Manic Monday: The Billionaires Temptations

by Wells, Annalise

  Although I had bought the building for Shona and that was my initial intention, I forgot to tell her I had bought the whole block on either side, and I was happy knowing her club would not have much competition to start with.

  I was dragged around many stores and importers looking for furnishings that would fit her design brief, although it was fun, I had to leave Shona up to her own devices. I had a business to keep an eye on, and I was constantly updated, if not by Shona, by Greg, the foreman in charge of the construction.

  Time was getting on, and we had made a few small killings on the market, I was even being pestered to sell some of the property in the Docklands, it already looks as if I am onto a winner with that project.

  I look at the clock and realized I was going to be late, I had promised Shona we would go out to dinner upstate, I had heard of an auction that was taking place tomorrow and wanted to get up there tonight to cherry pick the best items.

  Shona had the idea for the club being in the style of an old court room, and as luck would have it, a town a couple of hundred miles away was having their place remodeled, and they were selling off all of their old furnishings. Even though I had traveled by helicopter millions of times, I still got a thrill from it.

  I arrive at Shona’s apartment, and she is ready on the sidewalk. I open the car door, and she slips herself into the passenger seat.

  “So, where is this big secret you are taking me to now?” Shona asks.

  “I will tell you in about five minutes, we are nearly at the first step.”

  I glance at Shona and can she is confused, we have only driven for ten minutes, and we are just by pier twenty-one.

  “There is nothing here,” she says as we step out from the car, “what's that noise?” she adds.

  “That is our ride,” I say as we walk around the side of the building.

  I look at the surprise on Shona’s face as she sees the helicopter, “Now do you want to tell me?” she asks.

  “We, my dear we are off to Concord in New Hampshire,” I say with a grin.

  “What the hell is in Concord, New Hampshire?” she shouts as we climb into the helicopter.

  “Stuff for the club,” I shout back.

  Shona nods in agreement, and I am unsure she heard what I was saying. Shona signals on her wrist how long we will be and I try to make her understand we will be flying for one and a half hours.

  We finally lift off and fit the headphones, so we are able to communicate a little better.

  “What is in Concord, tell me, you know I hate things being kept a secret?” she shouts.

  “Okay, just this once, there is an auction tomorrow of some old-style furnishings, I thought it could be good for the club?” I reply.

  “There are loads of old furnishings in the city, why travel all the way up here?” she asks looking confused.

  “These are not your ordinary furnishings, it is an old courthouse that is being gutted, and they have the jury seats and everything, none of it has been touched yet,” I explain over the hum of the engines.

  “Holy guacamole, that is fantastic, just what we needed,” she shouts.

  “It is a rare opportunity for things like this,” I scream as we begin or descent towards the Concord airfield.

  We get out from the helicopter and climb into the waiting car which drives us towards the Concord town center. I have arranged for a quick bite to eat at the Barley House which is conveniently located close to the courthouse.

  We enter the bar, and my eyes are instantly drawn to the many black and white photos which line the one wall opposite the oak bar which has mountains of bottles stacked up behind it. We reach the table and look over the menu.

  “Well, as it is sort of an Irish Pub I am going for the Smithwick's Premium Irish Ale,” I reply as I begin to browse over the food.

  “I will have a Captain Stormy bar drink, that should last me,” Shona replies as she turns to the food.

  As we order the drinks, we are recommended the Dublin Burger which we both decide on, a large meal may be just too much to go on top of the drinks and a bumpy helicopter ride.

  The burgers arrive, and they are huge, they are topped with creamy blue cheese, crispy onions and a whiskey gravy, the best of all being they are more than delicious. We chat some more and try to think of a name for the club.

  “How about The Courthouse, that is quite apt, because we may get some of the stuff from there,” Shona says as she takes a huge bite of her burger.

  “It's worth putting on the shortlist, it is catchy and very different,” I reply as I sip on my ale.

  We can see outside that night is drawing in, and we should be getting to the court before it gets too late. As we walk across the square the first signs of rain start to appear, and we dash for cover. We enter the courthouse and begin to check all the items which are being sold.

  I watch as Shona examines all of the furniture and is trying to picture how it will fit in.

  “I can see it, all of these seats can run around the outer wall, and we just have a table with chairs in the center. The jury seats we can have like a split level area that faces the stage from either side, what do you think?”

  “It sounds like a good idea and very different, especially once everyone realizes they are originals and not custom made.

  “What about the judge's table?” Shona asks.

  “Picture yourself on the stage, what do you see? One is people, and two is the sound and light place. So, if we have it exposed rather than hidden it can be above head height and it will still look like a judge's bench,” I explain.

  “What a cool idea, and it is large enough to have ‘The Courthouse,’ written on it somehow,” Shona replies excitedly.

  We place reserved placards on all the items we want to purchase, and I arrange to have my guy come up tomorrow to finalize the deal. We head off back to the helicopter and climb aboard as the rain starts. Shona puts her hand in her pocket and pulls out her cell phone.

  “I have had eight missed calls from Cally, something must be wrong,” Shona says.

  I watch as Shona dials Cally’s number, “Hello, Cally, what's wrong,” Shona shouts, “I can’t hear very well, I am in a helicopter,” she adds.

