Stepdad Romance: A Lesson From The Man Of The House: (Older Man Younger Woman Romance) (3 page)

Chapter 5: A Surprise Call

Now, let me tell you about my children. My step children, I mean. My step son, James, is about thirteen years old. He was quite young when I married Natalia, is a darling little boy, and quickly got used to calling me dad.

Another reason for that is because his own father is an actor who spends half his time in Hollywood and the other half in rehabilitation centers. He is somewhat spoilt but there is not much that a thirteen year old can ask for, and since he is mostly very well behaved, I like him.

Natalia’s daughter, however, is another story. She was not so young when Natalia and I tied the knot, calls me Blake, and is ever the spoiled brat. She probably chose not to stay with her father because of the money. She already came from a rich family, not as rich as me but still rich, and was already very spoilt.

In the beginning, I let her do what she wanted, I let her get away with things, and even bought her whatever she wanted. I wanted to please Natalia. But, later on, I realized, Kendal, for that is her name, was a super bitch.

There were occasional, or rather regular, complaints from her school.
She was a total bitch, often got caught doing drugs, if not by teachers than by police. For a family like ours, this is a problem. It is bad publicity.

From the outsets of it, we do look like a perfect little family. We have even graced the covers of several magazines, including both business and fashion ones, and sometimes there are little stories on her little transgressions. I have tried talking to her, and so has Natalia, but the bitch just won’t listen. I have been wanting to teach her a lesson but Kendal knows where she stands.

If she ends up in jail, she knows we will get her out. Again, we have the contacts so all we have to do is make a few calls and she’s out. She takes good advantage of it.

Now, you already know about the whorehouse I frequent. It only caters to the richest men, the millionaires and the billionaires. Mostly the billionaires only because they pay well. How this particular whorehouse works is a bit different.

They do not have prostitutes and are not in business daily, weekly, or even monthly. The girls they allow to present themselves there, up for bidding, need to apply first.

The first thing that happens is that the Madame of the whorehouse sees if they are beautiful. They do not accept average or even above average girls. They accept the best ones only. Once a girl is accepted, she has to go through several tests.

The Madame personally ensures that all the girls presented are virgin. A virginity test is conducted initially, and after that they are all checked for sexually transmitted diseases and all to make sure they are all disease free. Once that is done and all things are settled, the Madame makes a call to her clients to let them know about the bidding.

While I said I frequent the whorehouse, what I mean is I go whenever the Madame calls, but the calls are not very frequent. If someone has special requests, the whorehouse does cater to those for some extra bucks. The whorehouse is situated in a building that used to be a 5-star hotel.

Now, they have upgraded it to a 7-star hotel. In the basement of the hotel is where the bidding war takes place. On the top floor of the hotel, the 50th floor, is where all the luxurious rooms are. Those rooms are not available to the general public though, only the ones who win a virgin get to go there.

Since a lot of people make special requests, the rooms are adjusted to suit their needs, and whatever equipment may be needed is also provided. All rooms, by default, contain the basics, including the lubricants, condoms of all sizes, both for men and women, numbing creams, delaying creams, even the morning after pills, etc.

The whorehouse really does ensure that all the basic needs are met and that all their clients leave satisfied, because who wants to lose a billionaire client? No one! The rooms are also available in all settings, and you can choose whether you want a living room, a bed room, an office, or whatever else to have the night of your dreams or to live out your fantasy.

It was when I was in a boring meeting of the board, going through report after report, exhausted to death, and hard as hell when it happened. I was a bit extra down that day, because normally, after a day like this, Natalia is waiting at home to spread her legs for me, but now I know she won’t be.
She is less willing to be wild in bed, which is totally understandable.

As I got done looking through the reports, I went home, went to the TV room, had a beer, and crashed in front of the TV. I flicked through the channels, trying to find something interesting, and gave up. I was bored and horny and there was nothing I could do about it. I thought of watching some hardcore porn but the idea did not appeal to me. I was lost in my thoughts of disappointment and lust when I got the call.

