Manic Monday: The Billionaires Temptations

by Wells, Annalise

  Whatever they craved was available for them at Tina’s Place. There was no extravagant name for it… because it was a complete secret, unless you were a member, or a joining one. And with a member list of twenty-billionaires and counting, this naughty parlor was the most expensive in upper-class New York. A hive of sexual gratification and delight that cost big bucks. A million dollars per year to be a member and that didn’t include the orders placed there.

  The stage was set and every girl knew her place and the part they had to play. I know I am some of the girls’ favorites. I am sexy, smart and like to pleasure the girls… I could make them cum three times before I even thought about bedding them. I gave them gifts and tips and spoke about my stupid wife that was not interested in a romantic relationship with me at all. It is sad really, the whole scenario. I am a totally ineligible bachelor coming to Tina’s Place to get what I can’t get at home. Sex and conversation with some of the most beautiful girls I have ever laid my eyes on.

  I had Shona on Mondays, Cally on Tuesdays, Stacey on Wednesdays and Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays I opted for a different choice. Picking one out of a hat. The girls always waited with baited breath as I chose. According to Shona, I am such a gentleman… and a total bad boy in the bedroom. Every girl’s biggest fantasy. With a ripped body and a massive member that pleasures them all six nights a week. My wife couldn’t care less where I was. So, I told her I was “working” on a big project. And that wasn’t a lie, because these girls were part of a personal project for me. But not even Tina’s girls know what it was… not yet, anyway. I love them all. Every curve, every moan and every, “Yes!” that they pant in the privacy of the rooms. Manic Mondays are my favorite. Because it is Shona all the way. My cock rises immediately at the sight of her. She is naughty and she also likes playing those kinds of games… the kind you don’t tell Mom about! Mhm…

  But Shona can’t be Tina’s girl anymore…

  She’s my girl, now.

  My mind wanders as I sit in my office…

  I look at her again taking her all in, "Fuck, beautiful you are too nice to me."

  "Only 'cos you deserve it!" She walks to me and kneels as I let my cock out in front of her wanting face.

  "Mmm, I want to lick it and milk it clean."

  I feel my legs go slightly weak as she teases with her mouth in the shape of an O and I gain the perfect view of her cleavage. I want her so badly it hurts.

  She lets my boxers and pants fall to the floor. She helps me step out of them and caresses my ball sack. I wince as she slaps it with control. Fuck, I can’t get enough of her. She’s intoxicating.

  She places a finger on my chest as she stands, "You're gonna work for me, baby."

  I love her words because they make it seem like there's no one else and that I'm the only one. Fuck.

  "Lie down and get comfortable my Beau Boy."

  That's what she calls me.

  "Shona..."

  "Sssh, you're with me now, Big Boy!"

  Her eyes seduce me as she undresses. Peeling off her stockings and then her dress. She moves her dress over her perfect shoulders and it falls like an English handkerchief to the floor. Her hair hangs touching her D-cup breasts and her suspenders are still on. Black lace with gold trim.

  Fuck, I'm in love with her body.

  I’ve decide I can tell her now. The secret I haven’t dared to tell anyone at all. But she deserves to know it and I can’t wait to let her be a part of it all. She’d never guess it… not in a billion and one years. She’ll keep it well and help me out, because that’s the type of awesome girl she is.

  Fuck, I can’t wait to see her. I’m busting now. It will be cheeky and sinister but she will take it all on board. A secret is only as good as its holder. I choose to hold it with her. She is my best friend, my lover and I am madly in love with her. This story is just beginning. Oh, my wow!

  “Better the devil you know…”

  Shona

  “Shopping fixes everything unless you’re in love.”

  A good dose of self-induced retail therapy was supposed to take my mind off things, yet I found myself aimlessly walking around the mall with no clear intention of what to buy that would make me feel better.

  I saw someone who looked like my friend David and realized it wasn’t him when his partner turned out to be female. David was gay and proud. I loved that he wasn’t afraid to be himself. That gave me the idea to call him and see if he wanted to join me for a day of shopping and some catch-up time.

  “Hi Shona, long time no speak,” David says as he answers my call.

  “It has only been two days!” I reply.

  “I know, I just like to say that, it makes me feel like the conversation will be so, well, so much more interesting, you know with all the gossip and all that stuff. Oh, I love a good gossip, don’t you Shona? I bet you do, I bet you have lots of stuff to tell me! Gosh, it has been ages since we last spoke,” David says at a million miles an hour.

  “Jesus David, calm down, relax a little. There is no need to fit everything into one sentence you know!” I reply laughing.

  “Ha, ha, ha, you know I get excited when I speak to you, you are so, oh, you just are, you are delectable, and I could just munch on you, num, num, num on Shona,” he says.

  “David!” I shout as loudly as I can without catching anyone’s attention, “stop it will ya!” I add.

  “Ok, breathe deeply, one, two, three. Hi Shona, what can I do for you?” he says in a calm and normal voice like it’s a new person.

  “You want to come shopping with me?” I ask waiting for the next barrage of “whoops” and “yippees.”

