# Manic Monday

### The billionaires Temptations

## Annalise Wells

## Book 1

## Edited by Natasha Lind

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# Prologue: Shona

_"Opulence is my new home for a while... I can get used to that."_

A once in a lifetime opportunity to make enough cash. Yep! To totally cash myself up from a lifetime of wining, dining and sixty-nining. I'd worked hard at Lenny's Club for eight years with some of the other girls, but it was Tina who decided we should go out on our own. We had been backed by our own cash. We'd lived like paupers for five years to afford the place we rented out now, in upstate New York. Me, Tina, Cally, and Stacey. We all owned a quarter of the business and worked our asses off to do it, six days a week.

We've been there for nearly three months and now we have a list of twenty or so billionaires. Tina did all that... she was great with money, organization, and deadlines. We all could have stayed at Lenny's forever. Thankfully, she changed all that with her brilliant idea... and now it's paying off. It is our five-year plan. To work hard and then end it. We'll all have enough money to retire with.

I love Tina, she's great. Like a sister to me, actually. I had no one left to call on, anymore. My parents had passed and I hadn't thought of them for years. I needed a big sis, and she was it. I loved her like she was family. Cally and Stacey were best friends, too. We all are, but Tina has always been my rock if I ever needed a great friend to lean on. I'm so lucky we met in Buffalo, half a decade ago. I had been at Lenny's for a month and she had shown me the ropes. She had taught me how to 'wow' the bigger clients to get more tips. I didn't mind the sex with the guys. A lot of them just wanted to talk, and some were married. There were always those guys that treated you like total shit. But Lenny used to get rid of those ones relatively quickly, thank God!

I feel blessed to be a part of something monumental. I have my favorites like all of the girls do. But hands down, without a doubt, I truly enjoy being with Beau. He is built for loving; handsome as anything... and a real tease in the bedroom. We like to play games. BDSM, roleplay, and flirty stuff. He's like a friend with benefits. Yum, it was Mondays when he chose to be with me. Manic Mondays, our busiest day of the week. He is always my last client. And the one I look forward to the absolute most. I can't wait to see him soon. I really think that I'm the luckiest girl in the whole world! I get to be with Beau.

_"Opulence is my new home for a while... I can get used to that."_

# Prologue: Beau

_" She called it Manic Monday, I called it my best day..."_

It had been a long day at the office. I knew it was going to be awkward from the moment I stepped in. Bloody Joseph Garrett. He always tried his best to let the stocks get out of control, on purpose. Just so he could scoop the deals last minute, and piss me right off. I wish I had rethought my partnership with him a few years back. It was already a nightmare trying to beat the price hikes, but when you had a vigilante prick trying everything on and waiting till the last god-forsaken minute, it was hell.

I was lucky to have my perfect Shona waiting for me, tonight. I thought I'd let her choose what we did. A hint of BDSM followed by a role play of Master/Slave, maybe. I could be the slave for a change. She loved to be in control. I couldn't wait to see her.

All I had to do was shower and change and make my way to Tina's perfect place... where all the girls treated me with so much respect, and sucked my cock like it was nobody's business. I love them all. Especially Shona. Her long and straight, chocolate brown hair. Her full breasts and her tight, wet pussy. But most of all, her unrelenting green-hazel eyes. They had flecks in them like a star-covered night. She's insatiably good and I think I love her. My little kitten.

Don't even let me get me started on her gorgeous ass. It sends my cock a hard-on every time. She could be fully clothed and I still got an erection. She was a perfection manifestation into my reality. The perfect pleasurer, and my friend.

I needed a friend. God knows my wife Kelly wasn't one. She'd married me for money and now we were lost in a bad marriage. She did her thing and I did mine. But Tina's place saved me from everything. It was my safe place. I could wine and dine there, and have intense pleasure with all the girls on the extensive menu. Yes, I loved Manic Mondays and so did Shona... she'd be wearing something fucking exotic. I couldn't wait to see her, tonight.

_" She called it Manic Monday, I called it my best day..."_

# Shona

_"A woman's work is never done... lol"_

It's Monday, my busiest day. I'm going to be doing my thing with Cally and Stacey.

I look around the room and see Franklin and Garrison sitting alone drinking. They are smoking their fat cigars. These have to be two of the richest men I know, and they've both been more than good to me.

I smile to myself and think of a plan to liven up their night, and at the same time, I can have some fun for myself, as well. I know both of the guys are a good fuck, and both of them together definitely would be. They are both very well-endowed. It should be mind-blowing.

I pick up the phone and make a quick call to the girls, to ready the penthouse and spare nothing on the food. It won't take the girls long to prepare the room, so I make my move toward them. I casually walk up to the guys and sit opposite them, I cross my legs and purposely bare my slender legs.

"Hiya fellas, how's your evening going?" I ask them.

"Quietly at the moment," Garrison says as he looks at my cleavage.

"And you Franklin? How is your evening so far?" I ask.

"Same as his," he replies puffing on his Cuban cigar.

"Well, I've come to change all that, my treat. A one-off special evening at no cost to you," I reply. I seductively tease my bottom lip with my finger.

"So, what do you have in mind?" Franklin says as he leans in toward me.

"Meet me in the penthouse in twenty minutes and you will find out." I stand and rub my hands against my curves. "Room three twenty, be there or be square," I say as I brush past Garrison's leg.

I make my way to the penthouse and open the door, I can see the girls have deliciously readied the room ready in double-quick time. I look over the table and can see that everything is there; a box of the finest Cuban's, a bottle of Mitcher's Celebration Sour Mash. There's caviar, oysters, and a few other delicacies that adorn the remainder of the table. The girls are in the bathroom putting the finishing touches on themselves.

"You two ready?" I shout into the bathroom.

"Just finishin' up, what horny fuckers are you bringing in?" Stacey calls back with a laugh.

"Franklin and Garrison, so no foul language, and that goes for both of you. Remember, best behavior as always," I call to them, "and no gum Cally, these are classy tricks and they deserve the best," I add.

I glance around the room to make sure everything is perfect, the chandelier is set on dim and casts a fine glow over the maroon, velvet furnishings. It looks like a French prince could live in here; _classy, very classy,_ I think to myself.

Cally exits the bathroom first, her long red hair in total contrast to her pale skin; she's wearing a sheer black negligee, and I can see the outline of her curvaceous body. She's lit well from the bathroom light.

Stacey, (the common one by nature) exits the bathroom second, her blonde hair up in a pony-tail trying to show her rebellious side. She is wearing a white, see-through camisole and a pair of fine, silk, French panties. Sexy as fuck! I'm not one for tattoos, yet hers look fantastic and the colors really pop. _It's another aspect of her body to explore when we are fucking alone,_ I think to myself, smiling.

I hear a knock at the door and saunter over to open it, I peep through and can see it's Garrison and Franklin. They are standing as they wait for me to open the door.

"Welcome to heaven, boys," I say as I wave my arm for them to enter.

"Damn, you are one classy bitch," Garrison says as he looks around the room. "Hey Franklin, she even got us a bottle of Mitcher's, you know how expensive this is? Fuck, it's nearly four grand a pop," he adds.

"Trust you to spot the drink... feast your eyes toward the chaise lounge, there's something far tastier there," Franklin says as he peels off his jacket.

"Hey Shona, why all the effort?" Franklin asks me as he spoons caviar onto his cracker.

"A treat, like I told you. Aha, and because you've been good to us, so this is mild in comparison," I reply as I slip from my dress.

I watch as Garrison turns with a glass in his hand, his jaw drops as he sees I'm now standing completely naked in front of him, with my long dark hair laying over my huge breasts.

"God, Shona. I just thought it was us and the two girls over there," he comments. He loosens his tie and his face reddens.

"Well, you should know me by now, you know I love to fuck," I reply assertively as I glance toward the girls.

The girls are now slowly removing each other's lingerie. I glance at blondie Franklin and see he is already naked and heading toward the girls. He has a glass of champagne in his hand and a huge, insatiable grin on his face.

"I've always wanted to do this," he chirps.

"What?" Garrison asks as he slips from his Armani pants, his gigantic cock hanging loose.

"I wanna drink champagne from her pussy. Seen it, but never done it." He lays on the chaise lounge and passes the glass to Cally. "Kneel over my face and pour that over your tits," Franklin says as he concentrates on her erotic body.

Cally kneels over Franklin's face and slowly pours the champagne over her huge breasts; tiny streams form and run down her body toward her pussy. I watch as Cally lowers her hips and Franklin opens his mouth. The trickle of champagne runs from her secret place and begins to drip into his mouth. Even I'm turned on by watching it.

Franklin holds Cally's thighs and shoves his tongue between her champagne-soaked pussy lips. "Fucking delicious," he says as he continues to spread her wide and flick his tongue against her clit. She bites her luscious lips in pleasure.

As I walk toward the girls, I can see Stacey grab Cally's tits and lick her nipples, the champagne is sticky against her skin. I reach the girls and kneel next to Franklin. I cup and massage his balls and start to caress his cock. I can feel the heat rising in him.

I click my fingers to the girls and they move toward the bed, I want to be fucked by these two guys. That was my plan all along, and the girls are just here for extra titillation. Plus, I know Garrison likes to watch a little more than he likes to interact.

"Let me lay there," I order Franklin as he starts to stand, his cock growing from the caressing I've just done.

I kneel on the chaise lounge and take Franklin's cock in my hand, I pull back his foreskin and tease the slit inside the head of his hardening cock. He rests his hand on the chair as his body quivers from the sensations my tongue is flooding into his horny body.

I feel Garrison place his hands on the cheeks of my ass, and he starts to caress my buttocks. I spread my legs and he runs his fingers under my body and brushes them against my warming pussy. I glance at Stacey and can see she is on her back with her legs in the air. Cally is darting her tongue into her arousal as Stacey plays with her own nipples and smiles at me, licking her lips. Fuck, it's so good.

I wrap my mouth around Franklin's cock and slide my wetness down his swollen shaft. I can feel the head of his cock fill my mouth as I flick my tongue around it. I wince in pain as Garrison slaps my ass hard, he laughs, pulling my hair at the same time.

"Fuck," I hear him say as he slides his fingers into my pussy and rubs my ass with his thumb. I'm not into anal, but a little extra stimulation will help me to reach an orgasm. I swallow Franklin's cock deep into my hot mouth.

"Hey girls, you got a dildo anywhere?" I hear Garrison call to Cally and Stacey.

"Yes," I hear Stacey reply as she moans.

"I wanna watch you, the blonde, fucking the redhead's cunt with the dildo," Garrison adds.

I glance to the bed and see Stacey reach into the drawer and pull out a stainless-steel dildo, she turns it on as Cally lays on her back and spreads her legs, just waiting to be pleasured. Stacey takes the dildo and rubs it against Cally's mouth and then slides it into her as she moans out. Next, she removes the saliva-covered dildo and rubs the tip against Cally's pink clitoris. Cally arches her body in pleasure, as Stacey straddles her face and lowers her pussy to Cally's tongue. I watch as they moan and groan together and pleasure each other.

I feel my pussy move into pleasure as Garrison rubs my clit, my pussy now getting wetter from his touch. "Fuck me, Garrison," I say as I stop for a breath. I've been performing some serious deep-throat on Franklin.

Garrison takes his hard cock and rubs it between the cheeks of my ass. He lowers it toward my pussy and his cock is huge. I can feel the tip spread my pussy as he slowly slides himself into my hot, wet cunt. He grabs my hips and pulls me toward him, his hard cock filling me well as I rock my hips so he can enter me more.

"I wanna fuck Shona," I hear Franklin say to Garrison.

"My pleasure," he replies, "a spit roast is supposed to be shared," he adds as he slides his cock out from my horny pussy.

"Hi five!" Garrison says, as they change positions, and raise their hands.

Garrison grabs his cock and squeezes it tight, I can see his veins bulge and his cock appears larger than I remember.

"Suck this girl," he says as he stands before me.

I grab his balls and squeeze until he winces with a little pain. Just a small reminder to him who the real boss is here! I look at Stacey and can see her smiling at me as I wink at her. We are always in control at Tina's Place.

I feel Garrison grab a large fistful of my hair and then he thrusts my head toward his cock. I slowly slide it into my mouth and I can taste my lingering pussy juice as I slide him deeper inside. I feel Franklin slapping my clitoris with his cock, before sliding it inside me.

I look to Stacey and see she's inserted the dildo all the way into Cally's pussy. She is busy flicking her tongue against Cally's clitoris as I watch. Cally's body is arching and writhing on the bed as she starts to reach her climax.

Franklin thrusts harder and faster as his animal urges take over. Now, he reaches forward and grabs my long hair and tugs as his body tenses. I can feel his balls slapping against my pussy as his rhythm increases more. Garrison thrusts his cock deeper into my mouth as I grab his balls and squeeze, then his cock tenses as his body starts to build up its pressure. His warm cum is nearly ready to explode deep into my mouth.

"Don't swallow my cum. I wanna see you pass it to the blonde," I hear Garrison say. His body starts to spasmodically shoot his salty cum into my mouth.

I gesture to Stacey to come to me and open her mouth; she kneels before me and opens her mouth as I let Garrison's cum slide from my tongue and fall into her beautiful mouth.

I can feel my pussy on fire as Franklin thrusts faster and faster, my body is also screaming to reach its point. I can feel Franklin tense as his balls release his seed onto my ass. I can feel the fire spread into my stomach as my body releases and I begin to tremble. It's perfect as my legs begin to shake and my breaths become fast and shallow. My cunt explodes and sends spasms of pleasure throughout my horny body.

_"A woman's work is never done... lol"_

# Beau

_"Thank fuck for that! Monday is my favorite day of the week."_

The place looks perfect, as always. I love sitting here with my Cuban cigar and a nice sherry. Thank God for small mercies. I had told Kelly that I was going to be late, as always. She didn't deserve me, anyway. Her art classes and her picnics with her extended family. What a load of rubbish! Then the galas, the bullshit charity for the blind etc. etc. She wanted credit for all of it. But I knew her true heart. Cold and fucking raw like the heart of an evil man working for the law. She used to be a lawyer. Criminal law. Then she met me and now all she does is absolutely nothing. Just the bullshit social outings that aren't even real. I really have a passion for disliking her. Especially when she leaves her high heels in the doorway. Fucken unbelievable. The maid looks totally pissed every morning when she arrives.

There are two other guys here now, for our five o'clock. Harry Belford and Sam Tander. They love it here, too. The girls have outdone themselves with Tina's Place, that's for sure.

"Hi Beau," says Tina with a cute smile. Her dress is black with rhinestones twinkling to match her eyes.

She's off limits. She used to work at Lenny's but she's dating Orlando Gaze and running this place, now. He's alright, I suppose. He has a good eye for women that's for sure.

"Hi, Tina. You look as beautiful as ever, darling." She curtsies as she places a new sherry in my hand.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, you devil. Orlando will be here at nine. Don't you get fresh with me." She winks at me, flirting.

She walks off into the distance as I eye the orgy room. There are three girls in there doing a lesbian show. It's so hot as I watch them grind and finger-fuck each other, quickly. Lesbians are so cool. I imagine they are probably bi-sexual. I mean all of them are so damn fine it would be hard not to be attracted to each other, I think.

"Hello gorgeous!" says Shona sitting on my lap in an aqua-blue, silky dress that flows perfectly from her waist and only just covers her secret place.

"Hi there, Monday girl. I've missed you, a week is too long." I look at her perfect cleavage as she licks the back of my ear, erotically.

_Fuck, she smells like peaches and cream._

"What are you gonna do to me, tonight?" she whispers in my longing ear.

_Fuck, I want her right now on this damn velvet chair._

"I want you now, Beau," she says.

My cock rises and I feel like she's mine, for real. She makes me feel that way... wanted. I'm sure all the other guys feel it too, but she is mine tonight and Mondays. I love the way she speaks, touches me, and makes me feel like I'm the last guy on the earth. Because I need to feel something. My family is cold and money hungry. I like to think that I'm not a total fucking prick. I hate the way they only care about stuff. My mom was the only one who ever really understood that there was more to life than just material objects.

I don't need to work. I love to. I have twenty-billion in the bank, already. I can't even imagine what my half of the company is worth. Probably sixty or seventy billion. Harper's wanted to buy it last year but we declined. They were so pissed.

When we get to the private bedroom she stands in the center of the room. _Fuck, she's biting her lip. I love it._

"Mhm, mmm, I love your shirt. I wanna peel it off and suck on your nipples," she says placing a finger in her full red mouth to tease me.

"Do you kitten?" I am harder than gold.

"Aha!" I feel my body tense.

"I wanna do the same to you," I say as I undo my buttons, allowing her to see my chest.

"You will do as I say, Beau. Then you may take me as you wish. But not before." I love her assertive tone.

_Fuck, I need her._

I look at the bed. Maroon, satin sheets ready to be laid on. The gold curtains are drawn and the ambient light from the chandelier bellows over her perfect body as she strips for me. I want her to do whatever she wants. It turns me on. I need her like the trees need carbon dioxide. I really think she's my favorite. We can talk or fuck for hours.

"Strip!" she says making me feel sexy. I take off my unbuttoned shirt and I tease open my pants, letting her enjoy the show.

Her eyes widen for me, "God, I should be paying you, handsome."

I laugh and smile at her gorgeous curves. She makes me think I'm hers. And oh boy, sometimes I wish she was.

I look at her again taking her all in, "Fuck, beautiful, you are too nice to me."

"Only 'cos you deserve it!" She walks to me and kneels as I let my cock out in front of her wanting face.

"Mmm, I want to lick it and milk it clean."

I feel my legs go slightly weak as she teases with her mouth in the shape of an O and I gain the perfect view of her cleavage. I want her so bad it hurts.

She lets my boxers and pants fall to the floor. She helps me step out of them and caresses my ball sack. I wince as she slaps it with control. Fuck, I can't get enough of her. _She's intoxicating._

She places a finger on my chest as she stands. "You're gonna work for me, baby." I love her words because they make it seem like there's no one else and that I'm the only one. _Fuck._

"Lie down and get comfortable, my Beau Boy." That's what she calls me.

"Shona..."

"Sssh, you're with me now, Big Boy!"

Her eyes seduce me as she undresses. Peeling off her stockings and then her dress. She moves her dress over her perfect shoulders and it falls like an English handkerchief to the floor. Her hair hangs, touching her D-cup breasts and her suspenders are still on. Black lace with gold trim. Fuck, I'm in love with her body.

_"Thank fuck for that! Monday is my favorite day of the week."_

# Shona

_"A time to tease and a time to fuck."_

"Oh fuck, you're perfect," he says, eyeing my curves as I bend over and take off my bra, suspenders, and panties.

I tease him with my words, "You like what you see Beau Boy?"

"Aha."

"I'm going to have to sit on your face and make you lick my perfect pussy." I see his eyes light up. He loves doing that.

"Come here my beautiful Monday girl."

I walk over to him and I smile. I stand and hold the wrought iron bedhead as I spread my legs, eager for him to lose his face in between them.

"Oh," I moan as he licks my cunt and holds my upper thighs in lust, wanting me.

"Sweet as a honey pot," he says as he groans into my warmth.

He's the perfect guy. A true gentleman outside in the parlor area... and a total bad boy in the bedroom. I wish I could have him all day, every day. He's just so good.

"Finger me, Beau," I say as I moan from his warm tongue.

He has some light stubble that touches my pussy lips, making me wetter than I thought I could ever be. There's no lubrication in a tube needed when Beau is here. My walls are wetter than the Great Wall of China in a hailstorm.

"Fuck, baby. Yes, just like that."

He presses his thick fingers into my soaking arousal as I try not to let my legs lose control. He's more than enough for me. I need him to make me cum. It's been a long day and none of the other men usually want us to achieve orgasm. It's all about them, most of the time. But with Beau... it's bliss. He wants to make us aroused and cum. Sometimes, multiple times.

I feel my walls subside as he fingers me and licks my swollen clitoris. He loves getting his face wet in my horny cunt. Yummy Beau. My action man. He loves to fuck me and he loves to finger-fuck me when I suck on his cock. He's such a naughty billionaire. Rich, sexy and desperately good looking. Just how I like them.

"I'm coming," I say as he licks me up like an ice cream.

He continues as I finish with wobbly legs, "Oh fuck. I want to fuck your wet pussy so bad, Shona."

I know he's had a long day. Normally we play. But today it's just straight sex. For the sheer pleasure of it all. I bend over and land on all fours. I place a soft pillow under my breasts. My ass is in the air as I let him place his erection inside me. I want it. Bad!

He fills my walls as they stretch from the big size of his circumcised member, "God, you're so wet and tight, Monday girl."

I pant as he starts slowly, making me want every bit of him. He's more than good as my arousal covers him and he holds onto my hips to thrust into me.

"Ooooh, oooooh," I moan loudly as he hits the spot every few seconds. He loves it when I moan.

"That's a good girl. Moan for Beau Boy." He speeds up and my hands grasp at the sheets as I lay with my pussy and ass in the air. He takes me like only he can.

He speaks to me again presenting his truth, "Fuck. I'm too tired to please you tonight. I'm going to have to cum, already."

He slides in and out faster and then pulls his huge cock out and jerks until his ejaculation. It feels warm as it spreads over my milky-white ass. I feel it cover my backside and my pussy clenches wanting him again.

"I love it when you fuck me doggy style."

"Me too." He places his lips on mine like we're in a fairy tale. We French kiss and hold each other until nine. He's all I'll ever need.

_"A time to tease and a time to fuck."_

# Beau

_"Like a virgin."_

I couldn't wait to get to Tina's Place. Kelly was so annoying over the weekend. I missed Saturday because of the fucking gala. A sponsored charity for the associates. I had to go. I remember the lesbian show I watched recently... _fuck!_ I wasn't going to get much work done, now. I feel so horny today. It's Monday again! Thank God!

I remember my first time at Tina's...

_I am extremely excited to arrive at Tina's place, I heard through the grapevine that it was high-class and filled with outstanding, hot women. I hadn't had a good fuck for several days and my wife sometimes showed little interest in my sexual desires. She had no idea how to satisfy my cock, at all. My anticipation and excitement are growing in my mind causing my cock to stir in my pants._

_The very thought of being able to select from a menu of such luscious beautiful women is really getting my blood flowing. I eagerly push my way through the large glass door into Tina's Place, and as expected, in front of me is an outstandingly decorated reception room. It has maroon, velvet-covered furniture and high-quality fittings._

_Tina approaches me, and if she is anything to go by, I am in for a real treat. I instantly think to myself... I would love to fuck her one day._

_Tina hands me the menu of luscious ladies to select from, she explains that they are very busy and only have three to choose from, today. She adds that they are some of her finest and then prompts me to take a seat while I select the pussy that appeals to me the most. I hadn't planned to be seated for very long, but by the first glance at the menu, it was not going to be an easy decision. By this time, I had a half erect cock in my pants, and that was telling me to hurry up and make a choice._

_The first lady on the menu is named Cally, she's tall and has wavy red hair of a good length stopping just below her shoulders. Her breasts appeal to me and are a medium size. Mhm, and from the pictures, they look as soft as silk. I can easily imagine cupping those beauties in my hand... fondling them, licking them. Yes, they are the perfect size for a titty fuck._

_In anticipation, I lower my eyes to her delicious love mound. Cally's pussy is well presented with a low-cut love heart of red hair, and soft, equally-proportioned lips. Her pussy is very attractive and the thought of having my way with her certainly assists my growing cock, now. By the look of her radiant blue eyes, she seems to have a very nice nature and a certain amount of shyness. It's as if she hasn't been working here for very long. Regardless, I feel she would submit to my sexual desires and comfortably accommodate my needs._

_Next, on the menu is Stacey who is about my height and has blonde hair, it appears (from the pictures) to be silky, smooth and soft. Her face is very pretty. Even though you don't usually look at the mantle while you're stoking the fire... but I could sure look at her cute face while embedding my cock deep inside her, missionary style. Perhaps a little heavy on the makeup, but fuck, she is pretty. Her breasts are appealing, a good handful, with nice sized nipples that are standing erect. Her long legs eventually make it up to her pussy lips which are nice and plump. I am very attracted to those types with chubby lips and a beautiful mound above._

_I daydream that when she lays on her back her gorgeous love mound would protrude up very nicely from in between her hips. A nice vision indeed, which brings my cock almost to full attention. Looking at her photo, Stacey seems to be a very nice, considerate woman who really knows her stuff. I get the impression that she's been in the business of looking after men for a while._

_Although I'm certain she can satisfy my cock, my cock and I are leaning toward the first awesome red head on the menu. Devouring Cally appeals to me slightly more than the second choice. Stacey gives me a slight sense of being a bit needy (a Barbie doll type) which puts me off, slightly._

_Fuck me! I lower my eyes to my third selection... Shona; now we're talking. And unlike the other ladies, Shona has left on some very sexy lacy panties that have only slightly been pulled down. God, the picture is taken slightly side-on so you can see her hot ass. My imagination is running wild and my cock has completely hardened to full mast. It's as hard as concrete, and my thoughts of pleasuring her are running rampant. I think of running my hand gently up her thighs, sliding her lace panties to one side... and entering my fingers into her moist pussy._

_Oh, my God. She has the perfect breasts for me; larger sized, but soft and perky... perfect to slide my cock between. She also has comments on the menu like, "I am submissive to your every desire and sexual need, I love to give good headjobs. Lose yourself inside of my soft, velvet pussy... and be fully satisfied."_

_I know she's the one for me, tonight. I will be able to have my complete way with her, I can't help but wonder if she has a cute forest of brown soft pubic hair... or if she has completely shaven it off. I feel a little worried because I actually feel really attracted to her. Yes, she has beautiful facial features, soft brown hair that sits gently on her shoulders, and loving eyes that can reach deep into your soul._

_That's it, the decision is mad. I am so excited. I stand up to realize my concrete-hard cock is very obviously showing in the front of my pants. I quickly lower the menu to cover my hard cock and hastily approach Tina's desk to hand her back the menu. I notify her of my selection._

_"Tina, I am very impressed with the selections, I have made up my mind. I most definitely would like to have Shona, tonight."_

Fuck, yeah. It was an insatiably good evening! I felt like it was my first time.

_"Like a virgin."_

# Shona

_" Tuesday is for rich bastards!"_

I always love it when you get a fucking rich guy who thinks a woman is just another notch on his bedpost. I'm not a notch at all... I'm a love affair. I can wine and dine, and I do a fine sixty-nine, _but Frank Tomer is a total dick._

Already I can sense that this guy is a prick, he seems overconfident and his expectations seem a little too high. He complains about everything when he should be thinking about the pussy he will be enjoying in a few minutes.

"So, Frank, what do you like to do? Have you got any requests, or do you just need a good time?" I ask as I slowly slip out of my dress and place it on a hanger.

"Normal shit, I just want a good fuck, and I heard you are highly recommended," he says as he casually kicks off his shoes. "I hope I'm not gonna be disappointed?" he adds.

"I'm not in the game to disappoint, it's not in my vocabulary, fuck best or fuck off is my motto," I reply as I slowly unbutton his shirt.

"Got anything to drink?" Frank says as he removes his shirt.

I can see the signs are bad, a hairy chest and a pot belly, _please tell me he has a decent sized cock,_ I think to myself.

"Here you go, I got you a double, just in case," I reply as I hand him his Jack Daniels. "Tell me, Frank, what line of business are you in?" I ask as I continue to unbutton his pants.

"Real estate and I'm fucking good at it, thirty million I made first quarter, and my portfolio is huge. I will never be on the streets, that's for sure," he says as I let his pants fall to the floor.

If a hairy chest and a pot belly are not bad enough, he is wearing white Calvin Klein's and I can see a mass of pubic hair bulging out. I will just have to endure it and add it to all my other tales. I can tell it to the other girls later.

I slide my thumbs inside his shorts and slide them to the floor, I feel some dismay when I finally see his cock, he is not the largest I have seen by a long shot. I hope it changes when he gets hard.

"You want to shower first Frank, or you just want to go for it with that huge cock of yours," I say, as I lie through my teeth.

"Straight to the action, time is money and I want to see that my money is being well spent," he says as he lays on the bed.

I remove my bra and panties and crawl onto the bed, I lean over him and my nipples run up his hairy chest toward his mouth.

"Make my nipples hard Frank, turn me on," I say as I start to caress his cock.

I can feel Frank grab my breasts with his stubby fingers, his pursed lips start to suck at my nipples. I can feel they are getting hard, but way slower than normal. Maybe, it's the average-sized cock I have in my hand that has something to do with it.

"Fuck me, Frank, your cock is getting so hard," I say as I frantically stroke his cock to try and make him hard.

"It has pleased many a woman," he says as he drags his fingers down my back. "I have no problem making a woman cum, let me tell you, you will be screaming the place down," he adds.

I doubt it, I may be screaming, but that cock won't fill my pussy, it really is quite tiny.

I finally get Frank hard and start to suck on his cock. I tease the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue and then slide his cock into my mouth because I am being paid. And for no other reason at all!

"Fuck, yes, suck it baby, suck it real-good," he says as he pushes my head. "Is my cock filling your mouth?" he asks as his belly wriggles with pleasure.

"Hell yes, it's so tight," I reply.

"My turn, I wanna show you what real head is like," he says as he rolls me over.

I spread my legs and bare my pussy to him, Frank places his hands on my inner thighs and starts to lick my pussy lips.

"Mmm, you taste so sweet," he says as his tongue brushes over my pussy.

This is gonna be one boring fuck, and he has no idea... I'm not sure who taught him about the birds and the bees but they sure did a piss-poor job. I'm not even sure he knows there's a clit there hiding amongst my pussy lips. I sigh.

"Aah, baby, that feels so nice, lick me, Daddy, lick me real-good," I say as I watch the ceiling fan spin 'round and 'round.

I have to do something, I need some enjoyment from this, somehow. I spread my pussy lips with my fingers, my clit lies there waiting to be teased and set on fire, but it's not even hot enough to light a cigarette at the moment.

"Lick my clit baby, make me hot," I say.

"If you can handle it, here goes," Frank says as he starts to lick my clitoris up and down. It's like watching paint dry in the rain.

"Oh, yes, do it, I am feeling so hot. Fuck, yes," I say as I check my nails to see if I need a manicure.

"I knew I would be too much for you, just wait till you feel my cock inside that sweet pussy of yours," he says as he raises his head and looks into my unwanting eyes.

"Come on Frank, let's have a sixty-nine, I wanna suck your cock while you taste my juices," I say as he lays on the bed and I straddle him.

I grab his cock and slide it into my mouth, I raise and lower my head as I hear Frank groaning in pleasure, at least he is enjoying it, for fuck's sake. I can feel his tongue flicking against my pussy, he is getting better and I can feel some stimulation stirring inside of me. I tighten my teeth around the head of his cock and bite gently. I can feel Frank's body as he twitches in pain.

"Fuck, that was sharp," he says as he stops licking my pussy.

"Pleasure and pain should be close together, it will make you cum harder, trust me, I'm an expert.

"Really?" Frank says as I grab his balls and squeeze until he twitches in pain again. "Shit," I hear him say under his breath.

"You gonna fuck me now Frank?" I say after I bite on his cock, again.

"Yes, what's your favorite position?" he says as I remove my leg from over his chest.

"Oh, Frank, I love them all when it's with a cock like yours," I reply. He smiles a wide smile. He's the most boring man alive.

"Fuck me normal and then doggy," I say, "doggy style makes me cum loads," I reply.

I lay on my back and open my legs wide. Frank kneels between my legs and rubs his cock against my pussy; I spread my lips so he can slide his cock into me. _Hmm, how far will it reach?_

"Holy shit, you feel good... fuck that pussy, ah, god-damn," I say going through the motions.

"That's it, take it bitch, take it all," he says as he thrusts his mediocre cock inside me.

I place my leg over his shoulder and Frank thrusts faster and harder, I can feel his belly slapping against my thigh as his cock enters into me.

"I told you I was a good fuck?" Frank says as the perspiration starts to run down his face.

"You did, I would never have believed it, until now. Oh, fuck, your cock is so big in my tight pussy," I say as I run my fingers down his overly-hairy back.

"You might become one of my regulars if you cum good enough," Frank says as he grips my leg and heaves his body toward me.

