Page 47 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10

Sunday

Isadora

Sex, for many people, is when they feel most alive, connecting with another human on some base and animalistic level.

Maybe I felt that way about sex at some point, before I was beaten and broken by Rodrigo and his customers, but now, only the ocean made me feel truly alive.

It was the one bright spot in my life filled mainly with the darkness of drugs and prostitution.

On the rare occasion that Rodrigo didn't demand my presence at the club, I would always go to the beach, and for a few hours, I'd smell the salty ocean breeze and feel the hot Brazilian sun beating down on my tan skin.

I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with the salty ocean air one more time before leaving the balcony to go back inside the penthouse suite of the Copacabana Palace.

My best friend, Giovanna, was sitting on one of the four couches in the penthouse, while Rodrigo nursed a scotch at the bar in front of his laptop.

I didn't have to see the screen to know that he was watching a live feed from Vitor of Bryce's sister, Emily.

A similar video feed had been present on Rodrigo's laptop during every pivotal event, with the only variables being a different loved one based on which operative was supposed to be rigging the event.

I didn't understand why he actually had to kill some innocent girl if Bryce failed.

It would be smarter to just use the threat of her death to make Bryce do his bidding, especially since he would owe Vitor more money for actually carrying out the hit on the girl, but Rodrigo didn't see it that way.

If someone crossed him, he took something they loved.

It was brutal, but thus far in life, it appeared to have served him well.

That's going to change today.

"Is it back on?" asked Rodrigo in Portuguese.

"Not yet," said Giovanna. "The announcer is still claiming that they're having...technical difficulties." She looked down at her phone for a second and then held it up for Rodrigo and me to see. "But if you look at the Twitter..."

I looked at the screen. Someone in the audience had tweeted out a low quality ten-second video of the American girl giving head on stage to one of her backup dancers. It was behind an American flag, but it was definitely happening. There was no denying it. Another life ruined by Rodrigo.

"Holy shit," said Rodrigo. "That girl really knows how to give head."

"Hey," said Giovanna, pointing at the 80 inch TV on the wall. "I think it's coming back on."

I immediately turned my attention to the TV.

"We do apologize for the technical difficulties, but I'm hearing that everything is sorted out now.

In just a second we'll take you back out to the tiebreaker.

The announcer disappeared and was replaced with a live feed of all the participants on stage.

Alina had a towel wrapped around herself and was wiping her face with part of it.

Tears. The poor American girl was in tears.

I shook my head. It just made my hatred for Rodrigo grow.

Rodrigo grabbed his laptop and brought it over to the couch. Giovanna scooted over to make room for him and I slid into the seat beside him. All of our stares were glued to the TV, eagerly awaiting the scores of the judges.

***

"The fucking gringo did it!" shouted Rodrigo, jumping off the couch and pumping his fist in the air.

I couldn't help but smile. Maybe, just maybe, life was finally throwing me a bone.

"So the hit is off?" asked a cold voice from the laptop.

"Yes," said Rodrigo. "As always, your services are very much appreciated." With payment for the surveillance already having been completed, Vitor and Rodrigo's business was complete. The feed on the laptop went dark. "Girls, should we go collect on the ticket?"

"Soon," I said. "But first, we have a little something that will surprise you."

Giovanna and I stood and made our way to the bedroom of the suite. We closed the doors and quickly changed into the black leather cat suits we had packed. Rodrigo had a weakness for leather, and we planned to fully exploit that.

"Ready?" I asked, pulling on a pair of black thigh-high boots. My heart was pounding, partially from fear, but mainly from excitement. After all the shit Rodrigo had put me through, I was about to get my revenge.

"Ready," said Giovanna. I was pleased to not hear even a hint of uncertainty in Giovanna's voice. There would be no margin for error.

We pushed the doors to the bedroom open and walked over to Rodrigo. In an instant, he was on his feet. He reached for my ass, but I swatted his hand away. I waved my finger at him and bit my lip. "Not yet," I said.

"Fuck," muttered Rodrigo. "Where have you been hiding these outfits?" The growing bulge in his pants made his approval evident.

Men are so easy.

Giovanna and I each grabbed one of his hands and led him back into the bedroom, closing the doors behind us. I spun him around at the base of the bed and kissed him for a second before pushing on his chest to send him sprawling back onto the plush king-sized bed.

Giovanna jumped on him, undoing his belt and dropping his pants in a fluid motion that could only come with years of experience in our profession.

Within a second, his pants were at his ankles and Giovanna's tongue was pressed against his cock, licking it like a popsicle.

Rodrigo went to grab her hair to force himself into her throat, but she pushed his arm away.

"Not yet," she moaned. "I want to savor your big cock. "

Big cock. Those words being used to describe Rodrigo's package almost made me laugh, because he really wasn't packing anything special. We just had to pretend like he was.

