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“Sure,” I say. “I’ll be ready then. I’m just going to freshen up a bit.”

  “Sounds good,” says Amelia with a cheery wave. “See you then.”

  With that, the door slowly closes, snapping locked on its own. I turn to look at the room again with my hands on my hips. Hmm, not bad. It was bare, but I have three months to make this place my own. I open the closet and gasp. What? What’s this?

  Because instead of an empty space, the closet’s filled with clothes. And not just any clothes, but nice ones. These garments are a far cry from the jeans and t-shirts that I usually wear. There are sarong skirts, beaded evening gowns, as well as pretty sundresses. There are also tiny tank tops and some revealing string bikinis hung up on hangers. Wow, the Billionaires Club truly is generous.

  I turn to the dresser and pull open the top drawer hesitantly. Sure enough, this too is filled with all sorts of lace fripperies, including tiny panties and bralets. I scoff when seeing those. My huge Double Ds can’t be contained by these flimsy bits of lace. If anything, I usually have to buy double-reinforced extra-large bras in order to contain my girls. Otherwise, I’d spill out of both the sides and the bottom and the top, seeing that I’m filled with jiggle and wiggle up there.

  Then, my eye catches on something in the drawer and I pick it up. It’s a plastic sleeve filled with …? I goggle when realization hits me. These are pasties, made to cover my nipples. Immediately, I figure it must be for the evening gowns. Sometimes, you can’t wear a bra with certain dresses, although I’ve never owned anything like that.

  But then, my face creases because the pasties aren’t your usual flesh-toned, unobtrusive accessory made to be hidden under outerwear. Instead, these pasties are flashy. The petals are hot pink with diamante studs on them, like the kind strippers wear.

  I stop, stock still. Oh my god, these are intended to be worn for the billionaires, aren’t they? Slowly, I rummage around in the top drawer and just as expected, there’s a hot pink g-string that matches the pasties. Looking at the fabric, I know that this g-string isn’t going to hide anything. The vee is about the size of a postage stamp, and the string is laughable. It looks like it’s going to snap if you even touch it.

  But that’s not all. With a quickly beating heart, I turn to the closet and look through a couple shoeboxes. Sure enough, there’s a pair of hot-pink six inch stilettos waiting for me in my size. If I’m not mistaken, these are to be worn with the pasties and g-string at some dirty event with men’s eyes roaming my curvy body. Just what event, I’m not sure yet.

  Holy cow. I sit down on the bed, stunned. I signed up to be a hostess, and yes, Charity intimated that it would be exclusive and R-rated. But still. I thought I’d be hostessing at some kind of fancy bar or restaurant for a select clientele; I never thought it’d be this. I’m all for people doing whatever they want with their money, but surely, this is unexpected?

  But then I take a deep breath. It’s thirty thousand dollars, Ava, the voice in my head reminds me. With that money, you’re going to be able to do a lot of things, including paying off your student loans, starting a retirement account, and maybe even saving for once. You’re twenty-five now. You have to do what needs to be done.

  I swallow again, breasts heaving. The voice in my head is right, but it’s not just that. I’m also excited by the thought of parading around for men in nothing but the tiniest g-string, pasties, and some heels. I’m titillated by the thought of having my breasts out there, bouncy and full as men gaze at me with desire. I even want them to stuff cash into my g-string, as wrong as it sounds. Where is this coming from? After all, I went to college for a reason, and that was to better myself, and not to end up as a stripper.

  But my emotions are on high at this illicit discovery and hot sizzles run down my spine. I inhale deeply, trying to get a grip. It feels hot in the room and I check my watch. Still forty-five minutes until dinner. Maybe I have time for an illicit interlude. Yes, that’s it. That’s what I’ll do.

  In slow motion, I walk over to my backpack and open up the old nylon bag. It’s filled with all sorts of utilitarian things like my toothbrush and toothpaste, but at the very bottom is what I’ve been looking for. Yes, my trusty dildo.

  Slowly, I pull out the pink monster. It’s huge, at least nine inches and slightly curved with a bulbous purple head and life-like looking balls. It’s hard yet squishy at once, and my pulse races as I gaze at it.

