But my thoughts were interrupted because suddenly, a shadow fell over my form. It was humid in the pool area, wafts of mist drifting off the water, but it felt like the temperature suddenly went up about a hundred degrees despite the fact that I was now partially shaded.
I turned hesitantly, eyes growing wide to survey the man before me. Because he was huge. And absolutely gorgeous. Shoulders as wide as a tank filled my vision, with a chest so sculpted that it looked to be made of carved marble. All of that formed a perfect vee shape decorated with six pack abs as my eyes trailed lower. Fortunately, his hips were swathed by a fluffy white towel which covered a powerful hose. How did I know his cock was huge? Call it feminine instinct … but somehow I knew.
As if reading my mind, the man smirked.
“Hey,” he remarked casually. “Can you get me a drink?” he asked, holding out an empty cocktail glass.
Heat ran through my form. The man’s eyes were so blue that I could barely breathe, his charcoal hair dark enough that it absorbed light. To my shame, I moistened immediately, unable to stop my physical reaction to his presence.
The man grinned knowingly like he could see my thoughts.
“A drink?” he rumbled again, lifting the glass. “If you’d be so kind, sweetheart.”
Oh right. That was one of the rules of being at this pool party. Cheeks flushing red, I took the empty glass and nodded, bending my head so that my brown tresses halfway covered my flushed cheeks.
“Sure,” was my low murmur. Oh god, I probably looked like a beet. “Um, champagne was it?”
A black brow rose with amusement.
“Naw honey, you don’t drink champagne out of lowballs like that. Make it a whiskey neat. I’ll be right over there when you’re done,” he said, nodding to a bubbling hot tub, heat wafting off the water. Unbidden, my nipples grew hard and the dark man’s eyes gleamed as he saw them pebble.
“Like I said, I’ll be right over there,” he rumbled with a knowing smile. “Come find me when you’re ready.”
And with that, he sauntered off, long legs eating up the distance. I gasped because suddenly, I was compelled to do as asked. Just like Amber, my life hasn’t been going so well recently with the dead-end job at the country club and my so-called boyfriend bailing on me and then lying about it. Besides, what was there to lose? I’d just been asked to fetch a drink for a handsome god of a man with bronzed skin and eyes so knowing that I shivered again, stealing a peek at him from over my shoulder.
And sure enough, that white grin flashed from where he waited, his powerful male form already submerged in the water. Because the gorgeous man was promising something … and suddenly, I couldn’t wait to find out.
CHAPTER 4
Trent
She was gorgeous, definitely, but also oddly shy. The fact that she was cowering behind a potted plant was so funny as to be hilarious because the palm fronds did nothing to hide that curvy figure and the scandalized looks she cast the Billionaires Club.
Because that’s what we are. A group of filthy rich bastards who have everything at our fingertips. Money, cars, homes, and of course women throwing themselves at us non-stop. But a lot of us have debauched tastes, and as a result, we’ve banded together to form a top secret club that indulges in the taboo. Virgin auctions. A filthy wrestling club where men and women hit the mat, ending with cock in pussy and a climactic finish. Ladies decked out in high heels and an apron, bending over to serve us drinks at our private bar. All that and more.
But the pool is one of my favorite amenities because it provides a time to relax while also enjoying yourself. On the one hand, I get to sample the steamy waters of our ornate Moroccan-style spa with high-powered water jets. On the other hand, I’m surrounded by beautiful women, breasts bare and pussies wet, ready to do my every bidding. It’s a dream come true and an itch I’ve scratched more than a few times.
Because the best thing about the Billionaires Club is that it’s set up with our pleasure in mind. There are no promises. We don’t have to date or marry the women who serve us. Instead, they’re here to make money, and all the ladies are paid a pretty penny. Making a thousand a day is pretty typical around here, and after you add in the tips? A lot of these females walk away with six figures after one rotation, and they’re often dying to come back for more.
But we’re selective. We don’t just allow anybody into the club. Instead, our females are carefully screened and vetted. After all, you can’t be too careful when you have guys worth ten digits striding around. So we often do discreet try-outs, and today was one of those test runs.