Page 53 of Untouchable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #1)

Then she shoots her arms up in the air in victory and shouts. "SEARY! Seriously! Everyone. Always. Remember. Yourself!"

…

I love my job!

I hook TD's arm and walk him away. "Now, that's how you do it."

He smirks.

"Ok, TD, it's almost time for Gorilla. I need you to sync one Real Touch with the Joystick and the PC and one Lovense Max and Nora with the phones, so both devices are live.

Plus, plug both Sybians in, make sure they work, and look for two extension cords.

The pillowcases will be the blindfolds, and I think we'll skip the bondage for the most part. "

He smiles, thankful. "Fuck yeah."

"You're welcome. I'll dance everyone over to the counter for the blindfolds. Give the men a Viagra. You can take one as well if you want." He smiles even bigger. "Once we dance-off, take the toys and put them …." I instruct him on where I want what.

"Fuck me, Madam." He saunters off to handle the task.

I point at Brad. "Brad, will you please join me in the center? It's your turn." I motion to him as I retake center stage, and the spotlight finds me while the perimeter lights go out.

Christina Aguilera, "Dirrty" plays, and for the next 4 minutes, I am Christina, and Brad dances with me, playing different parts. He even does Redman's rap portion and falls on the floor so I can walk over him.

I knew you were an excellent dancer.

At the end of the song, he braces himself, and I jump on him, gripping his rock-hard abs with my legs. He catches me perfectly, flinging his arms behind him, so he doesn't touch me while I grind his rib cage. I jump off and finish the song as I wipe my lip. "What?"

Brad takes my hand, pretends to kiss it, drops to his knees, and bows down, worshipping me, making me laugh. He gets up and returns to his place in line, grinning.

He knows he killed it, and he enjoyed himself. Now to set Angela up to orgasm. She needs permission to please herself.

I call out. "TD, please blindfold Angela."

He looks up surprised, then rummages around on the counter and grabs a silk pillowcase. He walks to Angela smiling, and I see a special effort of kindness when he helps her with her hair.

She is silent during the whole thing, completely trusting me and ready for whatever I decide to do. He looks at me for direction, and I motion for him to slowly bring her to the stage.

He stands behind her, whispers something to her, wraps his arms around her waist, and pushes her forward. She lays her hands on his, and he guides her to me.

"Darren, please grab that short stool right behind you and bring it to me here." But I motion for him to come with me to the stage and for Charlie to actually get the stool and put it in the center of the room.

When he walks up to me, I point to the front of the platform and whisper. "Darren, stand right here. Angela will stand here in front of you. Do you understand Rule #2 and Rule #7?"

He nods.

"When the music starts, I want you to pull the blindfold off her, but don't touch her. Don't touch her! Then when the song is over, I want you to put it back on her. I don't want her to know you are here." I put my fingers to my lips. "Shh."

He nods, and I motion TD to bring Angela and put her directly in front of Darren as I say, "TD, when the music starts, please remove Angela's hood."

When he puts her on the mark, I shush him away, and he walks to stand with the men as I walk back to the center of the room under the spotlight.

Turning to the women, I wave them back out of the light, and they collectively step back a few feet.

When I turn to the men, they have already done the same.

The appearance is that Angela and I are alone in the room.

"This dance started it all. It launched my career. I hope you enjoy it." Beyoncé's "Dance For You" starts, and the volume is booming. Darren pulls off the pillowcase. The sound of thunder fills the air, and it sounds like it is raining outside.

As I dance, I lose myself in my beloved character and dance it with all the passion for the freedom this performance has given me.

I dance it for Angela, such a sweet soul but still a virgin to the explosive power of orgasm and the satisfaction of passion.

I dance to let her know she shouldn't give up on the power of love-making and the power of making love. She should sit back, relax and roll with it. It isn't about performing for others. It's about enjoying yourself and letting go.

I walk to her, mimicking the last seconds of the video to find her spellbound. Reaching for her hand, she gives it to me, and I bring it up to my lips to kiss as if she is royalty, a queen.

Darren slides the pillowcase back over her head. There are several seconds of silence, then light applause.

I walk Angela back myself to the other girls while Darren steps off the stage and returns alone, and TD goes back to the counter to finish preparations for the game of Gorilla.

When I remove the pillowcase, Angela has tears in her eyes. I kiss her hand again. "Do you remember what the acronym is for Seary?"

"Yes." She whispers. "Seriously. Everyone. Always. Remember. Yourself."