I lick my finger and lower my hand toward my clitoris, I start to rub as I feel my self-induced fire building up inside me.

"Oh Frank, fuck me, fuck me... like you've never fucked before." I giggle to myself.

I look at Frank and can see the ruddy complexion on his face, a few laps of the jogging track wouldn't hurt him, and I wonder how far I can push him. Maybe, he could work up a well-needed sweat.

"Frank, harder, fuck that shit, come on," I squeal in my fake delight as I watch Frank trying to satisfy me.

"Oh, God, your cock is splitting my hot pussy, you are making me so wet," I find myself saying as I laugh on the inside.

"You want doggy now? I mean are you ready to cum like Niagara Falls?" He pulls his cock from my pussy.

"Oh, yes, make me gush, make me cum like never before," I say as I get on my hands and knees desperate for it to all be over.

I can feel Frank kneel close to me, his belly starts to rest on my ass. He fumbles and finally slides his cock into my pussy. He holds my hips and pushes forward, then it slips out of my pussy.

"Oh Frank, your cock is too big, it wouldn't go in," I say as I restrain a giggle.

"I knew I had a big cock and it may be too much for you," he replies as I grab his cock and hold myself as he slides it into me.

I feel his belly slap my ass as I moan and groan and go through the motions. I push my hips back to stop his cock falling out of me.

"Oh, Frank, you feel so big!" I look at the décor in the room.

I do need to redecorate, perhaps he knows some good decorators, and can put me in contact? _Mmm, scrub that thought and concentrate on your work Shona._

"Come on baby, shake that ass," Frank says as he slaps me.

"Oh, Frank, you are naughty," I say, "that hurt but it felt so good, do it again," I add.

"So, you like it rough then, bitch?" he asks. "Take this!" he adds as I feel his stubby fingers hit the cheek of my ass.

"God, Frank, I am close, fuck yes, fuck me harder," I go on as I continue to decide if I should opt for paint or wallpaper?

"Shit, your pussy is so tight, I can feel my cock stretching you, hell yeah," he squeals. "I'm riding you like a god-damned horse," he adds.

"Oh Frank, I'm gonna cum, faster, fuck me faster," I say as I wiggle my ass and go through colors in my mind.

I mentally start to count down from fifty, _I bet he comes before twenty-five_ , I think to myself as I place my head in the pillow. I can feel him thrusting faster and faster, his body will soon release his seed... thirty-five, thirty-four, I count.

"Ah, Frank, I'm close," I shout as I grab the bed sheets in my fists.

Thirty, twenty-nine. I can feel Frank's body tensing. "Ah, I am there, oh God, uh, uh, uhhh," he sounds out finally as he slumps against my body.

"Phew, Frank, you were so good, I was seeing shades of red as you fucked me," I say, even though I was thinking of the paint color.

"Well, I can see why they recommend you, you are one hell of a fuck," he says as he starts to get dressed.

"It takes two to have a good fuck, Frank, you should know that." He grabs his jacket and leaves the room.

Thank God for small mercies, I reckon. He gives me a five-grand tip!

_" Today is for rich bastards!"_

# Beau

_" I needed a break. My wife Kelly is the definition of hell."_

They were closed. My favorite Chinese place. Renovations apparently. Just like my wife when she had her breasts augmented. Add a touch of silicone and everything will be fine... NOT!

Fuck it, I'm going to go to Tina's Place to order there. Maybe, Shelley can knock me up something cultural or festive. I just can't bring myself to go home. Kelly is way too much at the moment, and her new friend Carla is a real piece of work.

She said," Hello, Beau. You do realize that Kelly needs a new closet. Her spring collection needs a new home. You can't crinkle these types of fabrics, otherwise she'll look like a harlot from the lesser side of town."

I said, "You do realize dear Carla, that Kelly is living off of me like a fucking leech that lives off the Mississippi god-damn river. Her spring collection can simply go fuck itself!"

The look on her stupid, posh-bitch face was, "simply priceless!" I fucken loved it when I told her to get fucking real. I mean, New York has millions of homeless people and she's buying real, animal fur jackets to cover her ugly, overly-expensive backside.

Now, I'm a total hypocrite for doing it... paying a million a year for Tina's girls. But fucken hell, they've got way more class than the whole lot of the rich fuckers that I know. That's certain.

_God, I'm so mad right now._

Kelly pushed me out and said, "Go and work on your project. You are stressed from work. You will apologize to Carla this instant!"

I gave them both the finger and loved it as I flipped the bird. I did it with so much gusto their mouths opened together in unison. It was a real blessed gratification to do it. They were both so selfish I couldn't bear to be around them, anymore. A divorce was on its way. She could have half of everything. It was better than my life being ripped to shreds at home. The 'higher than thou' attitude and the parade of material objects. I could live on a beach somewhere and just listen to the perfect ocean. Beckoning me and calling me to it. The healing power of that was a real idea. I was going to ask Tina if I could steal Shona away. Somewhere perfect with white sand and innate beauty. Somewhere Kelly wasn't. Just for a few days, to regroup before I set the divorce in motion. I'm going to ask her right away and then I'm going to be free. Even if it's just for a few days of peace and quiet. Yep! I'm going to do it.

"Tina, I need to speak with you," I say as I sip on a Pina Colada. No one else is here yet. I'm early for the five o' clock with Talia.

"Yes, Beau, what can I do for you, honey?" Her curves make my dick semi-hard.

"I want Shona for three days. I want to take her away with me. I'll pay whatever you want."

Her eyes sparkle in the chandelier-infused light. "Everyone seems to want Shona lately! What does she get up to in there, I wonder?"

Tina giggles as she sits down with me on the velvet chair. The carpet is extensive. I eye the intricate patterns of the gold, black, and multiple maroon colors as she ponders over my proposal.

"Well, we'll lose probably two-hundred and forty-grand, if you take her..."

"I'll give you half a mil. I really need a break. She's just perfect for my needs." I wait with baited breath.

"Of course, you can have Shona. She'll be delighted to see you. How's tomorrow at nine am?"

My cock rises up in a salute. "Perfect! Just perfect, thanks Tina."

I watch as Tina's eyes light up as Shona is sold to me without her consent or knowledge. I'm the highest bidder. Yes, I'm the luckiest guy in the whole world. I can't wait to get to the ocean. _But which one?_

_" I needed a break. My wife Kelly is the definition of hell."_

# Shona

_" Conversations can be good or annoying, rant over!"_

I slump myself in the seat at the club with a well-earned spritzer. And although Frank is not God's gift to women as he'd made out, I had still worked up a bit of a thirst.

A good shower after he'd gone was all I needed, and now to put my feet up for a while to get myself back in order. I was resting my head and thinking what a lame fuck Frank was, and I was hoping he would not want to keep coming back to me. I'm not sure if I can lie that much again, to actually make him think he is fucking me properly.

Cally walks past me as she runs her fingers over my shoulders, and takes a seat next to me. "Hey Shona, how are you doing?" she asks as she sips her drink.

"Not bad, been busy and just spent an hour with Frank," I reply as I roll my eyes.

"No way, you were given Frank, have you done something wrong?" Cally says with a giggle. "Who gave you to him?" she adds.

"He told me I was highly recommended and he wanted to make me scream and shout," I reply. "But, no matter how much I screamed 'fuck me harder,' it was still like a rat in a drainpipe, and no, I don't think I have a big pussy," I say as we both laugh.

"Yeah, he said that to me as well, and what I tiny dick he has," Cally replies.

"I bit his cock twice and squeezed his balls, I even told him it would make him cum harder and the dopey fucker believed me, can you believe it?" I say to Cally. "On top of that, I even had to show him where my clit was. I wasn't sure he'd ever seen one before," I add.

"I never bothered showing him when I fucked him, I just let him get on with it," Cally says with a grin." I planned my vacation while he was pumping away at me," she adds with a laugh.

"I knew it was going to be bad when I saw his hairy chest and belly, not to mention his Superman boxers that I had to slide off for him," I say as I shudder at the thought of it.

"Poor Frank, he is so misguided it's unreal, it would be okay if his cock was bigger, or if he lost a bit of weight," Cally says smiling.

"The best was when he came, he was louder than me, it was his first time. It was all, 'uh, ah, uggh, I'm gonna cum, now squeal bitch,'" I say to Cally. I shudder at the thought of his body touching mine, ever again.

Cally laughs, "Yep!"

"Tell me about it, I even decided to redecorate, thanks to him. I had too much time to think, and there was zero satisfaction from my side, apart from me rubbing my clit myself." I screw up my face.

"Has Tina spoken to you, yet?" she asks. "She did say she was gonna keep us up to speed on our performance for the quarter."

"Maybe she'll be here in a while? I am just happy to be having a break for a while, that Frank is hard work when it should be easy," I reply.

I look around the club and can see Stacey just leaving with another trick. She has taken to this like a duck to water, and I just hope she doesn't get sucked in by all the razzmatazz of it all. It can be hard not to lose your grip on reality.

I notice Tina walk in from the rear of the club and vanish into her office. "Tina has just arrived," I say to Cally, "I think I'm gonna complain about Frank, I just hope she doesn't take it the wrong way," I add with a scary face.

I know Tina runs things by the book, she's as straight as they come, and she's also full of helpful information and knowledge.

"You want another drink?" I say to Cally. "My treat," I add with a smile as I walk toward the bar.

"Tightwad, you know we get free drinks!" she replies with a laugh.

"At least the gesture is there, that's all that matters." I head to the bar.

I lean on the bar and glance around the room as Jimmy fixes our drinks. I can see a lot of regular faces and realize how influential the people in this room are, and how much worth is just sitting there waiting, choosing some pussy that takes their fancy.

"Here you go Shona, two blueberry spritzers, just how you like them," Jimmy says with a smile.

"Cheers Jimmy, you are a pleasure to know, and you make a mean drink," I say as I head back to Cally.

I return from the bar and Tina is talking to Cally. "Hi, Tina, you want a drink?" I ask as I place the glasses on the table.

"No, I'm fine, I have to go to the office in a while, I will grab one then," she replies. "Come on, take your seat, I want to chat for a bit," she says as she pats my seat.

I smile at her. She's so cool. "Sure!"

"Anyway, you know how well you two are performing this quarter?"

"I have no idea, I haven't tried to keep a track on it," I say as I sit down.

"Top two earners, nearly neck and neck," Tina says, "if it was a race I would have no idea who to bet on. That's not to say this is a competition, this is just business," she adds.

"Wow!" I say.

"Around half a mil each you two have earned, that's top going in three months," Tina says.

"Cool, so how much is our cut from that?" Cally asks Tina.

"Cally dear, that is your cut," Tina replies with a smile. I love how she is so honest.

"Holy mother of God, that's obscene, that puts us close to two mil a year," Cally comments.

"Correct, but don't forget, this job doesn't last forever, you need to remember that," Tina says quietly. "There comes a time when you are not recommended anymore, and the John's stop asking for you, that time comes sooner than you can imagine, I know from experience," she adds.

I look at Tina and can see she used to be a classy chick before she waitressed at Lenny's. And she still looks pretty fit for her age and has done well for herself since she got out with us. I find her stunning.

"So, we only really have five or six to make the most of it then?" I ask, sipping my drink.

"Yes Shona, you are correct, any more than that and you will regret it."

"Hey, Tina, I know I shouldn't, but Frank, how the fuck did I get him?" I ask as I lean forward so no one can hear me.

"You have to look at the bigger picture," she says in a pissed off voice.

"Yeah, I know, but fuck is he arrogant, he gives you all the big I am and all that, he is a true male chauvinistic pig, if I ever met one," I reply.

"We have to take the rough with the smooth, it's not like he wants to shove things up your ass or anything. Thankfully, he just thinks he is a better lay than he is," Tina says as she shrugs her shoulders. "And at the end of it, he spends over a million a year here, so he is a good client."

"Well, I just hope I'm not stuck with him very often, there is only so many times I can decorate my apartment before it becomes obvious," I reply with a giggle.

"Well, I see you've learned how to divert your attention... next time you might get him. But don't look at decorating, that's too expensive, just think of new curtains or something, that's way cheaper in the long run," Tina replies laughing.

"How about you Cally? Do you have any complaints or gripes?" Tina asks. I watch as Cally raises both of her hands and laughs.

"Whoa, don't bring me into it, I am totally fine with Shona being Frank's regular lay, honest," she says as she continues laughing. I grin, I can see the Irish in her sense of humor. I hate it, but she is funny.

"Well girls, if you have no more to say, I will go back to the office and get on with some real work, I have a lot of scheduling to do for the weekend," Tina says as she stands. "Don't worry Shona, I will see what I can do for you, but I am not promising anything," she adds as she walks to her office in her red clicking heels.

I take on board everything Tina had said to us, and I start to look at the bigger picture; six years and it could all be over, and that's if we are lucky. I bet a few girls are out before that time, so around four years as a good average. Two million a year sounds a lot, but the way things are, at least half of that can go.

"So, what do you think about what Tina is saying?" I ask Cally.

"I might seem a bit light-headed and not with it, but I think we should always be looking for a way out, no matter how much money it seems like," she replies. "Don't forget, we have fucked our asses off to reach half a million, and how many quarters do you think we can keep that up for?" she adds as she shrugs her shoulders.

"Yep, you're right, not to mention these John's are rich as fuck, how long is it before they become bored with the same pussy all the time?"

"Jesus, we sound like a couple of old hags talking about retirement already, we are thinking of how to get out and we have only just gotten in," Cally says with a giggle. "Back in a moment. I can see Franklin is waving at me from the bar."

I watch as Cally walks toward the bar shaking her hips, she looks like a real sassy broad, and I can see why she is earning nearly the same as me. I fuck my ass off because I can... and I like it, but Cally is just doing it as a job.

I sip on my drink and think about the situation that Tina has given us insight into; it's possible to stash our money, but this is still not going to last a lifetime once we retire from the business. I need to find another out, but what is the best way? The one that can bring with it the highest rewards possible...

_" Conversations can be good or annoying, rant over!"'_

# Beau

_" Love is like chocolate, it melts your heart and tantalizes every part of your being."_

I have her here in the Bahamas. Two hours and forty-seven glorious minutes, first class on my private plane. A Caribbean dream for both of us to share.

We were already settled in the motel that overlooked the beach and the mesmerizing crystal blue ocean. I was in heaven as I waited for her to put her swimsuit on. Her eyes lit up and she was sure that I was destined to be the sweetest man on the planet. She had told me on the plane how much she truly loved my heart.

The truth is that I love her heart, too. But I can't do anything about it. No one can know my secret, not even the perfect Shona. I'd held onto it for so long now, it had become a part of me. And all I wanted was for my life to be worthwhile.

My partner could blow everything on the stock market if he wanted to. Thankfully, I'd been saving while he was fucking around. He always gambled his own share of the profits. Which was his inclination, not mine. I wanted to make money for a real reason. No one would ever know unless they deserved to. I hadn't met anyone else that was reverent enough to share the knowledge. Except for Shona. Shona deserved to know... maybe.

"Oh my God. This is like the most perfect place on Earth."

Her hair is up and she wears a yellow swimsuit with a short skirt that flows over her silky legs. We've only just arrived and I want to fuck her brains out, already.

"Geez, Louise. You are hot!"

"Listen here Beau Boy... you didn't bring me all the way to the Bahamas to fuck my brains out, did you?" Her hand is steady on her hip.

"Well... actually..."

"You devil! I'm taking you out for the day," she says making my dick depressed by her words.

I'm not shallow at all, but I really can't get enough of her. My Monday girl. I look at her long chocolate hair as she places on a straw hat with a yellow ribbon tied around it. She looks like a supermodel, except way better. I'm even more attracted to those eyes. They say, "Come fuck me... and I love you," at the very same time. I'm only human.

"Right, where are your shorts Mr.?" Her eyes dart over to my travel case.

"Um..."

Her hands unbutton my jeans and she pulls them down, accidentally letting my boxers come down as well. My cock is harder than steel as she bites her lip. My hands go automatically to grab her and she jumps away like a frigid schoolgirl.

"Oh, no you don't! Later you can sample that. The menu here is the beach, the sun, and the sand."

She fumbles through my belongings and my cock flails and settles itself down.

"Here you go. Dark-blue shorts and a white t-shirt. Oh, yeah Beau Boy, you're gonna have such a good time." Her voice is genuine and assertive at the same time.

I think I'm in love with Shona Anne-Louise Gerome. My mind moves to our last fuck as she checks the tourist guide...

_"Mhm, mmm, I love your shirt. I wanna peel it off and suck on your nipples," she says placing a finger in her full red mouth to tease me._

_"Do you kitten?" I am harder than gold._

_"Aha!" I feel my body tense._

_"I wanna do the same to you," I say as I undo my buttons, allowing her to see my chest._

_"You will do as I say, Beau. Then you may take me as you wish. But not before." I love her assertive tone._

_Fuck, I need her._

_I look at the bed. Maroon, satin sheets ready to be laid on. The gold curtains are drawn and the ambient light from the chandelier bellows over her perfect body as she strips for me. I want her to do whatever she wants. It turns me on. I need her like the trees need carbon dioxide. I really think she's my favorite. We can talk or fuck for hours._

_" Strip!" she says making me feel sexy. I take off my unbuttoned shirt and I tease open my pants, letting her enjoy the show._

_Her eyes widen for me, "God, I should be paying you, handsome."_

_I laugh and smile at her gorgeous curves. She makes me think I'm hers. And oh boy, sometimes I wish she was._

_I look at her again taking her all in, "Fuck, beautiful, you are too nice to me."_

_" Only 'cos you deserve it!" She walks to me and kneels as I let my cock out in front of her wanting face._

_" Mmm, I want to lick it and milk it clean."_

_I feel my legs go slightly weak as she teases with her mouth in the shape of an O and I gain the perfect view of her cleavage. I want her so bad it hurts._

_She lets my boxers and pants fall to the floor. She helps me step out of them and caresses my ball sack. I wince as she slaps it with control. Fuck, I can't get enough of her. She's intoxicating._

_She places a finger on my chest as she stands. "You're gonna work for me, baby." I love her words because they make it seem like there's no one else and that I'm the only one. Fuck._

_" Lie down and get comfortable, my Beau Boy." That's what she calls me._

_" Shona..."_

_" Sssh, you're with me now, Big Boy!"_

_Her eyes seduce me as she undresses. Peeling off her stockings and then her dress. She moves her dress over her perfect shoulders and it falls like an English handkerchief to the floor. Her hair hangs, touching her D-cup breasts and her suspenders are still on. Black lace with gold trim. Fuck, I'm in love with her body._

_" Love is like chocolate, it melts your heart and tantalizes every part of your being."_

# Shona

_"Beauty lies in the heart and can be seen by the way he treats you."_

I couldn't stop thinking about our last time... it's like he's always in my mind.

_"Finger me, Beau," I say as I moan from his warm tongue._

_He has some light stubble that touches my pussy lips, making me wetter than I thought I could ever be. There's no lubrication in a tube needed when Beau is here. My walls are wetter than the Great Wall of China in a hailstorm._

_"Fuck, baby. Yes, just like that."_

_He presses his thick fingers into my soaking arousal as I try not to let my legs lose control. He's more than enough for me. I need him to make me cum. It's been a long day and none of the other men usually want us to achieve orgasm. It's all about them, most of the time. But with Beau... it's bliss. He wants to make us aroused and cum. Sometimes, multiple times._

_I feel my walls subside as he fingers me and licks my swollen clitoris. He loves getting his face wet in my horny cunt. Yummy Beau. My action man. He loves to fuck me and he loves to finger-fuck me when I suck on his cock. He's such a naughty billionaire. Rich, sexy and desperately good looking. Just how I like them._

_"I'm coming," I say as he licks me up like an ice cream._

_He continues as I finish with wobbly legs, "Oh fuck. I want to fuck your wet pussy so bad, Shona."_

_I know he's had a long day. Normally we play. But today it's just straight sex. For the sheer pleasure of it all. I bend over and land on all fours. I place a soft pillow under my breasts. My ass is in the air as I let him place his erection inside me. I want it. Bad!_

_He fills my walls as they stretch from the big size of his circumcised member, "God, you're so wet and tight, Monday girl."_

_I pant as he starts slowly, making me want every bit of him. He's more than good as my arousal covers him and he holds onto my hips to thrust into me._

_"Ooooh, oooooh," I moan loudly as he hits the spot every few seconds. He loves it when I moan._

_"That's a good girl. Moan for Beau Boy." He speeds up and my hands grasp at the sheets as I lay with my pussy and ass in the air. He takes me like only he can._

_He speaks to me again presenting his truth, "Fuck. I'm too tired to please you tonight. I'm going to have to cum, already."_

_He slides in and out faster and then pulls his huge cock out and jerks until his ejaculation. It feels warm as it spreads over my milky-white ass. I feel it cover my backside and my pussy clenches wanting him again._

_"I love it when you fuck me doggy style."_

_"Me too." He places his lips on mine like we're in a fairy tale. We French kiss and hold each other until nine. He's all I'll ever need..._

"Come on Beau, let's have a walk down at the marina, there are some gorgeous yachts in there," I say as I pull on his manly arm, dragging him there.

"It's private, we can't go in," Beau replies.

"Oh, come on, don't be a wuss all your life," I reply.

I finally manage to drag Beau to the gate of the marina and can see the sparkle in his eyes when he sees all the boats.

"Morning Miss Shona, how are we this morning?" the harbor master asks. I spoke to him earlier this morning.

"I am fine Tom, thanks for asking," I reply as Tom opens the gate for us.

"How the hell did you manage that?" Beau asks as he walks inside the gate and onto the pier.

"I have my ways, and no it is not what you are thinking," I reply with a grin, "so, you like all these boats?" We stroll along the pier.

"I do, I have always loved boats and sailing, but I've never really had the chance to pursue it, for one reason or another." He examines all the fine lines on the yachts and catamarans that lay there bobbing in the water.

"Wow, look at that beauty at the end, that looks so cool," he says as he drags me toward the end of the pier.

"Oh, that catamaran, climb aboard and have a look," I say as I step on board.

Beau stands and looks at me smiling, "Have you... have you booked this for me?" he asks as he steps aboard.

"I have indeed, now take us into the open sea me hearty," I say in a false, piratey tone.

We head out into the ocean and look back toward the white beaches and all the exotic palms that line them. The sun is blazing down as we enjoy the yummy caviar and wine.

"So, are you enjoying it, then?" I ask as I slip off my blouse. "It's a bit warmer out here than on land."

My breasts are heaving lovingly before me as I place my blouse on a hammock which adorns the underside of the canopy.

"You ever had sex in a hammock?" I ask Beau, smiling.

"Never, I have never even been in a hammock," he replies with sexy eyes.

"Neither have I, but it will be fun to try it one day, don't you think?" I slowly unbutton his shirt. "You must be red hot out here with this shirt on, there is no one here so you can bare yourself a little," I add.

"Well, I am a bit warm, but I'm not sure if it's the sun or the view of your breasts in that bikini top, it leaves not a lot to the imagination," Beau says as his gaze is firmly fixed on my breasts.

"At least I will never drown with these beauties!" I cup my breasts and lift them as if I am floating as I laugh.

"Very true, your very own built-in life jacket."

"I want a quick dip in the water, you want to join me?" I quickly slip out of my bottoms leaving nothing to the imagination.

"Wow, you look, well, you look hot," Beau says as he slowly removes his shorts. He stands before me and I can see the bulge in his shorts, he is packing something serious down there. It's all for me.

"Are you hiding something from me?" I ask him.

"No, why?" he asks opening his palms.

"Well, your shorts look mighty small for what you have inside them," I say giggling.

"Oh, I thought you were being serious," he replies with a grin.

"You better drop them," I say to Beau, smiling.

"What, my shorts?" He looks surprised.

"No, silly, the anchors. We don't want the boat to drift while we are swimming," I say as I walk to the rear of the boat wiggling my ass.

I climb on the swim deck and watch as the waves lap against the rear of the boat. I dip my toe in the water and look toward Beau and quickly dive in.

"I'm all wet," I shout to Beau as I look at him standing on the rear of the boat. "Come on, get wet with me," I add with a giggle. I watch as Beau jumps in the water and comes bobbing to the surface.

"I forgot to tell you something," he says as he begins kicking his legs.

"What is that, handsome?" I reply as I swim closer to him.

"I'm not a good a swimmer," he replies as his head bobs under the water. I can see his arms waving frantically.

I swim toward him and grab his arms. I pull him in, and back to the boat; I can feel my breasts pushing against his chest as we bob in the water.

"I think we should get out," he says, "I may be a bit of a liability," he adds as he pulls himself from the water.

I look at his body, his hair slick from the water; tiny droplets run down his chest toward his washboard stomach. Beau stretches out his arm and takes my hand. He pulls me from the sea and my body falls against his. I can feel the coolness of the water between the heat of our bodies as we gaze into each other's eyes.

"Come on! I think we should go and dry off in that hammock for a while, don't you think?" I say to Beau, feeling happier than I thought possible.

"That sounds like a very good idea to me." He takes my hand and we walk back toward the canopy.

"I'm all wet. I wonder if there's a towel anywhere we can use so we can dry our swimming things?" I say to Beau with a wink.

"Yeah, you can't leave any wet stuff on!"

"Oh yes, my Beau Boy..." He's just perfection.

_"Beauty lies in the heart and can be seen by the way he treats you."_

# Beau

_"Better the devil you know..."_

My feelings were real...

Everything was perfect. From the chandeliers that hung from the center of the opulent room, to the fine Cuban cigars that were stocked in the hand-carved drawers. Over half a million dollars had been spent just on the furniture alone. There were silk and satin sheets covering the beds and beautiful jasper (crystal gold-tipped) lamp shades to match the velvet maroon and black French-themed rooms; a total of ten rooms with beds and two large suites where the voyeurs and orgies could take place in warmth and extravagance.

For a billionaire male, the place was perfect. Sexy, private, inviting and stylish. With a bar stocked with the finest alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages... and a dinner menu and a lavish kitchen. All well-equipped to handle fine dining for tantalizing tastes from around the globe. With roasted Bavarian duck, caviar, and the most expensive truffles in the world. It was like Christmas for billionaires that wanted a taste of sex and the freedom of living out their fantasies at will. A menu of women was offered, as well as the extravagant choices on the dinner and drinks "exclusively featured" lists.

Whatever they craved was available for them at Tina's Place. There was no extravagant name for it... because it was a complete secret, unless you were a member, or a joining one. And with a member list of twenty-billionaires and counting, this naughty parlor was the most expensive in upper-class New York. A hive of sexual gratification and delight that cost big bucks. A million dollars per year to be a member and that didn't include the orders placed there.

The stage was set and every girl knew her place and the part they had to play. I know I am some of the girls' favorites. I am sexy, smart and like to pleasure the girls... I could make them cum three times before I even thought about bedding them. I gave them gifts and tips and spoke about my stupid wife that was not interested in a romantic relationship with me at all. It's sad really, the whole scenario. I am a totally ineligible bachelor coming to Tina's Place to get what I can't get at home. Sex and conversation with some of the most beautiful girls I have ever laid my eyes on.

I had Shona on Mondays, Cally on Tuesdays, Stacey on Wednesdays. On Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays, I opted for a different choice. Picking one out of a hat. The girls always waited with baited breath as I chose. According to Shona, I am such a gentleman... and a total bad boy in the bedroom. Every girl's biggest fantasy. With a ripped body and a massive member that pleasures them all six nights a week. My wife couldn't care less where I was. So, I told her I was "working" on a big project. And that wasn't a lie, because these girls were part of a personal project for me. But not even Tina's girls know what it is... not yet, anyway.

I love them all. Every curve, every moan, and every "Yes!" that they pant in the privacy of the rooms. Manic Mondays are my favorite. Because it's Shona all the way. My cock rises immediately at the sight of her. She is naughty and she also likes playing those kinds of games... the kind you don't tell Mom about! Mhm...

But Shona can't be Tina's girl, anymore...

_She's my girl, now._

My mind wanders as I sit in my office... we just got back from our time away...

I look at her again taking her all in, "Fuck, beautiful, you are too nice to me."

"Only 'cos you deserve it!" She walks to me and kneels as I let my cock out in front of her wanting face.

"Mmm, I want to lick it and milk it clean."

I feel my legs go slightly weak as she teases with her mouth in the shape of an O and I gain the perfect view of her cleavage. I want her so bad it hurts.

She lets my boxers and pants fall to the floor. She helps me step out of them and caresses my ball sack. I wince as she slaps it with control. Fuck, I can't get enough of her. _She's intoxicating._

She places a finger on my chest as she stands. "You're gonna work for me, baby." I love her words because they make it seem like there's no one else and that I'm the only one. _Fuck._

"Lie down and get comfortable, my Beau Boy." That's what she calls me.

"Shona..."

"Sssh, you're with me now, Big Boy!"

Her eyes seduce me as she undresses. Peeling off her stockings and then her dress. She moves her dress over her perfect shoulders and it falls like an English handkerchief to the floor. Her hair hangs, touching her D-cup breasts and her suspenders are still on. Black lace with gold trim. Fuck, I'm in love with her body.

_"Better the devil you know..."_

# Shona

_"Shopping fixes everything unless you're in love."_

A good dose of self-induced retail therapy was supposed to take my mind off things, yet I found myself aimlessly walking around the mall with no clear intention of what to buy that would make me feel better.

I saw someone who looked like my friend David and realized it wasn't him when his partner turned out to be female. David was gay and proud. I loved that he wasn't afraid to be himself. That gave me the idea to call him and see if he wanted to join me for a day of shopping and some catch-up time.

"Hi Shona, long time no speak," David says as he answers my call.

"It has only been two days!" I reply.

"I know, I just like to say that, it makes me feel like the conversation will be so, well, so much more interesting. You know, with all the gossip and all that stuff. Oh, I love a good gossip, don't you Shona? I bet you do, I bet you have lots of stuff to tell me! Gosh, it has been ages since we last spoke," David says at a million miles an hour.

"Jesus David, calm down, relax a little. There's no need to fit everything into one sentence you know!" I reply laughing.

"Ha, ha, ha, you know I get excited when I speak to you, you are so, oh, you just are, you are delectable, and I could just munch on you, num, num, num on Shona," he says.

"David!" I shout as loudly as I can without catching anyone's attention. "Stop it, will ya!" I add.

"Ok, breathe deeply, one, two, three. Hi Shona, what can I do for you?" he says in a calm and normal voice like it's a new person.

"You want to come shopping with me?" I ask waiting for the next barrage of "whoops" and "yippees."

"Okay girlfriend, where do you want to meet?

David is a very close friend and is always my go-to confidante and shopping guru, he is just one of these people who clicked with me from day one. He never had to learn to understand me, he just did. And that's why I think he became such a good friend and my shoulder in times of need. Friends for three years and counting.

"I will meet you in Bo's Café, do you want me to order for you?" I ask.

"Oh, do dear, that will be wonderful," he says, "you know what I want?" he adds.

"Of course, how can I forget, see you in twenty," I say as I hang up the phone.

I feel better already knowing David is coming, I can let it all out without any worries of a biased option. He would never say a judgmental thing against me. He totally understands my situation and gives me pointers when I need them.

I make my way to Bo's café and order the drinks. I glance around and realize how simple their décor actually is. I have been here hundreds of times and never before noticed that all of their woodwork comes from pallets. They must have recycled everything, and it's so cool.

I look out of the window and can see David mincing his way across the mall toward the café. I slide his cup to his side of the table and look at his spiffy-green, knitted sweater.

"Hey, Shona, thanks for inviting me," he says as he slides himself into the cubicle bench.

"There you go, one extra-strong Brazilian with double cream and extra milky," I reply as I kiss his cheek.

"Oh, I just love a strong Brazilian that has extra cream, mmm, so tasty like my fantasy man," he replies as he licks his lips.

David sips on his coffee and looks at me intently, he knows me too well to know that it's not about shopping.

"Shona dear, what's up?" he asks. "No, don't tell me, man problems?" he adds.

"Sort of," I reply as my body sinks into the bench seat.

"Well, you called the right gay, oops I mean guy, tut, how did I get that wrong?" he says with a smile on his face to make me feel happier.

