The Virgin and the Billionaires: The Complete Series

by K. J. Diamond

  So the rumors are true. Jessica was confirming Dana’s suspicion that Alexander was nothing but a womanizer. She was just one in a line of many, and Alexander was probably going to use her up and throw her out. And yet there was a part of Dana that didn’t mind this idea. How many opportunities was she going to get to hook up with a billionaire, anyway?

  Dana changed the subject again. She’d think about this more later. In the meantime, there was small talk to be made and cosmopolitans to be sipped.

  ***

  It had been almost a week since Dana had seen or heard from Alexander. She had no way to get in touch with him directly: no cell phone, no email. Not that she would want to, anyway. He was looking more and more like a dangerous person to get involved with, especially after what Jessica had told her. And what kind of girl would she be if she called him first? Dana didn’t know much about trysts, but she knew that she didn’t want to appear desperate. It didn’t work for her in job interviews, so why would it work with a guy like Alexander?

  Dana was walking to her car, heading home after another day that had started far too early. It was getting closer to the launch date for the issue, so there was a lot of extra work to do. Dana had spent most of her day photographing a large pile of items to be featured on the ‘must buy’ pages of the magazine. Tubes of lipstick, enamel bracelets, and boat shorts all needed to be photographed neatly against clean white backgrounds to blend seamlessly with the page, and Dana had spent the greater part of eleven hours meticulously photographing each item.

  Now she was exhausted, ready to go home and watch TV. Five minutes away from home, Dana’s cell phone buzzed.

  It was a blocked number.

  Dana couldn’t believe it. She let it ring three times before answering.

  “Hello?”

  “Come to my office in 20 minutes.” Click.

  He hung up! Before Dana could say a word, Alexander had cut her off. Still, she was excited and intrigued. Recognizing that there was a part of her that liked being told what to do, Dana turned her car around and headed toward the Price-Levy Investments offices.

  When the elevator doors opened into the office lobby, it was once again empty and dim.

  Dana could hear Alexander’s voice coming from the back rooms. It sounded as if he was talking to somebody on the phone. She heard the click of the headset on the receiver and knew that she was to meet Alexander in the boardroom.

  She walked her way back to the boardroom through the winding hallways of the large office. She entered the doorway to the sight of Alexander sitting at the head of the table, stroking his hard cock with his suit pants unzipped.

  “Come here,” He said.

  No hello? Dana was nonplussed, but obeyed Alexander’s order and stood right in front of him.

  “Get on your knees.”

  Dana obeyed. She knew what was coming.

  “Taste me.”

  Dana was nervous. She’d never given head before, and the idea scared her. She didn’t know whether he would taste okay, or if she could fit all of him in her mouth. Nevertheless, she lowered herself over him. She spent a few seconds touching and stroking his shaft, which made Alexander’s breaths deepen. It was long, thick, and smooth. She was glad he was circumcised.

  Dana parted her lips and took a mouthful of Alexander’s erection, keeping one hand at the base. He was already rock hard. She tried moving her head up and down, just like she had seen in porn videos. Alexander moaned quietly with each bob of her head. She alternated moving up and down the shaft of his cock with licking his crown. She swirled her tongue around it in circles, making Alexander groan with pleasure. Up, down. Up, down. Swirl the tongue around the crown.

  He grabbed Dana’s long, brown hair in a fist and tugged at it. “Stroke my balls,” he ordered.

  Dana took her free hand and gave Alexander’s balls a gentle squeeze. It was too much for him, and not in a good way. He yelped out and said “stroke them gently.”

  Nervous because of her mistake, Dana continued to suck Alexander diligently, occasionally taking a peek up at his face. His head was arched back in a fit of pleasure. She wished that she could see the expressions on his face, imagining them to be sumptuous.

  Alexander’s breathing became heavier and heavier as Dana licked his shaft from base to tip. The moisture had begun to seep through Dana’s thin lace panties and out onto her thick, soft thighs. She couldn’t resist the urge to touch herself as she continued to lick and suck Alexander – it was too hot to handle. She reached inside her panties with a free hand and began to slide her fingers between her thick, wet lips.

