Thirsty Thursday (The Billionaires Temptations Book 4)

by Annalise Wells

  I understood his reasoning for the gym and the sports therapy, but when I questioned him about the crèche, his answer was pure magic.

  "Moms and Dads have to fuck as well."

  Climbing frames and slides were already fitted, and large glass windows covered the front of the building. The whole venture was sure to push my management skills to the limit.

  I stand on the street watching the final touches going onto the signs. "It looks good." I hear behind me.

  I turn around and see Cally and Ty getting off his bike.

  "What are you doing here?" I ask.

  "We have to check out the competition," Cally says with a smile.

  "That is not a way to be looking at things," I reply.

  "It keeps you on your toes," she says with a sly wink.

  "Come inside I will show you everything."

  I lead Cally and Ty through the crèche and see Cally looking confused.

  "Parents need to fuck, so now they can have their kids minded," I explain.

  Ty laughs. Cally nods and she understands the idea of it. I lead them to the elevator, and we arrive in the spa.

  "This is so relaxing, I might come here myself," Cally says.

  We take the secret elevator up to the club. The door opens, and we step inside. Cally and Ty stand scratching their heads. I smile as I guess what they are going to say.

  "A lot of this seems really familiar," Cally says.

  I nod my head. "A lot of it is from the old club," I explain.

  "Ah, that’s it. I couldn't put my finger on it."

  "Come upstairs, and I will make you a coffee," I say.

  "Upstairs?" Ty asks. "I only counted three floors."

  "Just another little secret."

  I lead them through the secret door panel, and we walk up the short flight of stairs. I open the apartment doors, and they walk inside.

  "Wow, I can see you have already moved in?"

  "It was more about Orlando and his stalker, he feels safer here," I reply.

  "I am not surprised, there is no way you can tell it is here unless you look from above," Ty says.

  "That's the way we like it," I say, "I’ve just realized, we all have secret homes, a strange trend, don't you think?"

  I walk behind the kitchen counter and make a pot of coffee.

  "Do you have any update on The Kingmaker?" I ask.

  "I have done some scouting, and Bob has heard a couple of messages being passed around. The Kingmaker visited a doctor who patched him up," Ty explains.

  "So, he is free to do what he wants now?"

  "No, you broke his shoulder when you shot him, he will be moving slow for a while, so we may have the upper hand," Ty says.

  "Any idea where he is?" I ask, curious to find out more.

  "He is somewhere in Brooklyn Heights," Ty says.

  "Really? You can see parts of that from here."

  I lead Ty out to the roof garden, and we stand looking across the river. I point out to the direction where he said The Kingmaker could be.

  "You know something, Ty. If you had the right gun, and a clear line of sight. We could take him out from here," I say.

  Ty laughs. "Joseph could get the gun easy, and I could make the shot, but it is reading the area, I have no idea how to do that."

  "What do you mean? Like someone who knows about the wind and distance?" I ask.

  "Yes. Without someone like that, I would just be firing at a building."

  "Sometimes, luck just falls on all of us."

  "What do you mean?" he asks. He looks totally confused.

  "Orlando. I found out the other day he was a spotter in the Navy," I say, giving a wide grin.

  He looks shocked. "You're kidding me! I thought he was just a stripper and a dancer."

  I laugh to myself. "It is a long story."

  "If we can just find out where he is, it will be easier to take him out straight away," Ty says.

  "It will cut our problem in half straight away," I reply.

  "Just fucking do it," Cally says from behind us. We turn in surprise at Cally's determination. “Sorry, I’m just mad.”

  "Ty, you speak to Joseph, and Tina you talk to Orlando. I will speak to Bob about trying to find The Kingmaker's location," Cally says.

  "I will talk to him when he gets home," I say, feeling better about the situation.

  "Where is he anyway?" Cally asks.

  "He is interviewing men for jobs in the club. Girls are in place, but we needed a string of male dancers and hookers," I say. I can’t help but grin thinking of his day.

  "Why are you smiling so much?" Cally asks.

  "I feel kinda sorry for him. I told him he has to measure the dancer's cocks when they are hard."

  "Tina, you are cruel," Cally says, now laughing.

  "It has to be done, it is no good having dancers with small cocks, no matter how good looking they are," I reply. I really am finding it hard to stop laughing.

  "Well, we thank you for the coffee; we need to go and speak to Joseph about the best rifle for this job," Ty says.

  "I almost forgot. How is Bob getting on with the agency info?"

  "He has taken the co-ordinates you sent, and he is mapping out the area. So, in a few days I will know how I can break into wherever they are," Ty says.

  "And their internal network?" I ask.

  "Same for that, it will come as a package," Ty says smiling.

  "I just hope we can get it out of the way. I am sick of it all," I reply, as Cally nods her agreeance.

  "We all know dancing and hooking can be hard work, but it is a lot less fucking stressful than this," Cally says.

  "I can vouch for that," I reply.

  "And I have no idea, I have never danced or hooked in my life. I just come from an egg," Ty says, laughing loudly.

  "You heard about that, then?" I ask him.

  "I did, and I found it hilariously funny," Ty says. "There was something funnier though."

