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The Party

I kept studying while Candace and Sarah picked out their outfits for the night. I didn’t have much to choose from. I’ve got one slinky black dress that actually does kind of complement my curves and a one-piece bathing suit that more or less does the same thing. I figured I’d wear the bathing suit under the dress and maybe, just maybe if I were feeling comfortable enough, I could whip it off and hop in the pool. Maybe.

“You’re wearing THAT?!” Sarah gasped when she saw my boring black bathing suit and my boring black dress.

“You’ve got to wear something a little more… revealing!” she insisted when I threw up my hands in frustration.

“No, I don’t. I’m going to your stupid part and that’s that. But I’m wearing what I want. I’m not just going to dress like Honey Boo Boo just because you two are.”

“Forget it,” Candace said with a shrug. “She’ll wear what she wants. I’m just glad you’re coming, Kenya.”

I grumbled something foul to her as I began to dress. I glanced at myself in the mirror in my one-piece. I honestly did like the way it looked: it showed off my voluptuous butt, and it was fairly low-cut, so you could see my generous—very generous—tits. My girls had straightened my thick, nappy hair and when I took off my glasses and let my hair touch my shoulders, the effect it caused with my dark skin was almost… cute? Sexy? Could it be?

“Yeah, I think she’ll be fine,” Candace said knowingly.

We hustled out of our apartment and all tumbled into the first taxi we could find. It was already nine and the party had started an hour earlier.

“Chad Stone could already be wading knee-deep in a sea of pussy!” whined Sarah.

“Never use that phrase again,” I mumbled, lazily watching the city lights dart by us as our cab sped down the highway. We took an off ramp and suddenly, we were careening through the empty downtown night streets of the city, finally coming to an abrupt halt in front of a darkened high-rise.

“Um, is this it?” I asked, peering up at the dark pillars of black glass that stood imposingly before us.

“It totally is!” Candace said, forking a few twenties over to the cabbie. “Look up at the top!”

I craned my neck skyward. From the ground, it looked like your usual office building but now, on the very top of the building, I could clearly see lights shining off into the pitch black night sky. There even seemed to be music and laughter coming from the top.

“I guess that’s where we’re going,” Sarah said. We took a long, almost interminably long elevator ride up to the very top of the building. I nervously hopped from foot to foot as the elevator climbed higher and higher into the sky.

“You’re wearing stilletos,” Sarah said, with a glance down at my feet. “You can’t hop around like that.”

“But I’m nervous! I don’t like big parties like this!”

“Just relax and look like you want to be here.”

And then the elevator door opened and we saw what “here” was…

The entire top of the building had been transformed into a decadent party scape. There was a giant pool, filled to the brim with giggling, topless super models, balancing beach balls in one hand and champagne flutes in the other. Gorgeous, totally ripped bodybuilders strutted by us as we stepped out of the elevator. They stopped to look us up and down before continuing on, wrapping arms around the barely bikini-clad buts of some super models by the bar. A DJ was spinning tunes off to the side and a space had been cleared for a dance floor, but it was really more of a mosh pit at this point.

“So… This is one of Chad Stone’s parties.”

A bouncer approached us. He was covered in tattoos and had a long scar running along his cheek, almost up to his eye.

“Are you ladies on this list?” he growled.

“Candace Williams, plus two,” Candace said as sweetly as she good. The bouncer clicked through an iPad suspiciously for a few minutes before nodding gruffly and stepping to the side, allowing us into this party wonderland.

We made a beeline for the bar, by which I mean I made a beeline for the bar and Candace and Sarah followed me loyally. I needed a drink and bad. I could feel all these pretty eyes on me and my boring dress and I had no idea how I would get through this night without a few drinks.

Fortunately, it was open bar and they weren’t checking id’s. We got three glasses of champagne right away and then I downed a second and third.

“Whatever happened to studying?” Sarah said with a smirk as I finished off my third glass of bubbly.

“There’s no way I could study here.”

“You were talking about studying when we got back.”

I shrugged. “I’ll sober up by then.”

“Or she’ll be in bed with Chad Stone!”

Chad Stone

Someone, a pretty model-type, turned around.

“Did you say Chad Stone? Is he here?”

We shrugged.

“We just got here. We haven’t seen him. We don’t even know what he looks like,” said Sarah.

The model sighed.

“No one does. He’s super mysterious. But this is all his! He’s got a hedge fund and he makes, like, a million dollars an hour. It’s ridiculous.”

“That’s incredible,” Candace breathed as the model stalked away, her stilletos clacking.

“I’m hot,” I whined. “I’m getting in the pool.”

“And in the car, you were saying you wouldn’t even get in the pool!” Sarah called behind me as I wandered over to what seemed to be a fairly empty part of the pool. As I stripped off my dress and kicked off my shoes, I immediately began to feel self-conscious.