  Alexander grabbed her head firmly and looked her in the eyes, startling her. “You come when I tell you to,” he scowled.

  Dana nodded her head, cock still in mouth. She took her hand out of her panties, slightly frightened.

  After releasing several drops of salty pre-cum into Dana’s mouth, Alexander was getting very close to shooting his load. “Oh, let me come in your mouth,” he barely got out with a moan.

  Dana obeyed, preparing herself for Alexander’s spunk. Before she could register what was happening, Alexander shot a warm, creamy load onto the back of her throat. She took as much of it as she could and swallowed, noting its stickiness as it slid down.

  “Now lick the rest off.”

  Dana licked Alexander’s ejaculate off every part of his softening erection. She smiled, surprised at how delicious it was.

  “Stand up.”

  Dana stood up slowly, exposing her wet panties to Alexander.

  “Bend over the table.”

  Dana’s eyes widened. Was he serious?

  “Do it,” he growled.

  Dana bent over the boardroom table, exposing her huge ass, touching thighs, and swollen pussy to Alexander. He lifted her skirt up over her cheeks and admired the view for a minute before lifting his arm up and lowering it with an incredible amount of speed and force. Dana screamed as his hand hit her ass, causing it to jiggle and bounce.

  “Turn around.”

  Dana turned and Alexander pushed her back onto the table. She was lying with her panty-covered pussy exposed. Alexander pulled her panties over her thighs and exposed her engorged, glistening vulva. Her mound was covered in a soft tuft of light brown hair. Alexander fingered her pussy, rubbing his large hands in between her lips and over her swollen clit, which sent a surge of pleasure up Dana’s body. He stuck a finger up her pussy, pulled it out, and tasted her sex.

  “Delicious.” He smiled and brought his face in between her legs. Dana was heaving with anticipation. He kneeled on the floor and buried his nose in her fleshy lips, taking in her smell. Alexander extended his tongue and rubbed it up and down Dana’s soaking wet pussy, getting her sex all over his face.

  Dana moaned. She could not believe how incredible it felt, his tongue swirling over her clit in circles, then flicking it up and down, and then slowly sliding in and out of her hole. Alexander continued to pleasure her for several minutes, each stroke of his tongue sending a new wave of bliss through her body and bringing her one tiny step closer to orgasm.

  Alexander had already begun to get hard again and was so turned on that he was almost ready to fuck. He prepared Dana for penetration by thrusting his two thick fingers in and out of her, continuing to flick his tongue around her nub and stroking himself with his other hand. The combination felt amazing to Dana and she began to buck her hips to the rhythm of Alexander’s thrusting. He suddenly stood up and leaned over Dana, beginning to rub the tip of his hardness against her soaking wet slit.

  Dana noticed the sudden change and lifted her head up. What is he touching me with?

  What she saw was Alexander slowly gyrating his pelvis as he rubbed his tip around her opening.

  Dana snapped back into reality. This was moving too fast.

  She panicked, sitting up and crawling away from Alexander. The look of confusion on his face made Dana panic even more.

  “I’m sorry. It’s just too much. I can’t do
this right now.”

  Alexander scowled. “Go home then.” He wiped Dana’s juices off face with the handkerchief in his jacket pocket.

  Dana looked at him, then down at the floor as she rearranged her clothes and walked out, ashamed and embarrassed. During the elevator ride back to the garage, she realized that she had left her panties upstairs. There was no way she was going back to get them now.

  Why did I freak out? She couldn’t pinpoint a reason. It was just an involuntary reaction, and a very embarrassing one at that. If she wasn’t sure after their first meeting, now she was confident that she would never see Alexander again.

  ***

  Dana’s first fashion spread was finally out. The new issue had been in circulation for a few days and the response had already been quite positive. Graciela had pulled Dana aside earlier in the week to tell her how pleased she was with Dana’s work. This bode well for Dana’s future at the magazine.

