Seduced by the Billionaire

  Seduced by the Billionaire

  By: Chelsea Cash

  Published by Smutpire Press

  Copyright 2017 All Rights reserved

  Smashwords Edition

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  This is part 1 of the Seduced in Sin City series. Other books in this series can be found below:

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  Chapter 1

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  I walked back to my car, happy that the day was finally over. The school that I worked at was great, and so were the kids I taught, but damn, it sure got boring sometimes. Just as I was about to start bemoaning my career choices and feeling sorry for myself, I felt my phone vibrating in my purse. I fished through the ever-disorganized bag to retrieve it and saw it was Jenny—my wild but well-meaning friend calling.

  I considered not answering. I really didn’t feel like talking to anyone at the moment, but I decided to pick it up at the last second. Before I could even say hello, Jenny’s voice was in my ear, strong and excited. “Monica!” she said. “I know you’re done with work for the day. Come over to my place.”

  “What?” I said, confused. “I was just heading to my car to go home. It’s been a long day and I really just want to take a bath and relax. Plus, people usually say hello before launching into the reason for their call, Jen. It’s called being poli—”

  “Stop right there, Mon,” she responded. “I’m tired of this! You need to start living a little. Aren’t you dissatisfied with your life?”

  Jenny wasn’t known for being the most tactful speaker, but this one hurt a bit to hear, especially since I was. How did she know that? “What do you mean?”

  “You’re twenty-five, and you have an amazing body and face. You don’t even take advantage of it or go after guys the way you could. Plus, you still wear those unflattering, long dresses,” she answered, “Let me guess, you’re wearing one right now.”

  I looked down at my flower printed dress, suddenly a bit self-conscious, “So what if I am? They’re comfortable, and I’m a teacher for crying out loud,” I said. “What should I be wearing? A low-cut lace top and hot pants?”

  “That would look great on you actually,” Jenny said slyly. “Come on girl, you’ve got amazing boobs and an ass that most of us couldn’t get with a year of squats.”

  I couldn’t help but feel a bit flattered and decided to hear Jenny out. “Okay, so what exactly am I coming over for?”

  “You’ll see!” she responded.

  Chapter 2

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  I drove over to her house, feeling a bit exasperated with a slightly hurt ego. Even so, I was interested to see what this was all about. When I got to her house and was about to raise my hand to knock, she opened the door, bouncing with excitement. Jenny was my opposite--fiery, impulsive, and exciting. I was just a quiet, boring teacher.

  “Monica! Get your ass in here. We’re going to Vegas. TONIGHT,” she said.

  “Jenny, what are you talking about?” I said. She sounded even crazier than usual.

  “Look, I can tell lately that you’re bored with life. You never go out! And when’s the last time you even had a boyfriend or just a nice fuck session?” she asked.

  “I, uhh…” I stammered, embarrassed.

  “See, look!” she said, “You even get embarrassed talking about sex. You need a change. We’re going.” She turned around and walked toward her room, knowing I would follow.

  “First, we’re going to pick out some clothes to accentuate your assets,” she said, and then looked down at my dress and shook her head disapprovingly. “It’s like you try to hide your great tits. I have some dresses ready right here that you can try on.”

  At this point, I was too tired to fight with her. Plus, this did sound a bit intriguing as well as intimidating. As I tried on some of the dresses, I noticed that many of them showed quite a bit more leg and cleavage than what I was accustomed to, but I had to admit that they looked pretty good. There was a short, deep blue dress in particular that went well with my eye and hair color.

  “Consider these yours for three days!” Jenny said.

  “Three days?!” I responded. “But what about Monday? I have school.”

  “Don’t worry, I took care of that,” Jenny answered. “They know you have an emergency and can’t come in that day. I told my work not to bug me while I’m gone too so we’re covered!”

  I wanted to be mad, but I really did need a break, so I decided to let Jenny do what she did best-take the reins and plan a fun time.

  We flew to Vegas that afternoon and took a cab to our hotel. When she first pointed it out to me, I thought she was kidding. “Jenny! You do know that I’m a teacher, right? I can’t afford this type of place!”

  “Monica, you really need to stop worrying so much. I won this trip at a giveaway party, okay? I was given the chance to bring whoever I wanted here, and I couldn’t think of someone who needed it more than you,” she said, “So, quit fretting and come on!”

  We entered a decadent hall with a gigantic chandelier, shining marble floors, and incredible paintings on the walls. In the center of the lobby was a fountain with naked angel statues and glowing lights that made the water appear neon blue. It was just amazing. I had only seen stuff like this in the movies. Admittedly, I was getting pretty excited about being here.

  We checked into our room as I wondered how much this place must cost per night. $500, $700? I wandered around, checking out the plush rugs and dark, expensive wooden designs in the room. For once, I heeded Jenny’s advice and got myself to stop worrying.

