by Mia Moore
Eros Inc. Box Set
All Five Episodes in One Volume
By
Mia Moore
About This Book
“Just this once” transforms into a life of depravity
Cerise’s back is against the wall. Her college loans are overdue, bill collectors are stalking her, and she’s about to be evicted! And these are supposed to be the best years of her life? Exhausted and at the end of her rope she makes a calculated decision.
Wearing not much more than her little black dress she appears at an elegant hotel with a plan. She promises herself it’s only a onetime thing. If some big shot businessman propositions her, she’ll ‘entertain’ him for enough money to keep her roof over her head. It’s really no big deal; it’s not like she’s a virgin.
She’s not in the hotel bar long before she gets noticed. Not by one guy, but two. Dev and Nick are partners in business and pleasure. They’re happy to engage her for her ‘services’, they have a proposition of their own.
If she does what’s she’s told…
She’s seduced into the debauched world of Eros Inc., a very private and exclusive club where pleasure is the commodity and money is no object. Limits fall, barriers are obliterated by the overwhelming charms and ‘requests’ of Dev and Nick.
And then others. Her ‘one time thing’ gives way to a life consumed by aching desires and raw lusts as she willingly plunges into this vortex of fleshly pleasures.
But not everything is as it seems at Eros Inc. Every rose has its thorns; every pleasure does carry a price And the price can be high.
Odd little things begin to happen
That become menacing threats…
Eros Inc… raw, sensual, and dangerous…
A Note From The Author:
In this novel, my characters don’t always indulge in safe sex. Please, in your real life playing, play often and play safe!
Copyright 2013, Mia Moore
ISBN: 9781927984123
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Table of Contents
Book 1: The Proposition
Chapter 1: A Proposition
Chapter 2: Training
Chapter 3: Two in One
Chapter 4: Nick’s Office
Chapter 5: Eros Inc.
Book 2: Training
Chapter 1: Spicy Ginger
Chapter 2: The Tour
Chapter 3: Lesson Two—Womanly Charms
Chapter 4: Fet Night
Chapter 5: Adventures With Dev and Ginger
Book 3: Evening With Sir
Chapter 1: Nick
Chapter 2: Mason
Chapter 3: Sir, My Every Wish
Chapter 4: Oreo
Chapter 5: The Meeting
Chapter 6: Deja Vu
Book 4: Swingers Night!
Chapter 1: Sam
Chapter 2: Strap On
Chapter 3: Roll In The Hay
Chapter 4: Nick—Business And Pleasure
Chapter 5: Swingers Night
Book 5: Love and Lust
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Mia’s Readers Club
The Proposition: Book 1
Chapter 1: A Proposition
Soft jazz music played in the dimly lit lounge at the Metro Convention Centre. I straightened the side slit of my skirt and entered. It was early in the evening, and only a handful of people were seated at the golden, oak bar. Two men in business suits, sitting there, turned and looked me up and down. And… Bonus. They weren’t bad looking, probably late twenties, I’d guess. Knowing they were watching me, I gave an extra roll to my hips as I walked to a table near the bar. When I sat down it was hard to resist the urge to pull my skirt hem down, closer to my knees.
A waiter in a red shirt and bow tie appeared and I asked for a glass of white wine. That had better be the last drink I’d buy tonight. There was only a twenty dollar bill in my purse and not much more in my bank account. I crossed my legs and returned the gaze of the men at the bar. My eyes flitted between them and I ran the tip of my tongue over my lower lip. One guy was dark haired with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen—even from where I sat, they were striking. His cheekbones and firm jaw were so perfect they could have been sculpted from stone.
When he turned to say something to his companion, I noticed the other guy. He was slightly shorter, with light brown hair, sun kissed blond at the top and near his tanned face. His smile gave way to laughter and his eyes kept glancing my way as he answered the dark haired man. He was cute and seemed full of fun, in sharp contrast to the darker haired man. They turned slightly in their seats, staring and smiling at me.
The butterflies in my stomach took flight, swooping and dive bombing. I took a deep breath, hoping they wouldn’t notice the slight tremor in my hand when I picked up the wine glass and sipped. It took all of my will power, born out of desperation to return their look and manage a small smile.
If anyone had told me a month ago that I’d be sitting in a bar trying to pick up a man, wishing that he’d give me money for sex, I’d have told them they were doing cheap drugs. But back then, my job prospects had looked promising. I didn’t have to worry about paying my student loan, let alone the rent.
Even though I’d always had fantasies of being an older guy’s little sex slut—they were just fantasies. I was always the proper, young lady. No one would ever guess the wicked thoughts that went through my head late at night in my bed. Now, desperation was forcing me to live them. Would the reality be anywhere near as hot?
Oh God! The guys rose to their feet and were now walking to my table. My cheeks felt hot and my heart was in my throat. Act casual and sexy, Cerise. Just smile and look friendly. God knows, you’re showing enough leg and cleavage to get their attention. Don’t blow this.