I explain briefly to David the situation and how things have gone, and that the job and the personal life got mixed up, somehow. And about how I went away with Beau, my fantasy man.

"Hmm, let me think," he says as he places his hand on his chin, "I am thinking... for feeling lost, you need shoes. Not just one or two pairs, we need five. Yes, that should do it, five pairs of shoes! So, you won't feel lost and you can find your way again, check one," he explains.

"David, you are so insightful, you know that?" I say with a giggle.

I really have no idea how David can relate everything to clothing, but he puts a huge smile on my face, every time.

"Now, for feeling lost and alone, I am thinking... something casual and relaxing," he says as he thinks, "I can't think now, but I'll know when I see it, you ready?" he adds.

We leave the café and start to stroll round the shops, we bypass all the designer labels, because apparently, we need homely comforting things, that's how David explains it, anyway.

"I don't want cheap rubbish," I say to David, "I have a reputation to uphold, you know that," I add with a wink.

"Shona, dear, you called me, and if you don't trust me now, I have wasted all these years trying to teach you the art of shopping," he says as he drags me into the first shop.

I sit on the bench as David strolls around the shop and brings me shoe after shoe... after shoe. I've tried everything from running shoes to boots, and from sandals to four-inch heels. Eventually, we decide on two pairs of heels which are classy and give no sign of a designer label or anything too-expensive looking. We leave with new running shoes and two pairs of flat shoes that David assures me will match everything in my closet.

"Where now?" I say to David, nearly exhausted by it all.

"I am thinking, tribal printed skirts, to get some color into your closet. God, Shona, everything you have is sooo plain," he says as he drags me toward the store called _Camo Flage_.

I have never been in this shop before and I can see that every single item has ethnic prints or has been tie-died, and/or hand painted. It is hip and chic and is not cheap. Again, I sit on the bench and wait for David to return. I suddenly break down in tears and sob. David is making me feel better but this is not a solution to everything.

"Oh, no dear, what's wrong? Please tell me, let it all out," he says as he puts his arm around my shoulders.

"David, I am lost, and I don't know what to do," I explain. "I am totally lost and feel all alone," I add as I wipe my eyes on my sleeve.

"You have me, dear, you will always have me," he replies as he starts to cry with me.

"I know that, but it's not the same, you know I have a good amount of money stashed, and I live a life of luxury." David blows his nose on a pink handkerchief.

Even when I am at rock bottom, David always does something to lighten the mood, a fucken pink handkerchief, my God, I think to myself, I love him so much. _Him... and my Beau._

"I am lonely because, it's because..." A lump rises in my sore throat.

"Come on Shona, let it out, you will feel better," he replies.

"David, I need love, I want to love, and I need someone to love me back," I say as I break down.

I feel my throat tighten and I feel unwell. A woman stares right at me as she waits in line for ice cream.

"Why won't anyone love me and save me from all this?" I reply.

"Shush dear, they will, one day there will be someone who sweeps you off your feet," he says as he holds me close.

"When David? I mean, when will it happen, forever?" I say as I rest my head on his shoulder.

"Soon dear, it will happen soon, I promise you," he says as he pulls me toward him. "Now, don't cry, you are making my mascara run," he adds with a giggle.

"You really think it will happen for me? You know what my job is, so how will it be?" I reply.

"That is just a job, you have to look past that. Love will come your way when you least expect it, trust me, I am a doctor." David hands me his handkerchief and smiles. "And before you ask, dear, that is not a pink handkerchief, I washed some new clothes and the color ran... it was cherry red!" he says defensively through a smile.

"David, what would I ever do without you to help me?" I wipe the tears from my eyes.

"Shona, that we will never know!" he says as he shows me the first skirt he's chosen for me.

_"Shopping fixes everything unless you're in love._

# Beau

_"A woman's scorn... is so annoying!"_

I storm into the kitchen and can see her sitting at the table, she has really done it this time and I have just about had enough of it. Kelly is just concerned about money, money, money in this rich man's world, and she has no place in it, not anymore.

"Kelly, is there no end to your hemorrhaging of cash?" I ask as I pour myself a stronger than usual cup of coffee.

"What now? _We_ can afford it!" she replies as she continues playing with me, accentuating the word, "We."

"That's not the point, you should have some sense of control, there are bags of clothes there, and you still haven't worn the last lot you wasted money on," I reply, as I feel the unrelenting anger building up inside me.

"Okay, so I was bored, what do you expect me to do? Play happy housewife and stay in all day?" she snorts back at me.

"At least show some respect, if not to others, at least to yourself," I shout.

"Ah, new message," she mumbles to herself as she sits on the couch like a movie star without any cause but herself.

"What?!" I reply.

"Not you, Beau, I have a new message."

"Will you stop being so ignorant and talk to me?" I slam the cup on the kitchen counter. "Or at least look at me while I am trying to talk to you!"

"You're like a broken record, you know that? You always come out with the same crap," she replies as she types into her stupid phone.

I've spent a fortune on this house just to please her, and now, as with everything else, she is just taking it all for granted. And her ridiculous, materialistic, selfish behavior is relentless... God, she infuriates me.

Kelly stands up and walks toward me by the breakfast bar. "So, what are you trying to say, Beau?" Her tone permeates sarcasm added with a hand on her hip to add to the flavor.

"I think it's time for you to look for somewhere else," I answer in a rough tone.

"You have got to be kidding me, is that what it comes down to?" she replies. "You have finished with me, and just want to cast me to the side? Who is being wasteful now then, huh?"

"You know it's nothing like that, but look at yourself, look at us, where is it going?" I say as I stare at her.

"Well, I have news for you, I am staying put. I am not leaving here so do what you will and be done with it," she says in a huff tone.

"Really, is that right? Christ, Kelly, who do you think paid for all of this? Fuck, everything you own comes from me, well, in fact, you own nothing... you would be on the streets if it wasn't for me," I say as I clench my fists.

"Ha, so now who is putting a value on things? You hypocrite... and you think I am just concerned with money," she replies as she walks back toward the table.

"Don't turn your back on me, you are an ignorant, ungrateful money hungry... fuck!" I say as slam my fist on the counter.

"Temper, temper, Dear, you know your blood pressure will rise if you have a tone?" she replies grinning to herself. "That being said, do it, get high blood pressure, and you can do us both a favor then!" she replies as she sits back at the table

I have done everything to please Kelly and now she just looks at everything as if she is entitled to it, she is a real gold digger at heart. If I'd known this before, I would not be in this conversation, now. Who am I kidding? _Fuck, this is not a conversation, she is just responding to what I am saying,_ I think to myself.

With that thought, and as I watch Kelly playing with her phone, a red veil washes over me, and I walk to the table. I grab her cell phone and storm back to the kitchen. I drop the phone into the sink and turn on the waste disposal; the satisfying crunch of plastic fills my ears.

Kelly starts grabbing my shirt trying to stop me, but I was having none of it, she was going to listen and understand the situation. She had to realize, she was just being a dirty, rotten, gold digger, and she'd become like a sponge with money.

"You are a fucken asshole, what have you done that for?" she screams as she pummels her fists onto my back.

"You have to learn some respect, you can't just take, take, take in a relationship Kelly, you have to give something back. For God's sake grow up!"

"Is that the way you look at it?" Real tears well up in her eyes. "You think _this_ is a real relationship, Beau?" She picks up a stack of plates.

I watch in shock as Kelly drops them to the floor and screams as they break into pieces. She raises her head and looks into my eyes with no love left for me at all.

"See, that's like us, in pieces, and I don't care," she replies as she picks up a tea cup and launches it toward the wall.

"What are you doing?!" I reply as I try to grab her arm.

"You think I am just concerned with these things? They mean nothing to me," she says as she continues to throw items across the dining area.

"You are being irrational, just settle down," I say trying to calm her down.

"Boy, you have no idea what being irrational is, believe me," she says as she storms out of the kitchen.

I follow her into the lounge and watch as she picks up a poker from the fireplace and swings it toward the TV. The poker smashes through the screen and hangs there as she loosens her grip.

"Is that irrational enough for you, or do you want more proof?" she says as she walks toward me with a look of steel.

"Kelly, just look at yourself," I say as I block the doorway to prevent her leaving.

Kelly stands in front of me, tears begin to roll down her cheeks, and she stares into my eyes and snarls. "I'm staying here, and I want a monthly allowance. Fuck, if you want to leave, just leave," she says as spittle flies from her mouth.

I've had enough of her and want to leave her, but I want her to leave here because I can't stand it any longer. She's reaped her rewards many times over and she should be grateful.

"That's not gonna happen, you have no claim against this house and you know it, I think you should just grab all your stuff and leave," I say, as she tries to push her way past me.

"You are a male chauvinist pig, you are like all the others and when I thought you were different, you use me and abuse me. And then when you are finished you just throw me away with the rest of the garbage," she replies as she swings her hand toward my face.

Her hand strikes me on the side of the face, and a stinging pain shoots through my cheek as my head swings to the side.

"Damn you, Kelly, you've gone too far, now. If you don't get your stuff together with some dignity, I will throw your things out of the window," I reply as I rub my cheek.

"Well, I am not leaving. So, if you want me out you will have to physically throw me out!" Kelly says as she plants her ass on the couch.

I look at the situation and can see that Kelly has only got concerns for the money, she is not bothered about anything else. She has a me, me, me attitude and needs to wake up and smell the coffee.

"Kelly, I can quite easily arrange that. And if you want to be thrown out, I will get you thrown out, but you are gonna regret it," I reply as I walk back toward the kitchen.

I feel like I need some fresh air, but I'm not going to walk out of here. Kelly will probably lock the doors behind me and then where will I be? So, if anyone goes, it has to be her, just as I want. I've created all of this and I want it back.

"I will give you 'till this evening to get your stuff together or I will make the call," I say as I stand in the hallway.

"We shall see," Kelly replies as she sits there staring into space like a lost puppy.

"Believe me, Kelly, there is no, 'We shall see.' Just make it happen or else," I say as I walk toward my office. "Just thank your lucky stars because the situation can get much worse than this and you know it," I reply as I open the office door.

"You are wrong, deep down you know you are wrong," she replies quietly.

"Kelly, I might be wrong sometimes, and I might not be the best at showing some of my emotions. I do know though, this is gonna happen, and the sooner you accept the fact, the better for both of us." I close the office door behind me and I'm glad the conversation is done and dusted.

_"A woman's scorn... is so annoying!"_

# Shona

_"Mhm, ohhh, yes!"_

I feel better today, _thank God._ All that shopping might have helped. But in truth, David did it.

I lay on my couch and think about everything that's taken place, or that is going on in my life. I yearn to feel a man who loves me, and who I can love back... THAT'S SINGLE!! I miss the sensuality and the close moments that real couples share with each other on a regular basis.

I've had plenty of encounters, but these hold no emotion, except with my Monday Beau. All the other clients just consist of actions, and my body is on autopilot with all the John's that I meet. I rest my head and let my mind wander and then I feel something bushy against my leg.

"Hey Brandon, where have you been?" I ask. "You are one, fucken, lazy cat, you know that?" I add as I laugh.

I watch as Brandon curls up next to my leg and goes to sleep. I close my eyes and picture myself in a situation where I am with a partner, the image of my fantasy man has no real face and can be anyone I know or someone who I haven't yet seen...

_I am wearing a long black dress and the car is being held open for me, I slip my legs out of the car and a hand is held for me to steady myself. I take hold of the handle and exit from the limousine._

_"Are you ready for this?" my imaginary man asks as he holds his arm for me to hold onto._

_"I have always been ready for this!" I reply looking sleek._

I've never been bothered with the fairytale ending, or at least I have never pictured myself having a long-term relationship. You know, the ones that are only written about in books and in movies. I'm just a normal girl who works hard for her money and hopes to find someone at the end of it all.

_I hang onto my mystery man's arm as we walk the red carpet. We head toward the building where a sea of camera flashes awaits us. I hold my hand in front of my eyes as I become blinded by the flashes as they fire into my face._

_"Look at the floor, the flash will not hit you in the eyes," my mystery man explains as he uses a sexy tone._

_"Ah, okay beautiful," I imagine myself saying. I tilt my head forward and follow his lead._

I'm not sure why my imagination has chosen a limousine or someone who appears famous or wealthy, maybe it's because everyone I work with is stinking rich.

_We enter the grand hall and I can imagine tables upon tables, full of fine silver cutlery and crystal glasses. We approach the table and my mystery man holds my chair for me as I sit down._

_I can picture that everyone's eyes are focused on us as we sit there together._

" _Why are they all staring?" I ask my mystery man._

_"They've never seen a woman as beautiful as you, that's all," he says as he touches my leg under the table._

_"Ah, I see, but they are making me feel uncomfortable," I reply as I place my hand on his leg and gently squeeze._

_"Shona, do you want to leave?" my mystery man asks._

_"If we can, I feel closed in, in this situation," I reply as mystery man takes my chair._

_We head out of the hall and leave all of the rich John's drooling at what they can no longer buy... me and my mystery guy are out of there in a flash._

I open my eyes and look at Brandon, he is still curled up and purring next to my leg. I close my eyes again and continue my fantasy as me and my gorgeous mystery guy are about to exit the building.

_We walk out of the door and I am no longer wearing a black dress, I am in jeans and a sweatshirt. And we are walking in the park. I have my hand firmly linked through mystery man's arm and I am not letting go. We stroll around the park laughing and joking as mystery man buys us hotdogs. I picture him wiping mustard from the side of my mouth with his napkin as he stares deeply into my eyes._

_"I am having so much fun Shona," he says as we head toward the river._

_"Me too, I have always dreamed of this," I reply as I smile and hold his arm tightly._

_"So, where should we go from here?" my mystery man asks._

_"I am easy, I just want to be next to you," I reply, deeply in love with him._

I feel a pain in my leg and look as Brandon sinks his claws into it more.

"Ouch, you little shit, Brandon!" I say as I shake my leg. "You've nearly ruined my dream!" He moves over only slightly, unsympathetic to my cause.

I lay back down and close my eyes and me and my mystery man have left the park, we are now lying in bed...

_"Good morning, sleepy," he says as he hands me a flower._

_"Hi there, sweetheart," I reply feeling aroused by his presence._

_"You look beautiful this morning," he says as he walks from the bedroom, "I'll be back in a few minutes."_

I picture myself kicking at the bed sheets and shouting, "Yippee" and all that sort of girly, romantic stuff. I'm in bed with my mystery man and it's morning, and he hasn't said, "Here is your money," and/or "Goodbye!!"

_I can hear a noise coming up the stairs and mystery man walks back in with a tray._

_"This is for you," he says as he places a cooked breakfast on the bed and leans forward to kiss me._

_I can feel his lips touch mine and I can smell his masculinity, he lifts his hand and caresses my face as our lips part and our tongues wrangle._

_"Now come on, eat up, you need your strength," he says as he walks to the shower looking as sexy as ever._

_I sit and eat the breakfast he has prepared for me and can see him through the open door. I watch as the water cascades over his body and he rubs himself with the soap. His muscles ripple as he lifts his arms over his head and I can see everything..._

_I happily watch the show as I eat my toast and eggs. I sip on my juice. I watch as my mystery man steps from the shower and wraps a towel around him. He walks into the bedroom and I can see the strength in his arms as droplets of water run down his amazing body._

_"So, you feel satisfied and happy?" mystery man asks as I finish my breakfast._

_"I've never felt better, that was wonderful," I reply._

_"Shona, that's just the beginning, there's a lot more in store for you," he replies as he removes the tray from the bed._

_"What have I done to deserve all of this?" I ask him._

_"Shona, you don't have to do anything to deserve all of this, apart from being yourself," he replies, "that's more than enough for me," he adds, touching my face._

_"I have a question, though?" I ask._

_"Go ahead, you can ask whatever you like."_

_"Who are you? And what is your name?" I say, eager to learn it._

_"Shona, you know who I am, and you know my name," he replies._

It's my Beau Boy! _Oh, God._

I open my eyes as Brandon jumps from the couch and I hear the phone ringing. It's David.

"Hi Shona, how are you feeling?" he asks.

"I was daydreaming that I was with my mystery man, I was having a fantasy about just being with him, you know, loving and caring situations," I reply.

"So, no sex then," he asks with a chuckle.

"No David, no sex, but we were in bed and he made me breakfast!" I reply as I curl my legs up underneath me.

"Shame, you could have released some tension," David says.

"Fuck you, David, you are just rubbing it in now," I say in a fake and angry tone.

"Now, who is being bitchy?" he replies, "oh, woe as me, you have hurt my feelings," he adds with a huge laugh.

"I was just asking him who he was and my fantasy man said that I know already."

"See, what have I told you? Girl, you never know where love will come from," he replies. "Did he say who he was? Hmm, or did you recognize him? he adds.

"No, that's the worst part, Brandon stuck his claws into my leg and you were calling, I never had a chance to go any further," I explain.

I hear David sigh and say, "Your damn lazy cat, we've just missed out on the juiciest part of you dream!"

"I know, right?" I bet it was good, though. Well, it would have been.

_"Mhm, ohhh, yes!"_

# Beau

_"Caught red handed and red faced!"_

I sit and watch the screen as the market does its thing, the price is going up but I have to sell at the right time... or everything I've planned won't work. I look at the market's reaction to the news and can see that shares are being bought in Wescon, but the big money lies in Cooper, and I've already purchased five million in shares. God, it makes me hot when a deal comes together like this, especially when I know I have the upper hand throughout the marketplace.

I spin around in my chair and rest my head back against the cool leather, there's only one thing better than this. My Monday girl... Shona. Just thinking of her fucking drives me absolutely wild, and fuck she can get my temperature rising faster than anything...

_"How do you want me to please you today?" I imagine her whispering in my wanting ear._

_"You surprise me Shona," I reply as I run my fingers through her long hair._

_"Ah, so you like everything I do for you?" She grabs my tie and runs it through her fingers._

_"Yes, I love everything you do, you make me so fucking horny, my Monday girl."_

I look at the screen and can see that Wescon stock is still rising, and no one has paid any attention to Cooper. They will all have egg on their faces when they realize they've gone the wrong way and will be fighting to buy Cooper shares. _God, it feels good._

_Shona tugs at my tie and slips it over my head and proceeds to open my shirt. I can feel her nails as she runs them down my chest and stomach. She pulls at the belt on my pants. I look down as Shona pulls slowly at my zipper and pulls my pants to the floor._

_"Wow, Beau Boy, I can see you are all ready for me," she whimpers as she runs her tongue up the length of my semi-hard cock._

_"Fuck, Shona, you always make me hard," I reply as I rub the back of her head._

_Shona grabs hold of my cock and draws her hand down, I watch as she teases the head of my cock with her tongue. I can feel her hand slowly start to stroke my cock as she places her full lips around the head. She moves her head perfectly down my shaft._

_Holy fuck!_ I think to myself as I look at my screen. Wescon shares are going crazy, and by a quick calculation, once I sell the Cooper shares I'll make triple what I thought, originally. _Shit, this is a good day._

_"Jesus, Shona, this is just the icing on the cake," I say as I feel Shona's head bob up on down on my hard cock._

_"I am always here to please you, you know that," she replies as her hand moves faster and her grip becomes tighter. She looks at me with her 'come fuck me' eyes._

_"I want to suck your perfect breasts."_

_Shona stands and drops her dress to the floor. I reach to caress them as she leans in toward me. I grab her breasts and suck on her nipples, wanting her. I feel her hand on my cock. She slowly masturbates me as I push her tits together and tease each nipple with my tongue._

_Fuck! My cock feels so hard for Shona, and all I want to do is fuck her here on my desk... I just want to feel her naked body entwine with mine._

I look at my screen and can see the time approaching, the report will be released on the hour, and there are only a couple of minutes to go.

_"Take me now, I am ready," I imagine Shona saying as I pick up my phone._

"Robin, are you ready?" I ask.

"Ready to rock and roll Beau," Robin my assistant says. "This is gonna be a day to remember," he adds.

I look at the screen and the newscaster is on the TV making the breaking news. Fuck, I'm overjoyed as they announce the contract is awarded to Cooper.

"Robin, dump that stock now," I say, "and that's me done for the day, I'm heading home," I add with a Cheshire grin.

_God, I love my job!_

"Will do," Robin replies as he hangs up the phone.

There will be more deals tomorrow, but for now, I am going home with thoughts of Shona still in my head.

I arrive home and I'm happy with how the day has perfectly come to a close. Even thinking of Shona while the deal was falling into play made me so hot. I imagine being with Shona but I don't want just a quick fuck, I want to savor every last moment with her. I switch on the TV and flick through the channels, I just want to relax after a blood-raising afternoon. I find I've landed on one of the sexy porn channels. It's a public holiday on Monday next week. I might be able to see Shona earlier than usual.

I scroll through what is available and can see the same old thing; a small girl, a blowjob... and a fuck. _Been there, done that and bought the t-shirt,_ I think, with a smile on my face. Just as I start to hit the off button, I see a title that catches my attention.

"Tantric Temptations," sounds interesting. I click on _Play_ and begin to watch, and suddenly, I imagine myself in the same situation with Shona.

I can see on the screen they are taking it slow and building up the arousal and the temptation. It's more than fucking hot as the girl wears an ethnic styled skirt and bikini top. Wow, she looks hot and I can picture Shona wearing something like that.

I sit on the couch and become fixated on the screen. I kick off my shoes and hit the remote to dim the lights. I find I'm becoming hard watching and thinking of Shona. I watch as the ripped porn guy slips of the girl's skirt and reveals her bikini bottoms, she turns to the camera and the outline of her pussy is clearly visible, and making my cock rise. He slips off his pants and stands there in his boxers as he rubs his cock against the girl's hips. She caresses his chest and rubs her hand across his shorts to tease, with his cock bulging against the fabric.

I find the scene highly erotic and can imagine myself rubbing against Shona in the same way. I slip my hand inside my pants and slowly run my hand over my cock. I can feel it getting warm as I begin to become erect as their breathing intensifies on the screen.

The porn guy stands behind the girl, and I watch as he caresses her breasts and slips his fingers inside her bikini top. She tilts her head back and lets out a moan, resting it on his shoulder as she moves her ass against his bulging cock. She places her hands on his hips and pulls him forward. Now, his cock rubs against her.

I feel my pants stretch as they get too tight, with my cock now fully erect, standing up like a unique artefact in a museum. I stand and let them drop to the floor. I sit and imagine myself standing behind Shona as I caress her breast and run my other hand down toward her pussy. I slip my fingers inside her panties. I can feel the velvety touch of her skin as my fingers begin to caress her warmth.

My mind goes back to the film as porn guy slips off the girl's bikini top and bottoms. Now, she turns and slips off his boxers to reveal his cock as it twitches before her eyes. He lays on the floor as the girl rubs oil across him and sensually massages his balls and cock. She lies on top of him and rubs her naked body against his. _Fuck, yeah!_

I feel relieved that Kelly has moved out so I can have my own privacy. I grab my cock and begin to stroke myself as I imagine Shona rubbing oil onto me. In my mind, she's rubbing her body; grinding it on mine. The touch of her pussy is pushing against my leg and my cock. I feel my cock stir as I stroke myself. I watch the screen and replay their actions and replace them with thoughts of me and Shona.

I feel my body relax as my cock gets harder and harder in my hand. Now, I can see the porn guy getting a huge erection as the girl sits on him, groaning as she moves on top, rubbing her soaked pussy against his cock.

I stroke myself faster and harder as I imagine Shona writhing around on my oiled body. My find is full of images of my sweet Shona as she brings me to a full erection.

"What the fuck, what are you doing?" I hear my brother say as he stands in the doorway of my living room.

"I er, what? Christ, how did you fucking get in?" I yell as I pull my pants up quickly and hit the _Off_ button on the remote.

"I have my key, remember? I saw that the lights were off and I thought the place was empty," he replies.

"Well, I am here, you should knock first!"

I cover my groin with my pants feeling embarrassed as hell. For a moment, both of us stand there not knowing what to do. I know masturbation is frowned upon by the church, and my brother is, or was... a devout catholic. We were both brought up that way. My thoughts of Shona are just too strong for me to ignore.

"So, how's your day been?" asks Joseph, trying to change the subject.

"Peachy. Just peachy Jo." I wonder if he even knows what I was doing. Catholics need stimulation too! For fuck's sake.

_"Caught red handed and red faced!"_

# Shona

_"Nine lives, I suppose."_

All I could do was crave Mondays. I knew his secret now, and by Charlie, no one else was going to hear it. Not from me, that's for sure. It was ours to keep. And it made me feel special knowing he trusted me that much.

But why did he tell me? It seemed so unreal and something I wouldn't believe unless I saw it with my own eyes. Sometimes, knowing a secret could be worse. Because then you had to guard it with your life. Not even the other girls could know. It's that secret.

Last week he couldn't make it because he had a fight with Kelly. I have missed him terribly since our weekend together. Beau and I would be forever stuck in limbo about the whole thing. His wife was not even accustomed to him... and his heart. I feel like I'm in a suspended reality, sometimes, with all the clients coming and going. I mean, I love sex and doing sexual acts, but Beau is the only guy who makes me feel really sexy.

By God, it takes so much more than a big cock, perfect abs, a sexy smile, and a fucking wallet full of cash to make a girl happy. What about after all the sex? What then? You can't have a relationship with money, and you can't buy a companion, either. What good is flying to Paris on a Sunday afternoon by yourself? Or owning a purring black Lamborghini with perfect paint and sex appeal. Just like in the Bond movies. Unless you have someone to share it with, it sucks. I dare say those women who love money... like Kelly, have their purses under their god-damned pillows. Cuddling their money and screwing over innocent billionaires, like my Beau.

Oh God, I said it... _my Beau_.

Alright, I need chocolate and sweet stuff. Muffins or a chocolate self-saucing pudding from Pierre's. _I need Beau like chocolate_. It doesn't sound like much, but when I need it, I just have to have it. It's only Sunday. A whole twenty-eight hours until I see him again.

"My day off is going to suck, isn't it Brandon?"

My big fluffball of a cat smiles at me with his eyes, seemingly uncaring about what I do, today. As long as he's got food and warm milk then life's perfect for him. Oh, and my unsuspecting lap to paw and prod when I want to let him... and when I don't! Geez, I had to explain the scratches to a client last week. He thought I was into painful BDSM! _How hilarious is that!_

"Brandon Gerome, when are you going to do something exciting, huh?" I look at him asleep and comfortable on my sofa, as per usual.

I know he thinks my life is hilarious. Watching me run in and out like a bat trying to find food every day and night... and work long hours... all while he sleeps soundly on the plush-velvet, yellow-gold sofa.

"Pfft, you really have it, my friend. What a life. Oh, and by the way, that white fluffball from downstairs has been meowing for you. Princess, I think she's called. You should meet her in the alley or at least share a mouse with her. Be a gentleman. You have to work at it, Brandon!"

His face stays completely still and his eyes open, acknowledging my voice. But that's it. Apparently, I have nothing else really interesting to add... except food and milk. Twice a day, ongoing forever... or I will get meowed at and pawed, like I'm an enemy of the state. And Brandon's meow hath no fury. _Forget a woman's scorn._ Brandon has a cat's tormenting and annoying revenge, that's so much worse. He can bite and scratch at the cupboards if he doesn't get his way. Like a beast unleashed with a fury that you've never seen before. All lovingly covered in ginger fur, and with big, yellow eyes that look owlish.

Now, _what on earth am I going to fill up my time with?_ _And when is Kelly going to get out of his life, on paper?_ Like, as in... a divorce! I need my Beau Boy. I don't give a shit about his money. I've got my own. Yes, I just want a companion, a friend and a lover. _He's the only one for me!_

I look at my fat cat. "Brandon, I can hear Princess, you wanna go out and see?"

"Meeow!" He lifts his head as if to say, "no." God, he is literally the laziest and cutest animal I've ever seen. He's getting podgy. Soon, I'll have to start taking him for walks!

"Hey, Brandon. Want to learn how to walk on a leash?"

I laugh at the silliness of my thought and of him walking down the busy street with me. _My God, the looks we would get would be so hilarious._ If he knew what I was really saying he would bite and scratch me, and tell me that I was insane. He's got the whole world in his hands without lifting a paw!

How hilarious I am, talking with my cat. I really need to get a social life, otherwise I will be one of those women who lives with hundreds of cats. _A spinster no less._ Crying everyday about the love she never had! I can't be that woman. I couldn't stand living by myself, and alone. Cats, apparently, have nothing much to say about anything, anyway.

"Here Brandon, dinner time. I have tuna and some sardines as well. I hope you're not ignoring Princess... are you, Brandon?"

_"Nine lives, I suppose."_

# Beau

_"It's always fucking perfect with my Monday girl!"_

I'm on my way to see my Shona, I just love my appointments with her, they're always fantastic and she makes me feel extra special. I can see the door to my dream appointment as I step closer and closer. My heart races; it always races when I'm with her. I am excited, very excited.

I knock on the door and wait for my dream girl to welcome me. "Well if it isn't Mr. Beau Boy, how are you today?" she asks as she hangs on the door.

"I am all the better for seeing you, you know that," I reply as I stand with a smitten smile.

"Well, don't just stand out there, come on in!" Shona stands back and opens the door. "Let me take your jacket," she says as she peels my jacket from my shoulders and places it on the hanger.

"I must say, you look beautiful as always, Shona."

"Oh, Beau, you always compliment me, anyone would think you actually mean it," Shona says sarcastically as she pulls me into the room.

"I do mean it, you are different to other women," I reply.

"You mean other women in my profession?" she asks as she sits on the edge of the bed.

"No, not at all. I mean all women, you have something about you, you are just natural and pure," I explain.

"Oh, Beau, I've never been called pure before," Shona replies with a giggle.

I laugh with her. "You know what I mean," I say, enjoying her beauty.

"Well, are we going to talk all the time? Or do you want to have some fun?" she asks as she pulls on my tie.

"Okay, no more talking!" Shona turns her back to me and I slowly unzip her dress.

Her lacy red dress slips to the floor and she turns back to face me. She looks gorgeous and is wearing a purple bra and matching lacy panties. I can feel myself becoming turned on straight away and can't wait to feel her body next to mine.

Shona stands real-close to me as she pulls at my tie and slips it from around my neck. "So, you like me undressing you slowly?" she asks as she pops open the buttons on my shirt.

"Hell yes, you are my Monday girl and you always get me feeling hot under the collar." I place my hands on her curvy hips.

Shona bites her bottom lip and looks at me seductively. "I bet you say that to all the girls!" She laughs as she gazes deep into my eyes.

"There are no other girls, there is only you," I reply as Shona tugs at my belt.

I can feel my cock getting warmer and my pants getting tighter, too. Shona pops open my pant button and slowly pulls them to the floor. She rubs her hand against my shorts and my cock twitches and starts to become erect.

"Oh, Beau, you are pleased to see me, I can feel it," she says as she slides her thumbs inside the elastic. My boxers drop to the floor.

"Oh Shona, I..." I whisper as I unfasten the clasp on her bra and reveal her pert breasts.

I am in love with her. We both know it. Shona slips off her purple panties and I slowly push her toward the bed. She places her finger on my lips and one hand on my shoulder.

"Not the bed today, we always do it on the bed. I want to try something different," she says as she pushes me back. "Against the wall," she adds as she turns her creamy back toward me and rubs her ass against my cock.

Shona places her hands on the wall and pushes her ass backward, my cock rubs against her ass as I lean forward and kiss her on the neck and caress her breasts.

"Beau, you are so sensitive. I love it when you touch me, I get so wet." She accentuates her movement more.

"You deserve to be treated gently, Shona." My wanting hand runs down her belly.

My fingers brush over her pussy, and her velvety skin trembles under my touch. Shona sighs as I part her pussy lips, and then I begin to rub her with my finger.

"My God, that feels so good, rub my clit Beau, make me wet," Shona says as she tilts her head back and nuzzles against my shoulder.

My finger rubs her clitoris and labia and she spreads her legs. I can feel she is wet and I easily slide my finger into her wet pussy.

"Yes Beau, I just love your soft touch, you are so sexy," Shona says. Now, she wriggles her groin against my fingers.

"Shona, I'm in heaven when I'm with you, you are just so... well, you know."

