A Billionaire For My 21st Birthday

by Madison, Tiffany

  A Billionaire For Her 21st Birthday

  by Tiffany Madison

  Published by Tiffany Madison, 2013.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  A BILLIONAIRE FOR HER 21ST BIRTHDAY

  First edition. August 16, 2013.

  Copyright © 2013 Tiffany Madison.

  Written by Tiffany Madison.

  Table of Contents

  A Billionaire For Her 21st Birthday

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  All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.

  “Happy Birthday Dear Kate!”

  I always got so embarrassed when people sang me Happy Birthday.

  My whole family was there. There was my brother, my three sisters, my parents, aunts and uncles. We had gone to my favorite Italian restaurant to celebrate my 21st birthday. This was part of the tradition. We had been going there for years. Being born into a strong religious family, we never really did anything too exciting or out of the norm. But it was my 21st birthday and I’d be going out with all my friends to the clubs downtown that night.

  “Honey, we have a gift for you!” My Dad loved spoiling me. I was definitely a Daddy’s girl.

  He reached across the table, handing me a small box wrapped in shiny silver wrapping paper. I was excited to open it. My Dad had expensive taste and his gifts were always amazing.

  I opened the box slowly as everyone watched me. I pulled off the top of the box, revealing a diamond pendant. It was beautiful. When you held it in the light just right, you could see that the diamonds had a hue of blue to them. I started to tear up a bit, thinking about how lucky I was. My friends never got gifts like these.

  It wasn’t that my parents had a lot of money. In fact, they seemed to be struggling a lot of the time financially. But they would always make sacrifices in order to see my happy.

  “Well, do you like it?” my Dad asked, smiling.

  “I love it Daddy!” I ran over to him and gave him a big hug.

  Trying to sound stern, my Dad said, “Now you be careful when you go out tonight. It’s your first night out at the bars and you know how those boys can be when they’re drunk. Also, you only have one or two drinks yourself. I’ll probably be up all night worried about you.”

  My dad meant well. He got so worried about me ever since I went to college. I was a good girl though. I had straight A’s and only had three drinks in my entire life. I was dating the same guy that I dated all through high school. Well, at least until about a week before my birthday, when we decided we should take a break. This was another reason I was excited to go out. I figured I would be able to meet a nice guy at the clubs and maybe really hit it off with someone. I’d be looking for someone mature to marry soon and I sure wasn’t going to find that at a college party on campus.

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  Zoe, Dana, Heather and I were all hanging out in front of the dorms. We still had a few hours before we needed to get ready to go out. I had been close with these girls for years. I met all of them while I was still in grade school. I always sort of felt that they were prettier than me. I had been told I was pretty by some guys before but I’m not sure if they really meant it. I had dark features, dark eyes and olive skin. Somehow I felt awkward though. I hadn’t had much experience with going out and meeting people. My girlfriends were a year older than me, so they had already been going out to the bars and meeting guys. Admittedly, I was pretty nervous.

  “Our girl Kate is 21!” Dana shouted out.

  Zoe jumped up and down with excitement. “Tonight is going to be so much fun!”

  “You’ll never guess who I heard is going to be at Club Volition tonight,” Heather said excitedly.

  “Who?” I asked, trying to sound casual and cool. I was so awkward.

  “Zac Doherty.”

  My heart started beating faster and I could feel butterflies rise up in my stomach. Zac Doherty was a young billionaire. He had created a software company when he was 18 and was now only 30 and extremely wealthy. He was also famous. His software was being used in hospitals to aid in communication between doctors. I didn’t know exactly what it did, but it helped a lot of people. Zac was known for being extremely flashy. He had black hair and bright blue eyes. There were pictures of him online stepping out of his Ferrari, wearing a perfectly fitted black suit. He seemed to have this boyish charm to him, but something about him was also dark and mysterious.

  Just the thought of him turned me on. It was, of course, the same girl crush that every girl had on him. Everyone wanted to meet Zac and a lot of people acted like they already knew him. Just to see him would be enough for me, though.

  “What are you going to wear?” Heather asked me.

  I unbuttoned the top of my shirt, revealing the diamond pendant my father had given me just a few hours before. “Well, this for starters.”

  “Oh wow!” The girls couldn’t believe how nice it was.

  “I think I’ll also wear that little black skirt, black pumps and silver shirt.” I said.

  Maybe I could impress Zac, or at least get him to look at me. I felt like a nerd, thinking I could even have a chance of winning him over. Either way, I was excited for a fun night of drinking and dancing.

  “Eeeeeeeh!” Dana shouted out. “I can’t believe tonight is the night! 21 years girl! Let’s get all dolled up and meet back here in two hours!”

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  I walked back up to the dorm room. I still couldn’t believe it was my 21st birthday. It felt like just yesterday I was hanging out with the same girls, telling each other secrets about boys and making blanket forts for slumber parties.

