Page 44 of Untouchable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #1)

TD looks around, surprised by everyone's reaction. He throws his hands up in defense. "Wait a minute! Rachael is not my sister!"

Darren takes a step forward, and TD tries not to cower.

"You lied then," Darren says in a steely tone.

"No. No. I didn't lie."

"Who is she then?"

"Racheal is …" He looks around the room.

Everyone is staring at him. "She is …. She was my step-sister.

My mother married her father when we were fourteen.

The marriage lasted about six months. But Rachael and I stayed together.

" He looks around at everybody again. "Look.

We were horny teens! We hooked up. But she's not my real sister.

" He looks at Darren. "It's not incest! She was my step-sister. "

Angela puts her hand on her heart. "Oh, thank god!" As everyone breathes and relaxes again.

Darren walks up to him and stares him down. "Why did you tell us she was your sister then? Why not just say she was your girlfriend?"

"'Cause, she's not my girlfriend. We're closer than that." He shrugs. He looks around the room, knowing he almost fucked himself over and doing damage control, turning up his charm. "She's…. She's fucking family, man. Literally. Okay?" He pleads, "It's complicated."

Darren continues staring at him, and no one says a word.

I lean over and say in a soft voice. "I think an apology for misleading everyone would go a long way here, bro."

He cuts his eyes at me. Then tells Darren. "Sorry about the confusion. My bad. I should have explained."

Darren looks at him. Then he looks at me.

I shrug, "Everyone has secrets. Some are better at hiding them than others."

He nods, "So they do." Looking at the others, he asks, "Everybody okay with this news?"

They all look at each other, then nod, "Sure. It's cool."

"Okay. Where was I?"

TD clears his throat. "Umm. I asked if I could still fuck Rachael since she's my partner, even though she isn't my partner tonight. Siri is."

Darren answers. "I think that will be alright. Any objections?"

No one objects. Everyone nods.

Angela says, "That was Rule #6."

Darren nods and continues, "#7: No lube, no condoms, no hard-on, no problem."

He points to the cabinets under the TV behind him.

"We have anything you need. Help yourselves.

#8: All forms of sex are allowed as long as the parties involved agree before starting.

Everyone has different tastes. Just make sure you are on the same page.

We don't want any drama. The goal is for all parties to achieve orgasm.

Everyone leaves here happy and sexually satisfied. "

TD grins, "That's what I'm talking about."

"Rule #9: If this is your first night with a new partner, you HAVE to fuck."

TD fucks air making everyone laugh. "No need to explain further."

"And last is #10, which we use only on the night of new member initiation."

Mandy says to me. "Siri, you're gonna like this."

Darren grins. "If the woman is a virgin to the swinger's lifestyle, she is allowed to add her own rules tonight."

Everyone smiles at me—everyone except TD.

"Sweet!" I smile back. I can unleash my Diva, escape un-fucked and rock their world!

"Hang on now." TD says. "Why?"

"This is a little token of our desire to help the woman feel comfortable and in control, while she gets her feet wet fucking someone other than her partner."

"Why only the woman?" TD frowns. "Why not the man too? That's not fair." His voice is whiny, and the spoiled rich kid shines for all to see.

"Because women are generally less comfortable hooking up with different partners. Particularly if they haven't chosen him, and for sure, if he's a stranger."

TD looks at me with suspicion, and I smirk.

Yeah, that's right, asshole. You're in for the shock of your life.

Darren continues, "We want everyone to be comfortable, leave sexually satisfied, and know they are always in control of what happens to them."

A little red flag pops up in the back of my mind. Someone has been sexually assaulted or abused. I wonder who. I examine the group with new eyes.

It's definitely Angela.

"We strive to make sure our women are treated as equals." He scowls at TD.

TD nods and lets it go. "Sure. That's cool. I don't have a problem with that. Rachael will love this rule."

I can see him and Rachael plotting her rules for her first visit.

"Siri, is this your first time as a swinger? Are you a virgin?"

Everyone is smiling at me, and Charlie is leering, but that's just Charlie.

"Yes, Darren, I am a virgin," I answer truthfully.

"Then, you have the floor."

I look at the stripper pole as I tap my finger on my lips. "Hmm." Then I walk up to it.

With my back to them, I lightly lay my fingers on it. "Let me think about my rules just a minute."

I tap dance my fingers up and down the pole.

I know how to be dramatic.

Cocking my ass as I release my hair from my comb. Tossing it off the stage, I shake my mane out.