Almost all the girls in the pool were in skimpy little bikinis and the ones who were seemed to be straight up naked, except for maybe a thong or a string bottom. Two girls got out of the pool just as I lowered myself into the water and—yep, they were totally naked.

I watched them pad over to the bar, water dripping off their perfectly proportioned breasts. I sighed. What the hell was I doing here?

“You don’t look very happy. Not having a good time?” a voice said out of nowhere. I turned around. There, standing before me, was a veritable Adonis.

He was a mass of lean muscle, chiseled perfectly, with gorgeous nut brown hair and a mischievous little boy grin on his beautiful lips.

“I... Uh… I sure am… Having a good time, I mean,” I stuttered, blushing hard, feeling the alcohol get to me.

“Why are you wearing that dumpy bathing suit?” he asked, floating a bit closer to me. He smiled warmly but that did little to assuage my sudden influx of anxiety.

“Oh, uh… This was the only one I have.”

“That’s too bad. You’d look great in a bikini.”

“You’re being sarcastic,” I blurted out, probably because of the alcohol. “That’s mean.”

“No, I’m serious. It looks like you’ve got a gorgeous body,” he said, very smoothly. “You could just take that suit off. There are other girls here who are skinny dipping.” He grinned wide. “I won’t tell your mom and dad, don’t worry.”

I flushed bright red.

“I should go,” I said, moving to get out of the pool.

“No, you shouldn’t.” He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to him, sliding his arms around my waist.

“I don’t think I caught your name.”

“Kenya Powers,” I said dreamily. “And you?”

I could feel his hardness through his swimsuit and oh my god, was he packing… As if the six pack and Superman chest hadn’t been enough!

“Chad Stone. This is my party, I guess you could say.”

I gasped, my mouth gaping wide. He just grinned.

“Now, Marinz Powers, what’s it going to take to get you out of that swim suit?” I felt his hand slide down my thigh and I whimpered.

Involuntarily, I spread my legs a little and I felt his hand work its way in between my legs, rubbing my soft mound. I seriously could not believe this was happening. I wasn’t this kind of girl!

He slid a finger inside my bathing suit and there I was—literally seconds after meeting my first billionaire, his fingers were rubbing my clit.

“Ooh… I… I don’t know…”

“Maybe you’d like to see the rest of the house? It’s pretty impressive, if I do say so myself.”

I nodded dreamily and he took me by the hand.

He led me out of the pool and, totally unnoticed by everyone at the party, we padded away from the crowds and into the penthouse.

First Passion

He led me through a gorgeous, very modern living room, filled with decadent, comfy-looking leather couches. There were couples in various stages of intoxication draped all over the couches: some were still just talking, chatting casually with a quick, flirty touch here or there. Some were already sitting on laps. Some had graduated to making out, and dress straps had already started to fall away. One girl’s breast was full exposed and her lover stroked it with long, slow circles as he swirled his martini in his other hand.

“Friends of yours?” I asked Chad.

“You could say that. I’ll never see them again. Not as long as I live, I’m sure. Unless they come to another party.”

We passed through an enormous kitchen filled with bartenders, rapidly mixing up new punches, new drinks, uncorking magnum bottles of champagne and pouring them out into hundreds of individual flutes.

“How can you afford all this?” I gasped. Of course, it was a stupid question. Good going, Kenya, I thought. If you were planning on charming him with your wit… That plan is shot.

“I’ve got a fair bit of money, as you may have gathered,” Chad said with a smile. His hand tightened over mine. “Harvard for undergrad, two years at Goldman, then Stanford for business school. I started a small operation with a few classmates that took and here I am, four years later… What I would call comfortably wealthy. But I apologize… You probably didn’t want my resume, did you?”

His smile made me want to melt from the inside out. It drove me wild; made me weak. Not just weak in the knees, like you read about in romance novels but weak all over—weak in the elbows, weak in the ankles, weak in the gut.

He flung open a door in the hallway leading out of the kitchen and I found myself in the single most beautiful, luxurious bedroom I had ever seen. His giant, circular bed stood in the center of the room, with circular couches surrounding it. There was a small Jacuzzi tub right there in the room, along with a mini bar and a terrace that opened up onto a gorgeous view of the night city skyline and a small private garden, complete with another pool, separate from the big one outside.

“My home at home,” Chad said with a smile. He hooked a finger under one of the straps of my dress and paused. “I often find myself having to entertain clients at my personal home—I think you’ll agree it’s more impressive than most hotels and the location is a tiny bit better too, and besides… Parties are more interesting than taking your clients out to bars.”

He laughed and slid the strap down my shoulder. His touch made me shudder deliciously.

“But look at me, babbling about work.”

“No,” I said looking back at him. “I like it. It’s interesting. I mean, I’m just a student, so it’s interesting to hear what people do in…” I paused as he slid away my suit’s other strap and pulled down the top part of my swim suits, passing it over my breasts and revealing them to him. “…in the real world.”