"That's right. Passion is defined in whatever way you want. Orgasm comes when you please yourself. It doesn't happen when you are pleasing others. Focus on pleasing you and you alone. I give you permission."

She smiles and nods.

I skip back to the middle of the room. "IT'S TIME!" I shout, mimicking Bruce Buffer, the MMA announcer. In the center of the room, I turn to women. "Girls? Are you ready to be 'O' so satisfied?"

"Go, Baby, Go!" They chant in unison.

I turn to the guys. "Men? Are you ready to rock the 'D'?"

"Faster, Bitch, Faster!"

"Gorilla" by Bruno Mars starts to play, and I bounce in place to the jungle tempo. "Then let's play a game of Gorilla!"

"Fuck yeah!" They start pumping the ceiling with me.

One by one, I call them randomly to me. Darren is first. I back up to him place one hand on my shoulder and one on my hip.

Then I call Bella over, and she does the same, forming a dance train.

Then I call Charlie, Angela, Mac, Mandy, Brad, and Rosa.

We chug our way to the counter where TD is waiting on us.

He gives each man a Viagra, then throws one up in the air and catches it in his open mouth, making everyone laugh. He hands out the pillowcases.

When everyone is ready, I lean heavily to my right, causing the whole line to lean, and I take a step. Like a snake, everyone follows, and we dance slowly around the perimeter of the room while TD runs back and forth, setting everything up.

On the pole, he attaches one end of a pair of leopard-padded handcuffs and connects the other end to the spreader bar.

Then, he puts one of the Sybian's facing the front of it.

On his next trip, he takes the other Sybian to the back corner and turns it facing the walls.

Nora is tossed on a love seat and Max on a chair with a silk tie.

The Real Touch male masturbator is placed on an elevated chair, and the Joystick is placed on the couch below it.

When the snake dance has reached the pole platform, I stop and turn into Darren's embrace. One hand slides over my ass, the other over my breast as he cops a free feel. Turning him to face the front, I remove his hands, then make my way down the line ensuring each individual is turned as well.

When I reach Rosa, I find TD is positioned at the end. He grins at me, squares his shoulders, faces front, puts his own pillowcase on, and stands stiff at attention like a good soldier would in a review line.

I walk around behind him, run my finger around the waistband of his briefs, then push them down, place my hand on his ass, and shove him forward. He takes one step and stands naked. As I explain the rules, I move down the line, stripping each one until they are all naked.

"Shush. There will be no talking during the game.

The only sounds you will make will be Gorilla grunts.

There are no losers in this game. Everyone wins.

There are no limits either. You may play as long as you want and have as many as you want.

The last one to explode will shout 'Gorilla,' and they will be the ultimate winner, then the game ends.

Everyone else will shout my fucking name with each orgasmic explosion. "

I walk to the center of the room and strip. "Remove your blindfold."

They catch a glimpse of me posed naked under the spotlight before I turn the lights off.

I announce. "Your fucking fantasy begins now."

The bright lights over their heads burst on. Then the spotlight illuminates me. I briefly dance sensually for them, then throw them in complete darkness. I repeat this over and over, letting the length of time they watch me dance grow until there is no darkness, only dancing.

The technique is designed to stimulate more than just horniness.

It's designed to stimulate their minds too.

Witnessing my sensual dance in a bright burst of spotlight flashes burns my image onto their retinas, and when they are thrown into the darkness, that burned image replays across their eyes and dances directly into their minds.

Only then can my customers achieve the level of orgasm this Diva demands.

The first flash they see is my back with my hands over my head and my legs together.

I bend all the way over before the darkness falls.

When it comes back on, they see a quick flash of my side profile bent over with my tits dangling.

I give them a hair flip, and my tits dance.

The next time is longer. I'm facing them, and I dance the most exotic of the night.

I twist, twirl, and spin. Then darkness falls.

The lights burst on, and I toss my hair wildly, throw my hands up high, then dance them down over my body as I arch and bend into the fondling of myself. Then darkness falls.

The lights burst on, and I build the tempo into a fucking frenzy. When the darkness falls this time, there is a lasting imprint on their mind's eye of a whirling tornado of hair and a gyrating masturbating body.

In the darkness, I return to them and pull the shrouds down. I read their body language to see their level of arousal. It's easy with men, their dicks are hard, but the women are more difficult to read. Taut nipples and tucked tummies are what I want to see, and I do.

They are an eager crowd.