Shona turns to face me and takes hold of my cock, I can feel her hand grab me. She slowly starts to stroke as she places her soft lips against the skin of my neck. She runs her tongue over my body. I can feel that my cock is fully erect as Shona's soft hand grips me tightly. Shona pushes me against the wall and gets to her knees in front of me.

My cock is bulging as Shona holds my cock against my belly; she runs her tongue up the full length of my shaft. I can feel her tongue as she flicks it around on the head of my cock. She sets my nerves on fire with pleasure.

I feel my stomach tense as Shona slips the head of my cock into her mouth, and softly sucks as she slides her head down my shaft. I place my hand on her head and feel her bobbing up and down on my cock. Shona caresses my balls as her mouth takes the full length of my cock. I feel my legs trembling as she sucks on me deeply and squeezes my balls.

"Fuck, that's just mind blowing," I say as I pull Shona up to stand before me.

"Your cock tastes so good, and it is so big." Shona leans against the wall. She spreads her legs and pulls me toward her. "Take me, Beau, make love to me," she says as she guides my hard cock toward her pussy.

Shona rubs the head of my cock against her clit and then slides it into her arousal. I slowly push my hips forward and can feel her muscles stretch as my dick slides gently into her.

Shona raises one leg and places it on my hip as I thrust my hardness inside her secret place. I lift her other leg and she grips me tightly, pulling me toward her. Shona places her arms over my shoulders, softly biting my neck as I thrust harder. I can feel her hips rocking against my waist and her mound rubbing hard against me.

"Oh, fuck, Beau that feels so hot, yes... you sure have a beast inside of you who just wants to fuck the living daylights out of me," she says as her hips wriggle faster.

"You just bring out my horniest side. I just want to please you and make you cum," I reply as I watch her pleasure grow.

"Well you do both, you always make me cum and I am always pleased." Her breasts push against my bare chest.

I let Shona stand and she faces the wall, she places her hands on the wall and I slide myself back into her wet arousal.

"Ooh, God," she says as her head bows and her long hair falls over her face.

I place my hand over Shona's and pin her to the wall as I thrust my hips forward and fill her pussy with my thick cock. I raise my free hand to slap her ass and can feel her body squirm in pleasure.

"Whoa, Beau, very kinky," she says as she looks over her shoulder, "oh yeah, hit me again," she adds.

I raise my hand and slap her again; her ass pushes back onto my hard cock. "Fuck," I say, turned on by her moans.

"Yes baby, that's what I'm talking about, fuck me Beau, let your inner beast ravage me," she says as her hips push back.

I grab both of her hips and pull her backward as my hips thrust forward. I can feel her pussy gripping my cock tightly, and the intensity grows as my balls slap against her clit.

I can feel Shona's legs tremble as her body starts to fill with the inner warmth that will lead to her orgasm. My body tenses and I can feel I am also close to finishing. My cock enters her pussy faster and faster and I can feel her body contracting, getting ready for her final moment.

"Shit Beau, I'm gonna cum, oh fuck," Shona squeals as her body finally releases her.

I can feel her whole body shaking with excitement, as my body tenses and my balls release my seed. It's perfection... and I can feel the spasms in my body as I thrust for the final seconds. And as the cum flows from my body perfectly, Shona slumps against the wall and is breathing deeply. I look at her and think to myself, _she is definitely my perfect, beautiful, sexy, dream girl._

_"It's always fucking perfect with my Monday girl!"_

# Shona

_"Hearts apart is better than heartache."_

I sit by the bar after my shift and look at all the fine bottles of alcohol they've stacked up. We really cater for every taste in drink and woman, that's for sure. My mind is in turmoil and I can feel myself spinning around in a whirlwind of emotions. It's not right and it's affecting me, or _he_ is affecting me, and I need to do something about it.

I plan in my mind what the best solution is, and there's only one that my mind keeps coming back to. I have to speak to Beau and explain everything to him.

I look around the room in search of Beau, but there's no sign of him, so I decide to wait over by the fountain and relax until he shows his face for our Monday thing. I sit watching all the clientele billionaires in the room, and think how regular some of them are. Wow, they sit in their expensive suits puffing on their free, Cuban cigars. I know most of them and not one of them is anything like Beau. He says I'm different from the other girls, but he is different to all these other guys I'm looking at, as well.

They sit there thinking they are above all the girls and they love how they can just snap their fingers and get them to do as they please. But Beau is soft and caring. He has no attitude like this bunch of selfish men.

I spot Beau at the other end of the room, I watch as he goes to the bar and orders his drink. I had alerted the barman who whispers in his ear. I can see Beau turn, and now, he makes his way over to me.

"Hi Shona, how are you this evening? The bartender says you want to talk to me?" He places his glass on the table.

"I do Beau, and I have some difficult decisions to make." I place my hand on his knee.

"What do you mean, are you getting out?" he asks as he looks at me with concern. "Or are you in trouble? Just let me know and I will help," he adds.

"No, it's nothing like that, it's just, I've had to make decisions, and they concern you," I explain.

Beau looks at me confused. "I'm not sure what you are saying," he says.

"You are too emotional toward me, and when we meet, you are too close," I explain.

"I... I am sorry if I... well, if it seems that way, but you know, I'm sorry Shona..." he tries to explain.

"There's more to it than that Beau, it's not just as simple as you being too close to me," I say as I try to reassure him.

"Well what is it? And is it the same for these other guys who are sitting here, are they included?" he asks in a whisper.

"No Beau, they are not included in what I have to say, it's only you I am afraid..." I try to explain and my heart feels heavy.

"Why me? God, Shona... tell me what makes me any different to these jerks? They are just customers like me, so why have you singled me out to speak to?" he asks as he sits up slightly defensive.

"I said you were too emotional toward me, and I think I haven't explained myself very well. Um, it's not really you that's causing the problem Beau," I say as sip on my drink.

I feel my throat go hoarse as it dries up, and I'm not sure how to say it to Beau without upsetting him. I agree with what he's just said and about why he's been singled out... and not any of the others. And he is also correct when he says he is a customer the same as these other men, so what makes him different?

_I LOVE HIM. That's what._

"I will try and explain it better to you, so please bear with me. It's not an easy thing for me to say, and I have never been in this situation before," I say as I lean toward Beau.

I hit a point, and my throat slams shut, I feel I need a few minutes before I try and explain to Beau about my thoughts.

"I just need the bathroom Beau; will you wait here for me?" I ask.

"Of course, you know I will wait for you," he replies.

I walk toward the bathroom and pass all the other regulars who sit there with girls sat on their laps and who continue to whisper sweet nothings into their ears. I can see girls who are trying to milk every last cent out of their clients, teasing them, and hoping to get a cash bonus after they are done.

I enter the bathroom and the door swings closed behind me. I rest my hands on the marble counter and stare into the mirror. I stare into my eyes and can see the emotions building up in me. I feel I want to just cry and let it all out. But I have to be strong, if I show signs of weakness and emotion like this, the other men will see. I turn on the faucet and swill my face. The water sends bursts of freshness through my skin, and I feel awake and ready to put my point forward to Beau.

I walk back into the room, and as always, I glance at the grandeur of the room. The golden columns look like a scene from a roman movie and the walls are painted with scenes of lust and debauchery. It's truly a place that shows wealth, and one where all the John's can just be themselves and have no judgment from prying eyes or 'hangers on.'

I walk back toward Beau and place my hand on his shoulder as I pass him, then I sit myself down and feel composed. "You feeling better?" Beau asks as I sip on my spritzer.

"Much better thank you, I just had a feeling of being confined and needed to freshen up. I think it's the cigar smoke and no windows that gets to me when I sit here for too long," I say.

"So, you were saying...?" Beau asks.

"What I was trying to say was, I have to stop seeing you," I say bluntly. "There can't be anymore Monday visits," I add.

"Why?" he asks with a forlorn face.

"Like I said, and I have to be careful, Tina will not be happy if she hears me telling you this," I explain. "It's me, not you, I am the problem," I add.

"Why are you the problem? Shona, have you done something you shouldn't have?" Beau asks.

"Yes Beau, in a way I have done something I shouldn't have," I reply.

"So, what is it? I mean surely it can't be that bad?" he replies as he sips his bourbon.

"For me, it is bad, for everyone else, no it isn't," I say. "You are kind and sweet," I add.

"Well you deserve it Shona," he replies, still looking upset.

"That may be the case, and you're not like these other guys. I mean, just look at some of them, you wouldn't believe how perverted some of them are," I reply.

"Come on Shona, you are starting to stall and talk in riddles, this is not like you," he says.

"Well Beau, to sum it up, you are too emotional for me, or should I say, I am too emotional toward you?!"

"So, why is that a problem?" Beau asks.

"It just is, I am not doing my job as it should be done, I am getting involved more than I should," I explain.

"So, you are saying you don't treat me like the other guys. Do you treat me differently?" he asks.

"Yes Beau, I do look and treat you differently to these other guys and it is screwing with me," I say as I clasp my hands and rub my thumb against my palm.

I look at Beau and I'm not sure what it is I'm telling him. _If I just say... we make love rather than fuck for money, he might get the idea,_ I think to myself.

"So, what's the solution to this?" Beau asks, concerned.

"Well Beau, the only way I feel I can provide a solution... is if I stop our Monday meetings, that's all I can do," I explain. I feel my heart breaking as I say the words.

"But what about what I want? Shona... what about my needs?"

"I'm sorry Beau, but this is the way it has to be," I say as I feel tears welling up inside of me.

"It's unfair, I treat you right, and I lose my dream woman," he says finally.

I look into Beau's eyes and can see the disappointment. "Sorry Beau, I just have to stop seeing you," I reply as I walk away. God, my heart aches so bad.

_"Hearts apart is better than heartache."_

# Beau

_"Drowning sorrows is not allowed, apparently."_

I got out from the club as soon as Shona finished telling me what she had to say. I always looked forward to our Monday meetings and now she was telling me they have to stop. And simply because there is too much emotion from both of us. I look at that as a good thing really, at least I enjoyed it. _So... did she._

If I was in her position I would prefer someone who was kind and considerate, compared to some fat and sweaty fuckhead hunched over me with his belly resting on me, slobbering as he shot his wad.

I need a drink. I head out into the night air and somewhere that is in no way related to this place. I just want to forget this evening for now, and numb the thoughts in my mind.

"Taxi!" I shout as a cab pulls up beside me.

"Where to?" the cabbie asks.

"The Hotel Stardust, I need a fucking drink," I say in my firm tone.

"One of those nights is it, Sir?" he replies as he steps on the gas.

"Yep!"

The cab arrives at the Stardust, I jump out and stand there looking up into the night sky. The building stretches up thirty-two floors and on the very top is the Marsette Bar, a very cool and chic place to hang out. It is also very private. I haven't been here for a while and I think it is the best place to let off some steam.

I walk across the lobby toward the elevator and push the button. "Hey Beau, I haven't seen you for a while how are you doing?" Eric asks.

"Alright, apart from tonight, I've just received some bad news," I reply.

"So, you are staying here then?" he says.

"No, I am going to the bar, I need a drink," I reply wishing he would let me be.

The elevator arrives and we step inside and I push the button for the top floor. "Where's your bowie?" Eric asks.

"What?" I reply, as I look at him confused.

"Your tie, where is your bow tie?" he says, "dress code, or have you forgotten?" he adds.

"Damn, I forgot."

"Here, use this one, I'm just going to my room."

"You're a star, man, thanks," I say, glad to be alone again.

"No problem, just drop it at the desk when you're finished," he says as he exits the elevator and walks toward his room.

I reach the top floor and walk into the bar. I sidle up to the bar and take a seat. "Good evening Mr. Beau, how are you? Hmm, it has been a while?" says the barman, Ziggy.

"It has, it is too long... and tonight, I've come on not so good terms, I just need a drink."

"So, Beau, what do you fancy to drink?" he asks.

"Is Jeremy working?" I ask.

"Yes, he is here tonight," Ziggy replies.

"I will have one of his martini cocktails to start," I say.

"No problem Beau." He places some nibbles on the bar.

"Martini cocktail please," Ziggy calls to the other end of the bar. "Hey, Jeremy, don't make it bad, it's for Beau," he calls out.

"Hilarious," I say.

"So, Beau, what brings you here this evening? And why the need for a drink?" Ziggy asks.

"Women problems, sort of," I reply. "Maybe I'll tell you later," I add.

"Ah, no problem, just call me if you need me for anything."

I look at the end of the bar as Jeremy brings me my cocktail, thankfully he made a 'mean' martini cocktail and this would help to set me off before I hit the hard stuff.

I look around the bar and can see a few couples scattered around, and then it hits me what Shona has said to me. She'd said she can no longer see me because she is emotionally involved with me, and her solution was to dump me. Fuck!

"Ziggy, double bourbon please," I order as I lean on the bar and ponder over my reactions to my conversation with Shona.

Ziggy arrives back at the bar with my bourbon, and before he leaves I ask for another double.

"You okay with doubles?" Ziggy asks.

"Just pour the drink will you," I press on as I down the first glass in one shot.

The bourbon hits my stomach and I am instantly flooded with a burning sensation as it mixes with the martini. I can feel the effects and my head starts to feel a little woozy.

"Here you go Sir," Ziggy says as he places the glass on the bar.

I have known Ziggy for a few years and he's always been the concierge of the upper floors of the hotel, namely the Marsette Bar and the restaurant. He makes a point of remembering everyone who becomes a regular, here.

I pick up the glass and take a large gulp, the warmth spreading through my body like wildfire... my head starts to spin.

"One more please, Ziggy," I reply.

"Are you sure you are okay Beau?"

"I am fine, I just need to get over this news I've been given." I finish my glass.

"I think you should be slowing down a little Beau, you don't want to depress yourself," Ziggy says as he holds another glass in front of me.

"Ziggy, I can't get any more depressed, I am at my lowest point, let me tell you," I explain as I look at him in sorrow.

"Ah, so this woman has got you bad then, I take it?"

"Yes, she does, but it's not as simple as it seems," I reply.

"Well Beau, if you want to talk about it, I am all ears. And we can sit over there in one of the cubicles," he says as he places my glass in front of me.

"Well, if you don't mind, it would be good to get it out in the open and off my chest," I reply.

"Head on over and I will be over in a few minutes," Ziggy says.

I head over to one of the cubicles by the window. I gaze out of the window as I wait for Ziggy, the city sprawls out before me and I can see the immensity of the cars leaving trails of lights on the road.

After about ten minutes, Ziggy comes and sits opposite me. "So, Beau, explain your situation and don't leave any information out. Get it all off your chest and I assure you, you will feel better," he says as he places his cola down.

"Well, I know this woman Shona who I meet on Mondays," I say.

"Is she married?" he asks.

"No, not at all, she works at the club, you know the club I mean, right?" I ask.

"Yes, I know it, I am just not in the circles to frequent that sort of place, if you know what I mean?" Ziggy says.

"It's no big deal, it's not all it is cracked up to be, believe me." I frown. "Well, this woman tells me tonight she can no longer meet me on Mondays because she and I are too emotional toward each other," I explain.

"Hmm, it is very unwomanlike if you ask me, that she wouldn't like it," Ziggy says, confused by the dilemma.

"Yes, and I have much deeper feelings toward her than I think she realizes," I continue to say.

I fill Ziggy in with the whole picture and can feel tears build up inside of me as I explain what Shona said about us. Including, how she is too involved with me, and that her only solution was to stop seeing me.

"Damn, it sounds like she has gone all defensive and closed," Ziggy says.

"The thing is though, I won't get over it I know, because she is my dream girl and I look at her more than just a Monday night girl, if you know what I mean?" I explain. My words are not as clear as I'd hoped.

"Well Mr. Beau, I think you have just been emotionally screwed and I am not sure how I can help you. Well, apart from not letting you drink anymore to hurt yourself," he explains. "I respect you too much to let you do that to yourself," he adds, taking my empty glass.

I can feel the bourbon washing over me and getting the better of my emotions; tears start to flow down my cheeks as Ziggy tries to console me.

"Come, Mr. Beau, don't worry about a thing, I am sure every little thing will be alright," he says in a comforting voice.

"Thanks, Ziggy, I knew you would understand," I reply thankfully as I wipe my eyes on my handkerchief.

"Next time you visit the Marsette Bar at the Stardust, just make sure you bring that pretty woman with you, if you get the chance. Okay?"

_"Drowning sorrows is not allowed, apparently."_

# Shona

_"Great advice has never been truer."_

I call David and ask him to meet me at Baste's Brew, I have to get everything off my chest and I have to do it, tonight. I feel in my heart that I've made a mistake, and David is the best person who can help me put it right.

I arrive at Baste's, and David is there waiting for me. The drinks are on the table and I quickly head toward him.

"Hey Shona, you sounded desperate on the phone, tell me all about it and we will see what we can do to fix this sticky mess you are in," David says.

"Well, as you know, I've been seeing this guy at the club on Mondays and things have become a little complicated," I explain.

"Complicated, how so? Tell me the details, he is not being funny is he? I will slap him if he hurts you," David replies.

"No, not at all, he is really nice and that's the problem, he is just too damn nice and I think I am falling for him," I reply as I sip on my coffee. "Yuck, I have your extra cream," I add.

"Oh, sorry, my bad," David says, "so as you were saying, you are falling for this guy who you see on a Monday?" he adds.

"Yes, correct, and I think he is falling for me at the same time, he says I am special and that there are no other women in his life," I say.

"So far, so good, you are both becoming attracted to each other, so what is the problem?" David asks sipping his drink.

"Well, tonight at the club, I was telling him that problems were arising and I had to make some decisions," I say. "And unfortunately, these decisions involve him," I add.

"Shona dear, I told you love would come your way soon, did I not?" David says.

I pause for a moment and glance around the café... my whole life seems to be moving in slow motion, even the people in the café seem to be moving at a snail's pace.

"Shona, woo hoo, are you there... dear?" David says.

"Sorry, I was miles away," I reply.

"Now, you are seeing this guy on a Mondays, he is really nice to you and you feel like you are making love rather than just fucking him for money, is that correct?" he asks.

"Yes, so far that is correct. I am much closer to him than I am with any other John's, and I do more to please him than just go through the motions, and respond to what he wants. I even find myself taking the lead and doing things that please me," I explain in detail.

"Now come on Shona, I have known you for a long time, there is more to this than meets the eye," David says intently.

"Okay, the last time we me he said I am special and that I make him feel special. I reacted to this and told him the same thing. We made love and everything was fine, and it was later I realized I was treating him special compared to the others," I continue to explain.

"There is more, what are you not telling me Shona? Hmm, where did the conversation end up that you had with Beau?" David asks. "Don't tell me you..." he adds.

"No, I didn't tell him I love him, but that's the whole point, I do love him and I think he feels the same way," I reply.

"Come on girl, what's the problem? I mean, next time you see him in the club just speak to him, tell him you were mad and you are indeed in love with him," he says. "Problem solved, happy ever after," he adds, smiling to himself.

"Hang on there, love guru, there is still more," I explain.

"Fuck, Shona, you love to make relationships over-complicated. KISS... Keep It Simple Stupid... it works for me, let me tell you," David says.

"The problem is, it is a big problem, and maybe one I'm not able to fix," I reply.

"What could you do that would be hard to fix?" David asks.

"I may have told him to stop visiting me," I say.

"Ah, that does change things slightly," he replies.

"I know, I am a dumb idiot sometimes, I am not sure why I didn't just tell him how I feel."

"You may be dumb, but an idiot you are not, get that out of your mind for starters," David says.

We chat some more, and I tell David what was fully said in the conversation I had with Beau, and then I explain to him how different he was than all the other punters. But now, the only problem I have is finding him, to tell him.

I sit and think, _where, or how will I find out how to locate him so I can let him know?_ We are never given their addresses, to safeguard their privacy. And they never really divulge that sort of information to us when we are with them.

"Shona, there is always a solution, we just have to find it, but let's get everything straight first before we proceed, or else we could end up with a worse situation than we started with," David replies. "Get some more coffee and I will think about what you have said so far," David says as he urges me toward the counter.

I glance around the café, and while waiting for the drinks I was expecting David to be deep in thought. I see him doing his makeup in his mirror. I grab the coffees and walk back to the table.

"I thought you were going to be thinking," I say to David.

"I was thinking, why do you ask?"

"You were doing your god-damned makeup," I reply.

"Dear, I can concentrate when I do that, do you know how hard it is to do makeup when you are distracted?" He smiles. "We have a situation where you have a John, or Beau as I should call him, we think is in love with you, right? And we also know you are in love with him, or falling in love with him," he says. "Now, all we have to do, is find him," he adds.

"I have no idea where he goes, or what he does," I reply.

"Yes, but somebody will my dear, there is always somebody who knows where you are or where you are going," he says, "we just have to find that person.

"So, then Sherlock, where do we start?"

"Simple, the place to start is where you nearly ended it... at the club," David explains as he sips his extra-creamed coffee. "Is there anyone there who might know where he went?" he adds.

"The bar staff may know, I can call them," I say as I reach for my cell phone.

I dial the number. "Hi, this is Shona, just quickly, have you any idea where Beau went when he left the club?" I ask.

I listen intently.

"Ah, I see, yep, gotcha," I say as I listen to the voice on the phone.

"Well, any joy? I mean, where did he go? David asks excitedly.

"He got a cab from outside, but the staff said the cabbie is a regular at the club," I explain.

"We just have to find that cabbie and if he is a regular he may be at the club, or maybe the firm has his cell number." David drags me from my seat.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"We are going, my dear, to find that damn cabbie," he replies as we leave the café.

We quickly head toward the club and can see a line of cabs all parked waiting. "Who are we looking for?" David asks.

"And old guy, Pappy they call him."

I approach the first cab. We check the six cabs in the queue and Pappy is not among them, _shit I am stuck now_ , I think to myself.

One cabbie we found has Pappy's cell but it is turned off, and we stand there thinking. When a cab pulls up at the back of the line, I can see it is an old guy and I run toward the cab.

"Pappy?" I ask.

"Yes, who is asking?" he says.

"I am from the club, quickly... where did you take Beau this evening?" I ask, excitedly.

"Well Missy, he said he wanted a drink and I took him to Hotel Stardust, so he is probably on the top floor if he is still there, a very classy joint that is," he replies.

"Thank you, Pappy," I say as I kiss him on the cheek.

"Where is your apartment?" David asks.

"Just around the corner," I reply, "why?"

"We know where he might be, and you have to let him know," David says, "so first, we are taking you home to get you dressed, time is of the essence," he adds.

We quickly rush to my apartment and immediately open my closet. "Jesus Christ," David says, "and you only sometimes ask me for shopping tips," he adds.

"Mainly work clothes, unfortunately," I reply.

"So, come on then, get freshened up and I will start looking at what we have got in here for you." David says, "If we're lucky, you can catch him," he adds.

I quickly freshen up and put on some makeup; I can hear David muttering to himself in my closet. I exit the bathroom and David has filled the bed with possible outfits and shoes.

"Accessories over there, and they will match all of these," David says as he points to the dresser.

"What do you suggest?" I ask.

"Well, Pappy says the Stardust is a classy place so we need elegant, but not over the top, it is a hotel and not a gala dinner," he explains.

"We have black, blue, silver, and of course, red, no, not the red, too much of a cliché. And we have the green. Now hold them up and I will see," he says.

I hold the dresses up one by one, and David "ums," and "aahs" as he deliberates with himself as to which one is the best.

"Black, is super fine and you look super-hot, but the wrong message may be given, the blue is nice... then again, you look super-hot, but it may not be the right time. Hmm, no, forget the blue. The green my dear, you don't just look super-hot, you look divine, and if he doesn't want you when he sees you in this, I will have him for breakfast," David says with a chuckle.

I slip into the green dress and David finishes my hair, he is right, I do look like a million dollars, somewhat understated, but very, very classy. The message I wish to portray is very clear. _Beau, I was wrong with what I said and I want to be yours, that is if you will have me_ , I think to myself.

Now, all that is left to do is to find Beau, and let him know how I really feel before it is too late. I feel like I need to go, but apparently, my hair needs to be fixed into an exotic bun or something. I am so grateful to have David as my best friend. Small miracles happen... and big ones, too. _Fingers crossed._

_"Great advice has never been truer."_

# Beau

_"Now I'm fine, aren't I?"_

I had to do it, now. The divorce had to go through, otherwise, I was going to go crazy. I needed to let Shona know that we had to be together. Not just maybe... we fucken had to.

I never realized how much I wanted it before. Until I went to get myself plastered. I mean that was just me hitting rock bottom. She clearly loves me even though she is stuck in circumstances she can't control. Fuck! I am not going to lose my Monday girl. Plus, she knows my secret, too. I never share my secrets, but Shona is different.

My mind races... as I try to sober up...

_" Hello gorgeous!" says Shona sitting on my lap in an aqua-blue, silky dress that flows perfectly from her waist and only just covers her secret place._

_" Hi there, Monday girl. I've missed you, a week is too long." I look at her perfect cleavage as she licks the back of my ear, erotically._

_Fuck, she smells like peaches and cream._

_" What are you gonna do to me, tonight?" she whispers in my longing ear._

_Fuck, I want her right now on this damn velvet chair._

_" I want you now, Beau," she says._

_My cock rises and I feel like she's mine, for real. She makes me feel that way... wanted. I'm sure all the other guys feel it too, but she is mine tonight and Mondays. I love the way she speaks, touches me, and makes me feel like I'm the last guy on the earth. Because I need to feel something. My family is cold and money hungry. I like to think that I'm not a total fucking prick. I hate the way they only care about stuff. My mom was the only one who ever really understood that there was more to life than just material objects._

_I don't need to work. I love to. I have twenty-billion in the bank, already. I can't even imagine what my half of the company is worth. Probably sixty or seventy billion. Harper's wanted to buy it last year but we declined. They were so pissed._

_W hen we get to the private bedroom she stands in the center of the room. Fuck, she's biting her lip. I love it._

_"Mhm, mmm, I love your shirt. I wanna peel it off and suck on your nipples," she says placing a finger in her full red mouth to tease me._

_"Do you kitten?" I am harder than gold._

_"Aha!" I feel my body tense._

_"I wanna do the same to you," I say as I undo my buttons, allowing her to see my chest._

_"You will do as I say, Beau. Then you may take me as you wish. But not before." I love her assertive tone._

_Fuck, I need her._

_I look at the bed. Maroon, satin sheets ready to be laid on. The gold curtains are drawn and the ambient light from the chandelier bellows over her perfect body as she strips for me. I want her to do whatever she wants. It turns me on. I need her like the trees need carbon dioxide. I really think she's my favorite. We can talk or fuck for hours._

_" Strip!" she says making me feel sexy. I take off my unbuttoned shirt and I tease open my pants, letting her enjoy the show._

_Her eyes widen for me, "God, I should be paying you, handsome."_

_I laugh and smile at her gorgeous curves. She makes me think I'm hers. And oh boy, sometimes I wish she was._

_I look at her again taking her all in, "Fuck, beautiful, you are too nice to me."_

_" Only 'cos you deserve it!" She walks to me and kneels as I let my cock out in front of her wanting face._

_" Mmm, I want to lick it and milk it clean."_

_I feel my legs go slightly weak as she teases with her mouth in the shape of an O and I gain the perfect view of her cleavage. I want her so bad it hurts._

_She lets my boxers and pants fall to the floor. She helps me step out of them and caresses my ball sack. I wince as she slaps it with control. Fuck, I can't get enough of her. She's intoxicating._

_She places a finger on my chest as she stands. "You're gonna work for me, baby." I love her words because they make it seem like there's no one else and that I'm the only one. Fuck._

"RIGHT THAT'S IT!!! I can't take this anymore.

I can't live without her.

"Shona!" I call out in my huge apartment. It echoes my words out loud. "I can't live without YOU!" I fall to the ground and look like a baby curled up in a mother's womb.

_"Now I'm fine, aren't I?"_

# Beau

_"A time for clarity."_

Ziggy leaves me alone and walks back to the bar, he has plenty on his plate, and he's not able to sit and comfort me all night. I gaze from the window as the bar slowly makes its rotation and the view of the city skyline slowly changes.

I had taken Ziggy's advice and stopped drinking; I was in a position to make myself look more foolish if I drank more. And I had just burst into tears and poured out my heart and soul, so god knows what else I could have done.

I hear Ziggy talking at the bar and can hear my name mentioned. I turn in his direction and can see Ziggy pointing at me, he smiles and then from behind the pillar walks Shona. I can feel my face light up as she approaches my table, she looks like a million dollars in her long green dress. Her her hair is made up just right.

I stand from my seat and wobble slightly from the alcohol. "You are the last person I was expecting to see."

Shona smiles at me. "I just had to, I left things in a very unclear way, and what I said was not what I felt."

"Would you like a drink? Um, the water is very tasty. I've had one too many of the hard stuff, so, if I make a fool of myself please just ignore me," I reply.

"I am fine, thank you, is there anywhere else we can talk rather than here?" Shona asks as she leans toward me.

"Yes, hang on." I wave to Ziggy.

Ziggy walks over to the table. "Is there an available room? We need to talk," I ask.

"Of course, Mr. Beau, I will get you a key," Ziggy replies as he scurries off back to his station. I wait with Shona at the table. Ziggy returns with a key card and hands it to me. "Room three ten, one floor down."

"Thanks, Ziggy, you're a real pal," I say as I stand from the table. I wobble slightly from the alcohol and take Shona's arm. "Come on then, let's go and have a nice chat!"

We head toward the elevator and I bid my farewell to Ziggy. _Next time I see Ziggy, I will have to see him on better terms_ , I think to myself. The elevator opens and we walk to room three ten. I swipe the card against the lock and the door opens. The room is decorated in blacks, reds and whites and the style is similar to a Japanese design. It is not over the top and gives a very neutral relaxed feeling once we close the door. In the center of the room stands a king size, four-poster bed, with elegant muslin hanging from the corner posts.

"Beau, I haven't come here to mess about, I want you to take me," Shona says as she starts slipping off her long dress.

She stands before me in her underwear and pulls me toward her. I can feel her hot breath as she places her lips on mine and starts to open the buttons of my shirt.

"I may have had one drink, too many," I say to Shona.

"Well, I'm the right woman to sort that problem out," Shona replies with her sexy tone as she rubs her hand over my pants.

I feel aroused, but I'm unsure if I'll be able to perform because of the alcohol. Shona stands at the foot of the bed and holds her arms apart and spreads her legs.

"Tie me, Beau Boy," she says in a sexy voice.

I stand by her side and tie her wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed. Now, she looks at me with devilish eyes.

"Strip for me!" she snarls, turning me on more.

I grab my belt and slowly start to open my pants, my gaze is fixed on Shona's eyes as she scans my body and my pants fall to the floor. My shorts are bulging as my cock starts to become erect.

"I see you might be okay to fuck me after all," she says as she licks her lips.

I step closer to Shona and caress her breasts, I can see that her nipples are already hard and her body trembles under my touch. I brush my fingers against her pussy; Shona sighs under my touch, and I run my other hand around the back of her head. My fingers gently part her pussy lips, and I can feel she is wet. I rub her clit and slowly slide my finger inside her as she takes a deep breath in and arches her back.

"Oh, Beau, that feels so damn good," she replies, breathlessly.

I grab a fistful of hair and yank her head backward, her tits thrust forward toward me as I pull harder on her hair. I slowly release my grip as I slide a second finger into her wet cunt. I can feel her legs tremble. I shove my fingers deeper inside, and finger her until she can hardly stand from the sordid pleasure. Her head bows and she stares at me through her long hair.

"Beau, oh yes. Mmmm." Shona gyrates her hips on my thrusting fingers.

I grab my cock and begin to stroke; I can feel myself becoming rock-hard as my fingers become soaked from her wetness. I hold my fingers inside and rub her swollen clit with my thumb as her whole body quivers from my touch.

Shona raises her head and looks into my eyes. "Slap my fucking pussy, god-damn it."

I remove my fingers and draw my hand back. Shona gasps for air as she thrusts her pussy toward my striking hand.

"I want to fuck you," I whisper to Shona.

I unfasten her ankles and lift her body, her weight supported by her wrists and her arms. I slide my cock deep into her sex and she wraps her legs around my waist. I swing her back and forth as her arms pivot as if she was on a swing.

