Thirsty Thursday (The Billionaires Temptations Book 4)

by Annalise Wells

  "When can your guys start work Beau?" I ask.

  "In the morning, I will speak to them after lunch," he replies.

  Orlando is head first into what I think is his new favorite food. A large bowl of noodles. Shona is just about to bite into a steamed dumpling.

  "It seems you are the artistic one, have you got any ideas?" I ask her.

  Shona frowns and puts her dumpling back on her plate. "If it is for couples, it should fall into that theme like Romeo and Juliette."

  "A lot of those famous couples died tragically."

  "I think it’s tragic, like the movie Titanic," Orlando says.

  "Beau looks up from his dish. You are all missing the obvious."

  Shona finally bites into another dumpling. "What are we missing?" she asks.

  "We need something neutral, the spa and massage can't be anything like ours, so anything related to Rome or Greece is a no go," he says.

  "Anything else?" I ask.

  "Yes, I would say, the place could be called The Garden of Eden. And the theme could be Adam and Eve."

  "Yeah, I agree with that," Orlando says.

  I look at Shona as she is busy chewing on her steamed dumpling. She nods and makes an okay sign. I have to agree, it is a great theme.

  "Now what about the spa?" I ask.

  "Shiatsu and Thai, let’s keep the massage oriental. The spa can be anything, it just has to be the best," Beau explains.

  "Male dancers, do you need male dancer?" Orlando asks.

  "We need people willing to hook. You can find them," I explain to Orlando.

  I watch the color run from Orlando's face. He has just realized he has to reach out and find some hot guys. He scratches his head.

  "That means I have to watch them strip," he says.

  "And you have to measure their penises," I reply, with a loud laugh.

  Orlando screws up his face. "Yuck."

  "On a more serious note though, we have to make a move on The Kingmaker. We have to find him," I say.

  "Ty is working on that already," Shona says.

  "The only thing is, I don't know how to get the government off my back," I reply. I really feel full.

  "We can pretend you are dead," Orlando says.

  I slap him on the shoulder. "They will send someone else!"

  "Catch them in a compromising position and make it public," Orlando says.

  "That may work, but it has to be a good one," I reply. He is not just a pretty face it seems.

  "Well, we know they went to the other club, advertise the new one there and if they see it, they may just be tempted," Orlando explains.

  A thought crosses my mind. "This Bob, how good is he?" I ask Shona.

  Shona looks around the restaurant. "I am saying nothing, he might be watching," she says smiling.

  "No way," Orlando says.

  The lights flicker in the restaurant. "That is super fucking awesome," Orlando comments.

  I turn to Shona with a smile. So, do you think he can break open this black ops network?" I ask.

  "More than like..." Shona starts to say as the lights flicker.

  "Say no more. I think that is a ‘yes.’"

  We finish the lunch. Shona and Beau have to head to the club. I contact Cally, she is at home. I want to speak to Bob.

  "Don't forget to speak to your builders," I remind Beau.

  I walk with Shona as we leave the restaurant. "We need to try and lay low until this place is ready."

  "That is not a problem. We can go to the club from the back door," Shona explains.

  "Maybe in that time, Orlando's stalker will have vanished."

  Shona laughs. "He has a stalker?"

  "It is not funny, she has already slashed his tire," I reply.

  Shona leans closer to my ear. "Speak to Stacey, she will take care of her. You can be sure of it," she says.

  "An excellent idea."

  Beau and Shona head off toward the club. We climb in the car and I start the engine. It was good I asked where Cally and Ty lived because we would never have found their place. It looked like any small warehouse complex, but this one was different. It concealed a really funky home.

  The car stops and I push my hand firmly on the horn. I see a face pop up from a pane of glass. The large shutter door opens slowly. Cally pops her head underneath and smiles.

  "Come in quick, you never know who is watching," she says.

  "It is getting to be a bad habit," I say.

  Cally laughs. "It is more like a way of life."

  "I like the place," Orlando shouts.

  He is instantly attracted to the gym section. He throws a few kicks and punches.

  "He is so hot," Cally says, eyeing him.

  "Don’t I know it," I reply.

  "Where is Ty?" I ask.

  "Gone to see a client about his security business," Cally says.

  "What do they do exactly?" I ask.

  "One side is, they test security systems by breaking into places."

  "Hmm, that is very interesting and may be very useful," I reply.

  "Do you have somewhere that needs breaking into?" Cally asks.

  "Maybe, my boss’ headquarters."

  "Just give him the location, and he will say either that he can or he can't. So far he has not said ‘no.’"

  "I will text you the location, but it will be in co-ordinates not an address," I explain.

  "That is no problem to them, it pinpoints exactly where they have to go," Cally says.

  "So, where is this Bob I have heard so much about?"

  "Follow me."

  "Are you okay in there?" I ask Orlando.

  "It saves me going to the gym, I can keep away from the psycho," he calls back.

  Cally looks at me as she grips my arm. "Does he have a secret admirer?"

  "Yeah, from his gym."

  "A big guy like that shouldn't be scared," Cally says.

  "He just hates drama.”

  Cally leads me into Bob's hidden room. I hear the servers whirring in the background.