  As I strolled down the hallway towards my room, I noticed a couple of guys standing outside their dorm room. I walked by them and they barely even looked at me. I couldn’t tell if I intimidated them or if they really just didn’t find me attractive. I was very developed and looked like a woman. I didn’t look like the other girls running around campus. My boobs were big and perky and my legs were long. I was proud of how I looked and I knew that the right guy would appreciate me for who I was.

  I threw open my door and walked in. It looked like my roommate, Bonnie, was out for the night already. There was make-up scattered everywhere in front of the mirror and there were at least 5 different outfits laid out on her bed.

  I collapsed onto my bed, day dreaming about the night ahead. I started thinking about Zac Doherty. The butterflies came back into my stomach. Just the thought of him turned me on. I reached down and started touching myself on top of my jean shorts. I rubbed my fingers lightly over my jeans, feeling myself get wet. I figured my roommate was gone for the night, so I didn’t hesitate to pull off my shorts, exposing my little pink panties.

  I started playing with my clit over my panties. I visualized what it would be like to be seduced by Zac. I imagined him taking me to his mansion. I would get introduced to his housekeepers and butler. We would make love on his huge bed over looking the swimming pool. He would tell me that he loved me and that I was beautiful and that he wanted to be with me forever.

  I had started to get really wet at this point. My cum was leaking through my panties, leaving a large wet spot covering my pussy.

  I went back to my fantasy, visualizing Zac pushing his cock into me as I bent over his bed.

  I pulled my panties off and immediately pushed two of my fingers inside of myself. I was sopping wet. I started fingering myself hard. Feeling how wet I was and imagining Zac’s cock inside of me just made me even more turned on. I pulled up my shirt, exposing my perky tits. My nipples were hard and I started
rubbing them with my other hand.

  My fingers were covered in my lubrication. I pulled my fingers out and started rubbing the outside of my pussy.

  “Oh, Zac, you really know how to treat your lady.” I smiled to myself, deep in ecstasy.

  I put my fingers back and starting pushing in and out, faster and faster. I started imagining Zac again. I imagined his dick deep inside of me, my pussy getting wetter with each thrust. I pictured what it would feel like to have Zac orgasm inside of me, feeling his sperm fill me up. I would let him thrust even after he was done, forcing his cum to be pushed up deeper inside of my pussy. The thought of it turned me on so much and was enough to make me orgasm. I climaxed hard, feeling my pussy wrap tight around my fingers. I pushed in hard one last time and relaxed back into the bed. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes.

  Right then I heard my phone. It was a text from Dana.

  Meet me out front in 30 minutes. You ready to party?

  I jumped out of bed and went to my closet. I left my wet panties on the bed and picked out a new thong I had just bought at the mall. I had so many clothes, but I knew just what I wanted to wear. It was a small black skirt that my boyfriend had bought for me a year before. I had always felt weird about wearing it because it was just so short. We were going to a club, though, and I knew I wouldn’t look out of place there.

  I slid the skirt up to my waist. I looked at the side of the closet where my shirts were hanging and pulled my favorite silver shirt off of the hangar. It was silk and felt good on my skin. I pulled it over my head. My nipples were still hard and sensitive and it gave me goose bumps when I felt the shirt slide over them.

  I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I was looking really sexy. My tits looked great in the shirt. The silk outlined them, showing how perky and tight they were. You could also just barely see my nipples through it. I liked that and was pretty sure that some guys at the club would like it too.

  I curled my long, black hair. Then I put on the diamond pendant my Dad had given me earlier. After dabbing on some perfume, I took one last look in the mirror. I was ready to go.

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  I stepped outside of the dorms where all of my friends were already waiting.

  “Hey Birthday Girl!!” Zoe yelled, running up and giving me a hug.

  All of the girls were dressed up in mini skirts. They looked beautiful. I wondered if a guy would even notice me while I was hanging out with these girls.

  “I’m so excited! I’m so glad you guys are with me for my birthday. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather be with!”

  Dana reached into her purse. “I have our first drinks here ladies. This will tide us over while we wait for our cab.”

  Out came 5 shooters of vodka. I had only ever had alcohol a couple of times in my life, but it was my 21st and I was ready to party.

  We took the lids off of the shooters.

  “Cheers!”

  Down went the sweet taste of orange vodka. I hoped I could keep control of myself. I guess at the very least, I had hoped these ladies would take care of me if I couldn’t.

  The cab pulled up and we all hopped in. The cab driver didn’t say much, but you could tell that he liked the way we looked. I kept seeing him looking in his rear view mirror and trying to catch a glimpse of me. It made me feel pretty good to be getting a guy’s attention.

  I started thinking about Zac again. We were on our way to the club where Zac was supposed to be. I started thinking again about the fantasy I had earlier. I laughed to myself. I was crazy to think that I would ever be hanging out in his mansion or meeting his housekeepers. Whatever though, it was a girl crush. I doubted I’d even have the chance to say hi to him.

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  As we pulled up to Club Volition, we saw a huge line outside.

  “Don’t worry,” Dana said with a smile. “I know the door guy.”