Shona's wet pussy slides up and down the length of my shaft as her body stretches, writhing on bed. "Beau, make me cum," she says as she clenches the muscles tight around my manhood.

I lean forward and place my hot lips over her breasts and start sucking. Shona writhes in passion and her hips wriggle with gratitude as my cock fills her walls.

"Oh, Beau fuck me, fuck me," she screams as she tightens her legs around my body and squeezes.

"You feel so good," I say as I grab her waist and swing her back and forth onto my cock.

I place my mouth on her neck and slowly start to bite until her body jerks. I can sense her body beginning to quiver and her pussy grips my hard shaft. As my hips thrust faster, my cock slides deeper into her wet cunt. I hold Shona with one arm and release her hand from the post. Once her hands are free, I lay her on the edge of the bed and place her legs over my shoulders. I can feel the fire building up inside of me, and a warmth fills my spine. My legs start to tremble and I near my point of explosion. Shona reaches her hand to her perfect pussy and frantically rubs her clit.

"Beau, fuck me, fuck me faster, make me cum you dirty boy," she screams as she teases her clit and looks deep into my eyes.

I ram my cock harder and faster into her, I can feel my body tense up as my balls contract. Now, I am close to flowing. I grab Shona around the throat and squeeze until she squirms, I thrust more wantingly, and I can feel my body release me.

I look deep into her eyes. "Beau, I am there, squeeze my throat, fuck me, baby."

My body spasms as I feel Shona arch her back, her sex letting go and releasing her to a full orgasm. She arches her back and digs her nails into my shoulders as my cum flows into her.

Shona slumps on the bed with her arms stretched wide, and I watch her breathe as her breasts rise and fall. She slowly starts to regain her breath, and then her body relaxes.

Shona smiles and looks at me. "Beau you sure know how to please me, don't you?"

_"A time for clarity."_

# Shona

_"Sometimes life's hard; I hate decisions!"_

I sit there thinking of everything that is going on in my life; I have some big decisions to make and I also need some friendly advice on the matter. I ask Cally if she can meet me after our shift for a coffee so I can have a heart-to-heart with her.

"Sure, it will be nice to unwind after tonight's shift," Cally says.

We finish our shift and make our way to Poppins Café which is two blocks away from the club. The café is small and quiet, and there are just a few cabbies here, in for their nightly pick me up. We grab one of the tables near the back of the café and I lay it all on the line with Cally.

Cally senses there is something major on my mind. "So, Shona, what's up?"

I look deep into Cally's eyes. "I want out, I have too much emotional stuff going on at the moment."

"You do know, Tina won't just let you leave like that, it's not that easy," Cally says.

"I know, that's why I want your advice on the best way to handle it," I say as I sip on my hot coffee.

"Give me some background first, what has brought all this on? I know you can handle all the clients," Cally says as she spoons extra sugar into her cup.

I need to explain everything to Cally, so I fill her in about the situation with Beau. "Well Cally, you know about my Monday night, my regular Monday evening client, Beau?" I ask.

"Yes, of course, you are so lucky with him, he is a dream, he's hot as," she replies.

"You will slap me for this, I know it. I have fallen for Beau in a big way," I explain.

"Now you are in a situation, you know that's against house rules," she replies.

I know all about the house rules and how it is frowned upon to fall for clients, we are not supposed to get that close for any of that stuff to happen. With Beau, it was inevitable, and I was sure, there was no way I would have been able to prevent it, even if I wanted to.

"I will ask around, but I think you need some more advice, you need to speak to Tina, she will know much more about it than I do," Cally replies.

"The hard part for me though, is, as you say, I can handle all the clients, but that's all they will ever be to me. I am at that point in my life where I want more, I need more," I explain, ordering more coffee.

Cally holds my hand and looks into my eyes. "Does Beau know how you feel?"

"I am not sure he totally understands, but I'm certain he has the same sort of feelings for me," I reply.

"It sounds like a bit of a fucking mess to me," Cally points out bluntly.

"You don't have to tell me that, the chain of events is like a freaking roller coaster ride, up one minute, and down the next."

"How has it all happened? Surely there is something that's gone on that has led to this?"

"I wish I knew, I honestly do, we've had meetings mostly on Mondays, but we did go on a trip together... and that was amazing. Um, it was a treat overseas," I explain with my head down.

"Jesus Christ Shona, you know how to make things awkward," Cally says as she sips her black coffee.

My mind is still in turmoil as it had been for the last few days. I'm not sure which way to turn, and the conversation with Cally is not making things much clearer for me. I feel like I am digging a bigger hole for myself everytime I open my mouth.

"At the end of the day, you have a lot at stake here; you want to leave a major cash earner, as was explained to us by Tina. But, you have no idea if Beau wants you for that sort of relationship? You could find yourself with nothing at all, very, very soon," Cally says.

"I did tell Beau I could no longer see him, that is another thing to throw into the mix. I am just too involved with him. It's not fair to him," I say as I order two croissants.

"Fuck me Shona; two croissants will not be enough, this conversation may last all night, it's a real can of worms you've opened," she says in her dramatic tone.

"I did tell you I was becoming lost. I was just not sure how far lost," I reply, as tears start to well up in my eyes.

"Whatever we do, it has to happen quickly because there is no way it can drag on any longer," Cally says, as she moves to my side of the table.

"Cally, I feel hopeless, hopeless and in love." Tears start to run down my cheeks.

Cally puts her arm around my shoulder. "There is one way that can work, and it may be your only option, but it will cost you."

"Whats that? I am willing to do anything. I can't go on feeling this way, it's driving me mad." I sob and wipe my tears.

"It might be possible to buy your way out, management might just accept that as a solution," she says.

"How much will that cost you reckon?" I ask.

Cally takes a napkin and makes some quick calculations, she looks at me when she reaches a final figure.

"How much do you have saved at this exact moment?" Cally asks.

"Give or take a few thousand, I reckon one point three million," I whisper.

"Jesus Shona, do you ever spend anything, that is an obscene amount of money," she replies.

"What can I say, I'm frugal." I smile and wink at her. "Come on then, give me a figure, how much is it gonna cost me?" I ask as I wipe the tears from my cheek.

"I reckon between six hundred and eight hundred thousand will be enough, maybe up to a million. Because you are one of the top two earners there you know," she replies.

I wipe tears from my eyes. "Fuck, that will be most of my savings gone."

Cally comforts me. "No one said it was going to be easy!"

"I have to try it, it's the only way I can see that I'll feel better in myself," I reply.

"I will speak to Tina, it might be better to offer the money upfront rather than her asking for it first," Cally explains.

I hug Cally and hold her. "I hope this works."

"What will your plan be once you do manage to leave? Um, you do have a plan, right?"

"Not really, all I can think about is putting this right with Beau, that's as far as any plan I have goes, really."

"Well, at least if you can settle for a million max, there is still a few hundred grand, to tide you over until you find another job. But none of them will ever pay as well as this one, you know that," Cally says.

"Well, Tina did explain we have to think of the future, and mine might be coming quicker than I was expecting," I reply as I finally dry my tears.

I now have an idea about how to get out from the club; it will be costly, but it won't be risky, and I know the Tina and the girls will be upset. If Cally is right, the money I will have to pay covers at least twelve months of what I would have earned, so, at least they won't lose out by me leaving.

"Well Cally, I'm sure there's not much more we can say on the subject, it's all down to the girls and Tina when I speak to them, and hopefully they will back me up and be supportive," I say.

"I'm sure Tina understands only too well... about love, and I bet she's been in the situation a couple of times when she was a working girl," Cally says as she finishes her coffee.

"You want another drink?" I ask.

"Nah, I think we've had enough coffee for one evening," she says as she grabs her coat.

"Perhaps you're right, we should be heading off home, it is kind of late." I grab my things. We exit the café, and are about to head go home.

Cally looks at me with a kind smile. "Thanks Cally, you've been a real help."

"Shona! Don't be silly, that's what friends are for," she replies as she kisses me and heads off into the night.

_"Sometimes life's hard; I hate decisions!"_

# Beau

_"Viva Las Vegas!"_

I think about the situation with Shona and wonder if it's the right thing to do. I feel myself under severe pressure and I need to let off some steam... I need to give my head a chance to clear itself.

I am not drinking, that will just make me worse, so I decide to take a short trip to Las Vegas. I know an evening of gambling will take my mind off everything.

I've frequented Vegas on many occasions and I get treated like royalty, one sniff of money at the casino, and they will do anything to make you feel welcome. It's nothing for them to spend a couple of hundred thousand on you, knowing full well you will give double back to them at the tables. It's a skill they possess, so they treat you like a king and do their damnedest to turn you into a pauper.

The personal jet comes to land in Las Vegas and the car is already on the runway, ready to meet me. I step out of the plane and breathe in the night air; I can see the limo waiting for me, so I descend the steps and climb into the rear of the car.

"Good evening Mr. Beau, how are you? It's been a while?" Gab says as he starts the engine.

"It has been too long, I've had a few things on my plate so, well, you know how busy it can be," I reply as I stretch my legs in the comfort of the limo.

Gab slowly drives to the gate of the airfield and passes through security. "Any preference on where you wish to go?" Gab asks as he pulls onto the main road.

"Where do you suggest? I mean, last time I was here, some of the places just felt so tired and dated?"

"Well the Belladonno is still up there as one of the best, and the Arianga, that place is super modern. But, I am not sure if the casino is up to the standard of the Belladonno," Gab explains.

"The Belladonno it is then, maybe next time for the Arianga. It's just a short trip, so I'll stick with what I know," I reply.

"Right you are Mr. Beau. Now, we shall be there in about fifteen minutes; you want me to call ahead and book a room?" Gab asks as he looks in the rear-view mirror at me.

"Nah, it's okay, you know they will double over once I arrive, I won't have to book anything," I say with a grin.

Gab pulls the car to the front of the Belladonno, and I can see them trip over as the hotel staff come running to open the door. I quickly shove a five hundred tip to Gab.

"Thanks, Gab, I will be in touch," I say as the car door opens.

I walk toward the lobby of the Belladonno and can see all the crowds who have just finished watching the water fountain show, it is a breathtaking display, but my mind is on other things. Shona and the tables, and not necessarily in that order.

"Patrick, pleased to meet you again," I say.

"The pleasure is all mine, Sir!" Patrick the concierge manager says with a smile.

They are kiss-asses in the casinos; they are like Versace-dressed beggars looking for tips, it's quite sickening in a way, but also fun to see how far they will go for scraps.

I walk straight toward the tables. "Patrick, what do you recommend, to start?"

"I would recommend just the regular tables, because there is the Turbo Super Satellite later, and you will have to stick with it. You can't leave when you want," Patrick advises.

"Thanks, just get me a table with some high-class punters," I say as I cast my gaze over the casino floor.

There are tables everywhere, and each one has a sea of people standing around them. Ultimately, they are little islands of gold diggers waiting for their small payout in the desert. Patrick finds me a table with some high buy-ins and the players are all linked to oil drilling and financial elements. I approach the table and take my chair.

"Fifty thousand buy-in," the dealer explains.

I nod in agreement. "No problem, get me one and a half a million in chips," I tell Patrick as I give him my card.

"Of course, I will be right back," he says as he scurries off to arrange my chips.

I look at the other players and try to figure out the easy ones to read; the oil magnates are easy to spot, they all look like they are from Texas and are usually fat. The guys from the finance sectors will be the hardest to read because they have a daily job. That usually entails holding straight faces when making huge deals, and I should know, I am one of them.

We go through a few hands, and I just go with the flow to get a feel of the table. I win a couple and lose a couple, and now the serious stuff is about to begin.

I start to win a few hands, mostly from bluffing, because the oil guys are pussies when it comes to deceiving, and they just like to make out they are super-rich and have nothing to back it up. The finance guys just deal with numbers on a screen or bits of paper, so a few cards held close to their chest is quite a luxury.

"Raise ten thousand," I say as I watch for reactions.

The play goes around the table with no real flinching, and everyone makes their bets. The dealer deals us the next card; the chance of a full house.

"Raise fifty thousand," I say as I (again) watch for blinking or twitches.

"Oh hell, I fold," the oil guy says as he throws his cards on the table.

A couple more fold and the pot gets raised, the finance guy makes a move and raises one hundred thousand.

"Raise two hundred thousand," I say, as I place my cards on the table.

The finance guy calls and I beat his straight with my flush. I am up four hundred thousand, and we start again. This hand is different altogether; even the oil guys are raising, big time. Only one guy has folded, and the stupid finance guy is still playing blind. _He is playing the market_ , I think to myself.

The pot is soon up to one point six million, and I am in for five hundred thousand. I'm sure my straight flush is enough to take the hand. The oil guys finally surrender and ditch their cards, I am soon in for just under a million.

There is one more raise and another call, I either have to bet big, or go all in. I'm just about to decide on my move, and I find myself making one very crucial error. I have (so far) blocked out my thoughts of Shona, and then she comes creeping into my mind.

I look at the cards, and they all become blurred, I go all in, and everything rests on the flop from the dealer. All I need is a four or a nine of clubs, and I will have a straight flush. This has to be my hand; I am now in for just over one million, and the finance guy hasn't flinched a muscle. _He should come and work for me!_

Thoughts of Shona enter my mind as the finance guy matches my bet and all eyes are on the dealer. They take the card and slowly begin to turn it over... I can see black as the card curls.

"Come on nine of clubs," I murmur under my breath.

The dealer finally flips the card, and it is the nine of clubs.

"Come on," I say as I flip my cards, "straight flush to the nine."

I mentally scoop up all the chips and the finance guy flips his cards one by one. My jaw begins to drop as his cards begin to appear. He has clubs, and his hand seems to be my worst nightmare.

"Holy crap, I don't believe it," I say, as he flips his cards to reveal a royal flush.

Only one card was needed by us both, and his royal flush has just utterly trounced my straight flush. _I surrender_ , I think to myself, Shona has entered my mind again, and there is no way I will be able to concentrate at this level.

Six hours later, and one point five million lighter in the bank balance... and I decide to call it a night. I congratulate the finance guy and tell him to come and look me up when he is in town, and I walk away from the table.

Patrick comes running up to me. "You want me to get you a room, Sir?" he asks.

"No, I am going home, my heart tonight, is in a different place."

_"Viva Las Vegas!"_

# Shona

_"That's it, I'm outta here!"_

I sit in my apartment looking at everything I have achieved, I have a beautiful place and beautiful furniture, but what does it all amount to in my life? _Fuck it all,_ I think to myself.

As I sit on the couch, I feel like my walls are closing in on me and decide to go out for a while, some fresh air and a drink will do me good. I'll be able to think a bit clearer than just being stuck in here.

As I walk, I reflect on my current situation. I have quit my job at the club and made my decent bank balance shrink quite a lot in the process; Tina was a great help and managed to let me go.

I've quit for Beau, and I have no Beau, _have I just gone and screwed myself big time?_

I look around me and realize I have walked about six blocks from my apartment. I can see across the street there is a bar. I decide to head in for a drink or two while I take the chill off my body.

Folly's Pub is the name, and I can see it is a true Irish place, and if there is anyone who knows how to drink to forget, it is the Irish. I will find myself in good hands.

I enter the pub and can see the tables are full of diners and the bar is being propped up by all sorts of men. I walk up to the bar and take an empty stool.

"What will it be?" the bartender asks.

"I need something strong, do you have any suggestions?' I reply as I glance at the bottles lined up behind the counter.

"Well Ma'am, if you want it straight or on the rocks, and you are looking for whiskey, I recommend the Bushmills, it is pretty mellow on the tongue," he replies.

I nod in appreciation of his recommendation. "Yep, okay then, give me a double on the rocks."

"Coming right up," he says in a broad, Irish accent.

I look at him and smile. "Thank you."

I start reading the menu on the bar, it looks highly impressive, and the dishes smell divine as the waiters pass behind me.

"Will you be wanting food Ma'am?" the waiter asks.

"No, no, I've eaten. I just need a drink, if you know what I mean," I say as I raise my glass to him.

"Aye Ma'am, I know just what you mean," he replies grinning at me.

I take a sip of my whiskey and the bartender is correct, it tastes sweet and mellow, and there is no harshness on the back of my throat like standard whiskey or bourbon usually has.

I sip and think of Beau, and how I can put everything right. My life is in tatters, and I have reduced myself to drinking to try and help me to understand everything, and to find a way forward, somehow.

I should feel free and alive, but I just find myself at the beginning of a journey that was not planned. Now, it seems to have no end in sight. It is Beau that is my savior, he can save me from myself, I know it, and I am sure he knows it. He might have some secrets, but we all have baggage in one form or another.

"Conor," the bartender says as he tops up my glass.

"Excuse me?" I ask.

"My name is Conor," he replies.

"Oh, sorry I was a million miles away in thought." I thank him for the top up.

"You're not from around this neck of the woods?" Conor asks.

"No, I am six blocks in, in... I am not sure which direction, but it is six blocks, down."

"Ah, I see, you're not one of those gangster girls, are you?" Conor laughs.

"Not at all, I am currently unemployed," I say.

"Is that the reason for drinking, or is it man problems?" he asks as he leans over the bar. "We get a lot in here with personal issues," he adds as he nods his head.

"Conor my new friend, I, unfortunately, have both," I say as I raise my glass and swallow down the rest of my drink.

"Ma'am, I said the Bushmills was mellow, I didn't say it was weak," Conor says as he pours me a single. It will creep up on you when that fresh air hits you," he comments.

"Thanks for the advice, I will make this one my last and then head home, I don't want to get lost." I laugh.

Conor looks into my eyes. "Ma'am, you should get a cab to be safe, some streets around here can be a bit iffy at this time of night."

"Iffy, what is that?" I ask, slightly confused.

"It means a bit suspect, some streets can be, you know, not very safe, if you know what I'm saying," he explains.

I watch as Conor goes and gives some more advice to other customers as he serves them. It dawns on me as I sip slowly on my glass just how lonely my life really is. I felt alone before while I had a little bit of Beau in my life, and a job. But now both have vanished from my life, and the worst thing about it is, it was my decision to end both.

"Conor, can I settle my bill please? I think I've had more than enough." I turn my empty glass onto the bar.

"No problem Ma'am," he replies as he hands me the bill.

I leave a bill on the table and I add a good tip for Conor; he seems a decent Irish guy who is full of honest conversation. I look for a cab, but the streets are a bit bare of traffic, so I decide to start walking. Conor was correct; the night air has hit me and the effect of the Bushmills has made me feel a little woozy.

I walk for a block, and I already think I have lost my bearings. I know I walked through a couple of alleys on the way to the bar, but I have no idea which ones they were. Now darkness has fallen they appear entirely different and a little _iffy_ , as Conor says.

I see one alley that has at least some lighting halfway down, so I will not be in total darkness. I start to walk and keep looking over my shoulder, just in case someone sneaks up behind me. As I reach halfway, I can see two guys walk in the alley in front of me, and I feel panic hit me. I know they have no intention of just passing me by, and I know I am in trouble.

I pause underneath the light and look around for something to use as a weapon; I watch as the guys get closer to me and I think of running, but if I turn my back I will be vulnerable.

I start to take some steps back as the two guys get closer to me and quicken their step. I freeze as they reach me and one of them grabs my arm.

One reaches into his pocket and pulls out a knife. "Don't fucking scream," he says as he holds his finger to his mouth.

I hear a voice from behind me. It says, "Oy, you pricks, let the lady go."

I quickly glance back and I can see Conor approaching with a baseball bat in his hand.

"I will repeat, 'let the lady go, you pair of cunts,'" he snarls as he raises the bat.

The guys turn their attention to Conor and hold the knife toward him. Conor continues to them and shows no sign of fear.

"Don't be so stupid, you will fucken regret it," he says as he swings the bat, the knife flies from the guy's hand as the bat gives a sickening thud against his elbow.

Conor swings the bat again and the second man doesn't see it coming as it hits him just above the ear.

"Go on with ya, feck off before I do some real damage," Conor says threatening the guys with the bat, "never fuck with the Irish," he adds finally.

I stand and watch as they go skulking off down the alleyway. "Conor, I don't know what to say, but you've saved my life," I say as I throw my arms around him.

Conor puts his arms around my shoulder and helps me walk down the alley. "Well, Ma'am, I know only too well, what it feels like to become lost, and be so far away from home."

_"That's it, I'm outta here!"_

# Beau

_"Reality doesn't really bite."_

I had a crappy night in Vegas, but it was only money, and that loss will teach me a lesson. Never let a good woman stand between you and a game of poker. I might not have won, but I might not have lost so much.

One thing I started to realize is, it is a possibility Shona could be out of my life forever. The original reason for my Vegas trip was, I have a fear of real commitment on a big level... so I had to run away.

I have been a dick, I have to put it right, and I have to see Shona. There's no other way around it, and the only place I can do this is at the club, later tonight.

I sit in my office and can see the market going haywire, and I have some information that can bag me a couple of million before lunch, but I just stare at the time waiting for the club to be open.

I sit in silence and the phone rings. "Beau, are we doing any deals today?" Robin asks.

"It's not a good day for me, I don't want to make any errors in judgment, just do some small deals to keep our foot in. Just use it as a day of reconnaissance. As soon as I get my head clear, we will strike big," I reply as I hang up the phone.

I have the urge to leave, but I have no urge to go home. I'm not really sure what I want to do, apart from push the time forward until five pm, and then head to the club.

I turn off the screen and kick off my shoes and think of everything that has gone on. I know Shona has deep feelings for me, but I am not sure if she knows how much I love her. I then have the situation where she says she's unable to meet me on Mondays, which totally confuses me.

Shona came to me and we had some great sex, and then I went AWOL, _God am I really that stupid with women?_

With my Monday girl?

Whatever happens, it's a situation that needs remedying for both our sakes. If Shona feels anything like I do at this moment, she will think her life is in an absolute state of fucking torment, never mind turmoil.

I look at the clock, it's three forty and I call Robin. "Robin, wrap up for the day there and head back to the office, I'm off early I have an engagement I have to keep," I say.

"Sure thing, Boss, there's not much happening anywhere, I will leave reports on your desk for the morning," Robin replies as I hang up the phone.

I pass by the reception and tell them to have a car at home for five thirty sharp; I want to be at the club, to hopefully meet Shona before she enters. I make my way home and have a quick shower and a change of clothes, then I pour myself a quick drink while I wait for the car to arrive... and to steady my nerves which are torn to shreds.

I hear the car come and the driver enters the kitchen. "Ready when you are, Sir," the driver says.

"To the club and be quick," I reply as I slide into the back seat.

I continually look at my watch, and it appears time is standing still; just when you want something to happen, it goes in the opposite direction.

We enter the old dock area and drive to the front of the club. I instruct the driver to wait, and I make my way around the back to the entrance the girls use when they enter. I watch all the girls arrive and look at my watch; it's now five forty-five, and any longer and Shona will be late. I wonder if she has gone through the front, so I quickly ask the driver. He shakes his head and tells me that no girls have gone in from the front door.

I run back to the rear entrance and watch as the time ticks by and there is still no sign of Shona. Fuck, it's six ten, and panic hits me, _I wonder if she's hurt herself... or something worse?_

At six-thirty, I have to accept that Shona maybe inside or that something has happened. I slowly walk back to the driver and tell him to wait for me.

"I am going inside, just wait here," I say as my shoulders slump.

"Right you are, Boss," the driver says as he waits for me.

I slowly walk into the club and scan my gaze over the sea of faces, in case I missed Shona. I can see no sign of her, so I approach the bar and pull up a stool.

"Have you seen Shona yet this evening?" I ask the bartender.

"No, I haven't seen her, she's usually early on Mondays," he replies.

"Damn, I've come in especially to see her," I mutter.

"Excuse me, Sir, maybe Tina or Cally know where she is?" he says.

"Can you ask Tina to come and see me when she has a moment please?"

"Of course, Sir, no problem at all," he replies.

I sit sipping on my drink and continually glance around the large room in case Shona is just out of view, or if she's out the back getting changed. I glance at the clock and see it's nearly seven-thirty, I'm sure something drastic has happened to her.

"Tina has just arrived, and she asks if you can go into her office, she needs to talk to you in private," the bartender explains.

The bartender leads me to Tina's office located behind the bar. I enter the room and can instantly see she has a two-way mirror and one desk is full of security screens.

"You can never be too careful; we have the girls to protect," Tina explains as she sees me looking at the cameras. "Please Beau, take a seat," Tina says as she gestures to a red leather chair.

I sit close to her desk and listen as she begins to tell me what has transpired.

"Beau, Shona no longer works here," she says.

"But why? How did that happen and when?" I ask with concern all over my face.

"Well Beau, the reason is you, and I'm sure you can understand why she has done it?" Tina asks.

I lean forward. "She did tell me she was no longer able to see me, but I didn't know she meant she was no longer going to work here."

"She is a good girl and has too many emotions flooding through her. Between you and me, I think she was brave and made the right decision," Tina whispers.

"I know, I've seen that in her, I just want to make things go right between us," I reply.

"Lastly, I'm not sure where she managed to get so much money from to buy her way out of the organization," Tina informs me.

"What, you mean she didn't just leave, she paid to leave?" I ask Tina in surprise.

"It was the only way she was allowed to leave; she paid eight hundred thousand in cash for the privilege, so she values her decision," Tina explains in detail.

I listen more about Shona and her decision to leave the club from all the information that Tina explains. I know now, that I might have just ruined a perfect relationship. I had to find her to let her know.

"Do you know where Shona lives?" I ask Tina as I stand from the chair.

"Sorry, I don't, but Cally knows where she lives, and she is on duty now, I can see her on the camera. She's just gone into one of the dance cubicles, so in around three minutes she will be finished. Cubicle Seven," Tina explains.

"Thanks Tina, your conversation has been most enlightening," I say as I exit the office.

I wait close to the bar and wait for Cally to finish her lap dance. I watch as the door opens after a few minutes and she walks toward the rear curtain of the club.

"Cally," I call.

"Hey Beau, what can I do for you?" Cally asks.

"I know you know. I've just spoken to Tina and I need to know where Shona lives, please," I say.

Cally gives me the address, and I begin to walk from the club. "Look after her Beau," Cally says.

"That Cally, is my only intention," I reply as I head from the club with a new smile lighting up my face.

_"Reality doesn't really bite."_

# Shona

_"Life's a gamble!"_

I watch as the wheel spins, and the ball is released, it becomes hypnotic trying to force the ball into the number you want. I woke from a dream last night that I had won at the casino. Being slightly superstitious, I have acted on it and come to the Diamond Queen Hotel and Casino. It's a swanky joint and is one of only a handful of places you can gamble without heading out to Vegas.

"Come on red seven," I whisper to myself as the ball slowly falls into the number holes and pips and pops around until it finally settles.

"Red seven," the dealer calls as he shoves my winnings in my direction.

I have won again, not big bets, I am sticking with the minimum since I left the club. I have to watch the pennies, but one night of fun and a limited budget is a good way to let off a bit of steam. I've so far won... just under three hundred and fifty dollars, so I am quite pleased with myself. I take a break and head over to the bar for a slight refreshment.

I slip onto one of the black and chrome stools. "White wine spritzer please," I tell the bartender.

"Coming right up," he replies.

As he serves my drink, I can see him looking past me back into the direction of the tables. I swivel around on my stool and can see a throng of people gathering on the far side of the casino.

"Whats happening there?" I ask the bartender.

"That's the highroller game tables, it looks like something has kicked off, and there is big money in tonight," he replies.

Not one for missing out on fun, I grab my glass and make my way through the tables to where the poker game is underway. I weave through the crowd to the edge of the table and see the stack of chips, there must be a few hundred thousand already, and all the players are still holding.

I glance around at the players, there is a guy in a Stetson puffing on a large cigar, he is seated next to a younger man who looks like he was an online poker player. He is trying his hand at the real thing. A couple more non-descript players, and then, at the far end of the table, is Beau.

Oh my god... Beau!

_Geez, of all the places I could bump into him, and it has to be here,_ I think to myself.

I watch the players as they make their final bets and can see that Beau is looking at me smiling, without his focus being on the game. Beau gestures me to go to his end of the table, so I weave my way past the crowd and stand behind him.

"Fancy seeing you here," Beau whispers as he throws in two stacks of chips.

I bend forward and whisper in his ear, "I was just thinking the same, and tonight was supposed to be my lucky night!"

Beau looks at me and giggles. "It may still be, and if you are lucky, it may be my lucky night as well."

The table makes the final pass, and the dealer slowly turns the last card. Six of diamonds; a few of the players throw in their cards and the Stetson guy and Beau sit looking at each other and grin.

Beau turns his cards and reveals a full house, and the Stetson guy seems a little upset that his flush was just not enough to win.

"See, I said you could be lucky for me," Beau says as the dealer collects the chips and pushes them to Beau's side of the table.

Beau speaks to the dealer that he is out for a while, and the Stetson guy is really pissed he has no chance to try and win his money back. We grab a table and the waiter brings us fresh drinks from the bar. I look at Beau, and all the feelings I have for him come flooding back. He is still so god-damn handsome, it makes me just want to jump his bones right now... and by the way he is looking at the split in my black dress, I am sure he is thinking the same.

"You playing more?" I ask as I place my glass on the table.

"Not now, I was playing to take my mind off you, and now you are here. I will have no focus, you just fill my mind and nothing else can compete," he replies smiling, using his sexiest tone.

"I know what you mean, I've just won three hundred and fifty, and there is just no way I can go back and try and win more," I reply laughing.

"So, then," we both say together.

He lets me speak. "You want to do something really daring?" I ask Beau as I sip on my drink.

He looks at me with a glint in his eye. "What do you have in mind?"

"Get a room, and you will find out!" I say with a wink.

Beau raises his hand, and the concierge comes running over like a well-trained dog. "Yes Sir," he asks as he bows to Beau's level.

"Can you get me room?" The concierge runs off to the reception.

We enter the room, and I immediately tug at Beau's belt, I want him so bad, no toys or anything. I just want him inside me. I push Beau back to the bed, and he slides off his pants and removes his shirt. I stand before him and slip off my slinky black dress. His eyes are fixed on my ample breasts, as I lean forward and step out from my white lace panties.

Beau goes to sit, and I place my hand on his chest and push him back to the bed. I run my hand over his stomach and softly wrap my hand around his growing cock. I can feel his pulse, as his cock becomes engorged and fully erect.

I smile at him as I lower my head and flick the tip of my tongue over the head of his cock. He sighs with pleasure, and I feel his body tremble under my touch. I wrap my hot lips under the head of his cock and slide my mouth down the length of his shaft.

"Jesus Shona, I miss this," Beau says as he grabs a handful of my hair.

I feel him push my head as I bob up and down, my tight mouth sucking his massive manhood as his body wriggles from receiving the ultimate pleasure.

I climb onto the bed and straddle Beau, his huge cock standing before me. I take it in my hand and wriggle my hips forward and slide the head of his cock between my wet pussy. I rest one hand on his chest and my other guides his cock inside me.

My head slumps forward, and my long hair falls over Beau's face. I lower my hips, and as his cock fills me, Beau takes my nipples into his mouth.

"Beau, your cock just fits me like... oh, God," I say as I rock my hips against his body.

I grab Beau's hair and push his head back to the bed; my hips rise and fall, and I feel Beau place his hands on my hips. He pushes and pulls, and his body merges into the same rhythm as mine. Our bodies thrust against each other as we make love as if it is our first time.

"Beau, fuck me, I need you to fuck me." I sit and arch my back and caress my heaving breasts.

I tease my hard nipples between my fingers and my hips writhe and squirm on Beau's cock; he raises hips toward me, and his cock fills my wet pussy. I squirm and scream in pleasure and I can sense my body is about to explode in a rainbow of sensations.

I push my hips back and feel my clit rubbing against the immense girth of his cock. Now, my pussy begins to ignite into a raging inferno as Beau's cock slides and stimulates me.

"Fuck me doggy Beau," I whisper in his ear.

I remove myself from Beau and rest on my hands and knees. Beau spreads my legs and slides his enormous cock back into my wanting pussy. He pushes his hips forward as I bite into the pillow. My screams are muffled as he penetrates me harder and harder.

_It's pure heaven._

I grab the pillow with both hands as my body warms to the touch of his cock, and I can feel I am becoming showered in sensations which render my body numb. Beau drives his cock deeper into me, and I can feel his body tense; he's close to releasing himself deep inside me.

