“Devon you’re to good to be true. Do you know that?”
He laughed, “I’m a good listener too. You sure you don’t want to talk? I feel like you are doing something that maybe you’re struggling with.”
I suddenly had to go. I didn’t want Devon talking me out of something that I was excited to do. This was my chance I was taking it.
I stood, looking at the time on my cellphone. He stood with me. “I’ve got to go. I promised a friend a ride home from work,” I lied.
Devon hugged me tight. “Make good choices,” he whispered in my hair.
I pulled away, smiled a weak smile, patted him on the chest, and got the hell out of there. I had to. I didn’t like the thoughts manifesting in my mind. I was doing this. There was no question about it.
In my heart I knew I went to the right place that day. I just wanted someone to hold me. I knew Devon didn’t really know me, he knew what I let him see. It made me feel better to be with him. I knew I had a new family that I could have gone too, my mind unconsciously led me to him.
I left his apartment that day a new woman.
The moment I stepped into my car, I was a VIP.
*S*
“Holy shit man, you sure you want to do this, Sebastian? I mean this is it. Done. Game over. Finito. The End. Finished. Capote. Complete. Closed. Fuck man…the list could go on…” All I could do was groan.
“Why did I bring you to this? I should have known better.” Putting my hands up in a frustrated gesture. “Tony, we’ve been together for two years and I’ve known her my whole life. I’ve never been more sure of anything. Now relax man, you act like you’re the one that’s proposing. Can you do what I asked you to do, and help me find a damn ring?” I swayed my hands to all the rings.
“I mean, look how many there are, man. How the hell are we going to narrow it down?” This was turning out to be more frustrating than I had initially thought, and this was only the first jewelry store.
“Whatever man, waking up to the same chick every morning. They don’t call it the old ball and chain for nothing, Sebastian. As the best man…I am the best man right?” I laughed and nodded.
“I am doing my dutiful duty of making sure you know how HUGE of a commitment this is. I mean why can’t you just be like everyone else and live together?” I sign.
“Because, Tony…Julia is an old fashioned girl she would never agree to live together before getting married. Plus, I love her man!” “Please, please, please just help me.” I begged, placing my hands in the prayer position.
“Fine! We’re going to Vegas for your bachelor party.” I tried to interrupt and protest and got a flat hand to my face.
“Don’t be a selfish fuck, Sebastian. This isn’t just about you. Ashley is going to be up my balls now, once she finds out you guys got engaged. Ugh…fuck you very much man.” I couldn’t help but to laugh.
“Okay, I’m ready now. What kind of jewelry does she like?” He asked.
“I don’t know, the sparkly kind,” I presumed, as he rolled his eyes.
“No you douche, I mean silver or gold.”
“Oh…yeah…I knew that. Um…silver?...Yeah, yeah it’s silver.” He moved to the right.
“Then we only need to be looking over here.”
After two days and nine jewelry stores later, I finally found it. I know this sounds corny, the second I saw it I knew it was the one. It’s Julia to a T. Two carat, princess cut, in a platinum setting. It was going to cost me two years of payments, but she was worth it.
I had just gotten out of grad school in NYU and scored a hell of an internship at Yachting Enterprises in Biscayne Bay, Miami. Being on the water was the only place I ever considered employment. My goal was to become a yacht broker. I was twenty-four and ready to work my ass off. Julia was twenty-two about to start law school at UM. Having a long distance relationship these last few years had been tough. I was ready to make the next move in all aspects of my life.
I knew she had class late that night, which made it much easier for me to be able to set up a romantic evening. She didn’t know I was there. I surprised her with everything. I laid out candles from the doorway to the living room. There were dozens of roses everywhere, including pedals spread all over the floors. I even had shiny silver and red Mylar balloons in some places.
I wasn’t nervous, waiting for her arrival. This felt right. We felt right. I took a deep breath, when I heard the keys unlock the door. I took another deep breath. This was it.
