The Escort Book 1 (BILLIONAIRE BROTHERS) - a HOT erotic menage short (The Invitation)

by Jordan, Lucia

  Copyright © 2012 by Lucia Jordan

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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  Chapter One

  There were so many things Lisa had been able to talk Bea into over their few months as flat mates. But of all of them, this had to be the riskiest.

  Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating, Bea thought, as she looked around at the crowded club. She had to admit she’d never really been to a place like this. It was very fashionable, the kind of place that had the cool kids all over it. It was housed in some kind of old music hall, with multi level floors – all in use. The entertainment available was elaborate to say the least. The art, music, not to talk of food and drink were all maneuvered in some kind of steampunk-inspired way.

  Right then, Bea was in the restaurant section, flanked by her clients. Yes, her clients. And the two most handsome men she’d ever met in her life.

  *

  It was something that had started out as a favor.

  Bea worked as an assistant in a huge software firm, the biggest in the city. The money was good, but she’d never say no to a higher pay grade. She’d taken Lisa in as a flat mate soon after she’d moved into the large top floor studio apartment in town. It had been great to share the weight of the rent, and having another female in the place wasn’t bad either.

  They became close friends, and Bea couldn’t help but notice that Lisa lived a somewhat extravagant lifestyle. She was supposed to be some kind of freelance media consultant, but she never really seemed to do any consulting. Yet, Lisa had the most exquisite wardrobe of the kind of shoes and clothes Bea could only dream to afford. She always seemed to be going out to some exclusive club or the other, drinking and living it up. She took trips all around the world for days and sometimes weeks, returning with even more glamorous stuff.

  In short, Lisa was quite sophisticated and worldly, and she seemed to have all the fun in the world. So out of curiosity, Bea had to ask Lisa how she was able to afford such a lifestyle of fun and games.

  “Are you some trust fund baby in disguise – or is there some rich sugar daddy somewhere I don’t know about?” Bea teased as they drank coffee at the kitchen table.

  Lisa smiled. “No, there’s definitely no trust fund,” she said wryly. “And as for rich sugar daddy…sorry to disappoint you honey, but nothing so decadent. But since you asked – well, in my free time, I work as an escort.”

  Lisa started to laugh at Bea’s expression. “No, it’s not what you think, seriously. I really am an escort but that’s all there is to it. I work for a very exclusive agency, totally legit. Offering female companionship and nothing more.”

  “No sex?” Bea asked, her curiosity and interest hitting the roof. She totally wouldn’t have guessed. Though, Lisa certainly had the looks for it. She was the sex-bomb type who looked like every guy’s perfect fantasy. Large, firm tits, slim waist, curvy hips and a face like an angel with her long cloudy blonde hair. Bea could really imagine Lisa in that role in an instant.

  “No sex,” Lisa repeated firmly, taking a sip from her coffee. “The thing is, Bea, there’re so many well heeled men out there just interested in having that model-type on their arm for a few hours. It could be for a formal event, or for an exclusive party. Or maybe even for a little holiday trip. There are really no strings attached. They want to have that overall girlfriend experience without actually having a girlfriend. So when the show’s over, both parties can walk their separate ways.”

  “So all those out of town trips of yours…”

  Lisa nodded slowly. “Yes, most times I was going with a client or going to meet a client. It’s safe, because my agency makes extra sure that each client is genuine. It’s fun because I get to go to all these beautiful places. And oh…did I tell you it pays extremely well, too?” She smiled widely.

  Bea almost didn’t want to ask, but found herself doing so anyway. “So how much do you get paid?”

  Lisa paused, placing down her cup before answering with a shrug, “It depends. But basically, because of the top agency I work for, I get some really good rates.” And then when she told Bea what she earned per hour, she had to chuckle at Bea’s very expressive face.

  “All that, and they don’t get a piece of you?” Bea gasped.