“Hi. Mind if we join you?” It was tall, dark and blue eyes. His smile curled up at the corners and those eyes, as intense as the flame of a gas jet, locked with mine. He was gorgeous. His suit draped over full-back wide shoulders, down to a flat stomach and slim hips. The man must live at the gym.
“I was hoping you would.” Oh my God. Where did that come from? I sounded like I’d done this a million times. Guess those drama classes in high school were finally paying off.
They took a seat—dark and handsome next to me, while blond and cute pulled out a chair opposite.
“I’m Nick and this is my friend and business partner, Dev.” He raised his hand signaling to the waiter for another round. No rings on his fingers, just an expensive looking watch.
“I’m Cerise. A pleasure to meet you. Are you attending the engineering conference here?” I tilted my head and ran my fingers through my hair, pulling back a stray lock which had fallen to my cheek.
“Yeah. It’s over for the day, thank God.” Nick leaned closer to me, his lips parted in a small smile, revealing perfect, white teeth. “You can’t be an attendee, Cerise. You look too young to be an enginee
r—not to mention too beautiful.” There was an end of the day shadow of beard in his swarthy complexion, accentuated by the white of his shirt collar.
For a moment, all I could do was stare, at a total loss for words. Nick could be a model for GQ magazine. All of the good looking guys I had ever dated paled in comparison to the man gazing at me. I guess that was the difference—the others were just boys, while this was a man.
“You hardly look like you’re out of high school. How’d you even get in here?” Laugh lines extended from the corners of Dev’s eyes and his wide grin showed that he was teasing. He picked up the glass of whisky the waiter placed before him. “Cheers. Here’s to meeting pretty young things after a day of boring presentations.”
I smiled at him and noticed the gold stud earring and the top of a bluish tattoo that crept over the collar of his shirt.
“Thank you. But I’m actually a college grad, looking for a job.” I picked up my glass and finished the wine, ready for the next. The butterflies in my stomach had landed, and now only twitched their wings. I needed more liquid courage to go through with this.
“Oh, what was your major? Maybe we could help you find work. We’re always on the lookout for talent.” Nick’s eyes bored into mine.
Was there a hint or proposition in that question?
“Physiotherapy. I can tell you about your muscles and tendons but not a thing about building structure, so I’m not sure you’d want to give me a job. Unless of course, you’d like a demo. I could probably help you with any aches or muscle tension.” I sipped my wine and looked from one to the other. Yeah, that had an effect. Dev shifted his body in the chair and leaned forward.
“I’m having some discomfort with a muscle right now. Think you could help me? I’ve been to chiropractors galore, gave them bundles of money. If you could fix me up, I’d sure appreciate it.” Dev’s hand drifted under the table and grazed my knee.
I gasped and my knee jerked for a second. Relax Cerise. Isn’t this why you came here? You could do far worse than a great looking guy like Dev.
Nick stood and extended his hand to me. “Would you like to dance, Cerise?” Unlike Dev, the expression on his face was serious.
Wasn’t he interested in what I had just offered? Dev sure was. Maybe this was part of the pick-up game. Better to play along as see what happens. I smiled and took his hand feeling my own so small in his. He escorted me to the dance floor, his fingers on the small of my back, a familiar gesture that bordered on the intimate.
“Cerise, you’re very young. I’m getting the impression you’re kind of inexperienced in this sort of thing.” His lips brushed my ear lobe as he held me close on the dance floor.
A tingle vibrated down my spine and I shivered. Was that desire or fear? I didn’t know and I didn’t care.
“It’s that obvious?” I nuzzled into his neck, inhaling the sharp, clean smell of his cologne.
“If I wanted a full body massage, I could get that on any street corner. You need money, right?” He pulled his head back and I melted in the intensity of his eyes. My hand drifted lower on his back. I could feel the muscles even through his suit jacket.
“Yes. The bank is hounding me. I’ve always had a thing for older men and thought I could kill two birds with one stone.” I sighed, anticipating the brush off, after his comment about my age.
What was I going to do, if this didn’t work? My throat tightened. I placed my head on his chest to hide my disappointment. He was turning me down. A small part of me was relieved, but that was overwhelmed by worry. The worry was overwhelmed by disappointment, being passed over by a guy. Damn.
My breath hitched when his groin brushed against my stomach. He was hard. My eyes were wide when I looked up at him.
His smile was somewhere between a smirk and a full-fledged grin. “Hey, I’m only in my thirties—not an old man, like your fantasy!” He drew me in closer, pushing his stiffness against my belly. “I wasn’t saying I didn’t want to be with you. You’re beautiful and young, who wouldn’t want you?”
I breathed a sigh of relief. And resignation. I was almost a hooker, now.
In the middle of the song he led me from the dance floor, put his hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. “If I’m going to pay you to be with me, you need to be able to take direction. Do you know what I’m saying?” His knee pressed between mine as we stood there.
