A woman admires.
Billy approached Winona in the hallway while she whispered a few barely intelligible words. Monica, eager to hear every detail of the private exchange, tried to catch the conversation, consumed by what she called a scene of jealousy that seemed to rise from her heart like a storm. She wanted to hear every conversation Billy had, even when some of them revolved solely around complex financial states—about how stock coalitions regulated different companies and how SEC terms prevented investment funds from recklessly gambling across the tangled web of investments.
Fame would never leave him alone. When she knew her heart was beating with admiration, that was the peak moment to choose a partner. One chooses through attraction, and through the effort she made as a woman who understood a young man in need of great freedom, she could see his eyes light up as he watched models on occasion—the trace of a man that sometimes hid between sideways glances.
Monica outlined her body.
She hated seeing herself wrapped up in what people called jealousy. Yet it roared inside her like a pressure cooker about to explode, forgetting all common sense.
She took a seat; even there, she looked beautiful. Her black hair fell over her body like strands cascading down a tree. Roots.
Billy said goodbye with a kiss.
-We have the premiere tomorrow at three in the afternoon. – Billy commented, taking a seat beside her.
-I'm hoping for another success. – Monica replied.
-You'll have it. I did something I never expected in a project. – Billy said, weighing his words, referring to the act of reflecting part of his own personality in the work—the businessman crossing the screen and coming to life.
-How about taking me to the hotel? I'm dying to make up for the time you spent in London with your castle. – Monica answered, performing a subtle, almost dying form of attraction that no one expected from a supermodel, but very much from the insecure woman beneath.
-First,t we'll have dinner with a partner, and then we'll have the whole day until three in the afternoon, when the premiere begins. I want to see if you're willing to take on a role. – Billy replied, guiding her forward.
She frowned. She had twelve campaigns scheduled worldwide next year, and that only counted up to June. Just thinking about it made her feet ache.
She walked with Billy toward the exit. Five minutes later: a restaurant set inside a house, with a gate, a receptionist who concealed his surprise, and tables draped with expensive linens.
Minimalist food, prepared by a Spanish chef, brings flavors that feel lifted straight from a fairy tale. The dishes were beautiful—colorful, with different sensations in every bite.
-This is an investor who will let me enter his company as a major backer; it's perhaps one of the best negotiations I can make for Apple. – Billy whispered to her, having arrived an hour early for lunch.
-Shall I call my friends? – She asked.
-Two. Blondes, if you prefer, but we definitely need the stereotype. –
-Okay. – She spoke and dialed two young models: blonde, green-eyed, delicate figures. She used everything at her disposal to convince them that Billy would be trapped in a boring business conversation she would surely avoid. It was free food, they knew—exposure, and perhaps an invitation to an elite social event. The two blondes arrived in less than forty minutes, which was a true compliment; anyone could say an hour was short, but forty-five minutes was much more than brief.
Billy's partner was a sturdy, somewhat plump man in good shape, with a slightly high-pitched voice for his six-foot frame. He was what they called an ordinary man in the Big Apple.
-It's the components that make companies attractive. – Billy replied. -Take, for example, selling a car. Sometimes space is enough, sometimes it's power—but that doesn't matter when the industry talks about price-quality. When value is offered, price becomes irrelevant. –
-That's quite interesting. – The man responded, his gaze fixed on Charlie, a young blonde with a promising chest that melted any older man with her angelic, good-girl impact.
-So you expect to close the deal at thirteen dollars a share. – Billy said, extending his hand.
-Sure, why not? –
It sounded like a good deal.
Corning Incorporated—a company dedicated to producing glass for computer screens—was now under Billy's influence. He closed a deal for forty-five million dollars for a twelve percent stake and an exclusive five-year contract, with market-cap investments of forty million a year that would bring his total influence to thirty-five percent of the company. Until 2001.
She didn't understand the price, but something slipped past her.
She would ask later.
-How pleasant. –
-We're heading to a nightclub. You're welcome to join us if you like, Mr. Willnen. – Billy commented, eager to move on to something more practical.
To his surprise, the man excused himself, leaving Billy alone with three beautiful models—photos of their night out waiting to happen.
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-Choose whichever you want—or both. We'll take them to bed, my love. – Monica whispered, a few drinks in, shrinking slightly with the pleasure of drawing Billy into yet another of her adventures.
-Monica… It's necessary. – Billy whispered back.
She slid her hand down and touched his warm hardness; she felt him squeeze her ass, unmistakably aroused.
-We'll take both of them. – Monica said, stepping out of the tangle. Her heart raced like a rubber ball. She moved closer. The girls were a bit drunk; she had seen them kiss each other—and others—roughly.
-Do you want to come home with us? We have a more suitable setting. – Monica whispered to Charlie and Sarah. -Come on, I need a special service that will thrill you both. –
The girls looked at each other; both were willing to do anything.
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It escalated quickly. Monica claimed Sarah's kisses while Charlie kissed Billy. Their kisses intertwined in a way that unsettled anyone watching. A question of values crossed Monica's mind; she now wanted to be handcuffed and restrained. Submission came alive in her thoughts, like a perverted memory that surfaced during days of rest.
Billy grabbed her neck. She couldn't resist. She moaned.
Sarah kissed her breasts, and Charlie took Billy into her mouth, watching the thick white thread come to life between her lips. She needed it desperately. Monica felt a finger slide inside her. Sarah's sweet mouth flashed white teeth. She let herself be touched while returning the same play. Charlie drank to the side, getting completely drunk—drink after drink.
Monica felt another finger in her ass, and something inside her snapped. Her weak point. Sarah bit her ear, and Billy took her from behind. She used a rope and handcuffed Sarah, driving her wild while silencing her with sex. Charlie masturbated in front of them, watching the spectacle.
Monica was reaching her peak; the accompanying tongue was rough and devoted.
Billy finished inside Sarah, already moving on to Charlie. Monica cuffed Sarah's feet while repeating the act. She found the weak point and drove the blonde to explode once in her hands, then again. She felt that sensation of striking the nerves that sent her head spinning.
Forgotten, she was taken again by Billy, roughly, while Charlie played with Sarah—gagged, restrained from any movement.
-Inside. – he whispered.
A torrent of passion that unfolded through shifting angles. Billy was already exhausted.
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