  We started at the hotel bar, ordering vodka tonics (Jenny sternly shot down my request for iced tea). “So, when is the last time you got laid, anyway, Mon?” she asked me suddenly.

  “Um, what?” I answered. I considered avoiding the question, but I was a little buzzed from the vodka. “Well… it was probably Jason.”

  “Probably Jason?” she cried. “That was over three years ago, Monica! We are going to get you some nice dick while we’re here.”

  “Some nice dick? Are you kidding me?” I said, but couldn’t help laughing. “Don’t I get a say in this? Taking a break from sex is not that bad.”

  “Not that bad? It’s been three years, Mon. Don’t you miss it? Don’t you get horny?” she asked. “Please tell me you at least masturbate.”

  “Sometimes,” I answered, thinking of my vibrator at home, which I would never tell Jenny about.

  Chapter 3

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  We went to another bar across the street, which was full of fancy looking people with far more money than I had. The women were all in designer high heels and professional-looking makeup. How did Jenny feel so comfortable just strolling in here? She made almost as little money as I did.

  After we found a table, Jenny went up to order drinks. I started tugging self-consciously at my dress, but couldn’t decide between pulling it up to cover my cleavage or down to cover my thighs. The dark blue dress that I felt so sexy in earlier suddenly felt silly. Who was I trying to fool?

  “You look great, Mon. Stop worrying,” Jenny said, sitting down at the table with our drinks. I could see men’s eyes following her as she sat, looking her up and down. She seemed to take it in stride, but she looked back at one particular man a couple tables over. To me, the guy looked like a GQ model, and I felt envious that they were obviously sharing a physical attraction between them.

  Guys were looking at me too, but none that hot. I started feeling really hungry. “Jenny, I want to get something to eat, are yo
u ready to go?”

  “Uhh, not yet,” she said distractedly, still staring at him. “You go ahead. I’ll meet you at the hotel later.”

  I wandered the strip a bit by myself, looking for a place to grab some food. I noticed that without Jenny next to me that I felt more confident, and starting walking like it. As far as looks went, we were equally attractive. But she always looked so confident, and I think that was what made her get so much male attention. Sure enough, when I put a bit of strut in my step, swinging my hips and believing I looked good, the number of male glances I got increased. I smiled.

  After eating and wandering around a bit more, I went back to the hotel. If Jenny was back, maybe she’d want to watch a movie or something. I took the long elevator ride up to the room.

  When I got to our door, I slid the key into the slot and started walking in and heard noises coming from down the hallway. A little worried, I rushed toward the door, which was cracked. Was Jenny alright?

  “Oh yeah, fuck me,” I heard coming from inside, along with the unmistakable sound of Jenny’s voice groaning and moaning with delight. Oh no, I’m intruding, I thought, turning to go. I started walking down the hall when I heard a man’s voice grunting softly before saying, “Take my cock, you little slut. Ohhhh, yeah.”

  I was shocked. Did Jenny like being talked to like that? But I also noticed that I had stopped walking when I heard the man’s voice, and I started feeling a hot, tingling sensation in the silk panties I had on. My pussy was growing extremely wet hearing this.

  I peeked in the door, and saw my friend on all fours, naked on the bed. Her ass was in the air, and her face was turned sideways on a pillow. The hallway I was standing in was dark, so they wouldn’t be able to see me unless they got up and walked over to the door.

  She moaned again with delight, bucking her hips backwards to take the length of this man’s cock, which I could see was quite thick. Then, she started bouncing her ass up and down on it, which was obviously driving him wild. I could see her juices and could almost feel his cock myself just from watching. I knew that I should probably turn and go, but I was mesmerized.

  He started thrusting a bit harder and threw his head back with pleasure. I saw that it was the GQ-looking man from the bar earlier! I took this chance to get a good look at his toned body that glistened with sweat and flexed with his movements.

  This was turning me on so much that I slipped my hand under my dress, touching the front of my now-soaked panties, almost gasping aloud from the sensation. It felt so good. I couldn’t even remember the last time I did this.

  I began sliding my finger over my aching, swollen clit, getting it wet with my slippery, hot juices, as I watched this man grab my friend’s hips and drive himself deeper and deeper into her pussy. I imagined it was me on that bed getting fucked hard like that and realized that Jenny was right. I had been missing sex.

  I was getting closer and closer to the edge, closing my eyes periodically to listen to both of their grunting, moaning, and heavy breathing. When I looked back at them, they were in the middle of switching positions. The man laid back on the bed with his amazing abs clearly visible, while Jenny got ready to climb on top.

  “Wait,” he said, and my heart stopped as I thought they noticed me, “Turn around. I want to see that sweet little ass as you ride me.” She obeyed. “That’s a good girl,” he said as she lowered herself on his cock. He let out a big, pleasure-filled sigh. “God, your pussy is so hot and tight.”

