HiNovel - Web Romance Fiction

31/08/2023

I was given as a plaything to three billionaires after losing a bet……

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Playing With Fire

I never thought I would meet someone like Grant Slate. He’s the sort of guy that you daydream about when you’re in bed and left alone to your fantasies. He’s the sort of guy that can get you to do things you never thought you would do. And when I say never, I mean never. When Grant Slate came into my life, I was ready for some excitement. I was ready to spice things up. Only I didn’t expect for everything to turn out like this. You see Grant Slate had secrets. And desires. And expectations. Expectations that I wasn’t prepared for. Yet, I was willing to see where it all lead me. And oh boy, that was mistake number one.

“Hey s*xy.” An overweight balding guy whistled at me from a few yards away. “I’ll have a lap dance for a stack.”

“A stack?” I repeated back at him and took a step back.

“A stack of hundreds.” He grinned and held up a wad of cash. “What’s your name?”

“Peaches,” I said hesitantly. I really didn’t want to give him a lap dance. Not even for hundreds.

“Come on over, Peaches.” He whistled. “I like my peaches with cream. You can be the peaches and I’ll provide the cream,” he joked, and I froze. Was he saying what I thought he was saying?

“She’s with me.” The guy in front of me pulled me into his arms. “Right, Peaches?”

“Uh, yeah.” I nodded slowly. “Sorry, he asked me for a dance first.”

“Whatever.” The bald guy turned away, looking annoyed.

“Thanks,” I whispered to the guy in front of me and tried to step back. “That was a close one.”

“Where are you going?” His voice dropped, and his expression looked serious. “I want my dance.”

“Oh, you were serious?”

“I’m always serious.” He smiled at me for a few seconds and then spoke again. “What’s your name?”

“Evie,” I said as we walked back to his chair. “I mean Peaches.”

“Evie Peaches.” He grinned as he sat down on a couch in the back of the room.

“Peaches.” I made a face. “That’s my dancer name.”

“Okay.” He patted the seat next to him. “Sit down, Peaches.”

“I thought you wanted a dance?”

“We can get to that later.” He patted his chair again. “Let’s talk first.”

“Uh, okay.” I sat down next to him, feeling awkward in my tiny bikini. I sat back and tried to hold my breath in to make my stomach look flat.

“You okay?” He frowned as he looked at me.

“Yeah, of course,” I said stiffly, my body burning in shame as he stared at me. Not only was I feeling self-conscious, I was also feeling embarrassed and like I wanted to cry.

“Are you new to the dancing business?”

“You could say that.” I nodded.

“Don’t worry.” He grabbed my hand. “You can relax.”

“You don’t want a dance?” I asked hopefully as I looked back at him. Maybe he’d just let me sit here and talk to him the whole night. Maybe he’d feel bad for me because I was new and obviously not in the same class of girls as Crystal and Starr. Maybe he’d be one of those nice guys who thought stripping was degrading to women.

“No, I want you to dance.” He grinned and licked his lips. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Oh, okay.” I sighed and made to get up.

“Not yet, though.” He shook his head. “And not here.”

“Huh?” I frowned at him. “When and where? I’m not a ho**er, if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m not about to go to your car and do anything.” My voice trailed off as I looked back at him. This man looked gorgeous and rich. Surely he didn’t need to pay for any favors from someone like me. He could get a lot more for free from far more beautiful women. “I’m not giving you a blow job.”

“I don’t want you to go to my car.” He shook his head and smirked slightly. “Tell me, Peaches, why are you working here? You look so uncomfortable.”

“I’m working this party for a friend.” I sighed and made a face. “I know how that sounds. Cliché, right? Broke college girl trying out stripping for fun or whatever. But I’m not in college, and this isn’t fun. But I am broke, and my roommate told me I would make five grand for the night.” I shrugged. “And she said no s*x or anything, so I figured how hard could it be?”

“So you’re new to all this?”

“Yeah.” I nodded. “Couldn’t you tell?”

“I could tell when you burst out of the cake you had no idea what was going on.” He laughed.

“Yeah, Crystal and Starr didn’t look too impressed.” I groaned as I thought back to the two girls’ expressions. “But hopefully, they didn’t notice.”

“I doubt anyone really noticed,” he spoke again. “Most of the guys are wasted.”

“Yeah, it’s a bachelor’s party.”

“I kinda noticed that.” He laughed and I blushed. He reached over to me, and his fingers trailed down my neck. I held my breath as I wondered what he was going to do next. Please don’t let him try and grope my breast, I thought to myself. And please don’t let him try and reach even farther. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do if he tried to finger me or something. I closed my eyes for a second, wondering what I should do, when he sat back.
“You look nervous.” His voice was soft as he whispered into my ear. I opened my eyes and gave him an awkward smile.

“No,” I squeaked out, thanking God his fingers were no longer on me, though my body wasn’t as happy. My body had quite liked his warm fingers on my skin, caressing me.