  Dana had some down time at her desk and was catching up on correspondence when a blocked number called her phone once again. Dana’s stomach jumped into her throat and her palms began to sweat. Should she pick it up or leave it? She couldn’t stand the humiliation of what had happened with Alexander earlier that week, but the fact that he was calling her was a good sign, right?

  Dana cleared her throat, took a deep breath, and answered her phone on the last ring. “Hello?” she said, her heart pounding.

  “Hello, Dana?”

  Her stomach sank. The speaker’s slightly higher voice immediately let Dana know it wasn’t Alexander. “Yes, this is she.”

  “Dana, this is William Levy from Price-Levy Investments. I trust you’ve been well?”

  “Yes.” Dana replied, not knowing if it was really true. “And you?”

  “I’ve been doing quite well, thank you. We’ve seen a big jump in phone calls and emails since your article came out.”

  Dana smiled. “Really? That’s wonderful!” The best news I’ve heard all week.

  “Yes, and as a token of our appreciation, we’d like to invite you to dinner on Friday. It’s on us.”

  Dana paused. She didn’t want to see Alexander, but she didn’t want to be rude to Mr. Levy. Snubbing him would be bad for her professional image. “I would be honored,” Dana responded, even though she was not quite sure if she would actually go.

  “Great. Be sure to wear a nice outfit. I’m not skimping on this dinner.”

  Dana chuckled. “I’ll do that. Thank you very much. I’ll see you on Friday.”

  “Alright, goodbye.”

  Dana hung up her phone. Oh my God, she thought. What am I going to do? Trying her best to put the dinner at the back of her mind, Dana returned to her work.

  ***

  Dana rehearsed her phone call to Mr. Levy for a day and a half.

  Hello, Mr. Levy. Thank you so much for inviting me out on Friday, but I just don’t think I’m going to be able to come. My workload is too heavy, I’m going to have to stay late, and my boss refuses to budge. I really appreciate the offer, and I’m so glad that your spread has done so well. Perhaps we can make it up some other time.

  At two o’clock on Friday, Dana was sitting at her desk, gathering her nerves to make the phone call and tell Mr. Levy exactly what she had been rehearsing in her mind. The thought of being stuck at a table with Alexander after her humiliating experience earlier in the week was too much. She knew she wouldn’t be able to go through with it.

  On the other hand, she had a professional reputation to cultivate. Shirking this dinner was a surefire way to fall into Graciela’s bad graces (if she was to ever hear about it). The risk of flaking out seemed overwhelming. Maybe she should just suck it up and go for her job’s sake. Mr. Levy, at least, was a fantastic business relationship to maintain.

  Dana picked up her cell phone and put it down several times. I’m going to call him. I have to call him. I can’t be humiliated like that. She picked up the phone, determined this time to call the Price-Levy office and get a hold of Mr. Levy. At the very moment she scrolled to their entry in her phone book, Dana received a text message from a blocked number. She took a deep breath before looking at it.

  Hi Dana: Regrettably, Alexander won’t be able to join us tonight. He is stuck at the office dealing with a difficult client. I have sent for a limo to pick you up tonight at 7pm. What is your address? -William

  Dana could feel the iron weights fall from her shoulders. She responded to Mr. Levy with her home address, confident that she could now she could enjoy her night.

  ***

  It was a good thing Dana liked nice dresses. It seemed like her best wardrobe items had seen way more wear in LA than they ever did in college, where sweats and t-shirts were the uniform of choice. Dana laughed when she thought about how that look would fly in Beverly Hills.

  The bright red silk cocktail dress Dana kept at the back of her closet seemed like the perfect outfit for a fancy Beverly Hills dinner. Dana slipped it on after she’d emerged from the shower, powdered and perfumed to what she hoped was some level of acceptability. A little bright red lipstick finished the look. Maybe I can get some approving stares in this outfit.