  I was so turned on that I could hardly stand it and started moving my hips against my finger, which was still pressed closely to my sensitive, swollen clit. Now, I had a full-frontal view of my friend. Her face was flushed, and her small nipples were erect. She was completely lost in what she was doing and started slowly rotating her hips on the tip of the man’s cock, teasing him.

  Again, I put myself in her place as I rubbed myself.

  “Come on,” he said, trying to thrust deeper. But she wouldn’t let him and kept grinding on the top of it. I admired her will power. I would have gone crazy and started thrusting as hard as I could. At the thought of this, I slipped a couple fingers inside of my aching, dripping cunt. Again, I had to keep myself from gasping aloud or letting out a moan.

  With my fingers inside of me, I started moving my hips, as Jenny teased the man’s smooth, thick shaft. She had now progressed to lowering her slippery, wet cunt down the length of it, and then immediately started bouncing teasingly on the head again, switching back and forth with expert motions and grace. She was driving him wilder and wilder, and the look on her face said that she knew it.

  “God, you’re going to make me cum. Would you like that, slut?” he said.

  “Ohhhh yeah, baby—cum in my tight little hole. I’m ready for it,” she responded. “Give me your hot cum.”

  I had never heard her sound like this. She hardly even sounded like the friend I knew so well, and I was amazed at what was happening. At the sound of the words they were using, I could feel myself getting ready to orgasm. By the sounds of it, Jenny was getting closer too. Her moans seemed to climb toward a crescendo of pleasure.

  “Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me,” she groaned with abandon, not bothering to tease him anymore and instead thrusting and bouncing on his shaft as hard as she could.

  “Fuck!” he yelled, as she continued bouncing and squealing. He suddenly grabbed her hips, which were still rocking. “I’m cumming!” And by the pitch of her yells, she was too.

  I reached my own earth-shattering orgasm at the same time, having to reach out and support myself against the wall as it ripped through me.

  About a minute later, I was recovered enough to remember that I was spying and rushed back out the door. Thankfully, they didn’t hear me. I went to the bar to order a glass of wine and to give those two a chance to get dressed and clear out, so I could go to sleep. I wasn’t used to all this excitement and was ready to call it a day.

  Walking up to the bar, I noticed someone right away. He was sitting down, but I could still tell he was tall. His hair was a light brown and by his posture I noticed that he was relaxed, yet confident. He appeared to be thinking carefully about something, and I wondered what it was.

  I looked around the place and immediately noticed two women looking at him and exchanging frantic whispers behind their hands, eyes wide. Maybe he’s someone important, I thought. Or maybe they are just in awe of his appearance, because damn. I couldn’t remember ever seeing a guy this well-dressed.

  I finished my wine, deciding that the two mattress shakers were probably decent now, and got ready to head back to the room. As I was signing my credit card receipt, I found myself staring at the poised man at the bar again, and he glanced at me for a second. I had time to notice that he had piercing green eyes. Unfortunately, our eye contact really was just a second, and his gaze didn’t linger.

  A bit dejected and again feeling self-conscious in my dress, I walked to my room. When I entered, the mysterious GQ model was gone, and my dear friend Jenny was snoring. No surprise there. She got quite the workout earlier, I thought.

  That night, as I was drifting off, I thought again of the intense sex I had witnessed earlier, along with the man at the bar’s face. The two ideas melted and meshed together in my mind, and my hand went inside of my panties again.

  I woke up the next morning to the sound of Jenny on the phone. She sounded agitated. “What do you mean? You know I’m out of town, right?” Jenny paused and listened. “I told you I needed to have Monday off this week--can you just get Jerry to come in and do it? He retired already? Oh. Damnit, okay.” She hung up the phone and then threw it on the bed angrily, crossing her arms.

  “Jen? What was that about?” I asked, sitting up on bed.

  “I have to go back. One of the new trainees at work totally fucked up and got the staff locked out of the computer system somehow, and I am the only one who’s been there long enough to fix it,” she said. “I know, great timing, huh?” “Damn, you have to leave? S
eriously?” I said in disbelief, “But will we be able to get an early flight back?”

  “My work is so desperate for my assistance that they’re buying me a ticket home. You stay and enjoy this place or otherwise it was all for nothing! Plus, last minute flights cost a fortune.”

  I was a bit anxious at the thought of staying here. What would I do here by myself? This was not my kind of place, and I only came because I was dragged by her. But staying here really was the most reasonable option, both financially and logically.

  “I’m really sorry, Jenny--damn it,” I said, unsure of what else to say.

  “Don’t worry about it, Mon. Just make me a deal okay?” she said.

  “What?” I responded.

  “Make sure you have some fun while you’re here!” Jenny said with that sly look in her eye again.