  “I told you, these guys are well heeled. It means nothing to them to blow that kind of money on a few hours with a cultured, stunning lady,” Lisa said with a smirk. Then she sighed, her humor sobering. “I started it out of boredom. I had a job that was more like drudgery, a busy banker boyfriend who had zero time for taking me out not to speak of going on pleasure trips…I just saw this as a way of getting the exposure to life I craved. And so far, it’s been great Bea. Sometimes, it’s fun meeting a new face, making that exciting trip to somewhere different. And I’m lucky that I can always pick who I choose to go out with. Not that I’ve ever had to reject a client. Like I told you, my agency is very exclusive and their clients are among politicians, athletes, celebrities, CEOs and yes, the odd trust fund kid.”

  Her beautiful face broke out in a smile, and Bea couldn’t help smiling back. “I think it’s great you can get to live your life the way you want,” Bea said, tapping her flat mate’s hand, which lay on the table. “I’ve always envied you, you know. Your carefree spirit.”

  Lisa huffed. “No, Bea, I envy you. You’re so hip and intelligent. You work for this cool IT firm and you’re just so dedicated to your dream. I wish I was that focused. Also, I think you’re the most beautiful girl I know.”

  “Me, beautiful?” Bea gasped, laughing in disbelief with cheeks pink from Lisa’s deeply-worded comments.

  “Oh, come off it with the modesty, Bea. You’re fucking hot. All my guy friends have crushes on you and have wanted to ask you out but I warned them to keep their paws off my flat mate. You’ve got the body of a goddess, with your perky tits and perfect peach butt. Trust me, we’ve sunbathed together enough for me to know exactly what I’m talking about. I love your gorgeous sable hair with its natural waves reaching down your back. Hey, if I was a guy, I’d want to hit on you for sure.”

  Bea’s blush deepened. “I think you’re hot, too. I always have. And thanks, Lisa – I’ve never really looked at myself that way.”

  “Well, you should. A girl like you in my line of work – well, you’d make heaps.”

  Bea hadn’t really thought much about that comment, but she had felt nice that Lisa, who she’d always admired, thought she was beautiful, too. She’d never have dreamed that a few weeks later, she’d be in the situation she was in.

  She remembered returning from work to find Lisa on the phone, talking agitatedly. Bea couldn’t help sending her flat mate a worried look as she let herself into the apartment.

  “Anything wrong?” Bea asked with concern when Lisa ended the call and flung her phone unto the nearby couch.

  Lisa shoved her fingers into her hair to clutch the blonde strands, a perfect picture of panic and distress. “Nothing…I mean, I guess I’ve got a bit of a problem. Okay, more like a major problem.” She grimaced. “My normal effic
ient and professional agency has just double-booked me. I’m due to meet one of my most esteemed clients tonight; I’ve already been sent the first class tickets to join him in Vegas for the weekend.”

  “Oh,” Bea said slowly, not really getting it.

  Lisa added on an exhaled breath, “Now the problem is this. I’ve been told I’ve got two new clients arriving today who’ve booked me for dinner with them. Since they’re two, they’re paying double for my company. And from what I hear, they’re the highest paying clients my agency has.”

  “But how could this mistake happen? And what are you going to do?” Bea asked with concern. “Because it sounds like you can’t stand up either appointments.”

  “No, I can’t,” Lisa groaned, falling into a heap in her chair. “This never, ever happens. Not to me. What am I going to do, Bea? None of the other girls I trust can make it to take my place, not at such short notice. And I seriously can’t afford to insult any of my clients. I have a short but prestigious list of patrons whom I value immensely. And tonight, my agency got me booked with the two fittest chaps ever: Ryan and Jason Wallace, the billionaire brothers who run Wallace Enterprises Holdings International.”

  Bea’s eyes widened, suitably impressed. Even she had heard of the mega successful company that was into anything and everything. “I’m sorry. What are you going to do?”