  Yes, this is exactly what I need. Quickly, I double check to make sure my door is locked and then get up on the mattress before flinging off my jeans and t-shirt. My bra is tossed to the side next, and then with a wet splat, my panties land on the floor. Oh yes, I’m ready and primed, just waiting for Mr. Big to do his job.

  Slowly, I lean forward and lick the hard tool experimentally. It tastes good and I suck the head into my mouth, enjoying the firm but spongy texture. This is going to feel amazing inside of me. Then I press more of it into my mouth, as if I’m actually giving a man BJ. I go up and down, up and down, getting the hard length wet with my saliva. When it’s fully lubed, I pop off, looking at the glistening rod with satisfaction. Oh yes, this is going to be fun.

  Slowly I flip over so that I’m on my hands and knees and then lower my shoulders so that they’re braced against the mattress before slipping my hand back and rubbing the toy through my slick folds. It feels so good teasing myself like this and my eyes close as I hum with pleasure. Mmm! Mr. Big is going to feel wonderful and my pussy drips with anticipation.

  But it’s been a while since I used him, so as I angle the head towards my hole, my body clenches a bit. I’m small and really tight, but as I push him in, my pussy begins to stretch a bit. Mmm, this feels so yummy! Thoughts of a handsome stranger dance around in my mind as slowly, I edge the tool deep into my wet cavern. He’s huge and muscular, with chiseled abs and the face of an avenging angel. The man has perfectly-sculpted lips, along with powerful arms, strong tree-trunk thighs, and oh god! A cock that’s so huge that it looks like a club, hanging almost to his knees. Yes, this is what I need.

  I let out a low moan, my cheek pressed against the mattress as the toy slides in and out of my secret space. I juice wetly and the sounds are obscene as I push the toy in, and then out, before going back in. I imagine the man again, but this time his cock is erect. He stands before me, blue eyes blazing with his hardness pointing right at me. It drips from the tip, making me lick my lips, while a vein pulses along the bottom, tantalizing me.

  Oh my god, who is this man? I let out another throaty moan, letting the dildo slide in deep once again. He’s so godawful gorgeous, and I crave feeling those huge hands on me, sliding over my curves before making me his. I moan again, my eyes closed while lost in ecstasy, my hips rocking back and forth as dirty squelching sounds ring out in the room. My hips rock faster and faster, and it feels so good that my toes begin to curl as one hand grips the sheets. Unnnh!

  Suddenly my eyes fly open. Wait a minute, both of my hands are gripping the sheets. But the toy is still going in and out of me! What? My hips rock experimentally, but it’s true. Somehow, even without hands, the toy is penetrating my depths, making me moan although I’m not physically touching myself down there. What’s going on?

  My mouth drops and I jerk up, looking over one shoulder. Oh my god, the man from my dreams is here! A huge, hardened stranger is standing in back of me, his hard shaft out and dripping, with one hand pumping back and forth between my legs.

  “What?” is all I can manage even as my body dissolves into a series of sweet convulsions. “Unnnh!”

  He merely grins.

  “You like it that much, don’t you, sweetheart? Well, welcome to the Billionaires Island, where your every dream will come true.”

  3

  Carver

  She’s so beautiful and responsive even as her curves contract around my fingers.

  “Ohhh!” she sighs, her lids dropping as I find a special spot deep inside. “Oh god!”

  “That’s it,” I rumble. “Just let yourself feel and enjoy, sweetheart.”

  Because I was walking down the hallway of the girls’ dormitory in search of my treasure when I heard these moans. They weren’t just any moans. They were melodic and sweet, emanating from a door at the end of the hallway to my right. Quickly, I checked my phone. Yes, this was it. The sweet Ava was assigned room 56, and wouldn’t you know it, but the moans were coming from room 56.

  Quickly, I pulled out the key and let myself inside. The sight that greeted me made me halt in my tracks as my member hardened to full length within a matter of seconds. Because Ava was on her hands and knees, completely nude while slipping a huge dildo in and out of that wet pink pussy.

