EroticReverie

Victor

"That one." Jeremiah says, nodding across the room, after I tell him to pick from one of the women in the room to spend some time with. 

"That one is off limits." I tell him as he looks at Arabella. 

"What purpose does she serve then?" Jeremiah asks and I give him a single look that has him turning his eyes away from me, and avoiding Arabella's direction. He settles for a red head, new to my collection. 

"Good choice." I say. I've already forgotten her name, but she fucks like a well paid whore should. I test all of them out before allowing them to work for me, and if they want to keep their place here, they do who I say, when I say, and they are kept happy by getting a roof over their head, a fancy car to drive, and anything their money sign eyes could ever want. The only catch is, when they leave, they leave with nothing. IF they're caught stealing from me, or selling the things I buy them, or trying to run away, then, well...things don't end to well for them. I've never hurt a female, or allowed another man to hurt them, unless it's in the bedroom and it's consensual. However, I do have Malena, who handles the girls when the need arises. 

I walk over, introducing Jeremiah to her. She smirks when I come up blank on her name.

"Celeste" she holds out a hand to Jeremiah. He lifts it in his, kissing it, playing the gentleman, when I know, he knows, and she knows, he's anything but.

Once they're off to Celeste's room, I turn , lifting my glass as I sip my whiskey and look at Arabella a few feet away.  She's standing alone by the floor to ceiling window that leads out onto the stone balcony in the ball room. The doors are open, a slighty breeze blowing the stands of her hair that frame her face, and the gown I have her in, blows around her feet, my eyes drawing up along the white satin gown that clings to her, it's straps are thin, the fabric draping over her breasts, showing her beautiful breasts, her nipples hard beneath the fabric, calling to me like they have ever since the day I first saw her. 

My brother Colt, and our friends who run this...establishment...have told me Arabella, needs to start earning her keep now that she's turned eighteen. 

Everyone knew what my home was. A glorified brothel, where wealthy men came to pay for sex with younger, goregous women. 

Two years ago, Arabella showed up here for a spot. She looked lost, and out of place among the other girls. Her five foot six frame, her perky a cup tits, in that tiny little neon green skin tight dress she had on, with six inch stripper heels. Her lips painted red. Eye makeup caked on, with a whole tube of fucking mascara on her lashes. She clearly had no idea what she had been walking into. She dressed like she had come to try out for porn, or a job at a strip club. The women I kept under my roof were whores, sure. But they were expesnive,..classy whores....not the kind of whore Arabella showed up dressed as. 

She'd given Malena a fake ID. But I could tell by looking at Arabella , she was not eighteen.  I almost fucked her, just to teach her a lesson. Almost, made her undress and suck my cock like I make them all do. Almost made her spread those legs for me to pound away at her cunt in that cheap little neon number she had on. But no...I didn't do that. Instead I got the truth out of her. A runaway from a shitty home, looking for something, anything , better than what she left behind. 

So , I took her in. As nothing more than a house guest. I've taken care of her, just as I do the others. Some of them have been a bit jealous of her, being that she's not made to work. At least not yet, because she was underage. This is the first party she's been allowed to attend, since her birthday was just last week. Eighteen. She's still five foot three, but will tell you shes 5'6" and ahalf if you ask her yourself. Her breasts are fuller, a perfect c cup now, and her hips are a touch wider, her curves are fucking maddening. 

I've treated her more like a daughter these past two years. Or maybe it just feels that way because I don't put my dick inside of her. My brother scolded me for taking her in, then eventually got the fuck over it. Our other Friends, Bones, Gage, and Zane, also advised to turn her loose. That I'd get myself into trouble with her being that she was underage. But I didnt ever touch her, I havent laid a fucking finger on her, other than maybe a few soft touches of her arm each day, or letting my hand drift over the swell of her ass once or twice...or a hundred times. She was mine. I'd make no apologies for the ways I let my hands skirt the edge of appropriateness with her. 

Her eyes shift, and land on mine, a small smile on her lips, a playful little cock of her head as she catches me staring. 

"You look nice." I say as I walk over to her, lifting my glass, taking another sip of whiskey. She gives a little roll of her eyes, then lifts her hand and her fingers slip over mine as she takes my glass.

"I should hope so, you're the one who picked out the dress, as always." she says, and lifts the glass her to bare lips. So far from the girl who showed up in that stripper outfit and cheap whore makeup. Now she wears designer dresses, and keeps her face bare, not because she wants to, but because I require it. I might not have been able to hold her down and fuck her and control her body exactly how I wanted to, but I could control other things. The way she dressed. The way she did her hair, her makeup. Those were the rules. Since I couldnt fuck her, or sell her holes to other men. She'd earn her keep by playing the part of my living doll. 

