Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
“I’m trying to get everything in order for tonight, too. Our private plane is due to leave at four this afternoon,” she simply stated.
“What are you talking about?”
“We’re going to Vegas. I’ve done things your way, and now it’s your turn to do things mine. I’ve seen your world, and it’s time for you to see mine.”
“Brooke, I can’t—”
“Yes you can,” she interrupted in a stern tone.
“No, I really can’t. It’s the biggest night of the year for me. My bar makes a killing tonight, I need to be here.”
“I already talked to your staff, they know you’re not going to be there. Your general manager knows how to handle it, and I paid him more than enough money, for him not to fuck it up.”
“You did what?”
“You heard me. I packed your bag. All you have to do is meet me at hangar sixty-three. We’re taking VIP’s private plane. You can’t miss it, it’s black with the letters VIP in silver writing on the sides.”
“I can’t believe you.” Was all I could reply.
“You’re the one that said I’m full of surprises.”
I sighed in resignation. “I’ll see you in a couple hours.”
I could see her smiling on the other end. “I’ll be counting down the minutes.”
I sent Eric, my general manager, a text to come into my office.
“What’s up, boss?” he asked, walking inside.
“You sure you can handle tonight?”
“Of course I can. I got it all under control.”
I shook my head, overwhelmed.
“She’s a fucking firecracker, that one. I’ve seen her come in here a few times. I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.”
“She’s not my girlfriend.”
“Well then that’s one hell of a fuck buddy.”
“Yeah…”
“Seriously, man, I got this. Go have fun.”
I nodded. “I’ll have my phone on me if you need anything. All the lists are—”
“Devon, I have it under control. Relax. Happy New Year, boss.”
“Happy New Year,” I replied, still unsure, but deciding to just go with it.
I arrived at the airport, and was escorted to the private plane, which was bigger than my fucking house. I walked up the stairs and was greeted with Brooke wearing nothing, but a black bra and matching panties. They had diamonds displayed all over them, which I assumed were real. She had black thigh-highs that ran up her long, luscious legs and a diamond garter belt. Her hair was pulled back and a top hat sat on her head, which read Happy New Year across the front. She blew the noisemaker in her mouth, when I took my last step in.
“Happy New Year,” she announced, looking sexy as sin, making my dick come alive.
“Jesus Christ, are we alone?” I snapped.
She laughed big, and loud. “Oh my God, I should have known that would be your first response. You’re such a nice guy. Most men would have been unbuttoning their shirt by now. But you… you ask if we’re alone.”
“I’m not complaining.”
“I know, but to answer your question; yes. I told the staff to leave. It’s just you, me, and the pilots.”
“Well, in that case,” I declared, unbuttoning my shirt and walking toward her. She stopped me with the heel of her shoe, pressing sternly against my chest, once I was close enough to her.
I could see that her panties were crotchless, and her pink, perfect pussy was displayed for me to see. Which meant the outfit didn’t have to come off.
“Ever join The Mile High Club?” she asked, in her most, sultriest voice I had ever heard.
My cock jolted in my pants. “No.”
She grinned, licking her lips from one corner to the other. “Then it’s a good, fucking thing that I am the goddamn president, and can show you the way.” She pulled her heel back and I fell forward instantly; she immediately moved.
She was sitting in a leather recliner that was big enough to have been a bed. She rolled me over, and sat on my waist with her knees tucked under her, before I could even blink. I subconsciously tried to grab her thighs and she slapped my hands away.
“Did I say you could touch me?” she threatened in a voice I had never heard before.
My eyes widened, shocked. I had never seen this side of her before, but fuck me… it made my dick throb.
“I want to play a game,” she sang, swaying her ass side-to-side. “Do you want to play?” she bit her red bottom lip. “It’s not by your rules. Nod your head if you’re listening?”
I did, wanting to hear what else she had to say.
“For tonight… I’m in charge. I’m not Bambi, I’m not Brooke; I’m a VIP. Do. You. Under. Stand. Me?” she emphasized each and every word, scratching down my torso with her bright red nails.
“Brooke…”
She shoved her weight on my stomach, making me puff out air.
“What did I just say? If you can’t follow these very simple, fucking rules… then I’m going to have to make you.” She leaned forward, close enough to my mouth, and traced my lips with her tongue. “Do you want me to make you?” she breathed out.