  “I don’t know,” Lisa cried, her fingers tightening in her hair for a few moments, before she released it and dropped her hands with a sigh. “These were going to be my most valued clients. They’ve never used our agency before and this would have been a great way to establish some fantastic working relationship that could lead to return bookings in future.”

  Bea chewed on her lip, really worried for her stressed-looking friend. “Can’t your agency get someone else?”

  “Not at such short notice. I just called them and they say it’s all up to me. I’ve rung a few of my girls, but…” Lisa paused, viewing Bea with interest.

  “What?” Bea said, eyes darting quizzically.

  “Bea…I need to ask you a huge, colossal favor…”

  Chapter Two

  Long story short, Lisa had managed to talk her into making the booking and here Bea was.

  At first, Bea had flatly refused, of course…

  Bea’s head was shaking firmly. “Look, I’m truly sorry about the mix-up but Lisa, there’s no way…”

  “Please, please, please…” Lisa’s big blue eyes had been beseeching.

  “Lisa, I thought this was just some pleasant pastime for you. What does it matter if you happen to lose this one booking? I mean, it’s not like it’s your fault,” Bea said, already panicking at the thought of having to take Lisa’s place. “I wouldn’t even know what to do…”

  “It’s simple! Just sit there, make great conversation, a bit of dancing, and it’s over. Nothing happens that you aren’t comfortable with. And yes, it started out as a fun thing to pass the time, but now it’s a career I take very seriously. A career that is helping me put my younger brother through college.”

  Bea paused, thinking of Lisa’s young, bright brother Harry who was now in Harvard. Bea hadn’t known Lisa was responsible for paying for her younger brother’s education. Although Lisa’s folks were both gone, Bea had always assumed there was some kind of college fund going on. Just like she’d been mistaken that Lisa had some family money that got her to live so extravagantly…Bea felt like such an idiot.

  Lisa sighed deeply. “Bea, all these trappings I surround myself with – the fabulous clothes, shoes and jewelry – the fancy car and the regular spa treatments and trips to the hair salon…they’re just stuff I need to do to play the part. When I said I was in it all for the glamour, I wasn’t being perfectly honest. It’s mostly for my younger brother Harry. I want him to have the future our parents didn’t get the chance to provide for him when they died when we were just kids.”

  Bea bit hard on her lip. “I’m so sorry, Lisa, I wish I could do something to help. But I’m not like you. I’m just not that kind of girl. You know me, hardly the social butterfly. I’ll probably ruin your agency’s reputation for good if I show up. Trust me; you’re better off cancelling the appointment with the billionaire brothers than inflicting me on them.”

  Lisa was suddenly smiling, cocking her head to the side. “Bea, I’m sure I’ve told you many times before: you’re hot. Girls like you wouldn’t even have to open their mouths and you’ll have men drooling. Okay, seriously,” she added when Bea scowled with feigned offense, “These two guys haven’t met me; they don’t know what I really look like or what to expect. Sure, they’ve seen the photos in the profile, but once they meet you, it wouldn’t matter. They’ve heard of my reputation as a reliable and professional escort, so they’re probably just looking forward to meeting someone sexy, entertaining, and charming.”

  “See, I told you! That’s so not me,” Bea said with a hint of triumph.

  Lisa advanced and grasped Bea’s face in both hands. “You know what? You were right. This is just one booking; it’s not the end of the world if I lose them. So here’s my suggestion. Don’t do this for me, Bea. Do this for you,” she said softly, compellingly. “I actually want you to try it. Go out and have fun for once. You’ve been holed up in this flat for months now. The last time you went on a date was three months ago.”

  “And even that wasn’t a real date,” Bea spoke up, pouting slightly. “Just an after-thought thing when some guy from admin decided we should meet up for drinks after work. And it bombed. He got tipsy and tried to paw me in his car.”

  “Ugh,” Lisa said playfully. “Well, tonight honey, you’ll get to meet two incredible hunks. I’ve heard about them; they’re so hot in Scotland where they come from. Treat yourself to something different and exciting. And you’ll get paid for it, too, I promise. You’ll get my fee.”