  I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Holy shit, she was beautiful. I watched with avid eyes as her giant breasts swung below that narrow torso, her head thrown back with her lips slightly parted as that enormous monster disappeared into her folds again and again. Shit, if I wasn’t mistaken, her pussy was literally sucking the toy in while caressing that ten inch length with her sweetness.

  Goddamn. I’m a lucky man. I needed a piece of this as soon as possibly, so with a trembling hand, I shut the door behind me once more and silently, removed my clothes. My rod, of course, was already hard as a diamond, dripping from the tip with need.

  But Ava didn’t notice that there was a strange man in her room because she was lost on the waves of ecstasy. Her eyes were closed as she frigged herself, that giant toy doing a disappearing act within her tiny pussy. Oh shit, there was even a trickle of sweet juice running down her thigh and I longed to lick it up and savor her nectar.

  But first things first. Slowly, I edged near the bed. Evidently, Ava had just reached a particularly saucy point because she’d lowered her face to press into the mattress as her h
ands flew furiously between her legs. That pink pussy gobbled up the toy like there was no tomorrow, and to my delight, I could even see her brownie blinking and winking at me, as if in welcome.

  With a gentle touch, I placed my fingers over hers on the stiff rod. She didn’t even notice, to be honest. The girl kept pumping away, still moaning with her face buried in the mattress, but after a few seconds, her fingers loosened and her hand dropped away to play with her clit a bit.

  “Eeeeee!” she squealed. “Unh!”

  I let out a silent chuckle, even as my tip dripped some more. The girl was dirty, that’s for sure, and this was definitely a great way to make our introductions. Slowly, my hand began pumping the rubber shaft in and out of that sweetly squelching slit, watching as her pussy gripped the toy with amazing force. Ava rubbed her nub some more, but then her hands shifted up so that she was cupping both big breasts as pleasure coursed through her frame.

  “Yes, yes!” she screamed. “Oh god!”

  And then it happened. I don’t know what gave me away, but suddenly, her head lifted and swung around so that she was looking me straight in the eye. Horror dawned on her features when she realized there was a naked man in the room with her, but that didn’t stop me. I continued pumping, in and out, in and out, and the gorgeous girl was too close to the precipice. With a jerk, a sigh, and an open-mouthed wail of pleasure, Ava came all over the toy.

  “Unnh!” she shrieked. “Oh fuck!”

  It was a beautiful sight. Her pussy clamped and clenched on the hardness, drawing it in even deeper if possible. Her breasts trembled, and the girl shook and shimmied as if seized by a full-body earthquake. Lightning zigzagged through the air and I could almost smell the burn of fireworks as Ava convulsed again, her pussy squirting hard onto my hand as that curvy body gave everything to me. Then, she flopped down onto the mattress, completely boneless and spent. But not before turning chocolatey-brown eyes to me with a fearful look.

  “Who are you?” she murmurs, her voice trembling as her flanks heave.

  I grin right back at her, even as my body gives it up as well. Hot seed splashes onto the sheets as I erupt, and the world literally goes blurry before my eyes. I barely manage to stay standing, but then circumstances force me to return to the present.

  I open my eyes to meet her shocked brown ones before shooting her a cocky grin.

  “I’m Carver,” I say in a deep voice. “And I’m the billionaire who’s going to make your dreams come true.”

  4

  Ava

  My hands scrabble at the bedsheets in an effort to cover myself, but it’s useless. I just had a mind-blowing orgasm, and I’m still trying to recover. My limbs feel useless as I splay on my stomach, legs still parted and showing my pinkness to the stranger.

  Not only that, but he just came too. What in the world? Oh my god, what just happened? I thought I was alone in my room with the door locked, when suddenly, this guy materializes out of nowhere. Not only that, but clearly, he just enjoyed himself immensely.

  “Who are you?” I squeal. “Get out, get out!”

  “No sweetheart,” he says. “You belong to me. Or perhaps I should say, I belong to you as well.”

  “What?” I shriek again. “I’ve never met you! Get out!”