  She heard a horn honk outside and knew that it was time to go. She put on a pair of strappy red heels, grabbed the small clutch she’d switched to for the evening, and walked out to meet the limousine. Dana felt ridiculous having an expensive limo come meet her in her bland Burbank neighborhood, particularly in front of her even blander apartment building.

  Even more ridiculous was the sight of Mr. Levy standing outside the door of the stretch limousine. She thought for sure that she would be traveling alone to the restaurant and meeting Mr. Levy there. Nevertheless, she and Mr. Levy exchanged a smile as Dana walked toward the car.

  “Dana.” Mr. Levy said, extending his hand and planting a soft kiss on her cheek.

  Dana twitched in surprise. “Hello, Mr. Levy” was all she could say.

  “Please, call me ‘William.’” William opened the door and held Dana’s hand as she climbed inside. As Dana was adjusting her dress in her seat, William followed inside and sat down next to her. The limo drove off.

  “I’m so glad that you could make it tonight,” William said as he reached for a bottle of champagne, already uncorked. Dana found a wine glass in the armrest to her left and allowed William to pour her a few sips. “It’s really important that I express my gratitude to you for the new business you’ve brought us.”

  “Clearly, I’m never one to turn down a good dinner.” The possible self-deprecating interpretation of her remark didn’t register with Dana until it was clear William was struggling to find an appropriate response.

  Dana blushed. “I didn’t mean it that way, but I suppose it’s true anyway.” She paused. “Whatever. I am who I am!”

  William smiled. “Well, you’ll really enjoy this place then. I always enjoy dinners with people who actually eat. There are way too many people in this city – men and women – who don’t.”

  Dana chuckled. “I don’t think that will ever be me.”

  “Nor should it be,” William replied. “You’re beautiful just as you are.”

  Dana’s face reddened again, but she didn’t really know if William was being sincere. She’d come to discover that the old stereotype she had heard about LA – of insincere, self-interested people laying it on thick to enter others’ good graces - was at least partly true, particularly in her working world. However, she wanted to give William the benefit of the doubt.

  The limo stopped in front of an elegant and colorfully lit building. They had arrived at the Poisson d’Or, a trendy new restaurant that had just been featured in the same issue of SoCal Style as the Price-Levy spread. William exited the limo and extended his hand to Dana as she stepped outside. They entered the restaurant together. William held the door at every opportunity.

  William spoke briefly to the hostess, who immediately began walking them back to their table. William led the way.

  The res
taurant was long, narrow, and full of the sounds of happy chattering. As they walked further back, it became clear that they were to be seated toward the back of the room. Walking by dozens of tables on the way, Dana suddenly noticed a familiar face sitting at a table to her right.

  William didn’t tell me that she was coming! But why is she sitting at a table for two? We can’t very well join her at such a small table. And who is that person sitting across from her?

  It was Jessica. She was wearing a shimmering, slinky silver dress – not exactly attire for a business dinner. Her body language toward the person sitting across from her was pretty aggressively flirtatious. She kept making bedroom eyes and touching his arms, laughing and giggling at everything he said. Dana thought about leaving her alone – clearly, she would be interrupting - but she was sure that Jessica had just been invited to the dinner without her knowledge.

  Jessica caught a glimpse of Dana as she approached the table. She made an expression indicating she was surprised – but happy - to see her there. She waved at Dana, motioning for her to come over. Dana stopped and looked around her, seeing that William had gone further off ahead. She made her way over to Jessica’s table to say hello.

  Jessica, who had clearly had a couple of drinks, stood up and embraced Dana heartily. She could see William approaching the table out of the corner of her eye. As Jessica sat back down, Dana looked to her right to introduce herself to Jessica’s mysterious dinner companion. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized that that wouldn’t be necessary.

  Alexander Price was Jessica’s dinner companion.

  ---

  Part 2: Facing Alexander

  Dana could not believe that she had run into Alexander at Poisson d’Or. William had told her that he wasn’t going to come, and he didn’t even mention that Jessica was going to be there.