  “Ok girlfriend, where do you want to meet?

  David is a very close friend and is always my go-to confidante and shopping guru, he is just one of these people who clicked with me from day one, and he never had to learn to understand me, he just did. And that is why I think he became such a good friend and my shoulder in times of need. Friends for three years and counting.

  “I will meet you in Bo’s Café, do you want me to order for you?” I ask.

  “Oh, do dear, that will be wonderful,” he says, “you know what I want?” he adds.

  “Of course, how can I forget, see you in twenty,” I say as I hang up the phone.

  I feel better already knowing David is coming, I can let it all out without any worries of a biased option. He would never say a judgmental thing against me. He totally understands my situation and gives me pointers when I need them.

  I make my way to Bo’s café and order the drinks. I glance around the and realize how simple their décor actually is. I have been here hundreds of times and never before noticed that all of their woodwork comes from pallets. They must have recycled everything, and it’s so cool.

  I look out of the window and can see David mincing his way across the mall towards the café, I slide his cup to his side of the table and look at his spiffy green knitted sweater.

  “Hay, Shona, thanks for inviting me,” he says as he slides himself into the cubicle bench.

  “There you go, one extra strong Brazilian with double cream and extra milky,” I reply as I kiss his cheek.

  “Oh, I just love a strong Brazilian that has extra cream, mmm, so tasty like my fantasy man,” he replies as he licks his lips.

  David sips on his coffee and looks at me intently, he knows me too well to know it is just about shopping.

  “Shona dear, what’s up,” he says, “no, don’t tell me, man problems?” he adds.

  “Sort of,” I reply as my body sinks into the bench seat.

  “Well you called the right gay, oops I mean guy, tut, how did I get that wrong?” he says with a smile on his face to make me feel happier.

  I explain briefly to David the situation and how things have gone, and that the job and the personal life got mixed up, somehow. How I went away with Beau, my fantasy man.

  “Hum, let me think,” he says as he places his hand on his chin, “I am thinking… for
feeling lost, you need shoes. Not just one or two pairs, we need five. Yes, that should do it, five pairs of shoes! So, you won’t feel lost and you can find your way again, check one,” he explains.

  “David, you are so insightful, you know that?” I say with a giggle.

  I really have no idea how David can relate everything to clothing, he puts a huge smile on my face, every time.

  “Now, for feeling lost and alone, I am thinking, something casual and relaxing,” he says as he thinks, “I can’t think now, but I’ll know when I see it, you ready?” he adds.

  We leave the café and start to stroll round the shops, we bypass all the designer labels because apparently, we need homely comforting things, that is how David explains it, anyway.

  “I don’t want cheap rubbish,” I say to David, “I have a reputation to uphold, you know that,” I add with a wink.

  “Shona, dear, you called me, and if you don’t trust me now, I have wasted all these years trying to teach you the art of shopping,” he says as he drags me into the first shop.

  I sit on the bench as David strolls around the shop and brings me shoe after shoe after shoe. I’ve tried everything from running shoes to boots, and from sandals to four-inch heels. Eventually, we decide on two pairs of heels which are classy and give no sign of a designer label or anything too expensive looking. We leave with new running shoes and two pairs of flat shoes that David assures me will match everything in my closet.

  “Where now?” I say to David, nearly exhausted by it all.

  “I am thinking, tribal printed skirts, to get some color into your closet. God, Shona, everything you have is sooo plain,” he says as he drags me towards Camo Flage.

  I have never been in this shop before and I can see that every single item has ethnic prints or has been tie-died, and/or hand painted. It is hip and chic and is not cheap. Again, I sit on the bench and wait for David to return. I suddenly break down in tears and sob, David is making me feel better but this is not a solution to everything. God, how will this will just make me feel better at this moment?

  “Oh, dear, what’s wrong? Please tell me, let it all out,” he says as he puts his arm around my shoulders.

  “David, I am lost, and I don’t know what to do,” I explain, “I am totally lost and feel all alone,” I add as I wipe my eyes on my sleeve.

  “You have me, dear, you will always have me,” he replies as he starts to cry with me.

  “I know that, but it is not the same, you know I have a good amount of money stashed, and I live a life of luxury.” David blows his nose on a pink handkerchief.

  Even when I am at rock bottom, David always does something to lighten the mood, a fucking pink handkerchief, my God, I think to myself, I love him so much. Him and my Beau.

  “I am lonely because, it is because….,”

  A lump rises in my sore throat.

  “Come on Shona, let it out, you will feel better,” he replies.

  “David, I need love, I want to love, and I need someone to love me back,” I say as I break down.

  I feel my throat tighten and I feel unwell. A woman stares right at me as she waits in line for ice cream.

  “Why won’t anyone love me, and save me from all this?” I reply.

  “Shush dear, they will, one day there will be someone who sweeps you off your feet,” he says as he holds me close.

  “When David, when will it happen forever?” I say as I rest my head on his shoulder.

  “Soon dear, it will happen soon, I promise you,” he says as he pulls me towards him, “now don’t cry, you are making my mascara run,” he adds with a giggle.