“How about that dance now?” He sat back in the chair and smiled as the music changed. A loud fast number I didn’t know was playing, and I stood up nervously.

“You can do this,” I whispered to myself, though I had no idea what I was supposed to do. Was he expecting me to take my clothes off? Was he expecting me to rub myself all over him? Was he expecting he’d be able to touch me? I wanted to groan as I started dancing in front of him, my face burning a deep red. He sat there, his eyes watching me like a hawk as I moved back and forth awkwardly.
“Don’t be nervous.” He growled as he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. I stumbled into his lap and adjusted my position so I was straddling him. That was a mistake. I could feel his hardness between my legs and I bit down on my lower lip as I felt myself growing wet. This was so embarrassing, and I knew he could tell I was turned on because he was grinning as he stared at me. His hands lay on my hips gently, and he started rocking my body back and forth. He seemed to be getting harder and harder beneath me and I averted my eyes from his. I was starting to feel turned on and that confused me and made me feel a little bit slutty.

“Just dance on my lap.” He leaned forward, and his tongue licked my ear. “That way we’ll both feel good.”

“I don’t know,” I mumbled as I moved around on his lap. I could feel him growing harder beneath me and his hands were sliding down my ass. I was starting to see how easy it was for the lines to become blurred in situations like this. I felt like I was dry hu***ng him on a date that I wanted to lead to s*x. In fact, I was starting to feel more turned on than I normally felt before s*x with someone I was dating. It really made me feel like I was a bit of a slut. Was I basically getting a guy and myself off for money? I groaned as I felt the man moving me back and forth faster. My breasts were hitting his chest now, and I felt him slide down in the seat a bit, so my breasts were slapping his face. I tried to push his hands off my hips, but he just shook his head.

“No, don’t stop,” he muttered, and I licked my lips nervously. I was the one giving him the dance, but he was definitely the one in control of everything happening.

“I think I have to stop now,” I whispered hoarsely as I felt his mouth on my ni**le over my bikini and his fingers were now squeezing my ass as I moved back and forth.

“Not yet,” he groaned, and I felt his hand between my legs for a second as he undid his zipper. “Ten more seconds,” he muttered, and I realized he had pulled his c**k out of his pants and it was now sitting between my legs as I moved back and forth. I jumped up after two seconds as I felt his fingers sliding my bikini bottoms to the side and the tip of his hardness right next to my wetness.

“No way, Jose.” I shook my head and looked down at him. “Sorry, I can’t continue with this dance.” I readjusted my bikini bottoms and blushed heavily.

“What if I offered you twenty grand to finish it?” He sat there staring at me with narrowed eyes.

“No, sorry.” I watched as he tucked himself away again. I looked away again as I thought about the size of him.

“What about one-hundred thousand dollars?”

“To finish a dance, or to have s*x with you?” I mumbled shocked as I stared at him again. Was he for real? A part of me felt horrified that I was even considering his offer.

“A hundred thousand to finish the dance.” He smiled at me and stared at me expectantly. “Whatever that means to you.”

“With your you-know-what out?” I tripped over my words, feeling like an immature teenager.

“Yes, with my c**k out and between your legs. Your bikini bottom would be off,” he said shortly. “No pe*******on, though.”

“No,” I said softly. “Sorry, I can’t do that.” I shook my head and sighed. “As much as I’d like to make a hundred grand, I can’t do that.”

“Are you sure?” He asked me softly. “I’d pay you in cash.”

“I’m sure.” I nodded and looked down at the floor. A hundred grand would go a long way. And it wasn’t even s*x. Did mutual gratification and no s*x count as prostitution? Would I really feel that cheap?

“Good.” He grinned as he jumped up and took my hand. “Come with me.”

“Huh?” I looked up at him in confusion.

“You passed my test.”

“What test?” I blinked at him feeling dazed.

“I’ll explain more later. Let’s go and get your stuff.”

“What?” I frowned, feeling confused. “What are you talking about?”

“We’re leaving.”

“I can’t leave. I haven’t gotten paid yet.”

“I’ll give you the five grand for tonight. Go and grab your stuff, put your clothes on, and meet me outside in ten minutes.”

“Um, I’m confused.”

“I’ll explain more later.” He squeezed my hand. “Now do as you’re told and go get your stuff.”

“Okay.” I nodded and sighed. “I guess I can–”

“Peaches.” He placed a finger to my lip. “Be quiet. Go get your stuff and meet me outside. You now have seven minutes.”

“Okay. By the way, what’s your name?” I changed the subject to hide my irritation. I wanted to tell him to f**k off, but I was too intrigued to just walk away.

“I’ll tell you when I meet you outside.” He grinned, and I felt his fingers on my stomach tracing a trail around my belly button. “I’ll tell you everything when we meet again. Don’t be late. You won’t like it if you’re late.”

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