Julia’s eyes scanned the candles, the roses, and the balloons all at once. Her vision finally found me, standing off to the side with the biggest smile ever. She dropped her keys and purse to the sofa and walked towards me.
“Oh My God, Sebby. What an amazing surprise. I thought I wasn’t seeing you until next week.” She threw her arms around my neck. “I’m so happy to see you.” I embraced her and slid my arms around her waist. God she felt amazing. We stayed in each other’s arms briefly. I pulled back to see her smiling face as I slowly made my way to one knee, kneeling in front of her. Her mouth slightly opened and her eyes widened, as I placed her left hand in mine.
“Babygirl, I have known you my whole life. I love that I know everything about you. I love how you’re the pickiest eater I have ever met. I love that you crinkle your nose when you’re nervous, just like you are right now. I love that being with you is never enough. I love that I smell you on my clothes every time I leave you. I love that you’re the first person I think about when I wake up and the last person I think about when I go to sleep. I love that when you have too much to drink, you slightly snore. I love that your body fits perfectly against mine. I love that I never want to be without you. I love that you love me, as much as I love you.” Taking the tiny box from my pocket, I continued.
“I love that you make me the happiest person in this world and I would love if you’d do me the honor, of being Mrs. Vanwell.” I opened the box, as her hand covered her mouth and she gasped
“Will you marry me, Babygirl?” She dove to me with so much force, she knocked us both over.
“Yes!” She squealed, kissing me. “Yes!” She kissed me again. “Yes!” She kissed me again and again and again.
“Oh my God Sebby, I love you!”
“I love you, too, Babygirl.”
*Y*
The night had finally arrived we were in the limo on our way to The Gala. Madam, Brooke, Milania, and I were arriving together. The rest of the girls were in another limo behind us. We were all dressed to the nine. We pulled up to a gate where the entry automatically opened. The circular driveway could have it’s own street name, it was that big. Limos were parked everywhere. I didn’t see another car in sight.
I felt like I exuded nervousness.
Madam exited the car first and Brooke grabbed my hand.
“Don’t worry Bella, follow me to the bathroom when we get inside.”
Once inside, we were greeted with men who took our coats and handed us champagne. I could hear the music of an orchestra. I didn’t see anyone though. The girls all scattered once our coats were taken and Madam excused herself as well. Brooke took my hand and I followed her to the bathroom.
She reached into her purse and handed me a white pill.
“What is this?”
“It’s a Xanax it will relax you. It’s only a 0.25, enough to get rid of the nervousness, just not enough to put you in a coma. Down your champagne, too.” I gave her a skeptical glare.
“Trust me.” I did as I was told.
“Follow me, Madam usually socializes before she finds us. We need to go out there and make nice with everyone. Just act like you own the room. Speak when spoken to and most importantly flirt at any given chance. It doesn’t matter what they say just act like it’s the most interesting thing you have ever heard.
Also, try to touch them, like put your hand on their chest, or graze their hand. If you could push your breasts on them that would be great, too.” I nodded.
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sp; We walked out of the bathroom and began walking towards the lanai in the back of the house. As soon as we stepped foot on the lanai the whole dynamic of the room changed. There was exuberance as far as I could see. The lighting, decorations, servants, food, drinks, and people.
We continued to walk as I observed everything around us. We passed a sushi platter where a woman lay naked with the sushi on top of her. I had never been around anything that was so sexually oriented before. I started to feel the effects of the pill and champagne. I think Brooke sensed it too. She reassuringly squeezed my hand.
“Brooke, Baby.” We heard Madam call. We walked over to her, being escorted by four gentlemen. One of them being Gabriel.
“Girls, there you are. I have been looking for you. Where did you run off to so fast?” Madam said.
“Oh, Bella—.”
“Ysabelle,” Madam corrected, cutting Brooke off.
“Yes, Ysabelle needed to use the restroom.”