  “You have what? God, no… you have been abused at the club? Shona asks.

  “They did what? thank God you are ok,” Shona says as she looks at me.

  I feel worried as I look at her face.

  “Some guy, new in town has just given Cally a real rough time at the club,” Shona says to me.

  “He was drunk and kept pestering for Cally while she was with other clients, he couldn’t accept he had to wait,” Shona explained.

  Shona raised her finger as Cally spoke.

  “Of course I will come straight there, we will be back in around thirty minutes,” she shouts into the phone.

  “Did they call the cops?” I ask.

  “They have, and they have taken him to the station, she says the guy was kicking up a real fuss, he was well hammered before he went with her. What makes it worse is that Cally was also a bit drunk, she had an empty stomach, so she was a bit out of it,” Shona explains.

  I feel myself sink, thinking of poor Cally.

  “She said the guy's name was Ty or something like that, I was not able to hear properly,” Shona says.

  “Shona, I need to tell you something important right now,” I say as the limousine arrives at the club.

  “I need Tina to get better security.”

  “Coming together is better than ice-cream.”

  Shona

  “A friend is just fine.”

  I step out of the limousine and Beau said he was going to head to the station to see the guy who treated Cally so badly and see what else he could find out about what happened.

  I stand and watch as the limo turns around the corner and Beau vanishes from sight. I quickly dash to the rear of the club and enter into the entrance, and I am met by a few of the girls who try to tell me what happened.


  “Where is Cally?” I ask.

  “She is in Tina’s office,” Charlotte replies.

  I quickly run through the back and exit the curtain by the side of the main room. As I pass the bar, I can see overturned tables and smashed glass strewn across the floor. Holy shit, it’s like a war zone.

  I knock on the door and enter Tina’s office and can see Cally who is sat on the leather couch, her head is bowed, and I can hear her sobbing uncontrollably.

  “Cally, I am here now, everything will be okay,” I say as I lift her chin with my finger.

  “Oh God Shona, it was horrible, I have never experienced anything like that,” Cally sobs.

  “Calm down, just breathe deep,” I say soothingly.

  I go to the bathroom and take a bowl of warm water and a cloth with some antiseptic, I can already see Cally has rope burns on her arms and her ankles.

  I pour some antiseptic in the water and dip the cloth and slowly pat where the marks from the ropes have been left.

  “Fuck, that hurts,” Cally says as I gently pat the burns.

  “The sting will not last long, it will soothe and kill any infection,” I reply.

  “I am so glad you are back, where have you been?” Cally asks, still with tears streaming down her swollen face.

  “Beau and I went up to Concord New Hampshire to have a look at some things for the new club,” I explain.

  Cally looks at me confused, “Maybe I banged my head, or because I felt drunk, um, but I am sure the guy said his name was Ty.

  “So tell me what happened from the start,” I smile, trying to calm her.

  Cally explains she arrived late and had not been able to eat anything, and she could see that her first client was Clint, so she knocked back a double whiskey to dull her senses a little. She ran through her meeting with Clint, and as always, he made her feel repulsed, so she knocked back another double.

  By this time this other guy has walked into the club and was propping the bar up knocking back his own fair share of doubles.

  “Every time I walk past him, he grabs my arm, and I explain he will have to wait until my regulars are finished with, this just made him angry.”

  “Okay keep going, then…”

  “In around twenty minutes, I will be available,” I say to him. I can hear in his voice he is pissed, “I will just have to fucking wait then!” he replies.

  “So, what happened after this then?” I ask Cally.

  “Well, I was delayed with the other client, and then strolled to the bar,” Cally explains.

  “And what did he say?” I ask.

  “He was pissed off, and no better for drinking, his speech had become slurred slightly as he waited the final twenty minutes before he could take me to the room,” Cally replies.

  Cally explains further that she had another few drinks with the mystery guy and began to feel the effects really badly.

  “We went into one of the rooms, and I turned towards him, I stepped closer to him and began to open his shirt.”

  “Carry on,” I say.

  “He grabs my blouse and rips it open before tugging at my skirt,” Cally says as she sobs.

  “And? It’s okay, he’s gone now,” I comfort her with my tone.

  “He sees the rope and ties it around my breasts and pulls my arms behind me and fastens my wrists together, like that Japanese type of BDSM we have seen,” Cally replies.

  “What did he do then?” I ask.

  “Once my wrists were tied he tied my hair and pulled it back to my wrists, so my head was tilted backwards,” she continues.

  Cally then explains how he stood on the bed and made her suck his cock as he pulled on the ropes which dug into her wrists and under her breasts. He then rolled her onto her front where she supported herself by tilting her head to the side.

  “My mind was a bit fuzzy, and I kept calling him ‘Beau,’ he knelt behind me on the bed and fingered me until I came, my body exploded, as he rammed his fingers fast and hard into my pussy,” Cally explains in detail.

  “And there is more?” I ask.

  “Hell yes, as much as my wrists hurt, I was enjoying myself, I said for him to tie my ankles and spread my legs. He tied the rope around me and tied me to the corners of the bed tight, and there was no way I was able to move,” Cally starts to sob.