  “It’s not about the money,” Bea said with a sigh, then looked into Lisa’s pleading face. “You really think I can pull this off? You really want me to do this?”

  “Yes,” Lisa said, her tone firm as she gazed into Bea’s face. “This just might have happened for a reason. Maybe this is your chance to just…enjoy a new experience. Have some dinner and drinks – maybe some dancing, with two very gorgeous and debonair men. Something to giggle with the girls about over coffee later.”

  Bea smirked humorously. “Lord knows I never have anything to give them to giggle about.”

  Lisa laughed. “After tonight, you certainly will. And I’ve got just the outfit to suit your lovely curves and coloring. I bought it a month ago in Italy. I knew it wasn’t the right fit but I couldn’t resist the dress. It looked so gorgeous in the shop. I always thought I’d have it fitted for me – but now I’m glad I didn’t. It would be your perfect size. And then your hair, make-up…baby, I’ll make you look and feel like the amazing beauty you are. And my clients – your clients – are going to be blown away.”

  *

  Now, sitting with the two men known as Ryan and Jason Wallace, Bea was getting the funny feeling she was the one feeling the blown-away sensation.

  She’d been shown to the table just a few minutes earlier, and she’d instantly wanted to run right back where she’d come from.

  Not that Bea was frightened of being faced with not one, but two blindingly gorgeous guys – no. But she suddenly had the feeling of getting into a deep-end situation that she just might not be able to swim out of in time. Why oh why had she let Lisa talk her into this?

  Somehow, she’d managed to smile and take the seat they offered. Something about the way they’d looked at her, in pleasant surprise and appreciation, had somewhat strengthened her resolve to stay. One thing she was grateful for, was that she’d allowed Lisa to primp and pomp her up to Lisa’s content. Now, Bea did feel every inch as sophisticated and elegant as she hoped she looked to her dashing companions.

  “I’m Ryan,” the gorgeous one on her right said, holding out his hand. “And this is my brother Jason.” He
indicted the gorgeous other on her left. Bea swallowed. Damn, they were freaking hot if looks were anything to go by. And that accent! Heavens above. It was Scottish indeed. Just deep enough to jumble up the meager contents of her belly. It was a good thing she’d been too anxious to eat all day thanks to the prospect of going through with the dinner appointment.

  Ryan, whom she knew was the elder, looked just above thirty, with a devilish smile to go with his blond good looks. In fact both men were deliciously blond, though Ryan’s golden locks were a lot more tamed and conservatively styled than his rakish-looking younger brother Jason, who was roughly thirty. With their soft golden curls and square, handsomely tanned faces, they could easily pass for very sexy, very grown-up Cupids just waiting to plunge their pair of arrows into an unsuspecting female breast such as hers. Hmm…the very allusion made her shiver inwardly. But why the heck was she letting her mind wander? Barely five minutes into the “job” and she was already all aflutter.

  They both had equal lashings of virility just rushing at her like a tide, and she felt dizzy just looking from one to the other. Focus, Bea. Focus. What would Lisa do?

  Well, Lisa probably met hunky CEOs like these two on a daily basis. Heck, Bea knew she did. But still…

  She drew in a deep breath and told herself to get into the mood. Just a few hours of playing the professional and glamorous escort to two hot billionaires, and she could scurry back into her warm and safe little hole. Free from the very wicked and wild thoughts that came to mind as she looked into their piercing eyes. Ryan’s a startling blue, and Jason’s an equally remarkable green. They smiled at her knowingly, as if well aware of the effect they were having on her. Dredging up some of her hard-won poise gained from working in a male-dominated IT environment, she smiled elegantly.

  “Nice to meet you…both,” she said with feminine demureness, shaking their hands lightly in turn. How was it possible that just that casual gesture of a handshake from both of them had equal whippings of electricity?