“Of course, thank you for being so generous with your time. Ricardo has been asking about you Brooke. I don’t think you should keep him waiting.”
“Oh…I thought I would stay with Ysabelle tonight.” Brooke looked at Madam like they were breaking a pact or something, like the plan was changing.
“No Brooke. I’ll tend to Ysabelle, you go.” Madam took my hand from Brooke’s. Brooke smiled, whispering in my ear.
“Just go with it. You will do amazing.” She kissed me on the cheek, smiled at everyone as she excused herself, and left our presence.
“Well then, gentlemen, this is my newest lady, Ysabelle. Ysabelle this is Jeremy, Nicolas, Joshua, and of course you’ve met Gabriel.”
“Hello everyone.” I could feel the lust from each of these men radiating off of them. It was like the sensuality was being transmitted from me to each one of them.
Gabriel was of course right by my side. I wasn’t exactly sure how all of this worked, I could tell that he was anxious to get his hands on me. The other three men gawked at me with mouthwatering smiles. I knew then how much I loved the fucking attention. I was being devoured by all these men and their want for me.
I was trying my best not to be nervous, and embrace all of the thoughts and feelings that were radiating in my direction. I was struggling. I couldn’t help it. I was mostly apprehensive about what was expected of me and if I would be good at it.
“Ysabelle?” Madam called, interrupting the insecurities going on inside of my head.
“Huh?” Shit, that sounded stupid. Madam didn’t like it either. This wasn’t the image I was supposed to portray.
“Can you excuse us, gentlemen?”
Fantastic, she was upset. I could tell that she wasn’t happy with me. I had to get my shit together. I wanted this. I could do this. I knew I could.
I followed her to an office where she leaned against the desk, crossing her ankles. I wrung my hands and dropped my head, waiting for the storm.
“What are you doing? Drop your hands and look at me. Do you want to be here, Ysabelle? Have I not made myself perfectly clear about everything, and what is expected from you? Do you think for one second that any of this behavior you’re exhibiting right now, will be tolerated? If you would rather go back to earning not even half of what you are truly worth, then the damn door is behind you.” She let out a loud frustrated sigh and composed herself, her posture straightened and she brushed off her gown.
“Now…are you ready?” She tested.
“Yes. I’m fine. I promise.”
She smiled a deviant smile as she walked toward me. She circled me and moved my hair from the front of my shoulder to my back. “Who’s holding the control, Bella Rosa?” she asked in her domineer tone.
“I am,” I replied.
“That’s my girl, now you’re going to put these nerves to rest and show these men how confident you are. You’ve got the looks. You’ve got the body, and you need to have the confidence, my beautiful girl. I want to see you express that authority. Do you understand me, Ysabelle?” She asked, raising her voice and causing me to jump a little.
“I’m sorry, Madam. I understand everything.”
“You are in control. You don’t ever forget that. These men do not pay for a little girl.”
I learned right then and there that Madam was to be respected. She didn’t fuck around and I needed to choose and pick my battles.
“I’m ready, Madam,” I promised.
“Follow me,” she ordered.
“Where are we going?” I asked as she led me down the long corridor.
“It seems that you have created quite the bidding war around here. I am going to talk some business, while you observe Brooke for a bit.”
I didn’t reply. Observe Brooke?
Madam never even knocked on the door. She opened the door as if she owned the place and could do whatever she wanted.
The man that Brooke was entertaining sat in a chair, fully clothed in his expensive suit and tie. Brooke stood in front of him wearing a black lace bra and panties. Brooke winked at me. She knew what was going on.
Madam led me to a sofa and bent to my ear. “Don’t talk, only watch. I will be back for you in a bit,” she demanded, leaving me with a kiss on the cheek.
“Don’t touch her, Ricardo.” she demanded with a straight finger from him to me.