  "I won't introduce you, you already know who she is," Cally says.

  "How does he know who I am?"

  "We had you checked out along with everyone else from the old club," Cally says.

  "No wonder you were not too hard on me."

  Cally smiles. "We had to find out what side you were on."

  I flinch quickly as someone creeps from under the other desk.

  "What is that?"

  "Bart, he is a night owl. He normally sleeps under the desk," Bob says.

  Bob reaches to the side shelf and removes a brown folder. "It's all in there," he says. He winks at me. “Your friend is in there, too.”

  I flick through the folder and decide to read it all later. There is a bit more to Orlando than he has told me.

  "So, you want this black ops busted wide open?" Bob asks.

  "Eventually, but first we have to catch them doing something embarrassing, then we can go to the media," I say.

  Bob shakes his head. "Don't go to the media, it will get stopped before it airs or goes to print."

  "What do you suggest?"

  "The internet, the thing everyone loves to hate," Bob replies. I see how clever he is.

  I agree, that is a much better way to make everything known. They can broadcast the whole thing instantly.

  "Work on that when we are ready, once we have the details," I say.

  "I will get Bart drumming up something later today," he replies.

  "As for their network, I will get you the frequencies and their details."

  "Just send them when you have them and leave it all to me," Bob says.

  We head back into Cally’s living quarters. Orlando is huffing and puffing on the bench press.

  "What is wrong with you?" I ask.

  "The weights that Ty lifts, he can't be human," Orlando says.

  I turn toward Cally and smile. "In a way he isn't," I reply.

  "Ah, yeah. I forgot he was reared from an e
gg," Orlando says.

  I look at him strangely. "You make him sound like a fucking chicken," I say plainly.

  "If he can lift those weights easily, he is definitely no chicken.”

  "Come on then big boy. We have some things to do, and you need your rest," I say.

  "What do I need my rest for?" he asks.

  "You have to start interviewing cocks." I smile. “And I am getting hungry.”

  “Yummy food always makes me hungry.”

  Orlando

  “No more cocks, thank you very much.”

  "I am not looking at cocks tomorrow," I say plainly.

  Tina starts giggling. "No one was asking you to do it tomorrow, you just need to put the word out you are looking for big cocks."

  "It is okay for women, they are more comfortable with their bodies than men are."

  "I am comfortable with your body," Tina says.

  "You know what I mean. Especially if I have to measure them," I reply. She can’t really expect me to do that.

  Tina smiles. "Don't forget, they need to be hard when you measure them," she says.

  "Oh! For fuck's sake. I am not touching any of them, no way."

  Tina giggles as she sits on the couch. She opens a brown folder. I sit next to her as she starts reading.

  "What's that?" I ask.

  "Your history."

  "All of it?" I ask.

  "Yes, all of it," Tina replies.

  "I might have a little bit of explaining to do somewhere along the line," I say, truthfully.

  Tina turns a page. "Is there anything you want to tell me before I carry on?"

  "It might be easier if you ask questions when you get to a part that requires an explanation."

  I see a few pictures of myself and scribbled notes. There are also reports from years ago.

  "You never did fully explain what you did after college," Tina says.

  "I joined the Navy."

  "And what were you doing in the Navy?" Tina asks plainly.

  I grit my teeth and try to smile. "I was a spotter for a sniper."

  Tina flicks through a few more pages. She pauses every now and again to read something in detail.

  "And do you have any medals or anything?" she asks.

  I cough. "I did have one, but it was stripped from me."

  "And what was the reason for that?"

  "I was caught with the Admiral’s wife," I reply, wincing slightly.

  "It doesn't say here, but where were you caught with her?" Tina asks.

  "In the Admiral’s bed. She was riding me like she was in a rodeo."

  "Is that the reason why you were kicked out?"

  "Yes. Then I decided to become a dancer, the money is easier to make, and um, they let me leave after I’m done."

  Tina looks at me and frowns deeply. I can sense she is going to give it to me both barrels.

  "Why didn’t you tell me?"

  "You are not pissed?"

  "Of course not, I work for a black ops division which I never told you about, so what’s worse?"

  "I suppose you are right," I reply.

  "I am pissed that you never told me though!"

  "Okay, no more secrets," I say plainly.

  "So, tell me more what happened when the Admiral caught you."

  I laugh loudly. "It was quite funny really, at the time," I say.

  I start to run through the whole story.

  “Things led from downstairs by their pool. I had gone to their house to return the car after taking the Admiral’s daughter to her gym class. When I got there, I was returning the keys to the hanger in the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of water. As I stood looking from the window, I noticed the Admiral’s wife rubbing lotion on herself.

  She was an enormous breasted woman, and as she reached over her shoulder, her one tit fell out of her bikini. Then she did her other shoulder, and the other one popped out. I stood there and watched for a while. She finally gave up and pulled her bikini from around her neck.

  I was so engrossed in watching her rub the cream into her tits, I lost concentration and dropped the glass into the sink. At this point, Katy shouted asking who was there. I walked from the kitchen door and pretended I had not noticed she was topless.

  As I stepped onto the patio, she sat up. Her huge tits hanging, giving me my impending arousal. I made a signal for her to cover herself.

