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The Billionaire's High-rise: A BBW Erotica

by Jessica Appleby

Published by Jessica Appleby, 2013.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

THE BILLIONAIRE'S HIGH-RISE: A BBW EROTICA

First edition. June 14, 2013.

Copyright © 2013 Jessica Appleby.

Written by Jessica Appleby.

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The Billionaire's High-rise: A BBW Erotica

Lucy had just gotten out of a movie with some of her
girlfriends, and they walked along the bustling city streets gushing about how
the lead character in the film was such a hunk. Life had been good to Stacy
since she moved to Chicago – she was from a small town in Indiana, so the big
city scared her a little. The buildings where so strange to her that she would
often catch herself looking up at them, and subsequently trip or bump into
something a little closer to earth. After college she got a great job offer from
a consulting company in the city, and she just had to take it. It wasn’t a very
exciting job – she mainly just crunched numbers and compiled statistics for
reports – but the city had slowly begun to unfold to her. She knew her way
around for the most part, especially in the downtown area.

That’s why when her friends went their own
directions that night, she felt pretty confident that she could make her way
back with no problems. She always kept a can of mace in her purse, so there was
always a way to protect herself if something should happen. She bounced up and
down slightly as she walked along the dimly-lit streets. As she got farther
away from movie theater, she noticed that the hustle and bustle began to fade.
Where there used to be dozens of people around her, she now saw none. In the
distance, she could hear the loud ringing of a police car, or maybe it was an
ambulance, she wasn’t sure. The area that she was walking in wasn’t the worst
in the city, but it also wasn’t the best either. Keep your head up, Lucy, keep
track of your surroundings.

Lucy turned a corner down a smaller street. She
wasn’t too far from home now, but this was no time to let down her guard. She
was still nervous walking the streets alone. Frankly, she started to think that
she should have hailed a cab when she had the chance. In these back streets
however, there were no cabs to be hailed. Some of the old street lights
flickered on and off as she passed by them. In order to keep her mind off of
the walk, she started thinking about the movie that her and her friends had
watched. It was a pretty good movie – typical romantic comedy fare, really. She
liked those kinds of movies though. Two characters who probably shouldn’t be
together, through some act of serendipity and series of humorous coincidences,
find that they actually fall in love with each other.

Suddenly, she felt a tug at her purse and she
was sucked into a nearby alley. Lucy stumbled a little bit, in shock as she
looked up and saw her worst nightmare. It was a skinny, sickly-looking man with
cracked lips. He brandished a knife only a few inches away from her face. He had
already taken her purse – damn, she thought to herself, that’s where her mace
was. She should have held it in her hand! “Give me all your money, you fat pig!”
Lucy couldn’t speak for a moment, she was too scared. Her back was against the
wall, and crack-addled man was standing only a few feet away. It was bad enough
that he was about to rob her, did he really need to make fun of her figure too?
“I – everything I have – it’s...” The man took a step closer to her, the knife
pressed against her cheek. She could feel the cold metal dig into her skin
slightly. “What’s wrong piggy, cat got your tongue? Maybe I don’t just want
your money. Maybe I should stick this little piggy.” The scrawny, crazed man
laughed a little to himself. Lucy could start to feel the tears well up in her
eyes. Her heart was in her throat.

She wasn’t sure what happened next. After the
fact, she could remember hearing squealing tires in the background. Suddenly,
something exploded over the top of the mugger’s head. Bubbly fluid sprayed all
over the alley, and shattered glass chimed as it showered the ground around
her. She flinched, badly, and closed her eyes for a brief moment. When she
opened her eyes up again, she could see her assailant on the ground, slumped
against the alley wall. To her left, a tall man in a tuxedo stood stall, her
purse in his hand.

“Excuse me, but I think you dropped this.” He
was much taller than her. He had dark brown hair that was slicked back along
his head, and there was the slightest evidence of grey hair running along his
temples. He was clean shaven, and unquestionably handsome. It was hard to tell
in the dark light of the alley. “Oh, thank you. I – I can’t thank you enough. I
thought I was going to die!” Lucy clutched her purse close to her body. She
reached in and pulled out the can of mace. The tall man looked down at the
robber. “That’s certainly no way to treat a lady, you know.” Lucy smiled a
little, even though she thought she was going to throw up in her mouth from the
sheer terror of what had just happened. She didn’t really want to throw up in
front of her savior though. Instead, she pulled out the can of mace and sprayed
it into the eyes of the unconscious man. The tall man looked at her and smiled.
“I don’t think that was necessary, but hell, he probably deserved it.” Lucy
kept looking at her assailant. A thin line of blood was tracing its way down
his face.

