Page 40 of Untouchable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #1)

We arrive at the first man, Mac Duckworth.

Mac inherited a nationwide transportation company. He reminds me of Matthew McConaughey. A little bit of mischievousness and a whole lot of sexy. Who doesn't love Matthew? He is sporting Tony Lama cowboy boots and a Stetson Hat with his suit, and he looks very comfortable in them.

"Mac, what do you say?" Darren asks. "Yea or nay?"

Mac pretends to ponder the question, but all he is doing is pondering my assets displayed front and center. "Well, now." He says as he takes off his Cowboy hat. I study him as his eyes travel down to my pussy where they linger. "I like that leather skirt you're wearing."

Hmmm. I part my legs, putting my hand on my hip. "Thanks," I tell him in my bratty voice. I see his hand twitch. He enjoys spanking, so BDSM.

Let's see what else you like. I cock my ass and lean over as I take my purse off my shoulder.

My tits threaten to spill out while my skirt, stretched taut, slides up my thighs.

His eyes flare but don't waver. You like pussy.

And I know what you're thinking right now.

Is her bush natural, or does she wax or shave?

As I stand straight again, my skirt slides down, and I clutch my purse in front. His eyes slowly travel back up to mine. I raise my eyebrows and smirk at him. If you only knew how special I treat mine, Cowboy! Then I wink.

He puts his hat back on and rolls a toothpick out of his mouth. He grins at me as he takes it from his lips. With a heavy southern country boy drawl, he says. "Yea, I would love to welcome you, little lady."

"Ha." I sass at that, making both men chuckle.

The next man is Brad Copper.

Brad sold his portion of his dad's business, Grapevine Communications, as soon as he turned 18.

He made a fortune on the deal. Brad hasn't worked a day in his life, but he isn't a typical spoiled rich kid, like TD.

He has manners and discipline. He's the adventurous type and spends his time and money traveling to exotic places doing crazy things like free fall diving.

He is an extremely handsome man with black hair and blue eyes.

He doesn't look half-crazy, but if half of what you hear is true, he is.

"Brad, what do you think?" Darren asks respectfully.

Brad's eyes politely touch mine, and I'm stunned by the degree of boredom I see there. He answers simply. "Welcome."

"Thanks." I smile.

Darren moves us away without waiting for additional interaction with Brad.

Hmm. Don't you worry, Brad Copper. I'm going to relight your sexual fire.

We step up to the last man in line, Charlie Parks, from work.

He nods at me, and I nod back. Then watch a grin slip across his face and his hand trying to wipe it off. He knew. Of course, he knew. TD would have told him.

"Charlie?"

Charlie's eyes are glued to my tits. "Absolutely. I vote yes."

I smile, then ask Darren. "I'm in then?"

"Halfway." He leads me to the middle of the room to meet Angela and TD and swap escorts. She takes my hand and leads me to the women.

Mac's wife is first. Angela introduces her as Rosa.

Rosa stands under 5'5" tall. She has on bejeweled cowboy boots with a pants suit. Her posture says she's a rodeo queen. Her long hair is dark brown with light red highlights. She has it pushed behind her ears. The length falls wavy to the tops of her breasts. She looks to be a tom-boy.

"Sure thang, honey, we are happy to have you."

I smile. "Thank you." She is every bit a cowgirl. Her demeanor is open and warm.

Next is Brad's wife. "Bella," Angela says.

Bella is a natural beauty. Her pure black hair looks almost blue in the bright light of the chandelier and is cut short but not cropped.

Her complexion is creamy with flawless skin.

Her face is angular but not harsh. She is in the 5'8" range.

She is not skinny, but not curvy either.

An athlete, probably both golf and tennis.

It's safe to assume she shares Brad's love of adventure.

"Welcome, Siri." Her eyes touch my tits as she looks up.

"Thanks, Bella." I let my sexy smile spread slowly over my face to test what I sense. "It's nice to meet you."

She responds with a sexy as hell smile that pings my gaydar off the chart. "Nice to meet you too."

Ah, Bella is more complex.

Mandy is all giggles as we walk up. Her auburn hair is straight tonight. She is undeniably beautiful, even without her enormous tits. She's wearing soft pink, and it highlights her pure, rosy skin tone.

She hugs my neck. "Siri, welcome! I'm so happy you agreed to stay.

" She hooks my arm and turns us to look at TD.

"I don't know how much longer TD could have held out.

He is threatening to fuck me by force if I don't give him some red-haired pussy.