Looking over my shoulder, I inform them. "You aren't the only ones who have a secret life."

Touching my toes, I dip my shoulder. In one fluid, dramatic motion, hair tossing motion, I show them I'm a stripper.

No one is breathing.

"Everyone has secrets."

Grasping my stiletto heel, lifting my foot over my head, I do a split in the air. Then lean forward and rest it on the pole.

Twisting my torso, laying my head back, letting my hair dangle, I look over my shoulder at them. "Some of us are better than others at hiding them."

Grasping the stripper pole with both hands, I bend my knee and hook it. Pulling my body against it, mounting it, I climb to the top.

Pointing to my audience as I rotate my body horizontally to the floor. "Tonight is going to be a night you will never forget."

I pull my body back to the pole in a sitting position, keeping my legs straight. "You are going to love my rules."

I release my legs and swing them down, arching my back, pushing my body away from the pole for momentum, then I pull them hard and swing both legs on the same side of the pole.

The momentum pushes them up and over my head into an upside-down pole handstand.

I hold that position, pausing for effect, demonstrating my strength.

Guaranteeing, they understand I am in control.

No one has made a sound. All eyes are on me.

I open my legs in a full straddle split, then rotate them away from the pole. I spin slowly around. Hooking the pole again with my top leg at the knee, I dangle my body and continue the rotation as I control the slide down the pole.

Yes. I'm a professional pole dancer.

They are in complete shock.

When my hands are almost to the floor, I grasp the pole and cartwheel off. Standing with my feet shoulder-width apart with my back to my captivated crowd, I look down, then over my shoulder at them. My hair hides my face.

Time to make y'all fans for life. Time to do Surreal's signature move.

I mount the pole again and climb up to the top. In one swift motion with perfect timing and angle, I dive backward, letting go entirely with my arms over my head. As my body drops, my legs pivot on the bar, and I plunge.

There is a loud collective gasp from the men, and the women squeal.

Squeezing the bar with my hooked knee, the other leg drops.

The momentum stops the fall, jerking my body hard.

I clasp the stiletto heel with both hands and do a cocoon move.

Arching severely, my DD's burst through the open heart on full breathtaking display.

I smile, knowing. No one is immune to that.

Mac gives a sharp whistle, then cusses. "Gawd daaaamn!"

Darren exclaims. "Jesus H. Fucking Christ!"

Charlie blurts. "Holy Hell!"

Even Brad comments. "Sah-weeeeet!"

I rotate once around the pole, giving them every angle to appreciate.

Then I hook the pole in my elbow, squeeze the pole, drop one leg slowly until my foot touches the floor.

When my stiletto is solid, I slowly close the split and stand up.

With my back to them, I bend over at the waist, poke my ass at them, and jiggle my butt cheeks as my tits slide back securely into the bodice.

My Black & Blue Baby is genuinely a fucking work of art.

I swing around the pole to face them. Cross my arms under my chest, cross my legs at the ankles and lean casually against the pole.

"I have secrets too."

"Obviously!" TD blurts out.

"I'm a professional entertainer." Facing the pole, I hide it in my cleavage. Arch away, letting the pole come to the edge. Then I slide it deep into my cleavage again.

Titty fucking it with deep, long, slow strokes, I rotate around the pole to face them while explaining.

"My job is to stimulate your senses until you are ready, willing, and begging for an orgasm."

They stare, stunned.

"Here are my rules."

Grasping the pole firmly with both hands, I slide slowly down to sit on my heels, spreading my knees wide. I lean to the right.

"Rule #1: No touching me."

I hunch the pole, hard, deep, and slow, then lean to the left.

"Rule #2: No touching each other until I say GO."

I grind the pole again, deep and slow.

Darren drops Angela's hand, and she takes a step away.

I lean to the right. "Rule #3: No touching yourself unless I say so."

Charlie takes his hands out of his pockets, grinning, busted.

I pull myself to my feet, then step to the left of the pole and bend over. "Rule #4: You may only say four phrases."

Twerking a few seconds, I stop, then grin wickedly at them. "Go, Baby, Go."

I twerk my stuff as fast as I can, "Faster, bitch, faster."

I strut around to the front, turn my back, straddle the pole with my feet shoulder-width apart, and look over my right shoulder.

"Fuck me!" I tell them and grab the pole with both hands, stiffen my arms and drop my ass to my ankles, bouncing at the bottom hard, my hands and my body fuck the pole.

"Fuck yeah!" I scream with a breathy voice over my left shoulder, bouncing, jacking the pole off.