Manic Monday: The Billionaires Temptations

by Wells, Annalise

  “Conor my new friend, I, unfortunately, have both,” I say as I raise my glass and swallow down the rest of my drink.

  “Ma’am, I said the Bushmills was mellow, I didn’t say it was weak,” Conor says as he pours me a single,” it will creep up on you when that fresh air hits you,” he comments.

  “Thanks for the advice, I will make this one my last and then head off home, I don’t want to get lost,” I laugh.

  Conor looks into my eyes, “Ma’am, you should get a cab to be safe, some streets around here can be a bit iffy at this time of night.”

  “Iffy, what is that?” I ask slightly confused.

  “It means a bit suspect, some streets can be not very safe, if you know what I'm saying,” he explains.

  I watch as Conor goes and gives some more advice to other customers as he serves them. It dawns on me as I sip slowly on my glass how lonely my life is. I felt alone before while I had a little bit of Beau in my life and a job, and now both have vanished from my life, and the worst thing about it is, it was my decision to end both.

  “Conor, can I settle my bill please, I think I have had more than enough,” I ask as I turn my empty glass onto the bar.

  “No problem Ma’am,” he replies as he hands me the bill.

  I leave a bill on the table and I add a good tip for Conor; he seems a decent Irish kid who is full of honest conversation.

  I look for a cab, but the streets are a bit bare of traffic, so I decide to start walking. Conor was correct and the night air has hit me and the effect of the Bushmills has made me feel a little woozy.

  I walk for a block, and I already think I have lost my bearings. I know I walked through a couple of alleys on the way to the bar, but I have no idea which ones they were, now darkness has fallen they appear entirely different and a little iffy, as Conor says.

  I see one alley that has at least some lighting half way down, so I will not be in total darkness. I start to walk and keep looking over my shoulder just in case someone sneaks up behind me. As I reach halfway, I can see two guys walk in the alley in front of me, and I feel panic hit me. I know they have no intention of just passing me by, and I know I am in trouble.

  I pause underneath the light and look around for something to use as a weapon; I watch as the guys get closer to me and I think of running, but if I turn my back I will be vulnerable.

  I start to take some steps back as the two guys get closer to me and quicken their step. I freeze as they reach me and one of them grabs my arm.

  One reaches into his pocket and pulls out a knife, “Don’t fucking scream,” he says as he holds his finger to his mouth.

  I hear a voice from behind me, “Oy, you pricks, let the lady go.”

  I quickly glance, and I can see Conor approaching with a baseball bat in his hand.

  “I will repeat, ‘let the lady go, you pair of cunts,’” he snarls as he raises the bat.

  The guys turn their attention to Conor and hold the knife towards him, Conor continues to them and shows no sign of fear.

  “Don’t be so stupid; you will fucken regret it,” he says as he swings the bat, the knife flies from the guy's hand as the bat gives a sickening thud against his elbow.

  Conor swings the bat again and the second man does not see it coming, as it hits him just above the ear.

  “Go on with ya, feck off before I do some real damage,” Conor says threatening the guys with the bat, “never fuck with the Irish,” he adds finally.

  I stand and watch as they go skulking off down the alleyway.

  “Conor, I don’t know what to say, but you have saved my life,” I say as I throw my arms around him.

  Conor puts his arm around my shoulder and helps me walk down the alley, “Well, Ma’am, I know only too well, what it feels like to become lost, and be so far away from home.”

  “That’s it, I’m outta here!”

  Beau

  “Reality doesn’t really bite.”

  I had a crappy night in Vegas, but it was only money, and that loss will teach me a lesson, never let a good woman stand between you and a game of poker. I may not have won, but I may not have lost so much.

  One thing I started to realize is, it is a possibility Shona could be out of my life forever, and the original reason for my Vegas trip was, I have a fear of real commitment on a big level and had to run away.

  I have been a dick, I have to put it right, and I have to see Shona, there is no other way around it, and the only place I can do this, is at the club later tonight.

  I sit in my office and can see the market going haywire, and I have some information that can bag me a couple of million before lunch, but I just stare at the time waiting for the club to be open.

  I sit in silence and the phone rings.

  “Beau, are we doing any deals today?” Robin asks.

  “It is not a good day for me, I don’t want to make any errors in judgment, just do some small deals to keep our foot in, just use it as a day of reconnaissance. As soon as I get my head clear, we will strike big,” I reply as I hang up the phone.

  I have the urge to go home for the day, but I have no urge to go home, I am not really sure what I want to do, apart from push the time forward until five pm, and then head to the club.

  I turn off the screen and kick off my shoes and think of everything that has gone on. I know Shona has deep feelings for me, but I am not sure if she knows how much I love her. I then have the situation where she says she is unable to meet me on Mondays which totally confuses me.

  Shona came to me and we had some great sex, and then I went AWOL, God am I really that stupid with women?

  With my Monday girl?

  Whatever happens, it is a situation that needs remedying for both our sakes. If Shona feels anything like I do at this moment, she will think her life is in an absolute state of fucking torment, never mind turmoil.

  I look at the clock, three forty and call Robin.