I shifted my leg to the side, opening myself to him and he pressed his knee in tighter. It felt kind of dirty and hot, doing that and now with his leg between mine, a small thrill went through me. His eyes seared into me. “Good girl,” he said and relaxed his knee. For a second I tilted my hips to it and he smiled mischievously.
“What do you mean by direction?” I asked.
“Good girls do what they’re told—because that pleases a man. Will you do what you’re told?”
I looked away to collect my thoughts. I wasn’t going to get fucked up the ass. No way—I’d never done it. And if he thought I’d get my freak on with a German Shepherd, forget it. I needed the money but not that bad.
I turned back and looked up at him.“I have limitations,”
“Good. That shows some inner strength.” Again, that mischievous grin. “Character, maybe.” He put his finger under my chin, tilting my face higher. “How about for our first time, if I ask you to do something you don’t like, you just say ‘red’?”
“Really?” My eyebrows pulled together and I stared at him with narrow eyes. That was hard to believe. “You’ll just stop?”
His smile faded and he nodded. “Yes.” He took my hand in his, pulling me close once more. “Look, Cerise, I’m a businessman. And every transaction always works out better if there’s respect. Even though you don’t know me, I’m a pretty decent guy.” He smiled and rubbed against me again.
He must have known that I went all in, at that moment.
My body sure did. Oh my God, I could feel the narrow strip of lace between my legs dampen and a fullness pulsed in my pussy. He was going to give me direction? I’d never had a boyfriend ‘give direction’. I’d been asked, pleaded with and begged, yes. But now to be told? Why did that arouse me so much? How much longer until we could leave?
I put my arms over his shoulders, fingers toying with the hair on the nape of his neck. “Just tell me what you want.” I whispered, melting into his body.
“Good girl.”
Chapter 2: Training
I sat at the table with Dev waiting for Cerise to return from the ladies room. When the waiter arrived to take our drink order, I threw a fifty on the table and declined. Dev of course, ordered another.
“She’s gorgeous and built like a brick shit house. You lucky dog. I wish it was my turn to have her first.” Dev raised his fist and gave me a playful punch on the arm.
“Horn dog. It’s just an hour. I’ll have her all warmed up for you. Yeah, she’s a looker. The innocence turns me on.” I laughed. “A virgin hooker!”
“And if she really is a college grad, she’s got some smarts. Might be just the one we’re looking for.” Dev’s eyes leveled with mine. Maybe.
“Shush, here she comes.” I rose to my feet and intercepted her before she reached the table. Her hand was tiny and warm in mine as I led her from the bar to the elevator.
She glanced from my eyes to the floor numbers above the stainless doors. When she smiled at me, the corners of her mouth quivered a bit, betraying her nerves. I liked the nervousness. To take someone like this, a little scared, and turn her into a creaming slut…
I put my arm around her shoulders. If she was the one, she’d find desires she’d never thought about. She didn’t have a clue how depraved she could become.
I watched her ass when we got off the elevator. The red dress clung to her curvy hips and hugged the spot just under the cheeks. God, my hands twitched at the thought of squeezing those sweet little orbs till she cried out. She wouldn’t know if it was pain or pleasure. I’ve always loved that, when it happened to gir
ls like her.
She turned and stopped, waiting for me to catch up. I slipped my arm around her waist pulling her close. There was no excess flesh under my hand, just a soft firmness. Her perfume was spice in my nostrils.
I slid the card through the slot and pushed the door open for her to enter. With short steps, hips swaying, she walked to the bed and turned to face me. There was an odd smile on her lips, Her eyes were wide, but her mouth was wanton, the tip of her pinkie finger resting between candy apple red, lips. With chin lowered, eyes looking up at me in a Lady Di kind of way, it was evident she knew the effect she was having on me. Okay little girl, there’s a lot you don’t know--time to take you to school.
My lips were a firm line as I raised my hand and gestured with my finger for her to approach. For just the briefest of moments, her eyebrows pulled together, but then she smiled once more. She raised her own hand and with a saucy tilt of her head, returned my gesture.
Good. Now we can start.
I raised my hand and repeated the gesture. “Come here.”
With a flip of her hair, she stepped the four paces to me, taking her time, chin up, looking me straight in the eyes.
Oh, this was going to be so much fun, establishing the ground rules. “You’re a sexy little thing, aren’t you?” My voice was soft, barely a whisper while I stroked her hair.
“I’m glad you think so.” Her face dropped slightly and she looked back up at me in a cute, little girl way.
When I didn’t react, she stepped closer to me, her arms raised, about to place them on my shoulders.
I placed my hand on her breastbone stopping her.
“In the bar, I established parameters for our night together. Do you remember what they were?” I edged forward so that my face was close to hers.
“Y…you wanted me to take direction. But you haven’t asked me to do anything.”
I pointed my finger at her. “I do not ‘ask’. I ‘direct’. Is that clear?”