My body receives Beau as his thrusts become shorter and his breath deepens, then his body releases his seed as my whole body quivers and aches. I too, reach my final destination.

I roll on the bed and gaze into his eyes, he looks back at me passionately. "Well Shona, it appears as if it was both of our lucky nights" he coos.

_"Life's a gamble!"_

# Beau

_"Luck is a lady..."_

I feel like ladyluck has actually been on my side this evening, I managed to win back half of what I lost in Vegas, and even better... I bumped into Shona when I least expected her. I had gone to the Diamond Queen to block out the sadness I felt when I went to Shona's apartment, and she was not there. I'd waited in the back of the limousine, but she never appeared.

I was losing hope of seeing her again, but I knew deep down Shona was not the kind of woman that stays off the radar for very long. She just gives off too much of an aura, and everyone is drawn to her. We've just finished some of the nicest sex we've ever had; just the two of us, without any distraction of domination or submission. Our bodies had become entwined, and our rhythm had become one. It felt like we were like twin flames at the very height of our passion.

Shona nuzzles her head against my chest as I wrap my arm around her, and pull her closer to me. "We have traveled a rocky road so far," I say in her ear.

"You can say that again, every time we seem to get things sorted, there always appears to be another god-damned obstacle." Shona runs her fingers over my chest.

"I went to your apartment to speak to you, but there was no sign of you?" I say to Shona.

"Ah, that's probably when I was in Folly's Pub. I went for a walk and ended up getting a bit worse for wear!" Shona says as she snuggles closer to me.

"Folly's Pub, huh? The home for lost souls," I reply with a chuckle.

Shona lifts her head. "You know Folly's Pub?"

I smile back at her. "It's my business to know everything. I had a developer who wanted that area and Folly stood her ground, he offered her ten million, and she still turned him down," I explain.

"Good for her, it's an excellent place. And Conor the bartender is such a lifesaver..." she begins telling me.

"Why?" I ask.

"Well, I got quite familiar with the mellow taste of Bushmills and as Conor said, 'watch for the fresh air.' I went outside and wham, it hits me. There were no cabs, so I started to walk and found myself halfway down a dark alley where nobody goes, or anyone with sense doesn't go," Shona continues.

"And what happened?" I ask inquisitively.

"Well, two guys started walking toward me and pulled out a knife, he went all _gung ho_ on their asses and battered them with a baseball bat, and then he escorted me home," she says finally.

"Damn, he deserves a medal, you were lucky. That area back toward the wharf can be full of not so savory characters at night," I reply, thankful she's safe in my arms, now.

"I know that now, and when you take me to Folly's next time, we will take a cab." She laughs.

"You trying to set up a date?" I ask.

"Well, a woman does have to keep her options open," Shona says with a smile.

"Now, being serious, we need to discuss what is going to happen to us?" I say to Shona.

"Well, my women's intuition says we need to discuss the past before we look forward." She props herself up on her arm.

"A fair point, you want to go first, or shall I?" I ask.

"The pleasure is all yours, spill your guts, Beau Boy," she says with a laugh.

"Firstly, from the very first moment I saw you I was hooked, and these feelings have only gotten stronger," I explain.

"Go on Big Boy, tell momma all about it!"

"The night you said you could no longer see me, well that was a nightmare for me. I was utterly distraught, it was like my world had ended," I explain in more detail.

"Wow Beau, this conversation could be going somewhere," Shona says as she pokes me in the ribs, playfully.

"Then, as you know, I also got a bit drunk, and I also took a trip to Vegas to clear my mind... and that did not end well for me," I say as I grimace at the thought of it.

"Why? What happened? You never walked down a dark alley?" Shona giggles.

"I wish I had, I joined a high-stakes poker game and got wiped out. As soon as I thought of you, my game just went out the window," I say.

"And the result was... do I need to ask?" she says screwing her nose up, waiting for my reply.

"One point five million," I say quickly and quietly.

"Jesus Beau, are you out of your mind?" Shona asks.

"You are a fine one to talk, Missy. I had a little chat with Tina when I went looking for you," I make a point of saying.

"Oh, my bad," Shona replies as she blushes.

"Your bad definitely, you pay nearly a million to the club to leave?" I ask.

"Well, it was for a good cause when you look at it," Shona says regaining her composure.

"And what good reason is that?" I ask as if confused.

"Beau, I did it for you, do you not see that?" she says as she kisses me softly.

"Why? I mean how does it benefit me?" I ask.

"I thought you were the smart one, how can our relationship move forward if I see other clients, and I only get to see you on Mondays, that is no future?" Shona explains.

"You have a good point, an excellent point, infact. So now, it's your turn to spill your guts," I say as I look into Shona's eyes.

"Well, so far, my tale is pretty damn similar to yours. I was attracted to you from the start and was pissed you never approached me at the club sooner," Shona explains.

"Go on then, there is more?" I ask grinning.

I can sense Shona feels a little embarrassed to be in this situation, and she looks so cute when she is vulnerable.

"Well, my feelings became intense pretty quickly, and when we met on Mondays, I was not treating you as a client. I was treating you as if you were mine," she replies.

"So, you were hooked from the start?" I murmur.

"Watch your ego, you are not all that, and don't forget it," she replies laughing and tickling me.

"I had a couple of heart to hearts with my friend David, and then with Cally, that is why I came to see you. I came for you, but we never finalized anything. That became the end for me at the club, I knew there was no way I was able to continue, I was an emotional wreck," she explains in detail.

"It looks like we are both in a bit of a mess with each other, and if we don't do something about it, we will be bankrupt within a couple of months," I say laughing and with a wink.

"So, now the past is all but done and out of the way, what do you propose?" she asks as she kisses my chest.

"It looks like you are getting me ready for sex again, or is that just my imagination," I say as I watch Shona run her hand down my body.

"We can, but there are things that need to be answered first. I just want to let you know, you have me already," Shona says as her hand slips under the bedsheet.

"I have you now, and you had me from the very beginning," I say as I place my hands over my head.

"Who is ready for round two? God, you look beautifully relaxed and not keen to talk more," she says as she slaps my stomach.

"Slapping gets you into trouble, you know that, so be careful," I say in a soft, seductive tone.

"There is no need for slapping as long as two people really care for each other, then sex becomes real lovemaking." Shona kisses my stomach. "You know what I mean?" she adds.

I know exactly what she means, and I have to tell her how I really feel. It's not fair if we both leave this room without having a good understanding of where we can go in the future. I want to tell her, but I don't want it to sound like I am just saying it as a token gesture. I mean it, I really do.

"Shona, I have thought about it a lot, and I have something crucial to tell you," I say as I wrap my arms around her again.

"What is that Beau?" she replies.

"Shona, I really do love you," I say as I kiss her on the lips.

Shona kisses me back tenderly. "You really mean that?"

I look deep into her eyes. "I have never been more serious!"

_"Luck is a lady..."_

# Shona

_"Woo hooo!"_

Beau and I did a lot more talking, and we made love again, twice. Once we'd finished our mini-sexathon, we chatted about the future, and I told Beau of my dream.

When we finally left the Diamond Queen, we arranged to meet later at Beau's office, and I was to present him with a full run down of my plan.

I'd headed home and climbed into bed for a few hours of well deserved and blissful sleep. I woke at eleven am and had a cold refreshing shower. I had to wear something a little classy as I expected Beau's offices to be rather posh.

I spend ten minutes rifling through my closet, because I know somewhere... I have a power-dressing skirt suit. But so far, I am having no luck finding it. I give up and just opt for a plain skirt and a light blouse with a jacket.

As Beau had advised, the car was waiting downstairs to take me to his office. The driver holds the rear door open, and I slip onto the black leather seat of the limousine. The driver pulls slowly away from the curb, and he joins the stream of traffic trying to head downtown.

Once we are out of my neighborhood I begin to look at all the tall buildings which line the main city streets. I have no idea where Beau's office is, or what the building is like.

"What are Beau's offices like? I ask the driver.

"Charles Ma'am, just call me Charles. Hmm, and the offices are quite modest considering," Charles explains.

"What part of downtown are they located in?" I ask as I lean on the window to talk to the driver.

Charles giggles and looks in the rear-view mirror. "You have no idea do you, Ma'am, his office is not in the city," Charles explains.

"Where the hell is it?" I ask.

"It is about ten miles from the city center in the countryside. It is a two-storey building in its own grounds," he replies.

"Damn, I was just expecting one of these skyscrapers to be his," I reply as I slump back in the seat.

"Well Ma'am, I hope you are not disappointed in his little place." Charles laughs.

We head out of the city, and we join the highway; I watch as the buildings go from hi-rise monoliths to one or two storey, flat top buildings... and I can see grass, lots of grass.

The driver pulls away from the highway and turns up a narrow lane as he slows the car. He turns into a driveway and punches a security code into a pad. The large gates open and he winds his way through the trees, and we eventually come out to a parking lot.

From what I can see, the building is shaped like the letter S, and the whole of one side on the second floor is glass. No frames or apparent means of support, it is just glass. As I step from the car, I can spot which I guess is Beau's office, it only seems to have one window and overlooks the front of the property.

"Follow me, Ma'am. I will escort you to his office," Charles says as he leads me toward the lobby.

I follow Charles into the reception and we pass through security which would not be out of place in an airport.

"A bit of overkill isn't it?" I say as I clear the scanners.

"Not at all Ma'am, Beau is concerned about security leaks, he had a problem with the government snooping or trying to plant a mole. So, since then we have this, and no cell phones for staff are allowed inside," he explains as we head to a small elevator.

We arrive on the second floor and walk through a glass atrium toward the glass-made office at the end. I am impressed, the office takes up the whole corner and is just glass for the two walls. One in my direction, and the second in the area where all of Beau's financial gurus are housed.

Charles opens the door, and I enter Beau's office. "Very nice indeed," I comment as I look at the stone-fossilized panels that make up the one wall.

"I am glad you like it, there are too many eyes and ears in the city, it's much nicer and safer here," Beau explains.

"So, shall we get started?" I ask Beau.

"Sure, let's go to the meeting room," he replies.

Beau stops and whispers something to a young kid with shaved hair, and then continues to the conference room.

"It's a hell of a setup, that's for sure," I say in awe of the place.

I turn as the door opens and in walks the young kid followed by a girl with a tray of coffee. "Shona, meet Taylor, he is an intern, and is one smart guy, he can run rings around this lot out there," he explains.

Taylor sits at the table and opens his laptop and starts tapping on the keys. "Right Shona, show me what you've got," Beau says.

I open my folder and show him all the research I have completed. All along, my plan was to open a jazz club in the Docklands, but my plan had been changed after I'd paid to leave the club.

"Well, you sure have done your homework, but you may be in for a shock at your final calculation, you are just out by a small margin," Beau explains as he smiles at me.

I have to accept what he says is true, he has billions, and I have a couple of a hundred grand, at best.

"I'm not saying what you have here is wrong, but there is another option which could be better for you," Beau says, leaving me confused.

"I'm not sure what you mean, but go on, I'm all ears," I reply as I get ready to scribble notes.

"Hey, forget the notes, we have all the info you will ever need," Beau says as he passes me a Turkish-delight coffee.

I prepare myself for a lecture where at the end of it I will be disheartened because I can no longer afford to put any money into my project.

"Go on Taylor, take it away, and call her 'Shona,' she's with me."

"First off Shona, your proposed building was on the wrong side of the Docklands, that is already developed, and the property prices are over inflated. Next road access is dire at best. There is no link to the highway, and for the foreseeable future, there is not likely to be any," Taylor explains.

"How do you know all this?" I ask.

"I will explain later," Beau says.

"Well, the second problem with the building is that it's not big enough, the acoustics will not be very good, and you have no extra room for guests who want to get away from the music. And lastly, you have no provision for a VIP area," Taylor continues.

"Oh, so my homework was not very good then?" I ask with some embarrassment.

"Far from it, what you have prepared is excellent," Taylor explains, "we just have a bit more insight into things you would never find out," he adds.

"So, you like what you have heard so far?" Beau asks.

"Of course, but it's out of my league, well now it is," I reply.

"Minor details... so, are you ready?" Beau asks.

"What for?" I reply, totally befuddled.

"I have something I want you to see, let's call it a surprise," he says as he takes my arm.

We head off in the limousine and Beau will not tell me where we are going. I finally see we are in the South Docklands.

"What are we doing here?" I ask.

"There, what do you think of that?" he says with a huge grin.

I turn and look behind me, there is a three-storey building right by the water's edge. I can see workmen ripping out old wood and trucks arriving with new materials.

"It used to be an old mill, and it's the right size for what you and your club need," Beau explains, "and this part of the dock is going to have significant development over the next twelve months. Highway access will be just over there," he adds as he points a short distance.

"It all sounds nice, but I can never afford this, not now, but the building is gorgeous," I reply.

"I am glad you like it, it's yours," Beau says, as I turn in shock.

"You've bought the building for me?" I ask as I open my arms and throw them around Beau.

"But what about my shortfall on the finances?" I ask as I feel my heart sag a little.

"It's okay, I have funded it," Beau says as he puts his arm around my shoulder.

"Which part have you funded?" I ask.

"The whole god-damned project. Shona, you have hit on a killer of an idea," Beau says as he kisses me on the cheek. "I love you!"

_"Woo hooo!"_

# Beau

_"Coming together is better than ice cream."_

I was happy Shona liked the building, I had to make a snap decision, because the information I'd received about the area was going to be released. The whole Docklands would have been snapped up by tacky condo developers who would have totally ruined the vibe of the area.

Although I had bought the building for Shona (and that was my initial intention) I forgot to tell her I had bought the whole block on either side. I was happy knowing her club wouldn't have much competition to start with.

I was dragged around many stores and importers were looking for furnishings that would fit her design brief. Although it was fun, I had to leave Shona up to her own devices. I had a business to keep an eye on, and I was constantly updated, if not by Shona, by Greg, the foreman in charge of the construction.

Time was getting on, and we'd made a few small killings on the market, I was even being pestered to sell some of the property in the Docklands. Yep, it already looks as if I'm onto a winner with that project.

I look at the clock and realize I'm going to be late, I had promised Shona we would go out to dinner upstate. I'd heard of an auction that was taking place tomorrow and wanted to get up there tonight to cherry pick the best items.

Shona had the idea for the club being in the style of an old court room, and as luck would have it, a town a couple of hundred miles away was having their place remodeled. They were selling off all of their old furnishings. Even though I had traveled by helicopter millions of times, I still got a thrill from it.

I arrive at Shona's apartment, and she is ready on the sidewalk. I open the car door, and she slips herself into the passenger seat.

"So, where is this big secret you are taking me to, now?" Shona asks.

"I will tell you in about five minutes, we are nearly at the first step."

I glance at Shona and can she's confused, we've only driven for ten minutes and we are just by pier twenty-one.

"There is nothing here," she says as we step out from the car, "what's that noise?" she adds.

"That is our ride," I say as we walk around the side of the building.

I look at the surprise on Shona's face as she sees the helicopter. "Now do you want to tell me?" she asks.

"We, my dear, are off to Concord in New Hampshire," I say with a grin.

"What the hell is in Concord, New Hampshire?" she shouts as we climb into the helicopter.

"Stuff for the club," I shout back.

Shona nods in agreement, and I'm unsure she heard what I was saying. Shona signals on her wrist how long we will be and I try to make her understand we will be flying for one and a half hours.

We finally lift off and fit the headphones so we're able to communicate a little better.

"What's in Concord, tell me, you know I hate things being kept a secret?" she shouts.

"Okay, just this once, there is an auction tomorrow of some old-style furnishings, I thought it could be good for the club?" I reply.

"There are loads of old furnishings in the city, why travel all the way up here?" she asks, looking confused.

"These are ordinary furnishings, it's an old courthouse that's being gutted, and they have the jury seats and everything, none of it has been touched yet," I explain over the hum of the engines.

"Holy guacamole, that's fantastic, just what we needed," she shouts.

"It's a rare opportunity for things like this," I scream as we begin our descent toward the Concord airfield.

We get out from the helicopter and climb into the waiting car which drives us toward the Concord town center. I've arranged for a quick bite to eat at the Barley House which is conveniently located close to the Courthouse.

We enter the bar, and my eyes are instantly drawn to the many black and white photos which line the wall opposite the oak bar. It has mountains of bottles stacked up behind it. We reach the table and look over the menu.

"Well, it's sort of an Irish Pub, so I'm going for the Smithwick's Premium Irish Ale," I say as I begin to browse over the food.

"I will have a Captain Stormy drink, that should last me," Shona replies as she turns to the food.

As we order the drinks, we are recommended the Dublin Burger which we both decide on. A large meal might be too much, on top of the drinks, and a bumpy helicopter ride.

The burgers arrive, and they are huge. They are topped with creamy blue cheese, crispy onions, roasted capsicum, and a whiskey gravy. They are more than delicious. We chat some more and try to think of a name for the club.

"How about The Courthouse, that is quite apt, because we may get some of the stuff from there," Shona says as she takes a huge bite of her burger.

"It's worth putting on the shortlist, it's catchy and very different," I reply as I sip on my ale.

We can see outside that night is drawing in, and we should be getting to the court before it gets too late. As we walk across the square the first signs of rain start to appear, and we dash for cover. We enter the courthouse and begin to check all the items which are being sold.

I watch as Shona examines all of the furniture and is trying to picture how it will fit in.

"I can see it, all of these seats can run around the outer wall, and we just have a table with chairs in the center. The jury seats we can have like a split level area that faces the stage from either side, what do you think?"

I smile. "It sounds like a good idea and very different, especially once everyone realizes they are originals and not custom made."

"What about the judge's table?" Shona asks.

"Picture yourself on the stage, what do you see? One is people, and two is the sound and light place. So, if we have it exposed rather than hidden, it can be above head height and it will still look like a judge's bench," I explain.

"What a cool idea, and it's large enough to have 'The Courthouse,' written on it somehow," Shona replies excitedly.

We place reserved placards on all the items we want to purchase, and I arrange to have my guy come up tomorrow to finalize the deal. We head off back to the helicopter and climb aboard as the rain starts. Shona puts her hand in her pocket and pulls out her cell phone.

"I have had eight missed calls from Cally, something must be wrong," Shona says.

I watch as Shona dials Cally's number. "Hello, Cally, what's wrong," Shona shouts. "I can't hear very well, I am in a helicopter," she adds.

"You have what? God, no... you have been abused at the club?" Shona asks.

"They did what? thank god you are okay," Shona says as she looks at me.

I feel worried as I look at her face.

"Some guy, new in town, has just given Cally a really rough time at the club," Shona says to me. "He was drunk and kept pestering for Cally while she was with other clients, he couldn't accept he had to wait," Shona explains.

Shona raises her finger as Cally speaks.

"Of course, I will come straight there, we will be back in around two hours," she shouts into the phone.

"Did they call the cops?" I ask.

"They have, and they've taken him to the station, she says the guy was kicking up a real fuss. He was hammered before he went with her. What makes it worse is that Cally was also a bit drunk, she had an empty stomach, so she was a bit out of it," Shona explains.

I feel myself sink, thinking of poor Cally.

"She said the guy's name was Ty or something like that, I wasn't able to hear properly," Shona says.

"Shona, I need to tell you something important, right now," I say as the limousine arrives at the club.

"I need Tina to get better security."

_"Coming together is better than ice cream."_

# Shona

_"A friend is just fine."_

I step out of the limousine and Beau said he was going to head to the station to see the guy who treated Cally so badly, and see what else he could find out about what happened.

I stand and watch as the limo turns around the corner and Beau vanishes from sight. I quickly move to the rear of the club and enter into the entrance, and I am met by a few of the girls who try to tell me what happened.

"Where is Cally?" I ask.

"She is in Tina's office," Charlotte replies.

I quickly run through the back and exit the curtain by the side of the main room. As I pass the bar, I can see overturned tables and smashed glass strewn across the floor. _Holy shit, it's like a war zone._

I knock on the door and enter Tina's office and can see Cally who is sitting on the leather couch. Her head is bowed, and I can hear her sobbing uncontrollably.

"Cally, I am here now, everything will be okay," I say as I lift her chin with my finger.

"Oh, God Shona, it was horrible, I have never experienced anything like that," Cally sobs.

"Calm down, just breathe deep," I say soothingly.

I go to the bathroom and take a bowl of warm water and a cloth with some antiseptic. I can already see Cally has rope burns on her arms and her ankles. I pour some antiseptic in the water and dip the cloth and slowly pat where the marks from the ropes have been left.

"Fuck, that hurts," Cally says as I gently pat the burns.

"The sting will not last long, it'll soothe and kill any infection," I reply.

"I am so glad you are back, where have you been?" Cally asks, still with tears streaming down her swollen face.

"Beau and I went up to Concord, New Hampshire, to have a look at some things for the new club," I explain.

Cally looks at me confused. "Maybe I banged my head, or because I felt drunk, um, but I'm sure the guy said his name was Ty."

"So, tell me what happened from the start." I smile, trying to calm her.

Cally explains she arrived late and hadn't been able to eat anything, and she could see that her first client was Clint. Knowing that, she knocked back a double whiskey to dull her senses a little. She ran through her meeting with Clint, and as always, he made her feel repulsed, so she knocked back another double.

By this time this other guy has walked into the club and was propping the bar up knocking back his own fair share of doubles.

"Every time I walked past him, he grabbed my arm, and I explain he will have to wait until my regulars are finished with. But this just made him angry."

"Okay keep going, then..."

"In around twenty minutes, I will be available," I say to him. I can hear in his voice he is pissed, he said, 'I will just have to fucking wait then!'"

"So, what happened after this?" I ask Cally.

"Well, I was delayed with the other client, and then strolled to the bar," Cally explains.

"And what did he say?" I ask.

"He was pissed off, and no better for drinking, his speech had become slurred slightly as he waited the final twenty minutes before he could take me to the room," Cally replies.

Cally explains further that she had another few drinks with the mystery guy and began to feel the effects, really badly.

"We went into one of the rooms, and I turned toward him. I stepped closer to him and began to open his shirt."

"Carry on," I say.

"He grabbed my blouse and ripped it open before tugging at my skirt," Cally says as she sobs.

"And? It's okay, he's gone now," I comfort her with my calming tone.

"He sees the rope and ties it around my breasts and pulls my arms behind me and fastens my wrists together. Um, like that Japanese type of BDSM we've seen," Cally replies.

"What did he do then?" I ask.

"Once my wrists were tied he tied my hair and pulled it back to my wrists, so my head was tilted backward," she continues.

Cally then explains how he stood on the bed and made her suck his cock as he pulled on the ropes which dug into her wrists and under her breasts. He then rolled her onto her front where she supported herself by tilting her head to the side.

"My mind was a bit fuzzy, and I kept calling him 'Beau,' he knelt behind me on the bed and fingered me until I came. And my body exploded as he rammed his fingers fast and hard into my pussy," Cally explains in detail. "I was aroused in a weird kinda way."

"And there's more?" I ask.

"Hell yes, as much as my wrists hurt, I was enjoying myself. I said for him to tie my ankles and spread my legs. He tied the rope around me and tied me to the corners of the bed really tight, and there was no way I was able to move." Cally starts to sob again.

I comfort her and dab the warm water over the marks around the underside of her breast.

"I was totally locked down and was only supported by the side of my head, so when he grabbed his hard cock and rubbed it against my pussy, I wanted him so bad after he had made me cum with his fingers," Cally continues.

"Okay, I understand, babe."

"The effects of the alcohol had made everything blurred, 'fuck me, Beau, fuck me hard like you fuck Shona,' I remember myself saying," Cally adds.

"It's okay, just take a breath," I say comforting her.

"I think this made him angry and he thrust his cock harder into my wetness and slapped my ass, then my body started to rock and quiver as he tugged on the ropes. The rope dug into my wrists and he pulled my hair as I felt his hand crash down onto the soft skin of my ass," Cally says, as she relives the ordeal.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie."

"I could feel the burning in my wrists, and they hurt, 'fuck me harder Beau,' I said as my pussy spread under the size of his cock. I pulled against the rope, and my ankles rubbed against the rope harder."

"Okay..." I hold her arm as she goes on, explaining.

"My body wriggled around on the bed as he slapped my ass and grabbed my hips, he shoved his cock deep inside me, and I could feel my body close to bursting into flames of passion," she says.

"And you finished?" I ask.

"Well, he thrust faster and faster, and my pussy felt like it was on fire. My ass stung as he slapped me harder and harder. I could not move yet because I was turned on so much. My legs were spread wide as the beast inside of him took full control over my body," Cally says as her body shakes.

I hear a noise and can see Beau has entered the office and stands in the shadows by the door.

"Well, he grabbed at my ass cheeks and spread them wide as his cock entered me. I tried to move, and harder, the ropes rubbed against me. I could feel my skin burning, but the pleasure was just unbelievable. 'Fuck me, Beau, fuck me,' I screamed to him as he pulled on the ropes," Cally says as I look toward Beau.

Beau stands and listens to what Cally is saying to me. She is sobbing, and her head is bowed, facing the floor.

"He pulls on the ropes harder, and I can feel my head tilt back, I gasp for breath as my body releases itself. I shake and quiver with a burst of sensations which flow from my body into my stomach. The senses are heightened by not being able to move," Cally explains as her breath becomes faster.

"Go on, good girl, it is nearly over," I say as I stroke her hair.

"I scream at him to ram his cock deep into me as he cums. My body quivers and I can feel his body. Then he grunts and groans as his body releases and he pulls tightly on the ropes as he releases himself inside me," Cally says finally.

"It's over now Cally, he's gone," I reply comforting her.

Cally raises her head and looks in Beau's direction, a look of shock fills her expression. "It's you, its all your fault, you fucking animal," she spits at Beau.

I feel sick to my stomach that she thinks it was Beau. Why did she have to drink on her shift? Silly girl! That's not supposed to happen. We are better than that.

Beau moves away and I calm her. "Cally it wasn't Beau."

"I'm sorry. I wasn't myself. He was just so good and bad at the same time. Like an animal... possessed."

_"A friend is just fine."_

# Beau

_"I missed you like the soil misses rain."_

"Hi Shona, it's me, Beau," I shout into the hands-free mic.

"Where are you? Wow, it's very noisy," she replies.

"I'm nearly back in town, I finished the meetings earlier than expected, so if you want to meet me later at Pica Bella's around two, that'd be great," I shout.

I can hear white noise only on the line. "I can't hear you. Um, you're breaking up," I shout back, "just come, and you can tell me then," I add as I enter the tunnel.

These damn hands-free are supposed to make it safer when driving, but you spend half your time screaming at them and shaking your fist at them, so how god-damned safe is that? Hopefully she heard me.

_Stupid fucking contraptions..._

I arrive at Pica Bella's and grab my usual table. The waitress comes to the table and I order drinks and a mixed plate of nibbles, with an assortment of stuff. I notice the door open, and in walks Shona, followed by Cally. I stand and wave to grab their attention.

_Shona looks so good. Hot as! Fuck I really missed her._

"Beau, I'm glad you're back early, I've missed you," Shona says as she kisses me on the lips.

_Damn, those fine lips, I sure have missed them._

Cally still looks shaken up and who can blame her; I just hope my proposition cheers her up, somewhat.

"How you are feeling now, Cally?" I ask as I pour them both a drink of peppermint tea.

Cally looks at me with lost eyes. "I'm getting there, still shaken up but okay," she replies.

_Damn Cally, if I knew he would find his way to the club. I'm just so sorry._

"It's beyond us how the guy looks so much like Beau, maybe it's just one of those things... but very scary," Shona says.

_Uncanny. Very fucking uncanny..._

"I'm not sure I want to go back after that, I can't actually face the thought of it. I really liked him so much. I thought it was you, Beau. I thought you were doing a roleplay and saying your name was Ty," Cally says as she sips on her tea.

_Fuck._

"It's alright, we'll sort something out for you," Shona says as she puts her hand on Cally's.

"Funny you should say that. I have a proposition, that's if you're both interested." I smile as I lean on the table.

_Damn, they are going to be so excited, I know I am._

Shona turns to Cally. "I have no idea what this is about."

"You and me both," adds Cally.

"Go on then Beau, spill the beans," Shona says as she squeezes my leg in excitement. I jump a little; I wasn't expecting her to feel me under the table, but I relax and move my leg closer to hers.

I start to explain about Tina's club and how lucrative it actually is. Essentially, it's not just a place that makes a decent amount of cash, it really generates huge amounts. I'd noticed papers on the desk on the night Cally had been unfortunate enough to have her not-so-welcome event with Ty.

"As I was saying, the club makes an absolute fortune, and you both know that. But personally, I think it's a little dated," I say. "Do you both agree?" I add.

Cally looks at Shona. "Well yeah," they say together.

"How about I set you up with a club of your own? With the same concept, but better, and even richer clients." I smile. Cally's eyes light up.

_Tina's club is not for my girls, they need their own._

"I don't want to work like that again," Cally says with a look of sadness emanating on her face.

I lean forward over the table. "I don't mean to work in it, I mean for you to run it. You'll run it together," I explain. I lean back in my chair slightly proud of myself.

"Beau, you'll do that, but why?" Shona asks.

"Because I can, and I can write it off easily on tax, so there's a benefit for me, as well," I reply.

The girls look at each other and smile. It's like they found candy for the first time. I explain that it's not right for the girls to be subject to that sort of treatment. In a way, their control has been lost at Tina's, and they basically just let anyone into the place. Anyone that flashes their cash.

"There's a lot about the club we don't know, the customers for one. And how do we get...?" Shona begins to say.

I tell the girls that the running side of it will be taken care of, and all they need to be concerned about is making sure the clients leave happy. They know men better than anyone else, and they understand what will make the clients want to keep coming back, again and again.

"Don't worry about that yet, all that stuff can be sorted quite quickly," I say as I place my hand on Shona's leg and squeeze.

_Damn, I have missed you. My everyday girl._

"Well, we'll have to sit down again, but it won't be like last time. I had all my homework and figures then," Shona says.

"I have the people who can help with everything, from the bottom to the top, they can help. Well, not the top, because you two will be that!"

"It sounds good to us," Shona and Cally say as they raise their cups of tea and laugh.

I explain more about them having a club of their own. Shona is pretty switched on about business. Cally sure knows how to handle the girls, including where the scams are likely to be. But there is one piece of information I have to divulge to them.

_They will have a third partner, and that partner will be arriving here, anytime soon._

"One thing that comes to mind is security," Shona adds.

_Joseph will manage security, my girl..._

"Well, that was one area I thought the club had been severely lacking. Tina has all the cameras, but there are none in the hallway by the rooms, and there are no panic buttons inside the rooms," I explain to the girls.

"I have no clue about that sort of thing," Cally says, "I just know how to look after the men and the girls," she adds.

"I have a special guy for that, I know him really well and I trust him with my life," I say as I look at my watch.

_Where are you Joseph?_

I'm not sure what they will say when Joseph arrives. He can be a bit of a bad boy at times, but his heart is in the right place. He is also one of the best-looking guys a woman could wish to meet.

"So Cally, do you like the location?" I ask.

"To be honest, I know what you said to Shona about the Docklands, and I grew up around those parts, so to me, that would be the ideal location." I can see a small sparkle in her eyes again.

Shona smiles. "I have one condition, but I'm not sure if he will agree. Um, you remember Conor that saved me in the alley? Well, I want to offer him a job," Shona says. "He saved my life, so I just want to offer something back, even if he says 'no,'" she adds.

"That's no problem at all, and you've reminded me, I wanted to go and thank him, personally. Who knows what might have happened that night if he didn't intervene?" I add.

I look at the time, Joseph will be here any moment. I can't wait to see the look on their faces even though it will be a shock for them.

_Damn you Joseph, where are you?_

"Why do you keep looking at your watch?" Shona asks.

"I was supposed to be introducing you to someone, but it looks like he's not going to show," I explain.

"Who is it?" Shona wants to know.

"It can wait, it was going to be your new head of security for the new club, that's all," I reply.

"Damn, you work fast, you hadn't even asked us yet," Shona says with a giggle.

"Well, I knew that you wouldn't miss an opportunity like this, both of you that is."

"How very true, it's a once in a lifetime opportunity," Cally says.