Chapter 6: Vegas, Baby

The call came from an unknown number but from a familiar caller.

“Blake Thompson here, hello!” I said.

“Bonjour, it is me, Madame Rosemary,” said a familiar voice in her French accented tone. I was instantly delighted, I knew what this meant, I was finally going to get some tonight.

“Hello Mary,” I replied. Mary was strictly business so there was never any small talk.

“We have got new girls for you,” she said.

“When is it happening,” I asked.

“It is happening tonight, in Las Vegas. The bidding will begin in three hours.” Then she hung up.

“I will definitely be there,” I whispered into the dead phone.

I went to check on Natalia, who was fast asleep. James was also already in bed, and Kendal was out on a college trip. I was good to go. I called in the helicopter guy but he was off duty, so I called the pilot. I don’t fly commercial.

He came in about twenty minutes and took another 40 minutes to get the plane ready. I have three airplanes, by the way. One is a Boeing 747 jet, another a 777 jet, and a Learjet 85 - Bombardier. All three of them are fully customized, and the former two even have bedrooms and offices in them. The Learjet, however, is the one I use for business related travelling most of the time. It is fast, small, and my favorite for no reason at all.

Once the pilot, Martin, called me to tell me that the plane was ready, I got in my driverless Mercedes and made for the runway. I keep the driverless Mercedes for on-estate driving only, it has been fully customised and knows all the ways of the estate.

It stopped at the runway, I got off it, and then it drove itself back to the garage. It was a short 5 minute drive anyway. Then I walked the runway and boarded the plane. There are 8 super comfortable recliners in the plane, 4 on one side and 4 opposite them so they are all facing each other. All the seats are fixed on a sliding belt so they can be pushed closer and even rotated.

Once, when Natalia took the Boeing and the other plane was down for maintenance, I had to fly transatlantic on this little bird, and I could not sleep at all, and that was when I realized the seats need to be able to slide so that they can be pushed together to make something as close to bed as possible.

I did not call in any of the other staff, I did not want anyone to wait on me during the flight, so it was just Martin, another pilot - a new guy whose name I can’t remember, and me. I got in, sat back in the recliner, and waited for Martin to come back for permission, which he soon did.

“Sir, everything is ready and we are all set to fly.” He said, as I poured myself some Scotch Whiskey that was already on the table.

“Ah, okay,” I said, “get me some ice, Martin.”

“Yes sir,” he said and brought me some ice from the fridge.

I sat down in my recliner, sipped on my whiskey, and began to scan the headlines on my iPad. Martin just stood there, I noticed, so I looked up with an eyebrow raised.

“Sir, permission to fly?” he said.

“Oh, yeah, sorry, I am a bit preoccupied. Yes, permission granted.”

It was another 5 minutes before the plane even moved. Martin had gotten the plane out on the runway before I arrived. There was almost always a 5 minute delay after my permission. He had to check in and clear with the Air Traffic Control.

While he waited for permission, I looked out the window to see the flaps open and close. Martin, the good pilot that he was, was checking functions and everything. After he got the permission, he announced that the plane was ready to take off and to put on the seatbelt. I never put on the seatbelt, far too uncomfortable. That is one of the reasons I do not fly commercial, they keep asking you to put on seat belts. Before the plane began to move, I pressed the intercom button next to my seat and asked Martin to turn off the cabin lights, which he promptly did.

The engines started, the flaps opened, and the plane began to crawl. Within seconds, the engines roared and the jet picked up speed, and in precisely 87 seconds, the plane took off. I kept looking out the window, at the view below, as the world zoomed out of view. Before we reached the clouds, the plane turned sharply left, and for an instant I could see my sprawling estate.

I lit a cigar and checked out the magazines that had been sent for the flight. Some company or other always sent magazines for free. I found one that particularly intrigued me. On the cover was a girl with a leash around her neck, and in the background was a man with a spanking paddle in hand. “Interesting,” I said. I browsed the magazine for a bit, then laid back and closed my eyes.

