Page 48 of Untouchable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #1)

"Before we start, I will need a few things." I turn to the women. "Ladies, I will need some sort of coverings for blindfolds, and some sort of restraints for light bondage."

Rosa takes Angela by the arm. "Come on. You can get some pillowcases for blindfolds, and I’ll get the restraint stuff."

"Plus bring all your sex toys in here and put them on top of the counter so I can see what I have to work with."

Mandy says, "Bella and I can get the toys."

"Darren, I have a special compilation playlist. Can you input it into your music system?"

"Yes, I can."

We walk over to the TV. "Can I operate it by Bluetooth?"

"Sure." He hands me a tiny earpiece and demonstrates how to operate the state of the art equipment. "Tap this ear piece like this."

I insert the earpiece in my ear. It is lightweight and tight. "What about the spotlights? Can you set them to track me?"

"Sure can. Go stand under it, and I'll have it identify you, then when the music starts it will find you and stay on you. You can also operate the lights by the Bluetooth."

"Perfect."

I walk to the middle of room under the spotlight while Darren sets it up. The other men are shooting the shit, waiting for the show to start. "Gentlemen, if you would be so kind, I need your muscles, please."

They walk over.

"Charlie, find me a short legged chair or stool that I can give you a lap dance on, then put it over there." I point to the area in front of the pole platform.

"Yes ma'am!"

"Mac, you too. Get a chair you are comfortable sitting in and put it there next to the platform. It needs to be sturdy with arms, but not a big heavy piece of furniture."

"Yes ma'am!"

Brad and TD are left looking at me, awaiting instructions, but when I don't give them any, TD walks to the cabinet, gets a smoke and goes out to the balcony. Brad joins me and we watch TD for a few moments in silence, then I point at the cameras in the corners of the ceiling. "Do those work?"

"Yes. We can record everything that happens within the compound. We have cameras everywhere."

"You should record my show. You will want to watch it over and over again."

He smiles a very sexy smile. "Confidence is sexy, Seary."

"I am going to rock your world!"

He chuckles. "Cockiness is sexy too!"

"It's a proven track record perfected in front of live audiences in Vegas."

"I’m looking forward to the proof. Excuse me. I need to tell Darren."

I laugh, glad he’s engaged, and wave him away to go to Darren.

Scanning the room, I see that Charlie and Mac have returned with suitable chairs, but the women haven’t.

TD is coming back inside with a drink in his hand.

He parades around the room like a peacock basking in the fact that he is the only one half naked.

He runs his fingers through his hair, leaning his head back then shaking it loose, flexing his abs.

He reaches down and checks his package. I roll my eyes, look over to see Brad and Darren are talking.

Brad points to the cameras and Darren nods.

It's a good time to get back in the groove, dust the cobwebs off, and grease the rusty spots.

I review what dances I can give them within the confines of the playroom and decide where to start.

I'll open with my speech, then start the dancing with Circus by Britney, then move to…

. I hear Darren speak in my earpiece. "We are live and recording, Seary. Can you hear me?"

I smile, giving him the okay sign. TD walks up. "Seary, do you hire out by the hour, or by the night?"

I sigh. No matter how many times it happens to me, no matter how many times I get called that horrible name, it still offends me to be labeled a whore.

"TD, I'm an exotic entertainer. That’s all.

I don't fuck for money. My job is sexual in nature, but what I actually do isn't sex.

What I do is dance. What I do is fantasy.

What I do is only suggestive seduction. I'm not a porn star.

I'm an exotic dancer. There's a big difference.

Exotic is about sexual desire, and sexual excitement. I'm not a whore."

He stares at his drink, then twirls the liquid. The ice cubes clink against the glass.

His nonchalant attitude pisses me off and I remember again his flippant attitude about the swingers in the car.

"Don't assume the labels other people place on those they wish to hold down and oppress. Each of the people here tonight are swingers, but they are not the kind of people that society labels as swingers. Don’t be a person who judges another fellow human being by a label.

Judge that person by their character. Don't believe the stereotypical bullshit, think for yourself. For Zeus' sake, don’t be a douche bag!"

TD doesn't say anything but extends his hand. When I look down, he opens it. My hair clip lays on his palm.

I look at it for a few moments, then take it. "Thanks. And for the record, whores are real people with real feelings and they are as good as anyone. I prefer the term prostitute. Did you know that prostitution is the oldest profession? There is no shame in that."