“It looks like he nicked your face with his
knife. Why don’t you follow me, and we’ll get you all fixed up.” Lucy looked at
the tall man. Should she trust him? She didn’t even know his name. You know the
rule you learn as a kid: “Don’t talk to strangers.” Well that applied ten-fold
in the city. Maybe he was worse than the robber. Maybe he was a serial-killer
in a suit. I’m sure those exist, she thought to herself. The man smiled at her
and held out his hand. Lucy grabbed it, and he gently took her and led her out
of the alley. Parked in the street was a black car with tinted windows. Uh-oh,
she thought to herself. Maybe he was in the mafia or something.

He held her hand as she got into the car. Her
heart was still racing, and tears still streaked her face. He got in after her
and plopped down on the comfy seats. She could see a small metal bucket in the
corner with ice in it. She looked at him for the first time in the light, and
could make out his features with a little more accuracy. He was slim and fit,
and his tuxedo hugged his body perfectly. He had a strong jaw-line, with a
little bit of a 5 o’clock shadow – it was clearly not a look he normally
sported. There were dark circles under his eyes, like he had been up for days,
but the eyes themselves were a dark green color. Like a forest after a storm.
At the same time, they looked sad, they looked lost. At least that was Lucy’s
first impression.

“Arnold, will you take me and my new friend home
please? Thank you.” The man in front looked as big and strong as a professional
boxer, but he was all dressed up in a suit. He turned his head slightly. “Very
good, sir.” Her hero sighed a little, and tilted the metal bucket with his
hand, the ice clinking against the sides. “It’s shame, that was a perfectly
good half-bottle of champagne.” Lucy laughed a little, and she snorted while
she did. Her hands immediately went to her mouth, and she could feel her face
turn beat red. The man laughed in a good-humored way.

“My name is Jack Sorenson, may I ask what your
name is?” Lucy looked at him for a second. He seemed trustworthy. She felt...
oddly comfortable around him. “My name is Lucy, it’s a pleasure to meet you Mr.
Sorenson.” He chuckled a little. “You can just call me Jack.” She smiled at
him. “Ok Jack. I’m sorry that you had to waste your bottle of champagne on that
man’s head. I bet that bottle of champagne probably cost more than all of the
money I had in my purse and then some.” Jack smiled at her. “Well, it was well
worth it. Frankly, I wasn’t really in the mood to have any more champagne
tonight anyways.” He looked out the side window for a brief moment, watching
the buildings go by. “I wanted to thank you for what you did. I thought I was
going to die in that alley. Is there anything I can do to repay you?” She
looked down at her feet. If only she would have paid attention to what was
going on around her. If only she would have had the can of mace ready, she
wouldn’t have had to bother this man that clearly lived in another world. She
felt ashamed of herself. She was a strong, independent woman. She should be
able to take care of herself!

Jack turned his head, and gave a contemplative
look. “How can you repay me? Well, I certainly don’t need any monetary
compensation. Why don’t you simply give me some company tonight?” Lucy winced.
So that was this was all about. He wanted to get laid. Jack waved his hands
emphatically at her once he noticed her expression. “No, no, no, not like that.
Listen, I’ve had a very long day. It’s been a long year frankly. I’m surrounded
by people that act like they have my best interest at heart. Today, it occurred
to me that most of them only hang around me because of my money. I would
appreciate some earnest company tonight. No funny business, of course.” He put
his hand down and smiled apprehensively. Lucy looked up at him – maybe he
wasn’t a bad guy after all. “It would be my pleasure Jack. After what you did
for me back there, I definitely own you.”

The car wheeled into an underground garage, and
the driver escorted them both to an elevator. “This seems like a pretty nice
place, Jack. What exactly do you do for a living?” Jack looked at her. “I
don’t  do anything for a living, really. I’m from old money. My family was
invested in industry around the area for many generations. So now I show my
face at galas, I buy expensive paintings, I date beautiful blonde women that
only care for my money. I live the good life.” His tone had clearly turned
dark, almost sarcastic as he spoke. He pulled a key from his pocket and turned
it into a small lock near the controls of the elevator, and pressed the button
at the very top of the panel. They began their long ascent.