  ‘Why fucking bother, you have been watching me from the window,’ she said.

  Well, I was amazed that she had carried on rubbing herself when she knew I was looking at her. At that point, she handed me the lotion and told me to lotion onto her tits.

  I was attracted to her. I started rubbing like crazy. Just as I had finished her second breast, she grabbed hold of my pants and pulled me toward her.”

  I look at Tina and see she is starting to bite her lip from what I am saying. I know she is getting slight horny from listening to my story.

  “To shorten the story, my pants were around my ankles, and she had my cock firmly inside her mouth, almost immediately. She was sucking me hard and pulling on my sack. To shorten the story even more, she dragged me off to her bedroom.

  She had a kinky fetish and tied me to the bed, including my hands, and ankles. I was laying there with my cock as hard as anything. She straddled me and slid her wet pussy down the length of my cock.

  I can still taste the coconut oil now… she leaned forward and thrust her large nipples into my mouth. She sat up and started riding me as hard as she could. She tugged on her large nipples and placed my finger in her mouth, sucking wildly as she rode me.”

  I was really into telling my story now, and I noticed Tina was opening the buttons on her blouse.

  “Well, she was waving her arms and screaming, ‘ride ‘em cowboy,’ as if she was riding me in a rodeo. I kept thrusting my hips up and down. Her tits were everywhere.

  Neither of us heard the door open downstairs as the Admiral returned home. He thought the house was empty and strode into his bedroom. The first sight he got of us was in the closet mirror.

  And to end the story. He started screaming and arguing, and she carried on fucking my brains out until she came.”

  "There is only one thing I can say to that?" Tina says.

  "What?"

  "You better get your ass in that bedroom, I want to ride you like I am in a rodeo," she says.

  "Fuck," I say.

  "I have shackles and real nipple clamps," Tina says.

  "I didn't know you had them."

  "What did you think I was packing up from the club the other day?"

  I quickly walk into the bedroom and strip naked. I jump on the bed and wait for Tina to finish rummaging in her closet. I spread my arms and legs like a starfish. My cock is twitching with anticipation.

  Tina throws her shackles on the bed. She fastens the leather buckles around my wrists and then moves toward my ankles. She opens the nipple clamps in front of my face. I grin and I can't wait to see them clamped on her nipples.

  "This might hurt a little," Tina says.

  "What might hurt?" I ask.

  She puts her hand on my chest and puts a clamp on my nipple.

  "Motherfucker," I scream as a searing pain shoots through my chest.

  "It is not always the woman who has to feel pain," she says.

  I shake my arms and legs as the pain slowly fades. Tina grabs my other nipple and fastens the other clamp.

  "Holy fuck," I scream out.

  My head bounces on the bed as the pain shoots through my broad chest. Tina stands at the side of the bed and slowly strips. She removes her bra and panties and climbs onto the bed.

  She massages my shaft and slowly brings me to an erection. Her fingers tease the taut head of my cock. She finally straddles me and inches her body forward. She slaps her pussy and spreads her lips. She inches herself onto my hard, aching shaft, inch after glorious inch.

  She flicks her hair back and holds her arms in the air. Her big eyes telling me she wants me.


  "What was it the Admiral’s wife shouted?" Tina asks. "Oh yeah, ride ‘em cowboy… and make sure you buck like a bronco."

  God, I love her wet pussy.

  “No more cocks, thank you very much.”

  Tina

  "Nothing is a long shot if it’s planned correctly."

  I find myself amazed at the speed of Beau's team of workers. They’d done things with the new club. It was close to a week, and they nearly had everything in place. We could start advertising with an actual opening date. Orlando and I had decided to move straight into the upstairs apartment, and he found it a relief that he would not be followed by his stalker.

  We had all kept a low profile over the week and had been working on the search for The Kingmaker. He was the main point of focus, but this time we had to make sure he was gone for good, because there was no way we could let the government get what was inside his head.

  Orlando seemed like a new man, it was if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders once I had found out about his past. I was not sure why he hadn't told me about the Admiral’s wife. It was not really anything to be ashamed of, or maybe, it was the stripping of his medal that had bothered him.

  I walked down the stairs to the floor that was to be the actual club. The stage had been fitted, and all the rooms had been decorated; we had not chosen the red, gold or black route for the color scheme, it was more sedate this time. We had decided to follow the colors from the Adam and Eve scene which had been painted onto the ceiling.

  I walked around and smiled. I could see that most of the old fittings from the old club were in place, even the bar was already situated. Now though, it was just a different color.

  I went down the elevator and walked around the spa area. This again was a contrast to Shona's hot baths. There were no real benches or tables for the massage, this was done on the floor on bamboo mats. The colors in all natural greens, and once we got going, the smell of jasmine incense would fill the air.

  I was proud of everything that had come together so far. It was a delight to be a part of Beau and Shona's family rather than them being a part of mine.

  The ground floor had been a problem. We did not have any idea about what to put there. We finally had a consensus of opinion to split the area into two. Orlando had come up with both ideas on what to have. Half was to be a gym, and then a sports therapy center. With the other side set to be a children's crèche.