"So, this guy, how long have you known him?" Shona asks.

"I have known him as long as I can remember," I reply.

_All my life, actually!_

"Ah, someone back from the good old days then?" Shona says with a smile.

"Yeah, something like that," I reply with a sly grin.

"Well, I'm sure he has a good reason for not turning up, and we still have a lot to do. Maybe, we can catch up with him at some point, real soon," Cally comments.

"Well, I don't think he'll be going anywhere too far from here, any time soon."

We stand to leave the restaurant and it appears Joseph is not going to show. I'll call him as soon as I get outside, it's crucial he shows because I have to explain it all to the girls before everything gets out of hand.

Cally waits outside to answer her cell and Shona and I get ready to pay and go. "Hey Beau, I keep meaning to ask you, do you have any close family?" Shona asks.

"I hav..." I start to say, as the clerk calls me and hands me my jacket. My cell phone rings.

"Tell me another time, it's late!"

_"I missed you like the soil misses rain."_

# Shona

_"Tell me everything god- dammit!"_

We'd left Pica Bella's, and Beau was just about to get into his car when his cell phone rang. I didn't want to interrupt, so I hung back away from him. He looked like he was in deep discussion with someone, and his voice was raised, slightly.

_Maybe it's this Joseph guy he's speaking to._

He places the phone down. "Beau, you were going to tell me if you have any family," I press as I pull on his arm.

"I was going to tell you everything at the club, but Cally was so shaken up, I thought it was better to wait," Beau says, apologetically.

"Is there anything you want to tell me, now?" I ask.

"No, not that I can think of," Beau replies, "I will explain everything later," he adds.

"I can slap you for not telling me, you are lucky I love you so much," I say.

"Slap huh? That sounds promising; later tonight is great for me!" Beau teases.

"Go on, get out of here, and we will see you later this evening. It's eight pm sharp, at the roller blade center, okay?" I say with a giggle.

"Okay, a sucker for punishment I am," Beau replies as he gets into the car.

I lean toward him to kiss him and whisper in his ear, "Just make sure you try and find a nice guy like you, for Cally," I say touching his chest.

_Melting right now. My perfect Beau..._

"Yes, no problem," Beau replies as he closes the car door.

Cally links her arm through mine as we walk back to my apartment. Beau told us there was going to be a third partner in the new venture. Wow, a real billionaire hooker club like no other in the city. And he knows most of the rich guys through business and some socially, as well. He also said Joseph just happened to be ex-military, but not your regular soldier, so security was going to be his specialty.

We had arranged to meet them for a bit of light-hearted fun later this evening. Maybe this Joseph guy could be great for Cally. What man wouldn't? She is one hot chick, and if I were a guy, I would want to date her.

"You any good at rollerblading?" I ask Cally.

"You're, kidding me, right? I have been on my ass more times trying to roller blade than I have at the club," Cally says with a giggle.

"Well, that's where we are heading later with Beau. I have asked him to find you a nice guy," I say with a sly wink.

"Jesus Shona, throw me in the deep end, why don't you?" Cally laughs as she tugs on my arm.

"So, once you leave the club, what sort of guy would you like to date for real?" I ask her.

"Well Beau is really fucking hot. I would jump at him, but you have spoiled it for all the girls at the club by going exclusive! I kind of had a thing for Ty... who I thought was Beau. God, it's so confusing. This whole falling in love and the whole lust thing," Cally says tickling me.

We finish walking to my apartment and get ready for our date. Yum. We'll be roller blading with Joseph and Beau. I wasn't sure why we picked that, but it did seem a fun thing to do, and there was no pressure for Cally to become acquainted with Joseph, either.

As we arrive, Beau is in deep conversation in the parking lot on his cell phone, and it looks like Joseph is a no-show, again.

"Hey girls, glad you could make it," Beau says as he smiles.

I watch as Cally smiles, but she realizes she has no date for the evening and that she'll feel like the odd one out.

"Where is Cally's date, Beau?" I ask as I dig my elbow into his unsuspecting ribs.

"I was just on the phone to him, something has cropped up and he isn't able to come," he replies.

Beau and I walk slowly behind Cally as we watch her saunter into the entrance of the skating rink.

"So Beau, what is it with Joseph?" I ask.

_He's so hot in jeans and a green sweater._

"Well, he is the best person I can think of for the new hooker club; a specialist in security. I mean, he won't take any shit from anyone," Beau replies.

"I wasn't meaning that, silly. I was thinking more along the lines of him and Cally," I reply as I nudge his ribs, harder.

"He is a good guy, but he was a bit of a bad boy. He is trying to be catholic now, I reckon," Beau answers.

"So why are you letting her get her hopes up with him? He'll have to marry before he puts his dick in!" I tug on his arm.

"Come on Shona, he's not that bad, he is sympathetic. And he won't let any harm come to her. Right now, he is just busy, but once he gets to meet her I'm sure they will be fine." He holds the door open for me.

We get inside and can see that Cally is already fitting her skates and is ready to hit the floor. "I hope Cally is alright skating; she said she's not very good," I say as I pull on my boots.

"She will be alright, I was the skating champ in our school, so I'm sure I will be able to hold her upright," Beau says.

I stand at the edge of the rink and can see Cally has Beau supporting her from behind, he has his hands placed on her hips and is holding her close to his body. Cally smiles at me as they slowly roll past me.

_She looks so funny. But she's smiling, thank God._

I watch as Beau kicks off onto the rink and instantly does a few twists and turns. I stand and watch, amazed at how fluid he is. He rolls toward me and offers me his hand.

_Don't let me land on my ass..._

"What the fuck is all that? And you said that you were only the school champion, but that was some awesome moving, Beau Boy!" My feet start to roll away from me.

Beau scoops me up in his arms and holds me tight. I can feel his hands on my breasts as he stops me from falling, and his cock pushes into my hips as he holds me tight.

"I was a champion, I was too busy at the skate park to enter all the competitions," Beau explains, "and before you ask, yes, I was better than anyone," he adds with a huge grin.

"Phew, I'm worn out, it's a lot harder than I expected," I say to Beau.

"Childs play, you are doing it all wrong. You need to let the skates do all the work," he replies.

"Well, I think I've had enough, my feet are aching," I say as I sit on the seat and remove my skates.

He talks over the railing, "You want me to massage you?" Beau asks.

"That would be so nice," I reply.

"I tell you what, if we sort Cally out and get her a cab home we can take a slow drive in the car," Beau says as he raises his eyebrows.

"Aha, that sounds even nicer than a massage to me!" I wave to Cally and watch as she rolls over toward me.

"Me and Beau are gonna head off, you okay if we get a cab for you?" I ask.

"Sure, no problem, this is a bit tiring and I'm sure my ass could do with a soak in the bath," Cally says with a wink.

We arrange a cab for Cally and watch her leave the parking lot with a grateful smile. Beau and I slip into the back of the limousine, and the driver slowly leaves the parking lot.

"So, where do you want to go?" Beau asks.

"Just a drive is fine by me, the window is closed," I say as I place my hand on his leg. I look into his eyes. "So, what happened with that guy from the club?" I ask.

Beau looks at me. "He should never be a problem, ever again." Beau leans into me and places his lips on mine; his breath embraces me, and I sigh at his tender touch.

"Thanks for what you've done for Cally," I murmur.

"It's the least I can do," Beau says. Beau lifts my top and slips his hands inside my bra, his fingers rub against my nipples, and I feel so good as they become hard.

"I missed you while you were away," I whisper into his ear.

"I missed you too, and I couldn't wait to get back," he replies as he places warm lips on my breasts.

"Ohhh!" I let out a moan.

I put my hand on Beau's pants and can feel he is already becoming aroused. As his cock begins to throb and grow his pants are becoming tighter. I tug at his belt and loosen his zipper; I slide my hand inside and wrap my hand around his hot cock. I slowly caress him as he flicks his tongue over my nipples.

Beau lifts his ass and slips his pants to his knees, his cock rests on his leg and it begins to grow hard and erect. I run my finger down the length of his shaft and gently wrap my fingers around his manhood. Beau becomes fully erect as I slowly lower my head to his perfect cock. Now, I wrap my hot lips around the head and flick my tongue around his warmth. I wrap my lips tighter and lower my head, the warmth of his cock fills my mouth as I bob my head up and down. Slowly, very slowly.

Beau runs his hands across my back and pushes my head harder onto his cock. "Oh, Shona, that feels so good," Beau says as I swallow the full length of his shaft. I grip him hard and slowly begin stroking the thickness.

I can feel his cock throbbing as I suck him hard. My pussy tightens, gripping onto nothing, wanting him.

A thought crosses my mind, and I have to ask. I look into his eyes. "I just have one question."

He looks at me. "Yes, Dear?" he replies in sarcasm.

"Who the fuck is this Joseph guy?" We both laugh and then I continue my lips on his warmth again.

_"Tell me everything god- dammit!"_

# Beau

_"Great conversations please me."_

I had the best time in the back of the limo. I had missed her and it was nice to have a homecoming fuck. It was better than ever.

I'd arranged to meet Joseph because I had to speak to him about the new hooker club. There were a few things I knew that Joseph wanted to implement. In truth, I wanted him to make sure nothing could be traced back to me.

Joseph wanted to meet me at The Cock and Bull which was an old Scottish bar in the center of Chinatown. The bar was owned and run by Scotty which was entirely appropriate, and had some of the finest whiskeys you could imagine.

As I left the house my car had a dead battery, so I called a cab. It also happened to be the limo driver's night off. Now, I stand at the end of the drive by the security gate, and the cab pulls up to the curb. I slip into the rear of the cab just in time as the rain starts to fall and the cabbie pulls away from the curb.

"Where you going, Mister?" the cabbie asks as he turns on the wipers.

"The Cock and Bull in Chinatown." I slouch back in the seat enjoying the sound of the rain.

"Well, it looks like you've chosen an excellent night to go out?" the cabbie says as he turns the corner and heads down Main Street.

"I've seen much worse, and I like the rain," I say to the cabbie.

The cab weaves its way through the narrow streets of Chinatown. The lanterns blow back and forth in the windy shower and look like dancing angels as the light hits the rain swept windows of the cab.

"Here you go Mister, The Cock and Bull. Well, it seems quiet tonight, it must be the rain," the cabbie says as I pay him and jump out quickly from the cab.

I rush to the exit and shake off the raindrops from my jacket. The cabbie was right, it is very quiet. I count only six tables that have people at them. And one of them has Joseph sipping on a large glass of (what I guess is) his favorite scotch whiskey.

"Evening Scotty," I call as I walk past the bar.

"Good evening Beau, you want a glass of the good stuff?" Scotty asks.

"Give me a bottle of that twelve-year-old you have, and two glasses please Scotty." I give him a kind smile.

"Sure Beau, coming right up," Scotty replies.

"Joseph, how long have you been here?" I ask.

"About an hour. And it's been dead, there's been no more than these five tables since I've been here," he says.

"Anyway, the new club with the two girls? Cool huh?" Joseph winks and smiles, knowing my ways.

I flash him a picture of Shona on my phone. "Hang on will ya, there's no rush for business. I want to know what you think of my new girl." Scotty places the bottle and glasses on the table.

"Shona, she is kinda cute, and I can definitely understand what you see in her," Joseph replies.

"I think she could be the one for the long haul. And no other woman has pleased me as much as she has, let me tell you," I explain.

"You mean in the sack?" Joseph answers.

"No, generally as well, she is fun to be with and very caring. She has a really tender and kind way about her," I say to Joseph.

"Well, if she likes you as much as you like her you should try and hang on to her," Joseph replies. "Not your ex."

"Well, that's what I want to do, I care for her a lot." I fill the glasses with the twelve-year-old that Scotty brought over.

"Just think how confusing things could get once they know the full truth," I say to Joseph as I slide his glass across the table.

"Now, that's a very tempting thought, all I have to do is dress like you, then I can sample what you are up to with her?" Joseph says. He chuckles.

"You better not be serious!" I say, giving him a stern look.

"Come on Beau, I wouldn't do it to you, but it leaves you free to sample others if you like... she won't know the difference, now," Joseph says with a huge grin.

"Geez, don't go down that road for fuck's sake. It's already confusing enough for me, never mind anyone else," I answer. "Shona has a friend Cally. I want you to meet her," I add.

"I know... Cally from the club," Joseph replies looking up at the ceiling, "wow!"

"Don't do anything silly, for fuck's sake," I say. "I thought you were being religious these days?"

_He might be catholic but he's not always practicing._

"I'm a good guy and I won't just use and abuse her. I think she's had enough of that shit," Joseph says. "Oh, and about that, the jerk-off that fucked up at the club, where is he now?" he asks.

"He won't be a problem for a while put it that way. I know a greedy prison warden who owes me a favor," I explain.

"I hate to say it but good riddance, I'm not sure what went wrong with him to be the way he is," Joseph comments.

"He's too much fucking trouble, and there's no way we can trust him with your side of the business," I say to Joseph.

"Agreed. With this new club, are you sure it's safe for the enterprise?" Joseph asks.

"I'm deadly sure, there are so many high rankers who visit the old club, we will have them in our pockets before you know it. Just make sure none of the dealings come back to me, we have too much to lose with what I'm doing," I add.

"Rest assured, I will tie things up so tight there, that no one will know what goes in and what comes out of it, financially. And the money we shove in will come out as clean as anything," Joseph explains.

"So, you going to tell Shona about that side of your business?" Joseph asks.

"Are you fucking stupid? I want to keep her not drive her away," I explain, "never let her find out, for fuck's sake," I add.

"Of course not," Joseph says looking at the bar to make sure no one can hear us.

"So, how long do you think it will be before the club can be open?" I ask, changing the subject.

"Once you have a location, I can get the workers to work on the basement and the lab. Then we can be operational in a couple of months maximum," Joseph explains.

"We can't open before that?" I ask.

"Well, the club side we can get done in around three weeks from finding the location. But, we have to do the lab in stages. That's no real problem," Joseph says.

"We'll do it way before then. I don't want to delay the club for the girls' sake. Plus, it's coming up to bonus time in the city, so there will be mountains of cash floating about," I explain.

"Well, we will just have to get the workers working around the clock," Joseph explains.

"The only thing is the location, that may be the biggest problem," I say with a serious face.

"Maybe not, I had a tour of the Docklands and I saw some old steelworks. It's only a medium sized place, but it was backed onto some other buildings. So, we could have a second exit. Club on one side and the other business with the entrance on the other side."

"I like you're thinking," I reply as I refill my glass.

There is no way Shona or Cally can know of our side enterprise, there is just too much at stake. And if it came to light, there would be quite a bit of shit flying around. And not just for us, but some real high flyers who are fully committed to us.

I was sure Joseph could make it work. Because if there was one person who could keep a secret, it was him. And even in the height of an interrogation he would keep his mouth shut. I knew that for a fact because it happened when he was working abroad, and he has kept our secret with him since, well forever.

There aren't many people who really understand our bond. We've been through a lot together. We had nothing and we were living on the streets at one point in time. Finally, I had a lucky break and got into business. I learned a bucket load when Joseph was on tour. Then when he came back and started his new venture... his very fucking secret venture, I helped him, and he helped me.

"So, Beau, are you going to make an honest woman out of Shona?" Joseph asks.

"Well, it's been on my mind, so you never know, it can definitely be a possibility."

"Okay, enough of that, what are you going to do about Cally?" I ask.

"I'm not sure, she is great, and seems pretty much the same sort of girl as Shona. And you never know, she might be a keeper," Joseph says.

We both smile and sip our drinks. I'm lucky to have him as my best friend. And we both definitely have fantastic taste in woman... and whiskey!

_"Great conversations please me."_

# Shona

_"New beginnings are always weird."_

Beau had asked me to go over the plans for the secret club. And he wanted Joseph to be there but he was out of town. That was the reason why he wasn't able to show up on the two occasions we were supposed to meet him.

"I am here to see Beau," I tell the receptionist in the lobby.

"Sure, he says to go into his office once you have arrived, he is in the conference room with some suits," the receptionist answers with her kind smile.

I take the elevator to the second floor and head to Beau's office. It is quite sparse, but it has the ambiance of a spa and would be a perfect place for a deep body massage. I roam around the office while I'm waiting and place myself in Beau's chair. The chair of so much power and so much wealth. It should be gold!

I can see every area of the office from where his desk and chair are located, and I can see him in the conference room. He is pacing around the table and pointing to the whiteboard where Taylor is explaining things, to eight guys... all in dark suits.

_Damn, they look like government issue suits._

I stand and look from the glass wall of the office, Beau looks in my direction and waves that he will be around five minutes before he's finished.

_He looks beautiful. Dressed in a crisp, gray suit and an amethyst tie._

I sigh deeply as I watch him control his meeting and it makes me feel hot the way he can control everything, even me; he's so masculine and domineering. God, it just makes me melt thinking about what we do in the bedroom.

_Damn! Sex on his desk, now that would be a total turn on._

I slip into his private bathroom and lift up my skirt. I will surprise him when he gets back and I will remove my panties and drop them on the desk in front of him.

Beau finishes his meeting, and I watch as the guys march in twos toward the elevator, _damn they look dangerous as fuck, and they are not bankers._

"Hi Beau," I say as I kiss him on the cheek.

"Glad you could make it," he replies with a frown on his face.

"Bad meeting?" I ask as I rub his shoulders. He sits in his chair.

"Nah, it was something Joseph should have handled, and he is out of town, so I had to fill in for him," Beau explains. "It's not for me to do, and I don't really want to get involved, especially here," he adds as he relaxes from my shoulder massage.

"They look like government suits," I say with a giggle.

"I wish it was as simple as that, but it's not a worry. Either they like it or they don't. And they will just have to wait for Joseph," Beau says as he stretches his shoulders under my probing fingers.

"Well then, Beau Boy, how do you want to proceed with this new club?" I ask.

"Well, things are gonna move quickly like my jazz club did, but this one is a little more in depth because of the nature of the business. And we have to keep it under the radar 'till we get clients in. Then, once they're hooked we will have protection from the government," Beau explains.

"Yeah, I understand. Cally is keeping quiet about it because she has to leave Tina's place which needs to be sorted, too," I reply.

_Fuck he's hot in a suit!_

"I'll ask Joseph to sort that once he's back in town. I don't really want to show my face there again, to be honest," Beau says.

I reach into my bag and grab my panties in my hand and place my hands on my lap. "I've brought you something to munch on for lunch," I say with a smile and a wink.

"You shouldn't have!" Beau replies in a sarcastic tone.

"It's the least I can do after you've been so nice to both of us," I say as I throw my panties onto his desk.

"Hmm, nice lunch, do you think I will be able to eat all of it?" he asks with a devilish grin.

"You can save some and have second helpings if you are a good boy!" I stand up from my chair.

"What about if I want to be a bad boy?" Beau asks with a naughty glint in his eye.

"Even fucking better," I say, "now is this the switch for the frosted glass," I add as I lean over and flick the switch.

The office wall turns opaque, and the outside world is unable to see into the office. Finally, we are alone and no one will have any idea what we are doing behind closed doors.

"So, you hungry, hot stuff?" I lock his office door.

"I'm starving!" He holds my panties to his nose and sniffs like a bad, bad boy.

I begin to take off my high heels and Beau stops me. "Leave them on, I'm feeling nasty," he says as he places his leather belt onto his desk.

I step closer and unbutton his shirt, and he pulls it from his shoulders as I open his pants and zipper. He steps free from his pants, and I run my hand over the bulge of his cock in his shorts.

"Mmm, you feel starved," I reply as I turn my back to him, "unzip me please," I add.

He does it quickly. My dress drops to the floor, and I rush to remove my bra; my large breasts immediately receive attention from Beau. God, it's pure delight as he squeezes my tits. He takes them in his mouth and nibbles at my nipples until they bud and become hard.

"Who's a nasty boy?" I say as I squirm with my breasts in his face.

Beau grabs his belt and loops it through the buckle. He pushes my hands behind my back and shackles my wrists together. He pushes me over his desk and my large breasts lay flat on the cold glass. Now, he taps my foot, and I spread my legs.

Beau caresses my back and runs his hands across the soft skin of my ass. I feel pain as he slaps my cheek and then I feel a warmth rush to the point where he struck me.

"Oh, Beau, you are naughty today, you must have all your lunch," I murmur.

"Quiet! Now, don't speak," he whispers in my ear.

_Fuck I'm in heaven..._

Again, a pain shoots from the cheek of my ass as he slaps me. His hand runs under my body and he rubs his fingers against my pussy. I tilt my head and sigh as a warmth washes over my body. Beau slides his fingers into the moistness of my pussy as he pulls on my long hair.

"Eek," I squeal as my head tilts back from his tug.

Beau drives his fingers even deeper as he tugs more on my hair. His fingers probe my pussy and I feel my legs tremble. I shake my wrists, and the leather digs into my skin.

Next, Beau stands behind me, and I can feel him as he rubs his huge cock against my wet pussy and slips the head between my soaked lips. I want to scream with pleasure, but he has ordered me to be quiet.

"Close your legs, I want to feel the tightness of your pussy," he says as he pulls on my wrists. I close my legs together and my pussy clamps tight on his huge cock.

Beau's cock pushes and pulls at the tightness of my wet pussy; his cock driving deep inside me as his hips thrust harder and harder. I can feel a burning sensation from my wrists. Beau pulls tighter on his belt and my arms raise up from my back. My shoulders burn as Beau lifts my arms higher. Oh, my pussy aches in ecstasy as he moves his cock harder inside me.

My body tenses and I feel like a virgin again as my sex wraps around Beau's huge cock. Now, my body writhes on the desk and I feel fires of lust building side, just for Beau. His rhythm increases, and his hips slap against my ass. My pussy is being satisfied as he fills me so well.

I place my ass back toward Beau as he pulls on my wrists. His cock drills deeper inside me now, and I can feel that I'm close to exploding. I rock my hips; my wanting pussy forcing itself onto his massive cock. God, I am close.

"Fuck me, Beau, I want to cum," I call out in a breathless moan.

Beau continues in silence as he starts to reach his finish. My legs begin to tremble and wobble as a waft of sensations flow from my core and spread like wildfire through my entire body. Beau yanks at my wrists and lifts my arms as my shoulders twist. I want to scream in pleasure as I feel my body in ecstasy with his.

In a rush, my body releases me and I can feel Beau cum too. He yanks at my wrists as his thrusts shorten. Now, his body releases into my satisfied pussy.

"God, yeah! Oh Beau..."

_"New beginnings are always weird."_

# Beau

_"Brothers are naughty... wow!"_

Joseph had arrived back in town and we were at the location for the new club. The owner was trying to play hardball, _but he has no idea who he is dealing with._

"So then, how much are you asking for this place?" I ask Tom the building owner.

"Six large ones," Tom replies with the dollar signs flashing in his eyes.

"Are you kidding? Wow, even the rats won't stay in this dump," Joseph explains. Tom stands and looks at us and scratches his head.

"Beau?" he says as he looks at Joseph. Joseph points to me. "Geez, I'm terrible with names and faces, five mil, that's my last offer," he adds.

"I'm not sure, there is a lot of fucking work that needs doing, and we have to add a basement," I reply.

"It has one," Tom says.

"That isn't in the plans," Joseph asks.

"Well, it was built over an existing factory, and having all the plans done properly was too much effort," Tom says with a sly smile, "what they don't know won't hurt them!" he adds.

"Can you show us?" I ask Tom as I smile at Joseph.

Tom leads us to the back of the factory and rolls a large wall out of the way. "Well that is sneaky," Josephs says as he looks at the wall.

"Damn government, if they found the basement my building taxes would have increased, and the thieving magpies would've landed me a thirty-year back-tax bill for downstairs," he explains.

Tom leads us downstairs and flicks on the switch. I was expecting just one or two rooms, but it stretched on, and from what I could estimate, it went to the confines of the buildings to the rear.

"Jesus Tom, this is bigger than up top?" Joseph says.

"You're not wrong, and it has separate rooms, all twelve of them," Tom replies, smiling.

"Who owns the buildings at the back?" I ask Tom.

"I do," he says as he looks at Joseph and then at me, as if he's confused who to speak to.

"You selling them?" Joseph asks.

"Well, I was gonna hang on to them. With all this development that's going on, I can make a killing there. But never say never, if you know what I mean," he says with a wink.

"Can you access down here from the other buildings?" Joseph asks.

"From that one, only. I thought about the advantage of that when I built the place. I mean, two exits can really come in handy for someone who needs to move quickly," he says with a smile.

"How much for the lot, the whole caboodle?" I ask.

"Well, the ones out the back I was looking at half a mil upward, and there's six of them. And the five mil for this place should be eight mil total," he says as he rubs his hands together.

"Back to you in a moment, we'll just have a look and be right back," Joseph says.

Joseph and I walk around the basement, it's more than ideal for what we want, and I am tempted to have the club down here rather than upstairs. It's entirely hidden from the outside world, and you only need one door for access. It's also large enough for Joseph's enterprise, just block off the far end and have a doorway so you're ready to go. No one will find the place unless they know where to look.

We walk back to Tom who is still there rubbing his hands. "Tom, today is your lucky day, I like the place and I am feeling generous. So, seven million for the lot, no fuck it; seven point-five million. I like you, you can keep secrets," I say.

Tom looks at Joseph and then at me again. He shakes his head. "I just can't believe it. A deal. Let's spit on it," he says as he spits in his hand to shake on it.

"Over to you Joseph," I say as I put my hands in my pockets. _Yuck!_

The deal is done, and I can't wait to show Shona, she will be thrilled. The only thing is, the upstairs. That was the original idea for the club, but after seeing down here, we need a good diversion above us.

We head back up the stairs and Tom places his hand on Joseph's shoulder. "It's a pleasure doing business with you Beau," he says.

"I am Joseph, Beau is behind you," Joseph points out.

"God damn, I thought I was getting the hang of it," Tom says as he shakes his head, "my eyes must be worse than I thought." He closes the secret wall.

"We will get the papers drawn up, and we'll back tomorrow," I say to Tom.

"Just send one of you, it will make it easier, and save me any confusion about who I'm talking to," Tom says with a smile and a laugh.

We climb in the limo and head away from the Docklands. I turn to Joseph. "I need you to do something for me," I say.

"Shoot, whatever you want, Beau," he replies as he pours two glasses of whiskey from the bar.

"I need you to speak to Tina. Cally needs to be freed from her contract like Shona was," I explain.

"No problem, I will do it later, I have nothing else to do this evening, just another quiet Monday night," Joseph says.

"Where are you off to, anywhere great?" Joseph asks.

I explain about the night that Shona was attacked in the alley, and how Conor from the Irish bar stepped up to the plate and saved her ass.

"So, what do you have to see him for?" Joseph asks.

"Have you never heard of gratitude? I thought we had similar thoughts, you and I?" I say laughing at Joseph.

"Only joking with ya, he sounds like a decent kid. God, I hate how you look and think just like me, sometimes!" Joseph replies.

"I'm glad you think that way, there's a high chance he's going to be working for you. I can't change my looks, though!" I reply.

"Come on, you know I don't like strangers. I like to keep things in the family, if you know what I mean," Joseph comments as he tops his glass up again.

"You need assistance, and I'm not getting involved. I have my business and Shona to think of," I explain. "I'm not going to risk either. I love you brother, but this time, you have to do it alone. I know you understand," I add.

"Just make sure he's solid, I don't want any fucking risk," Joseph says.

"Do you know the Irish? Jesus, their bond is tighter than any family bullshit, he will probably be closer to you than I am?" I reply with a laugh.

"I fucken hope so."

"Don't panic, when have I ever let you down? Ever since we were kids I looked out for you," I say as I raise my glass.

Joseph raises his glass. "Yep, and as the gangsters say in the movies, you gotta respect the family!" He raises his glass to his mouth to toast.

"So, the club later, where's the cash?" Joseph asks.

"Just go to my house and let yourself in. It's in the spare bedroom under the bed, there's a carry case. Um, it has a million in it."

"Can I have a party with the change?" he asks with a massive, wide smile.

"Knock yourself out, there are plenty of lookers at the club," I say winking, "aren't you being catholic this week?" I laugh.

"Nah, next week, probably. God lets me off sometimes you know bro. You got a change of clothes at your place? I stink from all that traveling," Joseph asks.

"I'm sure you can find something that will fit you," I say with a huge laugh.

"Hysterical," Joseph replies, "so where are you going to this evening?" he adds.

"You forgot, already? Back off the whiskey bro. We are going to sample some excellent Irish cuisine at that bar where Conor works. Shona doesn't want to leave it too long in case he forgets who she is," I reply.

"Who can forget Shona once she has been in your life?" Joseph comments. "Look at the hold she has on you. Fuck she's insatiable," he adds.

"Well, I'm still the boss, and she knows it," I reply.

"Ah, still up to your old spanking ways, are we?" he asks.

"You know, a little slap and tickle never hurt anyone!" I portray a silly grin from behind my glass.

"I should have a go at this BDSM thing, it's the only real thing that sets us apart," Joseph says in a belly laugh.

"So... it sounds like it could be serious?" he asks me.

"I'm not getting any younger."

"You and me both, from the cradle to the grave, that will be you and me," Joseph says as he raises his glass again.

"To us!" I say as Joseph clinks my glass with his.

"To us!" he replies.

"Just be careful at the club tonight, after that commotion with Cally, I have no idea what will happen," I explain. "Mondays I had Shona exclusively," I add.

"It will be fine, they all know me at the club. It's funny, that's why I've never seen you. Because if you only went on Mondays, that was the one night I never went."

"Well, it would cause some uproar if we ventured there together, that's for sure. Did you say you were Beau?" I ask as I tell the driver to pull over.

"Yep. I love your name! Plus, as soon as I walked in they just called me Beau. You getting out here?" Joseph asks as if it's okay to tell me what he just did.

"Yeah, it's only a couple of minutes walk to Shona's place, she can meet you another time," I reply. "You dirty dog... using my name. Fuck Jo, really?"

"I never went with Shona. Just so you know."

"Yes, I know. You've got a thing for the younger ones. You dirty dog."

_"Brothers are naughty... wow!"_

# Shona

_"Love is always beautiful with my man."_

I can see Beau as he walks to me, he looks fine and beautiful as always. He's a total hunk of a man. I am excited to see Conor again at the bar, he's just one of those people who you enjoy being with for no reason that you can put your finger on. Just a likable guy.

"My Shona standing out in the cold," Beau says as he approaches me and gives me a warm hug.

_Fuck, my nipples are hard, come here and warm me up hottie._

"So where have you been all day?" I ask, "you got another woman tagging along?" I add.

"You are more than enough for me to handle, it could take a lifetime before I would get the better of you," Beau says with a smile.

I link my arm through his, and we walk to the main street to hail a cab. We jump in the cab and Beau quietly starts to explain about the new location for the club.

"The location is better than I expected and it has a secret. Yep, you'll be so surprised, but there is a snag, and maybe you'll be able to come up with a solution," Beau says as the cab arrives at the bar.

We open the door, and the Irish atmosphere hits us straight away, the music playing is traditional Irish folk and there are a couple of old guys sitting in the corner playing guitar and an Irish bodhran. We walk up to the bar, and I can see Conor is on duty again. He closes the till and heads over to us.

"Good evening, and there it seems is a familiar face," Conor says, "if it isn't Miss Shona, and it looks like you have sorted one of your problems," Conor says with a smile.

"Problem, what problem?" Beau asks.

"It's nothing, just chit chat over a glass of whiskey that's all," I reply.

"So, what can I get you this evening?" Conor says.

"I will try a glass of the black stuff," Beau says," and white wine spritzer for the lady," he adds. Conor gets a large glass and tells us to get a table, the "black stuff" can take a few minutes to pour properly.

We sit at the corner table and Beau continues to explain about the location of the club. He tells me about the huge basement that is secret, and how it's not on any drawings or government records. He also says we need something as a disguise for the upstairs part of the building.

"Beau, you are very smart, but it appears you just don't understand what men want. Upstairs is simple... a spa," I say, "but not just an ordinary spa, we need Turkish baths and all that. What can hide a hooker club better than that? With men and women coming and going all day, no one will be the wiser?" I explain.

"Shona, you are absolutely brilliant, you know that?" Beau says as he holds my hand.