He looks away for a moment, sees Charlie standing alone, and walks off to speak to him. I shake my head. Twisting my hair, I return it to the clip.

The magnitude of the ignorance. I can't wait to get back to Vegas!

When Brad walks back up, his smile freezes when he sees my hurt eyes, cold and hard expression. "Seary, are you alright? You look …." He watches my face intently.

"Pissed?" I roll my eyes. "I’m fine." I sigh, then put TD’s rudeness behind me. "Is everything set up?"

"Yes." He frowns.

"Excellent! I can’t wait to dance! This vacation turned out to be much longer that I anticipated and I’m ready to hit the dance floor again." I give him a reassuring smile.

He looks at TD. "As soon as you move, the tracking will activate."

"Perfect!"

When the women return to the playroom with the items I requested, they are all laughing. Rosa tells us, as they set the things down on the counter, "Mandy tried one of my nipple clamps on, then couldn't get it off, and Bella had to come to her rescue."

Bella elaborates. "I told Mandy her tits were too sensitive for them, but she insisted she wanted to try them.

When she tightened it, she freaked out and tossed the other one.

While I worked on getting her calmed down and the clamp off, Angela and Rosa were crawling around on the floor looking for the other one. "

Mandy blushes. "I thought I might like them, but that was way too intense!" She rubs her nipple.

I nod for Darren to start the playlist. "Y'all watch the videos while I prepare your Fucking Fantasy."

Rihanna's "Pour It Up" begins to play, and everyone turns to watch. I make my way to the counter where the restraints and toys are lying and shift through them. There's an assortment of silk neckties, and I choose the longest ones. The silk pillowcases are perfect for blindfolds.

The BDSM collection consists of a couple of studded dog collars with leashes, handcuffs lined with leopard fur, and a bondage bar. As well as small bungee cords and some soft rope.

The toys are the nipple clamps, dildos, and vibrators, but they are all beginner-level. Even the cock-rings lack imagination. I make a mental note to send them a care package of ram cock kits, male masturbators, anal beads, butt plugs, and shock therapy nipple clamps when I return to Vegas.

Opening the cabinet where I saw the Sybian's, I reach in to pull the boxes out.

Well, well. What do we have here? Shoved in the back, opened, but unused.

I find a couple of Lovense Max and Noras, along with two iPhones and a couple of Real Touch male masturbators, sitting on top of a laptop with the Joy Stick dildos.

Now we are cooking! I can so work with these.

The second video begins. It's Beyoncé's "Partition."

Before deciding on the what and how with the who, I know I need to have a heart-to-heart with Angela. I walk over and touch her arm. "Can I speak to you in private, please?"

"Certainly." She says and excuses herself.

Out on the balcony, we stand next to the railing, looking down onto the courtyard and out over the infinity pool to the flower garden. "It looks like a giant maze from here."

"Yes, it does."

"Has anyone gotten lost in them before?"

She laughs. "No. It's not hard to figure out once you know the layout."

"Sex is like that too. Once I understand what you like, it's easy to design a customized experience for you. May I ask you some sexual background questions?"

"Of course."

I study her closely. "I want to ensure everyone has a mind-shattering orgasm tonight." She smiles, but it doesn't go to her eyes.

Hmm. No light. No excitement at that.

I look back out at the gardens and see the path that leads to the golf course while I think about her reaction and decide. Should I start with her? No. I'll come back to her issue.

"For instance, I'm already familiar with Charlie and Mandy. I know Charlie likes to watch Mandy having sex with other men."

"Yes."

"Does Mandy fuck so he can watch, or does she fuck, and he watches?"

She smiles. "Well, she fucks, and he watches."

"Does she fuck him afterward?"

"No. His chosen partner fucks him either before or after."

"Because everyone has an orgasm. Those are the rules."

"That's correct."

"Brad and Bella. Bella is easy to please, and she orgasms at will, but Brad is getting bored."

"Yes. I would say that is true. Darren and I have wondered how much longer they will stay in the group. In the beginning, when they joined, he was much more involved, and now, not so much."

"Rosa and Mac. They are into BDSM."

"Mmmhmm. We weren't sure how they would work out in the group because no one else here is."

"Tell me about them."

"Well, we all thought Mac would be like Christian Grey and want to tie us all up, but come to find out, he's the one who likes to be tied up." She giggles.

"I can tell you've enjoyed being in charge."

"I have." She nods her head.