  We stepped out of the cab. I felt like I was a movie star. All of the people in line stared at us. Club Volition was an expensive club to get into. A $100 cover charge brought in a certain crowd. Although we weren’t really part of that crowd, we were pretty good at playing the part.

  We walked past all of them and straight to the front of the line. The bouncer smiled at Dana and opened the door. As the door closed behind us we heard people yelling at us, “Hey, what the hell!? Why do they get to go in?”

  It made me feel good to just walk into that place without waiting even one minute in line.

  “First things first. Birthday shots!” Heather yelled out over the music.

  We walked over to the bar. Before I could even order, some drunk kid at the bar had bought me a drink. I smiled and said “no thank you.” I’d end up having plenty to drink anyway. Plus, I wasn’t interested in that frat boy.

  Heather passed me my shot. It was clear and before I could even ask what it was she passed me a lime. Tequila. This had the potential to become a really fun night.

  “I want to dance!” I yelled out to the girls.

  Zoe had already found herself a guy. He looked like a frat boy. His collared shirt and pink shorts gave it away. It was nothing I was interested in.

  The rest of us went out to the dance floor. Club Volition was huge. It had 3 stories. The upper stories all had open balconies overlooking the main dance floor. The dance floor was completely full and it took a few minutes of pushing and shoving to get out there. Once we were there, I just let myself go.

  It must have been something between the couple of drinks I had and feeling sexy because of the outfit I was wearing, but I just completely let loose. I put my hands in the air and just let myself feel the music. As I danced I could feel my silk shirt rub against my nipples. It felt good and actually turned me on. I closed my eyes and just kept feeling the beat of the music.

  After a few minutes, I opened my eyes. The dance floor had cleared out significantly. Even my girlfriends that were dancing with me had left. Everybody was moving towards one side of the room where they had the VIP section.

  Zac. It’s Zac, I know it. I thought to myself.

  I was right. Making his way to the VIP section was Zac Doherty. He had a beautiful girl under each of his arms. His bright blue eyes cut through the dim light of the club. He had a bright white smile. Over the loud music you could hear girls giggling and yelling out “Hey Zac!” as if they actually knew him personally.

  He was wearing a black suit, with a white shirt and a black bow tie. You could just tell that he was rich. There’s something about people with money. There’s just something different about them. It’s like they carry themselves differently because they are no longer worried about how to make their car payment or buy groceries. They are free of the cares of the world.

  I saw Zac glance around the club. His eyes scanned the dance floor and then stopped at me. We locked eyes.

  Is he looking at me?

  I looked around me to see who was standing next to me. I was mostly alone. Everyone else had flocked over to try to say hi to him.

  He IS looking at me.

  Some girl ran up to him and gave him a hug. He broke his eye contact with me. It seemed like he was annoyed with the girl. By the time he tried to look back, another swarm of girls had bombarded him, breaking the view between us.

  Well that figures. I thought to myself.

  I laughed it off. He probably wasn’t looking at me anyway. There were a million girls in the club. I felt like a little girl with a crush on a boy.

  I went back up to the bar to order another shot.

  “I hear it’s your birthday.” the bartender said.

  “Yep, and I have no idea where my friends are.”

  The bartender smiled. “I’m sure they’re around. Drinks are on me tonight. Have another shot.”

  I took another shot of tequila and turned around to look back at the dance floor and the VIP area where Zac was seated. Security had escorted several of the girls out and was keeping people from entering VIP. The crowd had finally calmed down some. Mo
st everyone had gone back to the dance floor and the bar to resume their night. From where I was standing I could see Zac and the two girls he came with. They were casually drinking and talking.

  Zac glanced up. He was on the other side of the bar but I could have sworn that he was looking at me again.

  I turned back around to the bar where the bartender had already poured me another shot. I didn’t want to be caught staring at Zac. I didn’t want to just be another girl in the club that was getting all googly eyed over him. I was different than that. Or at least I had hoped that I was.

  I took the shot that the bartender had poured for me. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder.

  “Ma’am.”

  I turned around to see one of Zac’s security guys.

  What the hell? I thought to myself. Was I really going to get in trouble for looking at him?

  “Mr. Doherty would like to see you. He asked me to come over here and get you for him. Consider yourself lucky. He doesn’t have to ask to talk to a lot of girls. Girls usually go to him.”

  What? This was a joke, right? My girlfriends were playing a prank on me. That was the only explanation.

  “This way ma’am.” The security guy said, holding out his hand.

  I hesitantly grabbed his hand. He led me through the crowd of people on the dance floor and over to the VIP area. People were watching us as we made our way.

  Suddenly, I didn’t think this was really a prank.

  We got out of the crowd of the dance floor and to the edge of the VIP section. He let go of my hand. I looked up to see Zac only 15 feet away from me. He was sitting by himself. The girls had probably gone to the dance floor. He locked eyes with me. He smiled and his eyes seemed to light up.

  This wasn’t happening. Was I still dreaming on my bed?

  I was speechless. I didn’t even know what to say or do. In a time like this, I would have normally felt awkward. Somehow though, knowing that Zac wanted to see me specifically made me feel sexy.