  “Robin, wrap up for the day there and head back to the office, I am off early I have an engagement I have to keep,” I say.

  “Sure thing boss, there is not much happening anywhere, I will leave reports on your desk for the morning,” Robin replies as I hang up the phone.

  I pass by the reception, and tell them to have a car at home for five thirty sharp; I want to be at the club, to hopefully meet Shona before she enters.

  I make my way home and have a quick shower and a change of clothes, then I pour myself a quick drink while I wait for the car to arrive… and to steady my nerves which are torn to shreds.

  I hear the car come and the driver enters the kitchen, “Ready when you are Sir,” the driver says.

  “To the club and be quick,” I reply as I slide into the back seat.

  I continually look at my watch, and it appears time is standing still, just when you want something to happen, it goes in the opposite direction.

  We enter the old dock area and drive to the front of the club. I instruct the driver to wait, and I make my way around the back to the entrance the girls use when they enter.

  I watch all the girls arrive and look at my watch; it is now five forty-five, and any longer and Shona will be late. I wonder if she has gone through the front, so I quickly see to the driver, he shakes his head and tells me that no girls have gone in from the front door.

  I run back to the rear entrance and watch as the time ticks by and there is still no sign of Shona, it is six ten, and panic hits me, I wonder if she has hurt herself or something worse?

  At six-thirty, I have to accept that Shona maybe inside or that something has happened. I slowly walk back to the driver and tell him to wait for me.

  “I am going inside, just wait here,” I say, as my shoulders slump.

  “Right you are boss,” the driver says as he waits for me.

  I slowly walk into the club and scan my gaze over the sea of faces, in case I missed Shona. I can see no sign of her, so I approach the bar and pull up a stool.

  “Have you seen Shona yet thi
s evening?” I ask the bartender.

  “No, I have not seen her, she is usually early on Mondays,” he replies.

  “Damn, I have come in especially to see her,” I mutter.

  “Excuse me Sir, maybe Tina or Cally know where she is?” he says.

  “Can you ask Tina to come and see me when she has a moment please?”

  “Of course Sir, no problem at all,” he replies.

  I sit sipping on my drink and continually glance around the large room in case Shona is just out of view, or she is out the back getting changed.

  I glance at the clock and see it is nearly seven-thirty, I am sure something drastic has happened to her.

  “Tina has just arrived, and she asks if you can go into her office, she needs to talk to you in private,” the bartender explains.

  The bartender leads me to Tina's office located behind the bar. I enter the room and can instantly see she has a two-way mirror and one desk is full of security screens.

  “You can never be too careful; we have the girls to protect,” Tina explains as she sees me looking at the cameras, “please Beau, take a seat,” Tina says as she gestures to a red leather chair.

  I sit close to her desk and listen as she begins to tell me what has transpired.

  “Beau, Shona no longer works here,” she says.

  “But why, how did that happen and when?” I ask with concern all over my face.

  “Well Beau, the reason is you, and I am sure you can understand why she has done it?” Tina asks.

  I lean forward, “She did tell me she was no longer able to see me, but I didn’t know she meant she was no longer going to work here?”

  “She is a good girl and has too many emotions flooding through her, between you and me, I think she was brave and made the right decision,” Tina whispered.

  “I know, I have seen that in her, I just want to make things right between us,” I reply.

  “Lastly, I am not sure where she managed to get so much money from to buy her way out of the organization,” Tina informed me.

  “What, you mean she didn’t just leave, she paid to leave?” I ask Tina in surprise.

  “It was the only way she was allowed to leave; she paid eight hundred thousand in cash for the privilege, so she values her decision,” Tina explains in detail.

  I listen more about Shona and her decision to leave the club from all the information that Tina explains. I know now that I may have just ruined a perfect relationship and I had to find her to let her know.

  “Do you know where Shona lives?” I ask Tina as I stand from the chair.

  “Sorry, I don’t but Cally knows he location where she lives, and she is on duty now, I can see her on the camera. She has just gone into one of the dance cubicles, so in around three minutes she will be finished. Cubicle Seven,” Tina explains.

  “Thanks, Tina, your conversation has been most enlightening,” I say as I exit the office.

  I wait close to the bar and wait for Cally to finish her lap dance. I watch as the door opens after a few minutes and she walks towards the rear curtain of the club.

  “Cally,” I call.

  “Hey Beau, what can I do for you?” Cally asks.

  “I know you know, I have just spoken to Tina, and I need to know where Shona lives, please,” I ask.

  Cally gives me the address, and I begin to walk from the club.

  “Look after her Beau,” Cally says.

  “That Cally, is my only intention,” I reply as I head from the club with a new smile lighting up my face.

  “Reality doesn’t really bite.”

  Shona

  “Life’s a gamble!”

  I watch as the wheel spins, and the ball is released, it becomes hypnotic trying to force the ball into the number you want. I woke from a dream last night that I had won at the casino and being slightly superstitious, I have acted on it and come to the Diamond Queen Hotel and Casino. It is a swanky joint and is one of only a handful of places you can gamble without heading out to Vegas.

  “Come on red seven,” I whisper to myself as the ball slowly falls into the number holes and pips and pops around until it finally settles.

