Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
If this motherfucker doesn’t stop referring to the girl like a piece of meat, or some product being sold in a store, I’m going to lose it. Besides, Sierra’s worth a hell of a lot more than that. This woman is putting herself out there for our pleasure, and she deserves at least ten times that much.
“We’ll give you a hundred,” I say in a smooth tone.
Benny’s confused, his eyes practically crossing.
“I’m sorry, but a hundred dollars isn’t going to be enough,” he whines. “Gentlemen, I thought we had an agreement. This isn’t some girl off the street. This is grade A fare, provided by Benny Cumberland himself.”
Harry steps in then, disgust twisting his lips.
“A hundred thousand dollars for all three of her holes,” he clarifies. “For us to share. We won’t be bidding separately.”
I hear the girl whimper as her lithe form trembles.
“A hundred thousand?” Benny gawps. “Are you sure?”
I run my hand up Sierra’s back and rest it on one narrow shoulder.
“That’s right. A hundred grand for the sweet girl.”
Benny’s slippery smile returns, and he lisps happily. “Then gentlemen, let me congratulate you because you’ve got yourselves a deal. Sold!”
With that, Sierra enters our lives, bringing with her sweetness, light, and a tempting feminine sensuality that we never imagined.
6
Sierra
I was surprised when my buyers didn’t ask to consummate the deal immediately after the auction. Instead, I was patted on the rump, kissed and caressed a bit more, and then Harry whispered in my ear, “We’ll see you soon, pretty girl.” Startled, I didn’t move. What?
But Benny let me know that my buyers wanted to pick up later, and now I’m perched on a stool at the Club Z bar. Reflexively, I scan the room, my heart in my throat. It’s filled with the usual crowd of handsome men in suits accompanied by flirtatious women wearing tiny, barely-there outfits. But where are my buyers? I haven’t seen their faces yet, but I’m sure I’d recognize the billionaire businessmen from their sheer charisma alone.
Then again, I hope I don’t stick out sitting here all alone. Of course, nothing is actually “different” from how it usually is; I just feel different because for the first time, I’m waiting at the bar instead of working behind it. Moreover, instead of my usual attire of short skirts and bikini tops, I’ve decided to dress up a bit, as befits a customer. I have a cocktail dress on, but to be honest, it can hardly be called a dress. Instead, it’s more like a handkerchief that wraps around my bottom, with a chain link forming a halter. My breasts are just about popping out of the low décolletage, and the hem is so short that if I were to bend over, it would ride up and show everyone in the room my sweet, pulsing pinkness. Oh God, have I made the right choice? Am I dressed appropriately? Maybe I should have just stuck to my usual outfit.
But at that moment, low male voices draw my attention to the entrance. I gasp and my eyes go wide because three men who look like gods just walked in and they’re incredibly handsome. All of them have dark hair, and I can sense the flash of blinding blue gazes. Not only that, but their features are chiseled, and all three of them are tall and well-built beneath their expensive suits
My heart immediately starts racing, and my body begins to heat up. These must be my buyers. Sure enough, they approach my small table, and I stand nervously, clutching my hands together. Then time stops as the handsome man on the right greets me.
“Please sit, Sierra,” he says in a low rasp. “I’m James, and this is Mike and Harry,” he introduces.
“Hi,” I manage, my voice nearly a whisper.
The two men smile in return.
“It’s nice to see you again,” Mike drawls.
“You look beautiful tonight,” Harry remarks, his blue eyes running over my curves with appreciation. “Please, sit.” My cheeks flush as I obey, trying to position the material of my skirt so that I don’t flash my pussy, but the three men merely watch with amusement.
“You look perfect,” James reassures me. “Even better than at the auction.”
I flush bright red again.
“Oh, that,” is my whisper.
“Yes that,” Mike growls, his blue eyes flashing. “It was a wonderful experience, wouldn’t you say? And now, we’re here together.”
James laughs deep in his throat then.
“Yeah, but let’s start this off right,” he drawls. “Can we get anything for you?” the handsome man asks, his eyes locked on mine.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I smile and say, “A glass of moscato would be great, thank you.”
The men nod and signal a waitress, who takes our orders and disappears. Then, we’re left alone again, and my pulse races as I look from man to man. Goodness, how did I get so lucky? These are no trolls. In fact, they’re gorgeous and obviously very powerful men, with their air of charisma and sheer presence like a force in the room.