  “You really think it will happen for me? You know what my job is, so how will it be?” I reply.

  “That is just a job, you have to look past that. Love will come your way when you least expect it, trust me, I am a doctor,” David hands me his handkerchief and smiles, “And before you ask dear, that is not a pink handkerchief, I washed some new clothes and the color ran…it was cherry red!” he says defensively through a smile.

  “David, what would I ever do without you to help me?” I wipe the tears from my eyes.

  “Shona, that we will never know!” he says as he shows me the first skirt he has chosen for me.

  “Shopping fixes everything unless you’re in love.”

  Beau

  “A woman’s scorn…is so annoying!”

  I storm into the kitchen and can see her sitting at the table, she has really done it this time and I have just about had enough of it. Kelly is just concerned about money, money, money in this rich man’s world, and she has no place in it anymore.

  “Kelly, is there no end to your hemorrhaging of cash?” I ask as I pour myself a stronger than usual cup of coffee.

  “What now? We can afford it!” she replies as she continues playing with me, accentuating the word, “We.”

  “That’s not the point, you should have some sense of control, there are bags of clothes there, and you still haven’t worn the last lot you wasted money on,” I reply, as I feel the unrelenting anger building up inside me.

  “Okay, so I was bored, what do you expect me to do? Play happy housewife and stay in all day?” she snorts back at me.

  “At least show some respect, if not to others, at least to yourself,” I shout.

  “Ah, new message,” she mumbles to herself as she sits on the couch like a movie star without any cause but herself.

  “What?!” I reply.

  “Not you, Beau,” I have a new message.

  “Will you stop being so ignorant and talk to me?” I slam the cup on the kitchen counter, “or at least look at me while I am trying to talk to you!”

  “You’re like a broken record, you know that? You always come out with the same crap,” she replies as she types into her stupid phone.

  I have spent a fortune on this house just to please her, and now, as with everything else, she is just taking it all for granted. And her ridiculous, materialistic, selfish behavior is relentless… God, she infuriates me.

  Kelly stands up and walks towards me by the breakfast bar, “So, what are you trying to say, Beau?” Her tone permeates sarcasm added with a hand on her hip to add to the flavor.

  “I think it is time for you to look for somewhere else,” I answer in a rough tone.

  “You have got to be kidding me, is that what it comes down to?” she replies, “you have finished with me, and just want to cast me to the side? Who is being wasteful now then, eh?”

  “You know it is nothing like that, but look at yourself, look at us, where is it going?” I say as I stare at her.

  “Well, I have news for you, I am staying put. I am not leaving here so do what you will and be done with it,” she says in a huff tone.

  “Really, is that right? Christ, Kelly, who do you think paid for all of this? Fuck, everything you own comes from me, well, in fact, you own nothing, you would be on the streets if it was not for me,” I say as I clench my fists.

  “Ha, so now who is putting a value on things? You hypocrite… and you think I am just concerned with money,” she replies as she walks back towards the table.

  “Don’t turn your back on me, you are an ignorant, ungrateful money hungry... fuck!” I say as slam my fist on the counter.

  “Temper, temper dear, you know your blood pressure will rise if you have a tone?” she replies grinning to herself, “that being said, do it, get high blood pressure, and you can do us both a favor then!” she replies as she sits back at the table

  I have done everything to please Kelly and now she just looks at everything as if she is entitled to it, she is a real gold digger at heart and if I had known this before, I would not be in this conversation now. Who am I kidding? Fuck, this is not a conversation, she is just responding to what I am saying., I think to myself.

  With that thought, and as I watch Kelly playing with her phone; a red veil washes over me, and I walk to the table. I grab her cell phone and storm back to the kitchen. I drop the phone int
o the sink and turn on the waste disposal; the satisfying crunch of plastic fills my ears.

  Kelly starts grabbing my shirt trying to stop me, but I was having none of it, she was going to listen and understand the situation. She had to realize, she was just a dirty, rotten, gold digger, and that she had become like a sponge with money.

  “You are a fucken asshole, what have you done that for?” she screams as she pummels her fists onto my back.

  “You have to learn some respect, you can’t just take, take, take in a relationship Kelly, you have to give something back. For God’s sake grow up!”

  “Is that the way you look at it?” real tears well up in her eyes, “you think this is a real relationship, Beau?” She picks up a stack of plates.

  I watch in shock as Kelly drops them to the floor and screams as they break into pieces. She raises her head and looks into my eyes with no love left for me at all.

  “See, that is like us, in pieces, and I don’t care,” she replies as she picks up a tea cup and launches it towards the wall.

  “What are you doing?!” I reply as I try to grab her arm.

  “You think I am just concerned with these things? They mean nothing to me,” she says as she continues to throw items across the dining area.

  “You are being irrational, just settle down,” I say trying to calm her down.

  “Boy, you have no idea what being irrational is, believe me,” she says as she storms out of the kitchen.

  I follow her into the lounge and watch as she picks up a poker from the fireplace and swings towards the TV. The poker smashes through the screen and hangs there as she loosens her grip.