That made his head swivel, fixing me with a penetrating stare. Because yeah, I’d met Jared at the bar, and he’d taken me right there, spraying me with the good stuff. Again, there was no dick in pussy, but Mr. White knows how to get a woman off every which way, and our session at the bar was no exception. I’d pulled my ass cheeks apart, and then my labia, and the big man had obliged, jism flying into my anal and vaginal chambers, giving me a dose of the good stuff in both my holes.
And sure, we’d cleaned up as best we could, running warm wash cloths against my skin, patting my secret parts, the big man stuffing himself back into his pants, not a hair out of place. But for me, it was different. His semen was in me now, gooey and hot, and I could feel it dripping out illicitly, oozing from both my ass and cunt.
“Shit, baby girl,” he rasped, eyes hot. “Shit shit shit.”
And without any hesitation, the big man slipped a hand between my ass cheeks, testing my pucker. Sure enough, it came away wet and he contemplated his finger, looking at the glistening goo on that big digit.
“Shit,” was all he muttered again.
I flushed. I know the Billionaires Club has little restrictions on privacy, I’ve seen men and women go at it sensuously in public. Hell, Mr. White and I had done the nasty at the bar earlier. But still, we were here with men and women milling about, and he’d just fingered my anus, he’d fondled me illicitly with his brothers mere feet away, gorgeous women on their arms.
“I thought you were trying to sell me off,” I said archly. “I thought you were trying to pawn me off to one of your brothers, you shouldn’t be touching me like that here.”
The big man’s brows lowered again, a mask of pain.
“Fuck,” he ground out. “You don’t belong to someone else yet. Not yet,” he growled, and with that, he seized my elbow once more. “Come on, let’s go talk to some people.”
We strode over to a bar table, a man and a woman casually drinking champagne as they chatted, her laugh tinkly and high. Oh god, the woman was beautiful in a way that made me envious, model slim with golden blonde hair that draped down her back in soft waves. I felt about two feet tall and three hundred pounds next to her, but I squared my shoulders and pasted a smile on my lips. This was no time to be intimidated.
“Xander,” growled Mr. White. “Yo buddy, what’s up?”
The other man turned to look at us, eyes flickering first to his friend before running appreciatively over my curves. Unconsciously, I pushed my chest out, Double Ds creamy and white, the pasties hardly covering my areola, angling my hips for a sassy pose.
“Hey,” he grunted in return. “Who’s this looker?” he said with an appraising glance.
I flushed. The compliments still get under my skin, I’ve spent my whole life being an ugly duckling, so it was weird to realize suddenly that I was beautiful and desirable. But Mr. White’s fingers tightened on my elbow, his smile harsh and forbidding.
“This is Abigail,” he said. “I sourced her from New York.”
The woman laughed then.
“Oh New York!” she said in that high-pitched voice. “They always say the most beautiful girls are from there, but I don’t get it, they always seem so pasty and flabby. It’s the long winters. Wouldn’t you agree, Xander? I like L.A. so much better, everyone works out and has a tan.”
My eyes goggled. Clearly, the mean girl vibe existed even here, in the confines of the club. But I wasn’t gonna let this woman walk all over me.
“You mean the better to get skin cancer, right?” I trilled sweetly. “With all the sun, not to mention the tanning beds,” I said, nodding at the visible lines on her shoulders, “everyone from L.A. looks so leathery and dry, it’s like they’re crocodiles.”
Mr. White’s fingers tightened painfully on my arm then, making me jump.
“Ladies,” he ground out. “I’ll ask you to behave, stop this shit. So Xander, what about that real estate deal?” he continued, like nothing was the matter.
His friend shot me another look, eyes appraising, before turning to Jared and talking nonchalantly about some billion-dollar deal going on in the middle of Manhattan. I couldn’t follow it, the blonde bitch and I were staring daggers at one another, hating each other on sight. But the men kept talking, and there was nothing we could do, merely watching and waiting.
Finally though, a chime of bells came.
“Gentlemen,” came a disembodied female voice, just a bit robotic. “Welcome to the Billionaires Ball. Tonight we have a special auction, please gather around the concourse.”
Ah ha, the big moment had finally come. Jared had invited me to the party precisely for this purpose, because there was gonna be the auction of auctions, the best girls sold for the highest prices. I knew what the alpha was thinking. He figured that if I got a sense of the money in play, got a look at the other handsome billionaires, that I’d be okay with it. I’d be okay with going up for auction, that I’d sell myself because it meant I could pay off my student loans, maybe even set myself up financially for life.