
in a long time—
I want him. I long
to unbutton his three hundred dollar shirt and run my ton
gue down to his zipper
so I can pull it open with my teeth
. I want
to press myself into him and
feel him pressing back. I imagine his cock, large and hard for me.
him bending me over
right then and there
and filling me up, over and over and over.
how I feel
with my eyes
and my slightly parted lips
. His shrewd eyes
, as if he’s used to women falling before him with their legs open
he could dismiss everyone else and have me right then and there.
I have a job to do and it’
to begin. I moved
center of a
equipped with an unusu
al black stool. On the stool
a small bu
t powerful vibrator and a book containing the poems of John Wilmot.
I plan to read to my audience, a nice little bedtime story, but first it’s time to strip.
I press a button at the back of the stage and a mournful blues tunes comes on.
There is a soft filtered spotlight on me, bathing
my skin and my dress in an
amber glow befitting the subdued luxury of our surroundings.
The room is completely silent
my sad music and
the occasional crack of
cubes melting and
crackle from the fire. Making use of the slit in my gown, I
place one of my
on the top rung of the ladder
and run my hands up the length of my inner thigh
. I slow
down as I reach the top
of my leg
, waiting for all the men to will my fingers closer to my cunt
with their eyes
. I move inch by inch, breathing heavily as if I cannot wait to tou
I swivel my hips a little, reacting to the music, letting it guide me.
When I’m only a whisper
away, I let my gown
to the floor
and hear one of the men grown.
I will not be hurried.
One man shuffles the cards, but his eyes stay on me. The poker
I turn my back to the men and fi
nd the small hook that keeps my gown
fastened just above my ass. Very slowly, I unhook the clasp
, unzip the fabric,
and let the gown fall open. I hold it against my breasts and present my perfect round ass to the room, parting my legs so they can all see my pussy, its lips star
ting to throb
with the thrill of being on display
. I peek over my shoulder
with a small smile on my face, pleased to see each and ev
ery man’s gaze
riveted to my
Except for one.
s at my face instead, lickin
g his lips and sipping his drink
. He looks at me as if surveying that which is
his. I shudder, but not with disgust. His knowingness is turning me o
ore than my own audacity.
I turn around to face the table and let the dress slide down the front of my body
to the floor
one of the men growls as they see all of me displayed before
them. I lean back on the stool
and let them drink in the sight
of me, of my heavy tits and ready cunt.
I let my head fall back as if I’m waiting to be taken. Even the fire seems to quite itself
. The room is filled with animal
energy more powerful than any flame.
Under the generous spotlight,
I am magnificent.
set down their cards
. Ignoring them, I
up the book and straddle
. I turn on the vibrator and position it such that it presses
against my clit. I con
ssure by rocking my hips
and swiveling the stool.
I hear the men murmur in approval and adjust themselves, trying to get more comfortable as their erections get harder and more insistent.
As I begin
I could easily come in
thirty seconds. B
ut I take my time. I
read the poetry in a low voice, concentrating
on the words as the heat begins to build
in my cunt.
My voice wavers over the erotic poem
as the vibrations make my cunt swell and ache even more
, but t
he men don’t care about the words even if I do
. It’s a contest between my body and my mind as I keep edging myself closer to release.
They are entranced
by my show
, by my body,
and I love it.
There’s nothing more incredible than sharing the most intimate part of yourself with total strangers—especially
as powerful as these
. In this moment, I’m in control of all of them. Th
eir breathing matches mine;
their heart rates sky rocket
. They can’t wait to hear the sounds I make and see my face during the ultimate moment of truth.
My pink ni
re fully erect and I thrust them forward, holding the book at such an angle that no one’s
view of my trembling body is blocked. I feel
s of eyes on me, on my incredible
tits and pulsing pussy.
There’s not even a thong between my audience’s eyes and my glistening lips.
feet away from the men, close enough for t
hem to smell my sweet juices as they began to slip down my inner thighs.
Each one of them has a painful
t touch me. I am
be touched, those are the rules and we all know it.
ussy aches for cock as I press
against the humming nub at the stool’s edge.
I want my nipples sucked
doing the job, rubbing them raw with his whiskers as he fingers my cunt and massages my ass
hole with the edge of his thumb