On the side of the bed, I traced my finger down my chest and tugged on the zipper. One little tug was all the help my breasts needed to free themselves of the tight fabric. I traced my finger around my aroused nipples.

"Fuck, get over here," demanded Rodrigo.

I crawled onto the bed and buried Rodrigo's face into my cleavage, pinning his hands above his head. With Rodrigo distracted, Giovanna took her mouth off of him and moved up to be next to me. In unison, we cuffed his hands to the headboard.

"What the hell?" said Rodrigo, his voice heavily muffled by my silicon breasts.

I pulled back and looked at him. "What's wrong? Did you want to touch these?" I pushed my breasts together and moaned. "Or maybe you'd rather touch these?" I reached over and unzipped Giovanna's suit.

"Damn, this is better than winning a bet," said Rodrigo.

I smiled and Giovanna and I made our way to the foot of the bed. Rodrigo's cock danced with excitement, probably anticipating a double blowjob, but we went right past his erection. We tore his shoes and pants off and then cuffed his ankles to the bed posts.

"So what do you want us to do to you?" I asked.

"You better fuck me."

"Hmmm..." I tapped my finger against my lips. "I think I can arrange the fucking of you. Giovanna, what do you think?"

"Yeah, let's fuck him," agreed Giovanna.

"How should we fuck him?"

"Cow girl?" suggested Giovanna.

"I had something else in mind. What if we take all his money?" I watched as his smug fucking smile changed into confusion.

Giovanna shrugged. "Okay."

"What?" asked Rodrigo. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"We're fucking you, just like you wanted," I said, jumping onto the bed and frisking his pockets. He squirmed and twisted and tried to free himself from his bonds, but to no avail. I quickly found the betting ticket which was now worth millions.

"You fucking bitches," yelled Rodrigo. "I'll fucking kill you for this."

"I know," I said. "I've seen you nearly kill girls for sucking your tiny cock wrong, so I have no doubt you'd kill me for this that I am doing.

But you know what? I'm fucking tired of your shit, Rodrigo.

I'm tired of going to the club all the nights and doing whatever the fuck you want me to do.

You act like you're the hot shit, but no one gives a shit about you and your filthy fucking club.

Without this ticket," I waved the ticket in his face, "you are nothing. "

Rage flashed across Rodrigo's face, but it quickly turned to a gentle smile.

"Come on, girls. You really think I'd win this much money and not share a piece with you?

You girls mean everything to me. I was going to make you both live like queens.

And I still will if you let me out of these cuffs.

We can pretend like this never happened. "

I laughed. "Bullshit. The second I let you free, you'll kill the both of us."

"I would never hurt you," said Rodrigo.

"I wish that were true, but you've been hurting us ever since the day we met. Maybe it's time we returned the favor of the hurt." I pushed Rodrigo's sports coat to the side and unholstered his silenced pistol.

"What, now you're going to shoot me?" scoffed Rodrigo. "Come on, just untie me before you hurt yourself."

I slid off the bed and pressed the barrel of the gun against his penis.

What was left of his erection from earlier immediately wilted under the cold sting of the metal barrel and the threat of his manhood being blown to bits.

He tried to look confident, but I could see the fear on his face.

I knew that look so well from all the times I had looked in the mirror at the club.

The look only intensified as I took off the safety and put my finger on the trigger.

Rodrigo squirmed to try to get his penis to safety.

"Quit the movement or my finger might slip," I cautioned.

Rodrigo went still. "Don't do this, Isadora. Just take the ticket. Take the money. Just don't shoot me in the nuts."

I smiled. I wasn't a cruel person, but there was something so sweet about seeing the man who had tormented me for all these years being reduced to a groveling little bitch.

"I'm going to ask a question for you, Rodrigo.

I want you to think very carefully about your answer.

If you get it wrong, you won't very much like the result. Understand?"

"Yes," he said.

"If our roles were the reverse, if someone had hurt you the way you hurt us, would you pull the gun trigger?"

Rodrigo hesitated for a second and then answered, "Yes."

I nodded and took my finger off the trigger. I knew I would never get a genuine apology out of him, but him admitting that he'd hurt us enough to deserve to be shot in the dick felt almost as good. "Let's go, Giovanna. We have a ticket to cash."

Rodrigo let out a sigh of relief as we zipped up our cat suits and walked towards the door.

If Rodrigo had only wronged me, I probably would have kept walking.

But he hadn't. He left death and destruction in his wake wherever he went.

Minutes ago, he had caused some poor girl to get gangbanged on stage and almost paid Vitor to carry out a hit on some random girl.

If I walked out that door, it would only be a matter of time before some other girl took my place under his iron backhand. And I couldn't allow that to happen.

Before opening the door, I turned around, aimed the pistol, and redecorated the backboard of the bed with Rodrigo's brain. I was finally free.