Play Party by Blake Paul

Author:Blake Paul [Paul, Blake]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-05-29T16:00:00+00:00

The Billionaire’s Game

A dashing young man with creamy tanned skin, a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal a litany of tattoos, and a black bowtie pulled Nance’s plush oxblood velvet chair out at the dinner table. A sommelier quickly approached the table with casual speed - he clearly wanted to make Nance feel that she was being catered to, but not that he would be rushing her.

The dining room was outfitted in gold finishes, luxurious curtains pulled tightly across the grand, ceiling-high windows, and chandeliers boasting the finest cut crystals.

“Good evening; I am Mr. March and I will be taking care of your wine selections this evening.”

What was brought out for Nancy and her dates over the next two hours was an exquisite sampling of all the best foods in the world.

Nance was no stranger to the finer things in life. She lusted after the most beautiful jewelry, the swankiest homes in the most glamorous cities, and the richest and sexiest men in the world. She had been with some of the world’s hottest bachelors, and Mr. Smyth was no different from any of the others.

Nance now found herself at the exclusive club Vice, a sort of kinky dinner theater that boasted a roster of the world’s best chefs and some of the hottest men and women during the evening and pre-midnight hours, and something else entirely once the clock struck midnight. She, Mr. Smyth and their date Nance had met just that day for the first time, introduced by one of Mr. Smyth’s business associates on a trip in from London to attend Vice that night.

That’s the kind of life I want someday, Nance thought. I want to be able to fly halfway around the world on a whim to attend a club or an opening or premiere.

But for the time being, she was satisfied with being on Mr. Smyth’s arm.

Mr. Smyth was perennially single, 41, and had a full head of salt and pepper hair that betrayed his age - without that telltale sign of aging, he could easily pass for 35. Still, he had that accomplished yet boyish look that Nance always went for.

Mr. Smyth sat between Nance and Lillian, proud of being able to pull two of the hottest women at the club. Nance was a tall, slim strawberry blonde with naturally perky breasts that never required a bra. She had a great deal of freedom when selecting her underpinnings for the night for that reason, and opted for a cupless bustier and garter belt to hold up her silken stockings.

Lillian, on the other hand, was a buxom, curvy Brazilian woman with full lips and a cascade of thick, gorgeous black hair that she often wore swept to one side. She was the envy of the whole club that night, including Nance.

Mr. Smyth would play with both of them for the night, and with his board of directors decide whether the women would be permitted to attain the membership level that they so badly desired.

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