  "What’s that?" I ask, becoming more curious.

  "The weights on the bench press were not mine, they were Cally's," he says. “The one’s Orlando was having a tough time with!”

  Cally flexes her muscles. I begin laughing.

  I look at him with a grin. "Just don't ever tell Orlando that."

  “Wouldn’t dream of it.” Ty smiles and then laughs again. Orlando would be devastated if he knew they were Cally’s.

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

  Orlando

  "A woman has a keener eye, when finding things to fit.”

  Today was the day, and I could not do it all myself. I had already offered Scott a job as a dancer. He had performed on stage with me in the past, and I knew he would be an excellent addition. He had said though, he was not so keen on the hooking side. Another cock was that close to him was a bit of a turn-off, that was unless the woman's partner just wanted to sit in the corner and jerk off while he watched his wife being fucked. I get that… totally. Unless you’re gay or bi-sexual, it’s not a thing you want to do.

  That was good enough for me. We had borrowed one of the rooms at the gym, and word had gotten around that we were recruiting. By eleven o'clock we had at least thirty candidates, and the thought of looking at that many erections just made me feel sick. I had come up with a solution that made Tina happy.

  I had borrowed the services of one of the girls from the club. She was ideal for measuring, and as a dancer herself, she would know who she was happy to perform with.

  If anyone had checked in on us, they would have thought we were auditioning for a porn movie. It was quite funny in a way.

  Angie called the first five candidates into the room, as the three of us sat at a table.

  "Strip naked," I say.

  One guy walks out immediately. Apparently, he doesn't know what a male dancer is, though. The other four guys strip and stand to face us, slowly and seductively. The first guy realizes his mistake.

  We flick through their resumes. T
wo have been dancers and two are newbies.

  "Who are the newbies?" I ask.

  Two guys hold their hands in the air. I send them to the side of the room.

  "Right you two, show me your routines," I say.

  The two dancers go through their routine. Scott and Angie mark their scores and so do I.

  "Newbies, now you three dance," I say. The three new guys dance and one of them seems better than a first dancer.

  "Okay, that’s enough, get dressed and wait outside," I say. "Stage two will be short. Thank you.”

  “This is fun,” says Angie, smiling… drooling.

  "Angie. This will take ages if we do it in fives. Just go outside and pick ten that you like, and bring them in," I say. I am not having as much fun as she is.

  Angie leaves the room as Scott leans to me. "Were we ever that bad?"

  "I don't think so. This guy says he has been in Vegas. Not fucken dancing. No way."

  The door opens, and Angie leads the next ten guys into the room. She has picked a real mix, not just pretty boys, but some rugged looking guys, as well.

  "Come on you lot, let's get naked," Angie yells.

  I turn to Scott in surprise. Maybe the whole thing will not be a bad as expected. Angie can take over if she wants and I will just sit here monitoring.

  Angie turns to me. "Are they going to be dancing in groups or with girls?" she asks.

  "A bit of both, it depends on the show." I smile. She is having a blast.

  Angie divides the group of ten into two. She strips off to her bra and panties. I see all the guy's eyes light up at her sexy body. She sits on the edge of the table.

  "First group. Dance with each other," she yells.

  The first group of guys start dancing around her. Scott and I mark their papers for what we see.

  "Okay the second group, you do the same," I say.

  We see the second group dance, most of them perform the same way as the first group.

  "Stop. Get dressed and wait outside," I say.

  All they guys leave. Angie turns to me. "Did you notice?" she asks.

  "Yeah, a few of them are more interested in looking at you, we can't have that," I reply, laughing.

  "How many possible do you have Scott?" I ask.

  "So far, I have eight, so not bad," he replies.

  "Let's just hope the next batches are better. How many are remaining?"

  "Maybe another fifteen," Angie says.

  "Bring them all in, and we will get rid of the dead wood quickly," I say, impressed with my own ingenuity.

  Angie marches them in and gets them to strip off. Three dances later and we have a pile of papers… that is if you can count eighteen as a stack.

  "Now the fun bit for you Angie," I say.

  I hold up the rule that she will use to measure the size of their cocks. She smiles and takes it from my hand with absolute pleasure.

  Angie marches from the room again and leads in the eighteen hopefuls. We line them up to match the pile of papers we have in front of us.

  "Before we go any further. Do you all understand the position?" I ask. A few of the guys look confused.

  "It is a dancing job, but the club is for couples. If they want you to go into one of the rooms, you may be asked to perform for the couple," I explain. “Perform acts of pleasure.”

  Number four and twelve leave the room.

  "Now we have that out of the way. Strip again and start getting an erection," I say, as plainly as I possibly can.

  They strip and start fumbling with their flaccid penises. I see a few have no problem, but most are struggling.

  "Don't focus on us watching, just shut off and think about your cock," I say. “Or whatever gets you off.”

  I sigh as they carry on stroking their cocks.

  "Angie, do you want to help them on their way?" I ask.

  "Sure." She loves her job, today.

  Angie slips from her bra and panties. She walks in front of the guys and fondles her round breasts. Flaccid cocks have never risen so fast. It just shows what a sexy little minx like Angie does for a man's cock.