I woke up to Martin’s voice announcing we had arrived in Las Vegas. “We will be landing shortly,” he said.

I pressed the intercom button and asked Martin to turn the lights back on. I went straight to the restroom to freshen up, went to the wardrobe to find something comfortable but ended up wearing another Gucci suit. I got ready, had a Red Bull, got back in my seat, and looked out the window again. I was greeted by the bright colorful lights of Las Vegas. As we descended, I could hear the music already.

“Landing positions, please!” said Martin, and within a minute the plane touched the ground. A BMW was waiting for me at the runway already, and as the plane stopped, the BMW followed and stopped right outside the plane. Martin opened the door, the driver had the BMW’s door open, I got in, and told the driver to ‘Drive.’ I did not have to tell him where to go, he already knew the destination. This was not the first time, after all.

Chapter 7: A War to Remember

I walk in to the hotel, Rosemary is already there waiting behind the main door. A few girls are standing behind her. She calls one forward, “Fran, take this gentleman downstairs.”

I know the way well but this is the standard protocol. This girl, a petite little French girl in a waitress’s outfit, takes me downstairs. To ensure everyone’s privacy, there are small cabins behind the glass wall. Rosemary will not send in another person until Fran has gone back up, signalling I am safely inside my cabin.

I know a lot of rich bastards come here, some of them are even my friends. Once, my friend, who introduced me to this, and I came together, and we requested to be in the same cabin but were refused. Anyway, all for the better I guess.

Once everyone was in and seated, the lights were turned off in the cabins as the lights behind the glass were turned on. The girls are always already dressed like models, in dresses that reveal their figure and bust. A screen behind the girls shows each girl’s age, breast size, hip size, etc.

Some people are too picky about these things. If I like what I see, I bid. The only thing I do not like about it is the bidding war. Since everyone here is rich as fuck, the wars can get ugly. Another reason the clients get separate cabins and are kept apart from other clients is to make sure there is no bidding war and that no two people team up. There is no ‘Should have seen the look on his face’ thing happening here. You bid, you get your girl, you fuck the shit out of her, and then you go home. It is as simple as that.

The girls are all behind a curtain. The bidding war starts once the curtain goes down, and lasts for about 30 minutes. In the end, the first girl goes to her highest bidder, the second girl goes to the highest bidder from the remaining bidders, and so on.
Once the curtain was lifted, the bidding war began.

There were 8 girls there. It was as if looking at the models backstage at a fashion show. Initially, the lights go down behind the wall too and a spotlight highlights each girl for a minute. It is when a girl is in the spotlight that she sometimes gets her highest bids.

When the first girl came out, I placed a $5000 bid. I usually start small. Then the second girl came out, who was nothing close to my taste, so I did not bid on her, although she got plenty of bids from the rest. When the third girl came out, I raised my bid to $7000. She was better than the first one, so I wanted her. The fourth girl was super hot and within a minute the bids were at 50 thousand dollars. When the fifth girl came out, my jaw dropped.

My jaw has never dropped before, not even when I was on vacation and found out that my parents had died. But this girl, god, my jaw dropped. I could not believe it, Kendal behind the glass, in the spotlight. I had no idea why on earth she was doing this. It certainly was not because of the money.

She was a vain girl, so she probably wanted to put a high price on her virginity. I was not gonna let her do this. I raised the bid to $55k. Someone else raised it to $58k. I raised it to 80 thousand dollars, once and for all, and no one bid higher. Once the bidding war was over, it was time to tell your specifications to the Madame and go to your rooms.

While I was waiting for the bidding war to be over, knowing I had won Kendal’s virginity bid, I kept looking at her from behind the glass. Her perky tits, her slim waist, her curvy ass, and my hard fucking boner! And something clicked in my mind, as I looked at Kendal turn around in a full circle, her facial expressions changing, ready to throw a tantrum. This was the time to teach her a lesson.

I told the Madame I wanted the room to be set for BDSM, and that the girl should be blindfolded. Everything was ready within 15 minutes and I was shown to my room.