Conor comes over with the drinks and places them on the table. "Conor, when are you available? I need to speak to you in private," I ask.

"I have a break in about an hour, and I regularly go to the food truck down the road and have a smoke and a coffee on the way back," he says. "If you have food here, I can wait until you are finished, then you can see me then," he adds.

"Brilliant!" I say. Beau orders the food, and he fills me in on the final details of the new place.

"As I was saying, the basement has two exits, both are in separate buildings," he says.

"How cool is that? I mean, you can have the girls enter through one building and nobody will have a clue what's going on inside," I comment.

"I've started thinking like you, now. I would never have thought of that before," Beau says as he sips on his glass of ale. "Geez, this is thick but so tasty," he adds.

"Just like you! What about Cally and the club? God, she is desperate to leave there now, she panics every night she goes in."

"Joseph will speak to Tina tonight, I told him to get some money from home so he can settle her bill as well."

_I hope Tina doesn't cause any shit with Cally. Tina hasn't been the same lately. We aren't close like we used to be._

It's great that Beau is helping Cally to leave the club, but there must be something in it for him. Maybe, he is just perfect. Either way, it helps all of us, and that's great.

"Fuck me Beau, how much money do you have? Do you just keep a million laying around under the bed?" I say as Beau smiles. "Oh god, it is under the bed, isn't it?" I add.

"I have to keep spare cash here and there, you never know what will happen, or when a card game might come along," he says.

"I'll just remember to go to your house before I go shopping in future. I'm sure with that sort of cash lying around, you won't miss a couple of stacks every now and again." I giggle.

"Don't you believe it, girly, I know where every damn cent is, that is why I am number fucking one in this town," Beau says. He laughs a belly laugh.

"Yes, you are... Dear!"

Just the thought of all that money laying under a bed. Wow... that's a huge wad of cash, and I can just picture myself throwing it all up in the air like I've won the lottery. Fuck, it would be cool and so much fun. I'll make my own. I love doing that.

The only thing better than that is having Beau make mad passionate love to me while I roll around in the money. Ha! Yep, that would be so hot. Spending the cash knowing you had fucked on it with your boy. Now, there's a thought to make me horny.

"Shona," Beau says as he snaps his fingers in front of me, "where you been, you were daydreaming," he adds laughing.

"I was picturing you naked, rolling around in all that money," I say with a sexy giggle to tease him.

"Well, when we've finished here, you can try it if you want. I have more than one case of money at home!" Beau gives me his sexiest grin.

_Horny and sexy... mhm, oh yes!_

Conor gives us the wink that he's about to go on his break, so we settle the bill and wait for him outside.

"First things first, thank you for taking care of Shona in the alley," Beau says as he shakes Conor's hand.

"Don't mention it, you have a good woman there, kind sir," Conor replies.

"So, everyone keeps telling me," Beau replies.

We walk with Conor toward the meal truck, and I begin to ask him about the job I want to offer him.

"Conor, the reason I wanted to speak to you is, well, would you like to come and work for me?" I ask.

"Really? Mmm, doing what?" he asks.

"Hah, ha, funny you should ask, my friend and I are starting a secret men's club. A ladies parlor kinda thing," I explain.

"Ah, you mean some nice hookers?" he asks.

"Keep it quiet, it's top notch and not your average sort of club," I explain.

"Hmm, I suppose the pay is much better than what I am on now?" Conor says with a smile.

"Conor, I will personally make sure it is. And you will be earning so much that you'll even be able to book one of the girls for an hour or two," I say giggling.

"Bejesus, they might be some expensive women," Conor says with a huge grin.

"The thing is, you have to keep mute about it. So, no bragging or stories to your friends, if you know what I mean?"

"Me? My mouth will remain well and truly pried shut, I promise ya," Conor says finally. His mood is happy. Men are so... predictable!

"Great!"

"No problem, as far as anyone knows, I am just a barman in a club, and that's the way it will stay," Conor says.

"I'm glad you said 'yes,' I was so relieved when you helped me, and I just wanted to show my gratitude," I say to Conor.

"Well little lady, I knew you were something special when you walked into the bar. And when you said your name was Shona, I knew something good was going to happen," Conor explains.

"Why did you know that?" I ask. Beau and I look at each other.

"Well, I come from a long line of gypsies back in Ireland, and we get told stuff when we is kids, you know. Yes, and in certain countries, the name Shona means 'God is gracious,' and there are not many women in the world who happen to have that name," he explains. "So, you can say I am being superstitious or downright stupid, but I know you have good around you," he adds.

"I take that as a compliment," I say.

"Well Conor, I will let you get your dinner, and we will be in touch," Beau says as he slips Conor a few hundred bucks for his time. Conor beams him a smile.

"So, what do you think of Conor then?" I ask Beau as we walk to the side of the street.

"I like him, he is gypsy blood, and they stick together like brothers," he replies. "So, where do you want to go now?" he adds.

I hold Beau's hand and look into his eyes. "Beau, I wanna go home and fuck in that case of money you have stashed!"

"Of course, yes you do... Dear!" He smiles at me with wanting eyes.

_"Love is always beautiful with my man."_

# Beau

_"Nothing turns me on like my Monday girl."_

"We won't be late I promise you, we have ages," I say to Shona.

"You know I panic, I'm not in control like you," Shona replies.

"Do you think this shirt suits me?" I ask Shona. Shona walks close to me and grabs the collar.

She kisses me on the cheek. "It looks fucking horrible... get it off," she says as she starts to lift it up over my body. I raise my arms and Shona pulls the shirt off and throws it across the bedroom. "How long did you say we have before we need to go?" Shona asks.

"Ages, why?" I reply as I stand looking in my closet.

"Well, I think you will look better with this on you, instead of that horrible shirt," she calls out to me.

I step out of the closet and Shona stands with her foot and the stool at the end of the bed. Her fingers are pressed firmly against her pussy in a V shape as she bares her clitoris.

_Fuck!_

"So, you think you'll look good in this?" she asks.

"It will fit me nice and tight," I say as I fumble with my belt, "the problem is, you are taking the lead, and that is my job," I reply as I step from my pants.

"Ooh, you are number one in this town, hey?" Shona says as she blows a sexy kiss like Marilyn Monroe would.

"I am and don't forget it, and god, I want your pussy," I say as I pull myself free from my shorts.

"Go on then Master, do it your way!" Shona says with a cute, schoolgirl giggle.

"That's exactly what I'm gonna do. Now, let me sit on that stool," I add ordering Shona to move.

_My cock is fully erect, and I want her to suck me hard._

"Kneel and shove your mouth around my cock," I order.

Shona kneels between my legs and wraps her full lips around the head of my cock. Her hand strokes me slowly and she slides her head lower to the base of my shaft.

I grab fistfuls of her hair and force her head lower down on my cock. I can hear her gasp as my cock fills her mouth. She taps me on the thigh. It's our signal that she needs a release. I respect the sign and lift her head from my cock.

"Holy Jesus, I'm sure your cock is getting bigger," Shona says as she smiles at me.

_Oh, perfect, full lips..._

"Quiet! Now, get on the bed and look in the top drawer," he orders.

Shona crawls up the bed and opens the drawer. There are two pairs of shackles that sit proudly on top of a Bible, _how fucking ironic. Joseph really is funny, sometimes._

I shackle Shona's wrists to her ankles. She is unable to move apart from her head or being able to rock back and forth like a baby. She lays on her back and her legs hold over her body. I kneel and rub my cock against her moist pussy. I sigh and her belly trembles as I push my giant cock inside her wanting pussy.

I grab her leg and roll her onto her side. She lays there trussed up and unable to move. God, her pussy is tight against my cock, and my hips begin to thrust as I drive myself deeper inside her.

"Oh, Beau!"

"Sssh!"

Shona's clitoris rubs against my cock as her pussy sits tight between her legs. I ram myself harder and faster and slap her ass. Shona shakes her shackles and is unable to move; fuck she's helpless as I shove my dick faster and faster into her perfect, wet cunt.

_Faster, faster Beau... make sure you cum before her._

I thrust harder and harder and slap my hand on her ass, my inner beast takes over my body. I can sense I'm close to my reward, and I'm not going to let Shona cum. My breath deepens, and my thrusts get shorter and shorter.

"Shona, I am ready. I'm gonna cum," I moan as my body tenses. Fuck, it's perfect as I release my hot cum inside of her still-wanting pussy.

I release the shackles and Shona rubs her wrists and looks confused. "What was all that about?" she asks.

"I was just showing my love to you," I reply.

"You have a funny way of showing it?" she replies looking slightly pissed at me.

"All will be revealed," I say as she heads to the shower.

I wait for the water to stop and sit on the edge of the bed. Shona exits the bathroom and has a frown on her face.

"I have something for you," I say as I pass Shona a box.

She opens the box and looks inside. "A chastity-belt?" she asks.

"Who said the game was over, put it on," I order her.

"It has a built-in dildo?" she asks as she slips the dildo inside her pussy and locks the belt.

"Remote controlled!" I say as I hit the button.

"Ooooh god," Shona says as her pussy quivers from the vibrations of the dildo. I hit the button a few times and giggle as Shona starts to squirm as her pussy vibrates.

"You bastard Beau, it's not funny, but fuck it's nice," she says as I hit the button, "oooooh, shit! Now stop it for fuck's sake," she adds.

We reach the restaurant and all the new staff are there, ready for the opening of the new club. I've arranged a bit of a party so they can all become acquainted before the big day arrives. It only took four weeks to have it renovated. Mike the builder is amazing.

The tables are scattered around the room and are full of the new girls that Joseph has arranged. Half of the girls are from Tina's that Cally and Shona asked to join us. On top of that, there's Conor and the other staff, and the guest of honor is Cally who will sit at the head table with us.

I watch as the waiters begin serving the dinners and I can see the champagne is flowing well. "Why has our table got four chairs?" Shona asks.

"A special guest," I reply.

"I suppoooooose it's Joseph," Shona says as I hit the remote for the dildo. She glares at me, and I can see the sexiness in her loving eyes. She's trying not to show the pleasure on her face.

"What's wrong with you Shona?" Cally asks.

"Nooooothing," she squeals as she clenches her fists and squirms in her seat.

The waiters bring the plates to our tables and I see Cally tugging on Shona's arm. "Holy Shit, it's that guy from the club, the one who tied me up. It's Ty," Cally says.

"Where?" Shona says.

"Over by the cloakroom. And he's just giving his jacket to the clerk," Cally says as she cowers closer to the table.

"Jesus, he does look like exactly Beau. I wonder why he's come here?" Shona says as she leans in to comfort Cally.

Shona looks at me as I begin to stand, she tugs at my pants to get me to sit. "Beau, don't. Please sit down and don't do anything stupid," Shona whispers.

"I'm not scared of him," I say as I raise my hand and wave.

"Beau, what the fuck are you doing? God, you will make things worse," Shona says as she pulls harder on my belt.

"Relax, it's not as bad as you think," I reply.

Shona looks and can see him approaching. And both her and Cally huddle together on the seat.

"Cally and Shona I would like you to meet Joseph the security guy," I say.

"You are the guy from the club?" Cally says.

"Sorry to disappoint you ladies, I promise you that it wasn't me," Joseph says. Shona looks at me sharply and very confused. "Hasn't Beau mentioned it?" Joseph says.

"He is my brother," I add finally.

"All this time, you have kept this a secret, you rotten bastaaaaaard, I can see you are twins," she says as she punches my arm, "and will you stop pushing that button while I am talking, I am getting wet!" Shona whispers angrily as she squeezes my leg.

"Joseph, meet the girls. And girls, this is the elusive Joseph, as you may have noticed, we are identical twins," I say.

I can see Shona and Cally trying to spot a difference between the two of us.

"And when I say identical, I mean identical in every way," I add. I stand from my chair and tap my glass. "Silence please everyone, I wish to make a speech," I say as the girls continue to try and tell us apart.

Cally is still dumbfounded. Everyone sits quietly. I laugh at the thought of Shona being horny and wet in public. Fuck, she's so darn hot.

"There are two things I wish to say. Firstly, I want to thank everyone who is joining us on this new venture. It will be beneficial for us all and I know that you will find it lucrative." Everyone claps and whoops with joy and excitement. "Secondly, something that is more personal to me is..." I ask Shona to stand with me. "Shona, without you, none of this would ever have materialized. What I want to say is, 'Will you marry me?'" I hold her hand.

I hold my finger on the dildo remote and grin to myself. I decide not to push it. But then I change my mind.

Shona holds my hand and looks into my eyes. "Yes, I would loooove, to marry youuuuuu," she says as I hit the remote.

Everyone applauds and laughs, and then a deadly silence falls on the restaurant. A single person clapping can be heard from the shadows.

"Congratulations Beau, you have finally done it," I hear as I look to Joseph.

Slowly from the shadows steps the last person I expected to see. I can see Cally's face go pale. She looks at me and then to Joseph. And she is in total shock and begins to shake.

"Weren't you expecting to see me, Beau?" he asks.

Shona pulls on my arm. "What the fuck is happening?"

I look at Shona, "Meet Ty, my identical triplet..."

"Um..." says Shona with a wide mouth. The room roars with laughter. _Triplets?_ No one could have ever guessed it.

_"Nothing turns me on like my Monday girl."_

# Shona

_"Home is where my heart is."_

Beau had asked me to marry him and I had accepted. God, he had made me the happiest woman in the world. From the first moment I met him, I knew there was something different about him.

He had his little vices, his BDSM and his control, but I was more than happy with it. I actually enjoyed it, myself. It was nice to be told what to do and to be controlled, every now and again. We always had a safe word.

We all arrive at the Docklands and it's opening day. The Spa looks fantastic from the outside and would really do great business on its own. Even without any intervention from the club... our secret club.

Beau and I stand hand-in-hand and smile at each other as we look at _Forbidden Fruit_. Yep, that's what we named the Spa. _Forbidden Fruit Spa and Baths._

The outside remains the same as the steel factory it used to be, and it blends in well with the surrounding area. It would have been a shame to change the look. Today though, it had thousands of balloons fastened to the front, and a large ribbon which I was just about to cut with Cally who finally looked better. Ty had apologized for being untoward and she had moved on.

"Speech, speech," I hear Conor shouting as he stands overly close to some of the girls.

"I'm not one for speeches, that's usually for Beau, but look what happened last time he made one!" I giggle. "Anyway, it has been a long journey, and for some it has been rough. So, I would just like to say this... the business is now well and truly open," I shout as I cut the ribbon.

We walk up to the red carpet, and Joseph opens the doors. We stand in the lobby and marvel at the work that has been done on the inside. The walls are covered in limestone bricks to head height, and then a band of dark red is emblazoned with a thin line of gold-colored blocks. Above this line, the walls are a naturally dark cream, and the ceiling is a mosaic, depicting Adam and Eve.

"Beau, it's truly fucking amazing," I say as I clench my fingers around his hand.

"It's like us, or should I say, it's the way I think of you and me. An eternal love," Beau says as he kisses me on the cheek.

"Come on, show me the rest of it," I ask as I pull him in the direction of the steam rooms.

The steam room is even nicer than the lobby area, the walls have been spilt between stripped limestone and white tiles. There are amazing alcoves cut into the walls which hold a separate basin with brass faucets. Blue and gold tiles outline all the edges of the alcoves and the door frames. Wow, it really is highly opulent, in every sense of the word.

The center of the room holds a raised platform which is large enough to hold about twelve people to lay down. And it's made from marble, inlaid with traditional Turkish patterns.

"Jesus Beau, I would never have expected all this," I say as I run my hand across the marble, "I can't wait to try it for myself!" I giggle.

"If you think this is nice, the pool will be the icing on the cake. I just love how this has turned out," Beau says as he drags me off into the next room.

We walk into the next room and I am totally blown away. The room is circular and has a high-domed ceiling, with small skylights that cast beams of sunlight onto the clear blue water of the plunge pool. The walls are all pure limestone of two distinct colors, with archways which are inset with stone benches.

"Oh, Beau, I just want to jump in the water, it looks so inviting," I say as I crouch and dip my fingers into the still water.

"Well, we will have to have a closed session, just you and me." Beau winks at me seductively.

"Mmm, that is even more tempting, our sweaty bodies rubbing against each other," I reply biting my lip.

"You haven't seen the club yet!" Beau says.

"One hooker club is pretty much the same as the next," I reply to tease him.

"Huh? You think I would do all this and let the club be overshadowed?" Beau answers as he pulls on my arm.

We walk to the back of the spa, and there is nothing, just the store cupboard, and a wall. "There is nothing here," I say plainly.

Beau places his hand on one of the black tiles, then a green, smoky light shines from under his palm. I can hear a faint noise. The wall slowly slides open and before us is a large set of stairs leading down into the basement.

"Brilliant, no one will know it is here!" I say.

"It was by accident. Tom the owner told us, or we would never have known," Beau explains.

We walk down the dark stairs; the dim red and white spotlights turn on as we make our way down lower. We arrive at a second door; it's covered in black leather and has a large chrome door handle.

Beau swings it open, and the vastness of the club amazes me. "Wow!" I say.

The room is filled with black leather and crushed red velvet upholstery. With red walls and silver spotlights that highlight the walls. There are also areas where people will congregate.

There are no tables. Just small islands which offer privacy for the clients. I can see that the girls will be able to dance and strip right at the tables, without anyone being able to see what is happening.

"So, what do you think?" Beau asks.

"You are right, this is not your typical club, so where are the rooms?" I ask. I feel like I'm in a whole other world.

"Follow me..."

We walk down a small hallway and I can see the rooms fill either side. I open the door, and the same theme has been carried forward into each room, but they are all designed with a certain desire. The courthouse feel is only in the lobby.

"Maybe I'll miss these days... and I'm sure Cally will," I say with a giggle.

"I think not my love, those days are well and truly gone," Beau says as he pulls me into his arms.

"Beau, I am so happy I met you," I say as I place my warm lips on his.

_God he's just heaven._

"It's me. I'm the lucky one. I was losing my way. And you helped to pull me back," Beau answers as he grabs my ass, "you fancy a quick one?" he adds with his perfect hard cock bursting out from his pants.

"Well, it would be nice to sample the room before it's used," I reply with a sly wink. I feel my body wanting him, immediately.

Beau pushes me to the bed and I lay on the red silk sheets; the freshness and the feel of being in a new place embraces me. I look at the ceiling and can see myself in the large mirror that hangs over the bed.

"You have thought of everything!" I say as I pull at my top.

"I've really tried. It's a fantasy land!" Beau says as he slips from his pants. "You are my fantasy... and my fiancé."

"We'll have to be quick," I say as I hitch my skirt up and slip off my panties.

"I will try," he answers with a laugh.

Beau climbs onto the bed and kisses me softly on the mouth as his hands caresses my breasts. My nipples bud as his thumbs rub pressure against them. Beau runs his hand over my skirt and places his hand on my inner thigh.

_God, yes!_

I grab the silk sheets and clench them in my fists as he slides his finger inside my already-aroused pussy. My body arches under his touch as he shoves his thick finger deep inside me.

"Ooh Beau, fuck me quick," I murmur into his ear.

Beau holds his cock and slides it between my moist pussy lips and drives himself forward; his massive cock fills me and I instantly feel his manliness. He pushes himself harder into my wanting pussy as I let out a moan.

"Faster Beau, I want to cum," I say as I tug at the silk sheets.

I bite my lip as Beau thrusts harder. I rock my hips and push my pussy into him. He is the sexiest man I've ever been with. And now, soon, I will become his wife.

"Oooohh, I'm gonna cum," I squeal.

"Me too, fuck I love you," Beau says as he breathes deep into my ear. His body tenses and he releases himself.

"Short and sweet, very fucking sweet," I say as we quickly get dressed and straighten the bed.

We exit the room and can see no one else is around. _Thank God! I like our moments to be private._

"What's down here?" I ask as I approach a door.

"That's the second exit." Beau opens the door and we exit.

We climb the stairs and find ourselves in another unit which is still empty. I was surprised to see Cally and Joseph standing and talking.

"Fancy seeing you here," I say to Cally.

"Well, you know, you have to make a quick start," she replies with a girly giggle.

Joseph and Beau talk. It's hard to tell them apart. "A quick start on what? Hmm, the building or Joseph?" I whisper to her.

"Well, you never know!" Cally replies with a smile.

"Go for it girl, if he's anything like Beau, you'll be onto a winner."

"I've thought about it, but I'm a little freaked out. He was fucking me on Tuesdays as... Beau!" Cally says. She laughs and can't believe the revelation.

"What a devil!" I say as I laugh.

Cally looks deep into my eyes and takes hold of my arm. "You know, the other one called Ty? I mean, what happens if he comes back and I'm not able to tell who is who?"

"Look at Joseph's left eyebrow... he has a pale scar. See?"

"Oh yeah. He does. Thanks Shona. You are my best friend. It's like coming home when I'm with you!" I give her a warm smile and we hug each other tightly.

"Ditto my friend."

_"Home is where my heart is."_

# Beau

_"Sometimes unlikely is likely."_

The club had been open for a few weeks, and we had been busy. And not just busy, we were whirlwind busy. I had no idea we would be so overwhelmed with clients; not just for the club, but for the spa as well.

I'd been visiting all the rich, seedy bastards in the business world. Many of them were only too happy to come to us and give Tina's club a wide birth. There was enough for us and Tina. I was satisfied in a way, because we had half of their customers right from the get go.

Tina should have looked after her girls properly. Now, I was glad I'd met Shona before all this shit had gone down. Joseph was busy with all the old clients from government establishments; he had a handle on those guys more than I did. The fire chief (for one) was super-happy with the place, but he was pissed now he knew Shona was off limits.

I'd taken Shona away from the city for a few days. I hadn't even given her a real ring, but that was something I was about to do.

The seafront restaurant was nothing fancy, and the item in my pocket was probably worth more than the whole place where we sat. We are halfway through dinner and I look into Shona's eyes. They glitter from the single candle which adorns the table.

"Shona, I asked you before, but I want to ask you again, now that we are alone," I start to say.

"Yes, what is it Beau?" she replies as she smiles at me.

I stand from my chair and get on one knee. "Shona, will you marry me?" I ask as I reach into my pocket and pull out the small box. I go to open the box and Shona places her hand on mine. Sudden shock flies through my body.

_Fuck, please don't say "no" now._

"Beau, I answered you before without a ring, and I want to answer you again, honestly," she says. "Yes, of course I'll marry you, I don't need a ring to influence me, silly!" she adds.

"You make me the happiest man in the world," I say, as I stand and kiss her. I feel my heart radiating as we touch. I love her more than any vow or ring could say.

"Beau, I said I didn't want a ring to influence me. I never said I didn't want one," she replies, wriggling her ring finger at me. "What girl doesn't want a ring?" she adds as I open the box.

I open the box and there it sits, the black diamond in a platinum band with a timeless knot design. "Beau, it's beautiful and so different," Shona says as I slip the ring on her finger.

"You shine enough my dear Shona, you don't need a flashy diamond to catch people's attention," I say as I return to my seat.

"I will treasure it forever," she says as she holds her hand out in front of her.

_I love you Shona, my everyday girl..._

We finish our meal and head back to the hotel because we have to go back home in the morning. We stroll along the sea walk and our arms link firmly together. I have never been happier in my whole life.

"Why Havana, Beau?" Shona asks as she gazes out over the ocean and pulls my arm tightly into her body.

"I thought about everything that happened at Tina's, and the one thing that always came to mind was that damned cigar smoke. It has burned an impression into my mind. And Havana is somewhere close, but also a million miles away from the world we live in now," I reply.

"So, are we going back to the hotel, now?" Shona asks.

"We can do, why do you ask?"

"That four-poster bed, it's just asking for you to tie me to it," Shona says with a seductive smile. I laugh at her words.

We return to the hotel and we shake the four-poster bed until it nearly falls to pieces. I easily take her and control her, and our fucking is as dark as the black diamond she now proudly wears on her finger.

We arrive back at the club before it opens. We decide to take advantage of the steam room and the pool while we have a chance.

"It's so damn peaceful in here," Shona says as she wraps herself in her towel.

"Not to mention... steamy," I say with a cheeky grin.

The room is so humid that I can feel my pores open, and all the traveling and odors from our trip to Havana just flow out and away from my body.

"It's a bit warm, I'm gonna jump in the pool," Shona says as she runs through the swing door.

"Right behind you," I call out.

I enter the plunge pool room and can see as Shona removes her towel. The beams of sunlight from the skylight fall on her naked body as she turns to me and smiles.

"Are we in heaven, Beau? Because it certainly feels like it," she says as she plunges herself into the pristine, clear water.

"It's pretty damned close," I say as I drop my towel, my cock already becoming hard.

"Ooh Beau," Shona says as she leans on the side of the pool.

I jump into the cool water, and my body feels exasperated by the feeling. I make my way to Shona and pin her against the side of the pool.

"You said you wanted to try the pool," I say as my cock rubs against Shona's leg.

"I wish, but we open in a few minutes, being naked is bad enough. And what happens if some of the girls come in?" she asks.

"They are hookers, they've seen it all before, Shona!" I reply in a sarcastic tone, adding a wink to tease her.

"Yes, but not yours, that's unless there's something you've never told me?" she replies trying to find out if I've been faithful.

"Nooo, I've _never_ been with any of the others," I reply in total truth. I couldn't after Shona. "But Joseph is another story, entirely!"

I'm just about to kiss Shona when my cell phone rings from the bench by the wall. "Damn it!" I say.

"Ignore it!" she says.

"Yeah, fuck it," I add.

The ringing stops and starts again. It has to be important for the call to come back so quickly. I pull myself from the pool and run to my phone. I switch it to hands-free.

"Hello," I call into the speaker.

"It's Joseph, where are you?" he asks with urgency in his voice.

"I am at the spa. I'm just in the pool, you are on loud speaker," I call.

"Ah, right, I'll come there, I need to see you," he replies.

"Sure, I'll get dressed and meet you here in about half an hour," I tell him.

"Right, make sure you are alone, sorry Shona," he shouts from the phone.

"How did you know she was here?" I ask.

"She is never far from your side, you pair of lovebirds... you crack me up," Joseph says with a laugh.

"Fuck you, Joseph!" I say as I hang up the phone.

I meet Joseph at the reception and he wants to see me alone. He leads the way to his secret part of the basement. The wall slides open and we enter the large room.

_Joseph, you have been fucking busy..._

"Jesus Joseph, you have been busy, I can have no part in any of this," I say.

"Don't worry, this is strictly off the books, and it's only me and Conor who knows it's here," he explains.

"So, what do you want to see me about?" I ask.

"It's nothing to do with business, that's going great. And we now have all the relevant officials well and truly in our pockets. Every one of them loves the club, and they could do with the concessions we are giving them," he explains.

"So, what is it then?" I ask.

"Ty, I am concerned about him. I thought he was going to be okay; he said he was sorry to Cally about the club, but he seems worse than ever," Joseph explains. "I thought you'd got him locked up safe and sound," he adds.

_Fuck, I thought we were done with him, too._

"That's what I thought, and I have no idea how he managed to get out. Christ, I'd arranged for him to be secure and have treatment, but the way he entered the party, I sense that it hasn't worked. Addiction is hard. Fuck, I don't know what to do," I say.

"We have to do something, you know what he is like. And if he feels like avenging what we've done to him, then there's no telling how far he will go," Joseph explains.

"Maybe, we can buy him off and get him shipped off away from here. I'm sure he might settle for that, you know how much he loves money and nice things," I say trying to assure Joseph.

_I am not sure money is enough for Ty._

"I'm not so sure this time, I'm hearing rumors," Joseph says.

"Rumors, what sort of rumors?" I ask with concern.

"The wrong sort of rumors... that kind," he says as he looks into my eyes.

"Where did you hear them from?" I ask.

Joseph looks deep into my eyes. "Everywhere!"

"Fuck, we're in trouble then, bro."

"Yes, I really think so. We'll have to handle it OUR WAY."

_"Sometimes unlikely is likely."_

# Epilogue Shona

### Six Months Later

_"Life is always what you make it... yummy as heaven..."_

My relationship with Beau had gone from strength to strength and I even moved in with him. His house has gone from the bare, barren wasteland he called home, to a place that's now full of warmth and love. A beautiful love between two people who have found each other in the most unforeseen circumstances.

_I could have easily missed you Beau, but that chance meeting on Monday was perfect. Manic Monday was always my favorite day of the week..._

Joseph had become quite attached to Cally, and I could see something was going to happen soon, if it hadn't already. Or maybe, they were just great friends, I couldn't be sure. She seemed much happier that she was not a working girl, anymore. I am proud to call her my friend, and I'm sure we will be friends for a very, very, long time.

Business wise, Joseph had his other thing, the one that was firmly behind closed doors. None of us knew what he had going on in there apart from Conor, and he was remaining tight-lipped. I did have a concern about it, and every time I asked either Beau or Joseph, they changed the subject. It bothered both Cally and I as we sat and talked about things while we lounged in the plunge pool.

"So, what about you and Joseph?" I ask.

"Well, I have nothing to say about his looks or his body, he is identical to Beau so you know what I mean... totally yummy," she replies, "he has some secrets, but they are mainly to do with business, so, I'm not going to ask anymore," she adds.

"Well, Beau doesn't even want to be involved with whatever Joseph's sideline business is. Because that's his baby alone," I explain. "There is one question they never seem to answer though, and it worries me a lot," I add.

"I know exactly what you are going to say, and I feel the same way. I have the same concern," Cally says.

"Whatever happened to the other brother Ty?" we say together.

We sip our Pina Coladas and feel like we are on a holiday. A permanent one... "Oh well," says Cally, "he must have gone to Vegas!"

"Or maybe they killed him!" I say as we both laugh.

"Killed who?" says Joseph looking seriously at us both like school girls in trouble.

"No one!" we both say in unison.

"Jinx," says Cally with a wink.

Joseph rolls his eyes and we laugh loudly. There's a whole two more hours before the customers filter in. We are so lucky!!

"Where is my Beau Boy Joseph?" I ask him.

"Probably organizing where he's going to tie you up when you tie the knot!" We all laugh as Beau walks in.

"What's so damned funny!" asks Beau. We all can't stop our laughing, now. I can't even believe how gorgeous my everyday boy is. I met him on a Monday, a Manic Monday!

_"Life is always what you make it... yummy as heaven..."_

# Teaser Tuesday: Book 2

> "If a guy can be that good looking he must be good in bed!" Oh my god he is. He comes every week at the same time. Tuesday at nine pm. 
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> But what does he want this time? It's different every single time. BDSM, a fantasy or maybe a chocolate desire, with loads of strawberries. Aha! He loves everything like that... my Teaser Tuesday boy.
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> He's like how I like my coffee... strong, sweet, hot and highly addictive. I just can't wait to see him again. He calls himself Ty. I'm his favourite, Cally. He can have me any damn day of the week! Bring it on...

_Teaser Tuesdays: The Billionaires Temptations book 2_

# Afterword

Hi, Everyone! I would like to offer my sincere gratitude for reading my book. I truly hope you loved it! It might be a bit naughty, at times!

I am here asking all my faithful readers who have enjoyed my work to leave me a great review. That's especially if you loved it as much as I loved writing it for you! Here is the link Manic Monday

I would also ask that if you have any great ideas for my future works you would like to see, or even just some feedback you want to share even if its bad! then you can email me here - newsletter@annalisewells.com \- I would love to hear your input. Your honest Feedback helps me improve my books.

Oh, and here is my link to my totally free book Dirty Fantasy (if you haven't already got your copy!!)...

http://annalisewells.com/free-books/ I thank you so much in advance for leaving a review and/or sending me an email. Because without you, my dreams simply wouldn't be possible. Sending love and light to yours!! Love and gratitude always, romance author Annalise Wells xx

# About the Author

Living in New York with her best friend and husband Jeremy who is the absolute sole inspiration for her hot romance stories every time, well nearly... She predominately enjoys writing Billionaire and Alpha romance, but she has spent a great deal of her career writing romance. When she's not cooking up some steamy plots she is living out her own happily ever after with her gorgeous fireman who caught Annalise's smitten eye.

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# Also by Annalise Wells

Virgin's Guardian Series

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Forbidden Fruit

In Deep

Bad Cop