  “Red seven,” the dealer calls as he shoves my winnings in my direction.

  I have won again, not big bets, I am sticking with the minimum since I left the club, I have to watch the pennies, but one night of fun and a limited budget is a good way to let off a bit of steam. I have so far won just under three hundred and fifty dollars, so I am quite pleased with myself. I take a break and head over to the bar for a slight refreshment.

  I slip onto one of the black and chrome stools, “White wine spritzer please,” I ask the bartender.

  “Coming right up,” he replies.

  As he serves my drink, I can see him looking past me back into the direction of the tables. I swivel around on my stool and can see a throng of people gathering on the far side of the casino.

  “Whats happening there?” I ask the bartender.

  “That is the high roller game tables, it looks like something has kicked off, and there is big money in tonight,” he replies.

  Not one for missing out on fun, I grab my glass and make my way through the tables to where the poker game is underway. I weave through the crowd to the edge of the table and see the stack of chips, there must be a few hundred thousand already, and all the players are still holding.

  I glance around at the players, there is a guy in a Stetson puffing on a large cigar, he is seated next to a younger man who looks like he was an online poker player and is trying his hand at the real thing. A couple more non-descript players, and then at the far end of the table is Beau.

  Oh my god… Beau!

  Geez, of all the places I could bump into him, and it has to be here, I think to myself.

  I watch the players as they make their final bets and can see that Beau is looking at me smiling, without his focus being on the game. Beau gestures me to go to his end of the table, so I weave my way past the crowd and stand behind him.

  “Fancy seeing you here,” Beau whispers as he throws in two stacks of chips.

  I bend forward and whisper in his ear, “I was just thinking the same, and tonight was supposed to be my lucky night!”

  Beau looks at me and giggles, “It may still be, and if you are lucky, it may be my lucky night as well.”

  The table makes the final pass, and the dealer slowly turns the last card. Six of diamonds; a few of the players throw in their cards and Stetson guy and Beau sit looking at each other and grin.

  Beau turns his cards and reveals a full house, and the Stetson guy seems a little upset that his flush was just not enough to win.

  “See, I said you could be lucky for me,” Beau says as the dealer collects the chips and pushes them to Beau's side of the table.

  Beau speaks to the dealer that he is out for a while and the Stetson guy is really pissed he has no chance to try and win his money back.

  We grab a table, and the waiter brings us fresh drinks from the bar, I look at Beau, and all the feelings I have for him come flooding back. He is still so god-damn handsome, it makes me just want to jump his bones right now, and the way he is looking at the split in my black dress, I am sure he is thinking the same.

  “You playing more?” I ask as I place my glass on the table.

  “Not now, I was playing to take my mind off you, and now you are here, I will have no focus, you just fill my mind and nothing else can compete,” he replies smiling, using his sexiest tone.

  “I know what you mean, I have just won three hundred and fifty, and there is just no way I can go back and try and win more,” I reply laughing.

  “So, then,” we both say together.

  He lets me speak.

  “You want to do something really daring?” I ask Beau as I sip on my drink.

  He looks at me with a glint in his eye, ”What do you have in mind?”

  “Get a room, and you will find out!” I say with a wink.

  Beau
raises his hand, and the concierge comes running over like a well-trained dog, “Yes Sir,” he asks as he bows to Beau's level.

  “Can you get me room? The concierge runs off to the reception.

  We enter the room, and I immediately tug at Beau’s belt, I want him so bad, no toys or anything, I just want him inside me. I push Beau back to the bed, and he slides off his pants and removes his shirt. I stand before him and slip off my slinky black dress. His eyes are fixed on my ample breasts, as I lean forward and step out from my white lace panties.

  Beau goes to sit, and I place my hand on his chest and push him back to the bed. I run my hand over his stomach and softly wrap my hand around his growing cock. I can feel his pulse, as his cock becomes engorged and fully erect.

  I smile at him as I lower my head and flick the tip of my tongue over the head of his cock. He sighs with pleasure, and I feel his body tremble under my touch. I wrap my hot lips under the head of his cock and slide my mouth down the length of his shaft.

  “Jesus Shona, I miss this,” Beau says as he grabs a handful of my hair.

  I feel him push my head as I bob up and down, my tight mouth sucking his massive manhood as his body wriggles from receiving the ultimate pleasure.

  I climb on the bed and straddle Beau, his huge cock standing before me. I take it in my hand and wriggle my hips forward and slide the head of his cock between my wet pussy. I rest one hand on his chest and my other guides his cock inside me.

  My head slumps forward, and my long hair falls over Beau's face. I lower my hips, and as his cock fills me, Beau takes my nipples into his mouth.

  “Beau, your cock just fits me like, … oh, God,” I say as I rock my hips against his body.

  I grab Beau's hair and push his head back to the bed; my hips rise and fall, and I feel Beau place his hands on my hips. He pushes and pulls, and his body merges into the same rhythm as mine, our bodies thrust against each other as we make love as if it is our first time.

  “Beau, fuck me, I need you to fuck me,” I sit, arch my back and caress my heaving breasts.