Do you believe that?" She laughs excitedly as we watch TD arrive to be greeted by Charlie with a slap on the back. They laugh about something or someone.

"You shouldn't have teased him so hard at work. Poor guy. He's had a hard-on for you since his first day."

She laughs. "That's part of the game, girl! That's part of the fucking game."

Angela takes my hand to walk with me back to the middle of the room like little girl best friends sometimes do. She squeezes it. "Are you nervous? Excited? Scared?"

I answer truthfully. "Yes."

She whispers. "Relax, let your guard down and enjoy yourself. No one is going to hurt you here. The men love and spoil us, and they will love you too."

I look into her eyes. The depth of her sincerity surprises me.

"Sure, we are swingers, Siri, and we fuck each other for fun, but we are more than that.

We support each other in all things. Darren and I will be your best friends; he will aim to please you in bed, and we will be here for you no matter what.

Don't worry. The first time is always the hardest."

Her words touch a wound deep in my heart, causing tears to come to my eyes.

From the bullies that tortured me when I was little for having frizzy hair and big eyes, to the boys who pinned me in the locker room in middle school then took turns groping my DD tits, to the mean girls who shunned me after I won the high school beauty pageant, there hasn't been a handful of people who I count as sincere friends.

There is Piper, Cat, Bart, and Brutus. No one from around here and no one from my childhood.

She strokes my hair. "Love heals all wounds, Siri. This is a house of love."

I squeeze her hand. She hooks my hand in the bend of her arm, pulls me toward Darren, and says in a lighthearted, fun voice for everyone else to hear. "That is a killer dress you are wearing. You look sin-sational."

"Thank you."

"Is it an original?"

"Yes, but it's a one of a kind, I'm afraid, made especially for me."

"It definitely looks like it was. It fits like a glove. I would love to have an evening dress made that would fit me that perfectly."

"I would be happy to hook you up with my designer." She smiles and raises her eyebrows, making me laugh. "Ha! Not hook up like hook up, hook up like introduce you."

She laughs too. "I couldn't resist teasing you. It is exquisite, and you look so beautiful in it."

"Thank you, Angela. That's awfully sweet of you to say."

"It's true." She says as Darren and TD join us. She takes the hand Darren offers her. "Follow us to the courtyard."

TD offers his arm, and I take it.

We leave the grand room foyer, go under the upstairs balcony, through one set of French doors into a horseshoe-shaped veranda, and out into the open-air interior courtyard.

The courtyard itself is not small but very intimate. It is beautifully decorated with patio willow trees, shrubs, and bouquets of flowers everywhere, with the center clear for dancing and a full bar.

There are only a few single chairs placed around the outskirts. I make my way to one, lay my purse down on the ground under it, and push it with my toe out of the way.

I don't want my gun discovered. That would surely give everyone cause for concern.

I return to the perimeter of the dance floor while the others get their drinks at the bar. As I wait, I take in the view of the back of the immense house, and it is incredible!

The interior upstairs balcony joins the courtyard with twin staircases that run onto the roof of the verandah, then branch down to the courtyard and also continue below.

A hedge of shrubbery forms the last wall breaking the view from the grounds behind the house.

I hear the sound of running water over the distant sound of the piped music and the chatter of the swingers.

The house is spectacular!

I scan the swingers and remember my early days in the private VIP rooms. I was young and free. Not free as in easy, but free as in ... set free. Moving to Vegas and discovering that lifestyle was my destiny, and I am thankful every day for that.

Funny how Karma works. I come to this party with TD to offer a small token of appreciation, and Karma allows me to do so much more.

Darren approaches me. "Angela requested a special song for our first dance."

"I'll Be" by Edwin McCain starts to play.

"May I have this dance, Siri?" He bows deeply.

I curtsey and accept his hand. "Certainly, Darren."

We waltz—very old school, very gentile, very rich, and very beautiful. As we whirl slowly and thoroughly around the dance floor, the words to the song tell me I have found two more friends.

TD is waltzing with Angela, and they glide by looking very fly. But only because she is an excellent dancer and is making him look good. She has perfect form with her head held high, and her face is to the ceiling as they twirl.

I am going to teach her to pole dance as my gift to the house.

As the song ends, Darren pulls me into his embrace. "You dance very gracefully, Siri. You're a natural."

"Thank you! I thoroughly enjoyed that!"

He smiles. "Angela made a good choice then?"

"Yes, she did."