  I comfort her and dab the warm water over the marks around the underside of her breast.

  “I was totally locked down and was only supported by the side of my head, when he grabbed his hard cock and rubbed it against my pussy, I wanted him so bad after he had made me cum with his fingers,” Cally continues.

  “Okay, I understand, babe.”

  “The effects of the alcohol had made everything blurred, ‘fuck me, Beau, fuck my hard like you fuck Shona,’ I remember myself saying,” Cally adds.

  “It's okay, just take a breath,” I say comforting her.

  “I think this made him angry as he thrust his cock harder into my wetness and slapped my ass, then my body started to rock and quiver as he tugged on the ropes. The rope dug into my wrists and he pulled my hair as I felt his hand crash down onto the soft skin of my ass,” Cally says, as she relives the ordeal.

  “Oh, I’m sorry Sweetie.”

  “I could feel the burning in my wrists, and they hurt, ‘fuck me harder Beau,’ I said as my pussy spread under the size of his cock, I pulled against the rope, and my ankles rubbed against the rope hard,” Cally says trying not to wail again.

  I hold her arm as she goes on, explaining.

  “My body wriggled around on the bed as he slapped my ass and grabbed my hips, he shoved his cock deep inside me, and I could feel my body close to bursting into flames of passion,” she says.

  “And you finished?” I ask.

  “Well, he thrust faster and faster, and my pussy felt like it was on fire, my ass stung as he slapped me harder and harder. I could not move yet I was turned on so much, my legs spread wide as the beast inside of him took full control over my body,” Cally says as her body shakes.

  I hear a noise and can see Beau has entered the office and stands in the shadows by the door.

  “Well he grabbed at my ass cheeks and spread them wide as his cock entered me, I tried to move, and harder the ropes rubbed against me. I could feel my skin burning, but the pleasure was just unbelievable. ‘Fuck me, Beau, fuck me,’ I scream to him as he pulls on the ropes,” Cally says as I look towards Beau.

  Beau stands and listens to what Cally is saying to me. She is sobbing, and her head is bowed facing the floor.

  “He pulls on the ropes harder, and I can feel my head tilt back, I gasp for breath as my body releases itself, I shake and quiver with a burst of sensations which flow from my body into my stomach. The senses heightened by not being able to move,” Cally explains as her breath becomes faster.

  “Go on, good girl, it is nearly over,” I say as I stroke her hair.

  “I scream at him to ram his cock deep into me as he cums, my body quivers and I can feel his body, he grunts and groans as his body releases him and he pulls tightly on the ropes as he releases himself inside me,” Cally says finally.

  “Is over now Cally, he has gone,” I reply comforting her.

  Cally raises her head and looks in Beau's direction, a look of shock fills her expression.

  “It's you, its all your fault, you fucking animal,” she spits towards Beau.

  I feel sick to my stomach that she thinks it was Beau. Why did she have to drink on her shift. Silly girl! That’s not supposed to happen. We are better than that.

  Beau moves away and I calm her, “Cally it wasn’t Beau.”

  “I’m sorry. I wasn’t myself.”

  “A friend is just fine.”

  Beau

  “I missed you like the soil misses rain.”

  “Hi Shona, it’s me, Beau,” I shout into the hands-free mic.

  “Where are you? Wow, it’s very noisy,” she replies.

  “I’m nearly back in town, I
finished the meetings earlier than expected, so if you want to meet me later at Pica Bella’s around two, that’d be great,” I shout.

  I can hear white noise only on the line.

  “I can’t hear you. Um, you’re breaking up,” I shout back, “just come, and you can tell me then,” I add as I enter the tunnel.

  These damn hands-free are supposed to make it safer when driving, but you spend half your time screaming at them and shaking your fist at them, so how god-damned safe is that? Hopefully she heard me.

  Stupid fucking contraptions.

  I arrive at Pica Bella’s and grab my usual table. The waitress comes to the table and I order drinks and a mixed plate of nibbles, with an assortment of stuff.

  I notice the door open, and in walks Shona followed by Cally. I stand and wave to grab their attention.

  Shona looks so good. Hot as! Fuck I really missed her.

  “Beau, I’m glad you’re back early I’ve missed you,” Shona says as she kisses me on the lips.

  Damn, those fine lips, I sure have missed them.

  Cally still looks shaken up and who can blame her; I just hope my proposition cheers her up somewhat.

  “How you are feeling now Cally?” I ask as I pour them both a drink of peppermint tea.

  Cally looks at me with lost eyes, “I’m getting there, still shaken up but okay,” she replies.

  Damn, Cally if I knew he would find his way to the club. I’m just so sorry.

  “It’s beyond us how the guy looks so much like you, maybe just one of those things but very scary,” Shona says.

  Uncanny. Very fucking uncanny.

  “I’m not sure I want to go back after that, I can’t actually face the thought of it. I really liked him so much. I thought it was you, Beau. I thought you were doing a role play and saying your name was Ty,” Cally says as she sips on her tea.

  Fuck.

  “It’s alright, we’ll sort something out for you,” Shona says as she puts her hand on Cally’s.