I watched Madam walk out with an ominous look. I’m pretty sure it was a warning look. I turned my attention back to Brooke and Ricardo. I was surprised by how Brooke made this seem comfortable. It wasn’t dirty or tainted at all, not like I was expecting. It was erotic and sensual, enough that I could already feel the wetness between my legs. I wanted to be a good girl, too.
I watched as Brooke seduced Ricardo with the movements of her body. She carefully mesmerized him with the look in her eyes. Her demeanor said everything without needing to use words.
Ricardo was the pawn, he was the toy, and he was feeding off her confidence and movements. The way she swayed her body insinuated sex and she wasn’t even touching him yet. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was stunning.
She got on her hands and knees and crawled over to him. Once she was between his legs she pressed her breasts on the bulge of his pants. She removed his hardness from his slacks and slid his cock between her breasts, gliding up and down. He groaned when she took him deep into the back of her throat.
I turned and saw Madam quietly wave for me to join her from the cracked door. I didn’t even hear her open it.
“Are we good now, Ysabelle?” she asked.
“Absolutely.”
“Fabulous. Darling, we had a little bit of a bidding war with our men this evening. It seems as though the gentlemen all want a piece of the action.” She boasted raising her eyebrows.
“I didn’t want to overwhelm you too much for your first time, so we came up with a happy medium. Gabriel wants you more, he paid top dollar for you. Here’s the catch…the rest of the men get to watch.” She paused for a moment.
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head, it’s only the three suitors you met downstairs. And me of course. I wouldn’t leave you alone, Bella Baby, at least not your first time, don’t fret.
No one is allowed to touch you other, than Gabriel.” Madam explained, as we walked towards our destination.
Now I was intimidated. I didn’t want to make the same mistake and disappoint her again.
“Bella, my love. Stop worrying about pleasing me, and focus on pleasing yourself. This is about you, and nobody else.”
How the hell did she do that?
Madam opened the massive door and led me to the most elegant bedroom I’d ever seen. The walls even looked to be stone. I knew that it was probably some kind of stucco or something, they were amazing. I could describe this room to tee. I was astonished by it. I will never forget the first room that I entertained in.
Gabriel was sitting on the edge of the four poster bed. His legs were stretched out with his elbows leaning on them. He noticed me and immediately sm
iled.
The other gentlemen were sitting in three separate chairs, just waiting to observe the display.
Madam never said a word. She made her way to a bistro table in the corner, trying to make herself as invisible as possible, I was sure.
Gabriel rose and poured me a glass of wine.
“How about you sit right here, Ysabelle?” he said patting the bed beside him and handing me the glass of wine. I sipped the wine and smiled a seductive smile.
“How about I sit right here, Gabriel?” I offered moving to his lap.
“Hmm…” he agreed, running his hand up my dress.
I placed my hand over his, stopping him when I realized he was going for gold.
“Now, now, Gabriel, do you really want this to be over so soon?” I said, running my nail down the front of his gray dress shirt.
“No, what I want is for you to suck and then fuck my cock.” He said, in almost a heated tone.
I stood from his lap, not speaking, only staring down at him with the same smile that Brooke had used on Ricardo. I took a sip of my wine and set it on the table.
“Stand up Baby,” I ordered, and just like that, he was in front of me.
I loosened his tie and held onto it with both hands. “Is that what you want Gabriel…how do you want me Baby? Huh? You want me on my knees?”
“Fuuucck yes.” He stammered.
I unbuckle his belt and it fell to the floor with a thud. His zipper was next and his pants dropped to the floor.
Gabriel liked to go commando.
His thick cock sprung up at attention.
“I’m happy to abide,” I whispered, in his ear.
He pulled me closer to him and I turned my face to the side.
“What? I can’t kiss you?”
“Right here,” I replied, placing my finger on the corner of my lip. He kissed the side of my mouth and moaned.
“You smell fucking amazing,” he whispered.
“I am fucking amazing, Gabriel,” I assured him.
I immediately dropped to my knees and stroked his cock. He moaned in appreciation.