  By now, I’ve managed to pull a sheet over my rosy curves and stare at him while pointing my finger at the door. But the handsome man merely shrugs, and I have to admire the play of muscles beneath that tan skin. After all, the stranger is gorgeous. He’s got thick black hair and flashing blue eyes, along with a physique that would make a god jealous. Broad shoulders taper to a narrow waist with a wide chest covered in swirling tattoos. Not only that, but he’s got powerful arms, thick thighs, and a certain something hanging between his legs that makes me gasp.

  “Get out!” I shriek again. “How can you not understand? Do you not comprehend English?”

  Now he looks slightly annoyed.

  “You know if you keep screaming, someone’s going to come. But trust me, they’re not going to rescue you. They’re just going to take one look at us and laugh while slinking away.”

  Oh my god, he drives me crazy.

  “Get out!” I scream again.

  Before I realize it, there’s a hand over my mouth and he’s pressing me against his bronzed body.

  “Shhh,” he soothes. “Pipe down, Ava. Nothing is wrong.”

  What? How can nothing be wrong? This is wrong in about a million ways. But how does he know my name? I try to say something again, but all it comes out as is a muffled “mwmwmh.”

  He looks at me, those blue eyes so bright they’re like lasers.

  “If I take this hand away from your mouth, do you promise not to scream?”

  I begin by shaking my head, but then realize it’s futile. Slowly, I nod, my eyes wide above his large palm.

  He chuckles.

  “I knew you’d be a good girl. With that, his hand slowly drops away and I take a deep inhale. I’m tempted to scream again, but I know if I do, this man will probably gag me and throw me into the closet. That, I want to avoid.

  “Who are you?” I manage in a quivering voice. “What are you doing in my room?”

  He shrugs and smiles at me again, like nothing’s wrong.

  “The name’s Carver Temple,” he says casually, “and I’m your billionaire during your stay here at the Billionaires Island. AKA Maruba, in case you were wondering.”

  I squint at him, unable to believe my ears.

  “You’re who?” I demand again. “And this place isn’t called Billionaires Island. It’s Maruba. I saw the flight plan myself.”

  He chuckles, reaching for a sheet to cover himself. Thank god because I was getting distracted by his length and width, which are astonishing. I want to look more but force my eyes away, focusing on that handsome face again. Damn, this man is gorgeous with cheekbones that could cut glass, a proud Roman nose, and a firm, square jaw. Where do they make men like this? Certainly not where I’m from.

  But he merely chuckles again.

  “Maybe you’re the one who’s not listening, sweetheart. Like I said, we’re here on Billionaires Island,” he repeats. “We call it Maruba because I don’t think the authorities would appreciate the name Billionaires Island. Governments and their tax authorities don’t exactly love that name, for obvious reasons. Nor do airports, come to think of it.”

  Suddenly, I remember what Candy said on the plane. She called this place Billionaires Island too, didn’t she? I shake my head, confused.

  “Well, even if this place is Billionaires Island, then what the hell are you doing? I was brought here to work, I’ll have you know, and you have intruded on my private space.”

  He smirks at me a bit.

  “It’s not exactly a private space if I have the key, is it?” he asks, holding up a golden key in his hand. “This is room 56, and you are Ava Carmichael, aren’t you?”

  I feel my blood pressure begin to rise, and my face must look beet red now.

  “How did you get that? How do you know my name? And how in the world do you have the key to my room? What the hell?”

  Carver merely grins and dangles the key from his fingers again.

  “Like I said, I am your billionaire during my stay here, and you are my woman. That means, we share our space and while I don’t love this little dorm room they have you in, we can hang out here if you like.”

  I sputter.

  “You are my billionaire? I am your woman? What does that even mean? I was hired to be a hostess for a very exclusive clientele here on Maruba, I’ll have you know.”

  A black eyebrow quirks.

  “Yes, and I am that very exclusive clientele.”

  My jaw drops open.

  “You’re one of the billionaires?”

  He looks at me like I’ve eaten a frog.

  “That’s what I’ve been saying all along, haven’t I? Ava, you should really get your hearing checked. There’s a company doctor on the island and maybe I should take you to see him because I’m starting to think that you don’t have all your marbles in place.”

  That makes me sputter and if anything, I grow even more crimson.