"Who said you could have a drink?" I ask, lifting my brow. Even though I know she sneaks wine and liqour from the bars in the house sometimes, but she thinks I don't know. 

"I'm eighteen." she says, her lower lip still pressed to the glass, her tongue peeking along the edge of the rim as she smiles up at me. 

"The drinking age is twenty one Arabella." I remind her. 

"You let the other girls drink." she says and takes another sip, not even flinching, licking her lips as she looks up at me. 

"The other girls..." I say lifting my hand, taking my glass back gently. "Are different." 

"They work for me. They are allowed to drink when meeting with guests." I say. 

"Well...I'll be working for you soon....right?" she asks, biting her lip slightly.

My nostrils flare. 

I don't like the idea of her working here. But I know I can't keep her here, unless she works for me. If I dont put her to work, I could do something stupid, like fuck her and fall in love. Me and my brother...my friends...we dont do love....it's messy, and troublesome. WE're bachelors, and it's part of what drives other men to us, to our girls. We sell them the fucking dream, the fantasy. 

She lifts her hand and slips it over mine, her green eyes locked on mine, then drops them to her hand over mine, and her fingers wrap around the glass and takes it back. I watch the glass sit on her plump lower lip as she lifts it, finishing the last sips of it, downing it and lowering the glass. Her lip shining with the whiskey, her tongue slipping out over her lower lip as she smiles and licks her lips clean. 

"mmm" she hums. 

My jaw clenches and reach out, grabbing her by her waist, my hand slipping behind her lower back as I pull her to me, and she gasps, hand out, holding the glass as I look down at her, her breasts against my chest, her mouth parted. Fucking. Mine. Is all my dick can manage to understand as it presses against her belly in her dress. I watch her swallow.

"Ahem" a throat clears. My eyes still on her, but her head turns. 

"Colt" she says with a smile, her voice half breathless

I told my head, to find my brother there, he lifts a brow at me. 

"Looks like it's time to arrange her audition." Colt says, and I see him look at me, studying me for my reaction. Because I wasnt the only one who fucked the women when they came to work here.  My brother Colt, along with our guys Bones, Gage, and Zane. 

I say nothing, because my brother knows I don't want anyone fucking touching her. He knows I have no plans of fucking making her work for me or letting her even try to. I havent said it out loud, because of the trouble it would cause between us, but oh,he fucking knows. They all do. I dont HAVE to say it. 

Colt steps forward. 

"Maybe we can set it up tonight." he says, reaching for her, his fingertips just touching the strap of her dress. 

"Get your fucking hand off her." I growl and hear Arabella suck in a breath. 

My brother huffs, hand pausing and, one fingertip sliding down that strap, toward her breast.

"Or what big brother?" he asks and plucks the fucking strap and Arabella squeaks slightly.

"It's what we've all been waiting for isn't it?" Colt asks, with a fucking smirk. 

"Touch her again, and I'll cut your fucking fingers off your hand...brother." I seethe and Colt smirks, and looks at Ariella.

"She wants to work.....don't you doll?" Colt smirks. 

"Tell him....tell him how badly you want to be our whore." Colt grins at her and she shakes her head slightly.

"Colt, no" she breathes.

"Go on, tell him.....tell him where you were the last night you were seventeen..." He smirks. 

"What?" I ask, looking at him, then at her , she's terrified, eyes watering.

"Don't" she exhales. 

"Or maybe.....we should ask....where Bones was that night....." Colt says and I clench my jaw.

"What?" I growl and look at her. 

"It's not...it's not what you think!" she says and places her hands on my chest. "I promise, it's not!"

"what the fuck happened?" I growl and look at my brother who laughs. 

"Let's just say, If were cutting off fingers that touched her..." he says. "Bones owes you two." he says and holds up his pointer and middle finger together, curling them with a grin.

"Vick , please" she clutches my suit jacket. 

I look at her. "Is that true?" I glower at her. 

"It's..."she says, mouth bobbing open and closed.

"Dont you fucking lie to me." I warn her. 

"yes" she answers and grabs my jacket harder. "but it was a mistake! we made a mistake!" 

"Like you made with Zane last year?" Colt asks. 

"Colt! Stop!" she begs and I grab her wrists.

"Or what about last month....with Gage?.......or last night....with me?" Colt smirks and touches her again, hand sliding down her arm. 

"such a pretty whore when you cum Arabella, and you taste fucking divine" he whispers for the three of us to hear and I fucking lose it.