  "Right. Time to be measured," I say.

  The first one comes and stands at the desk. Scott and I look over at his cock.

  "Eight inches," Angie says. She smiles at him. I write the size on his paper. Angie slaps him on the ass to get him on his way.

  "Nine inches," Angie says smiling.

  We measure them all and have a final list. We have now to sit down and go through all the notes we have made.

  "Get dressed and wait outside, please," I say.

  They dress and leave the three of us in the room. I lay the papers on the desk, and we begin to shorten, the not-very extensive list.

  "How many do you need?" Angie asks.

  "Ideally twelve. At a push eleven because we already have Scott," I say.

  "How many have short cocks?" I ask.

  "There were two really small," Angie says. I find their papers and place them on the reject pile. Business is business.

  "Was there any who didn't appeal to you?" I ask.

  "Three. The short guy, the red head and that one with the wonky eye," Angie says with a wink. “If I won’t fuck ‘em nobody will!”

  "Crap, we are already down to thirteen," I say.

  "We will just have to take all of these here. No doubt it will change after a couple of weeks," I say.

  "Okay Angie, go and get the fortunate ones and we will let them know," I say, thankful the cock measuring was done by someone other than me.

  Angie dresses and walks into the hallway. The door opens and in walk the thirteen successful candidates.

  "Good for you. You have all been successful," I explain.

  The guys give high-fives and seem happy. I explain we are not ready to start for a few days. I give them the address and tell them to be there tomorrow to get used to the feel of the place, and their dance routines.

  We watch them walk from the room, and I lean back in my chair.

  "This decision process is a real pain in the ass," I say. "I am done in."

  "At least we have a few to start with. I will give them a run-down tomorrow," Scott says.

  "Keep Angie with you, she knows how the club works."

  "Okay boss," Scott says. I think he has a thing for Angie. She looks like an Egyptian goddess.

  "I just hope they have had more luck with choosing the staff for the spa," I reply.

  "That should be easier, they are in the middle of Chinatown," Scott adds.

  "I could do with a drink. You want to come back to the club?"

  "I have nothing else to do," Scott says.

  "You want me to come, that way I can get acquainted with Scott a bit better," Angie says, now smiling with her big lashes.

  "Yeah, no problem. I might even ask if you can be transferred if you want."

  "I will think about that, I will have to see how I feel when I am there," she replies. Her eyes move over Scott. It’s like I am the elephant in the room.

  We pull from the gym and head to Chinatown. Angie turns her head and then leans on the front seats.

  "Have either of you two done anything wrong?" she asks.

  "No," we reply together.

  "Hmm. So why is a red car following you?" Angie asks.

  "Crap. I forgot about her," I say. “Fuck!”

  "That isn't Molly following, is it?" Scott asks.

  "Yeah, she is a real pain in the ass."

  “Fuck, she’s a psycho.”

  “Yeah, thanks Scott, I already got the memo.”

  "A woman has a keener eye, when finding things to fit.”

  Tina

  "Measurements can come in a variety of sizes."

  I see the secret elevator door open. Orlando walks into the hall with another guy and Angie. He sees me sitting at the bar and makes his way toward me.

  "How was your day? And did they all measure up?" I ask, trying not to laugh.

  "It was a pain in the ass, a few of them
must have thought they were interviewing for another job," Orlando says.

  "You managed to get some, though?"

  "We ended up with thirteen, and that was from a short list of eighteen," he replies.

  "That bad huh?" I say.

  Angie walks around the hall with Scott. They walk to the stage and the changing room areas.

  "I have another job for you, but I will tell you in a while," I say.

  "Not more cocks?" Orlando replies.

  "Show me the hopefuls?" I say, now laughing.

  Orlando puts his papers on the bar and lays them out flat. I look through the pictures. I make a few “um” and “ah” sounds.

  I look at Orlando. "You had Angie pick the guys, didn't you?" I ask.

  "No, we picked them together, she just went through all the interviewees and chose the ones she thought were okay," he replies.

  "I can tell," I say.

  Orlando looks at me puzzled. "How do you know that?"

  "Men won't pick guys who are as good or better looking than they are," I reply.

  "Is that a fact?" he replies. His arms are folded across his chest.

  I chuckle as Orlando screws up his face. So, who is the guy?" I ask.

  "That’s Scott, I have danced on stage with him quite a lot over the past few years."

  "Was he in the Navy?"

  "No, he used to work in a wrecking yard, his muscles are all natural, not weights," he says.

  "He will satisfy a few women from the look of it," I comment.

  Orlando sips from my glass. "He won't hook though, well when I say won't hook, he doesn't want to be in a threesome," he explains. "If the guy wants his wife fucked and wants to jerk off, he is happy to do that."

  "I am sure that is okay, there are a few guys who will be happy for their wives to go in the back by themselves," I reply. “The idea of it all turning me on.”

  "I mentioned to Angie about transferring here if that is possible," Orlando says. "She was a great help today, and I think she could be good in a higher position."

  "She has been hardworking and honest for a few years, maybe she could do something to help.” I reply.