He asked her a few questions about her life –
where she was from, where she worked, things like that. He pulled a
handkerchief out of a pocket in his tuxedo and handed it to her. She wiped the
now-dried blood from her cheek and dried the lines of tears that had made her
makeup run. As they reached the top floor of building, Lucy expected to walk
out into a hallway and make her way to his apartment. That was not the case.
The door opened into the most grand room she had ever seen. Windows ran from
end to end of the far wall, and she could see the city lights twinkle in the
background. The ground was made of a pitch-black marble, and the lights were
slightly dimmed. As they walked into the room, the lights became brighter, and
Lucy stepped upon an oriental rug that beckoned entrance into the apartment.
There were paintings all over the walls. A water feature stood on a pedestal in
the corner – it was a naked women holding a vase that poured out into the pool
beneath her.

Jack waved his hand, ushering her into the
apartment. It was the most amazing place she had ever seen. Priceless artifacts
lined glass cases along the walls. As she slowly walked by one, she saw a Roman
Centurion helmet, some arrowheads, and what looked like a Native American
headdress. It was like being in a museum. She caught herself staring at one of
the displays, and she lost track of Jack. He stepped to her side and offered
her a glass of – well, she wasn’t sure what it was. “What is this, Jack?” Jack
smiled. “It’s just bourbon. Quite good bourbon, at that.” She took the glass in
both of her hands, and he signaled her to follow him. They stepped through some
automatic-sliding glass doors to the balcony, and a slight breeze touched her
face. It was a breath-taking view. Her friends were never going to believe her.
Not in a million years.

It was like he was reading her mind. “Nice view,
huh?” He looked at her and smiled. He had such a handsome smile, she thought to
herself. She was blushing a little. “It’s an amazing view.” She looked out over
the city. She still wasn’t used to being up this high, and she was a little
hesitant to get any closer to the rail. Jack walked up and put his hand on the
banister with no hesitation, and she felt a little bit better about the
prospect. They stood there, with a glass of the best-tasting liquor she had
ever tasted, looking out over the city in silence for a few moments.   Jack
leaned against the rail and turned towards her, taking a quick sip from his
glass. “You’re not like most of the people I meet, do you know that?” Lucy
laughed a little. “What? Rich, skinny, and beautiful?” Jack didn’t laugh, and a
frown spread across his perfect lips. “Who says rich, and skinny is a good
thing? I’ve met lots of different people, and most of those people weren’t half
as honest and earnest as you.” Lucy blushed a little. “I feel alone Lucy. I
feel lost. I’ve been living this life for so long. I don’t even know what it
feels like to love someone. Not really. It’s always a game for these people,
these
rich brats
.” Lucy tilted her head slightly and looked at him with
a stern glare. “Jack, I grew up in a small town in Indiana. We could barely
afford to put food on the table. You should be happy that you don’t have to
worry about how you’re going to pay your bills. How you’re going to heat your
house. That’s a luxury that most people don’t have, you know.” Jack looked up
at her and smiled. “I didn’t understand that when I was younger – just how
privileged I am to simply... be born into this family, at this time, in this
place. It’s all chance. I don’t think I even deserve it. What have I ever done
for anyone but myself?” Lucy took a step closer to him and put her hand on his.
“You saved my life today. That has to count for something. Also, you didn’t say
I wasn’t beautiful, why is that?” She gave a wry smile. Jack gave a laugh as he
put his glass to his lips. “Because you are beautiful.” Lucy laughed and pulled
her hand away. “You’re quite a good liar, Mr. Sorenson.” Jack looked at her,
with an air of seriousness. He took another sip. “I’m not lying. You haven’t
fed me bullshit lines, you haven’t asked anything of me, and frankly, I
honestly think you
are
beautiful. Your eyes are amazing.” He looked
directly into them, and she could feel her stomach do flips. Was that just her
reaction to being up this high? “Your hair is fantastic.” He reached out and
touched her hair, running the strands through his fingers. She could feel her
stomach flip again. No, I don’t think it’s the height. “You have very pretty
hands.” He reached out and took her hand in his. Her heart was racing in her
chest.

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