The Billionaire's Son (2 page)

He handed over a
small leather cardholder that I assumed contained their business cards with
contact information. “Now, before I get into the specific case – when
would you be able to start?”

“Well, I will need
a couple of days to review my current caseload with my assistants and readjust
assignments. I’ll need to prepare them to work without me for at least six
months for now. I can adjust that down the road if need be. Luckily, I just
wrapped up a big case, so I am relatively freed up. I could begin working
full-time on your case starting next week if that’s okay.”

Mr. Thomas looked
relieved. “Perfect. Mr. Vaughn will be pleased. Now, Mr. Vaughn wanted to meet
with you personally, but he is tied up for weeks. He is hoping to catch up with
you sometime next month. Maybe you will have a better grasp of the situation at
that time anyhow. So for now, I will have to give you the basic rundown of the
situation. It is a very delicate matter. You see; Mr. Vaughn’s son, Derek, has
his own dealings mixed into much of his father’s businesses. And Mr. Vaughn has
the sinking suspicion that his son may be involved in the irregularities he has
been encountering.”

Mr. Thomas spent
the next hour going over certain odd details that began grabbing Jackson
Vaughn’s attention over the last year or so. With so little to go on, I could
not be sure that something illegal was going on; however, enough red flags had
been raised to warrant further investigation.

I left the meeting
with my suspicions raised and it looked likely the son could be involved. Mixing
family and business was always a risky proposition. Unfortunately it seemed
that Mr. Vaughn would soon find out just how risky a venture it was.

It was five weeks
later, and I was no closer to solving the case than when I started. Despite
putting in a backbreaking amount of hours, I had come up empty handed so far. The
numbers in the ledgers were beginning to blur after staring at them for six
straight hours, so I decided to take a break. I had settled into a nice routine
of breaking mid-afternoon to swim a few laps in the pool and soak up some sun. The
swim left me recharged to work well past dinner time, if not longer. I stood
from the desk and stretched. I grabbed my canvas bag with my swim items and
headed for the poolside cabana.

In the five weeks
that I had been working there, I had never encountered anyone at the pool, or
anywhere on the estate for that matter. I had become friendly with most of the
full-time staff, but never ran into anyone else.

Not for the first
time, I thought it was a shame that the pool was left unused. It was surrounded
by a tropical paradise. I could easily lounge in the infinity pool, soaking up
the gorgeous views for hours, but I usually limited myself to one hour a day. After
I had used up my allotted time, I headed into the opulent cabana to shower off
and change back into my clothes.

I finished my
shower and then reached outside the fabric curtain, searching for my towel. I
groped around for several moments, before popping my head out to locate the
elusive towel. The hook was empty.
And my canvas bag with all my clothing
was missing too!
In fact, there were no clothes or towels in sight. Even my
wet bathing suit had disappeared. I carefully peeked around the interior of the
cabana, staying behind the shower curtain, but it appeared to be empty.
Now
what?

I tried to remove
the shower curtain, but it was affixed with fancy fasteners and it wasn't
budging
. Maybe there was a phone in the kitchenette that I could call the house
staff with?
I tiptoed out of the shower enclosure, dripping wet, to the
kitchenette. No phone. Not even a dishtowel in sight to try to cover up with. I
took a deep breath, trying not to let panic set in.
Think, Julia. There has
to be an easy way out of this ridiculous situation.
I began rummaging
through every drawer or cabinet I could find. I found bottle openers,
matchbooks, pens and suntan lotion, but not a single towel. Not even a scrap of
paper! My heart began pounding furiously as I felt I was left with only one
choice: a naked dash back to my room in the estate.
What if someone sees me?

Just as I was
contemplating the best route, I heard a woman's tinkling laughter getting closer.
Thank goodness. I could yell out to the woman for some help.
I hesitated
for a moment, only because the situation was so embarrassing. Then I heard a
man's laughing reply.
Oh no!
I slowly eased over to the pass-through bar
window in the kitchenette and carefully peeked out the corner of it. A
stunningly handsome man, with a bikini-clad blonde on each arm, was heading
right for the cabana. Panic gripped my insides. I ran back to the shower to
hide. It took a few minutes of nervous anxiety to finally realize that they
were not coming into the cabana. I could hear their voices close by though.

Quiet as a mouse,
I crept out of the shower stall and headed toward a side window where the
voices seemed to be coming from. I carefully poked my head up to peer out the
open window and gasped in shock.

The two women had
both removed their bathing suits and the man was stripped down to his
boxer-briefs!
Oh my God! They were going to have sex right there!
It was
too late to call out and stop them. I focused on the man, sprawled out on the
chaise lounge, not ten feet from me. The nude women were climbing all over him intermittently
blocking my view, but I was able to see sculpted muscles, well-defined abs, and
a distinctive bulge in his briefs. I had seen his jet-black wavy hair and piercing
eyes before. My heart sank as my suspicions were confirmed. It was bad boy
Derek, Jackson Vaughn's son.

My pulse was
racing a mile a minute as I watched. The two women looked so alike they almost
appeared to be twins. Platinum blonde long hair, supple tanned bodies, large
perky breasts and completely bare pussies made them resemble Barbie dolls.
While one Barbie was kissing Derek, the other was removing his briefs. Although
I blushed furiously in embarrassment when his giant cock sprang free, I couldn't
look away.

The Barbies knelt
on either side of the lounge chair and began taking turns servicing Derek's
cock. First one took his thick girth into her mouth and worked the entire
length while the other used her hands to stroke the base of his shaft and
fondle his balls. They switched off with such perfect synchronicity; it seemed
as if they had done this before. I watched the girls sucking and slurping at
Derek's cock with abandon. Derek lay back in the lounger with his arms behind
his head, a self-satisfied smirk on his handsome face.
What an arrogant
prick!
As if reading my mind, a huge smile broke out on his face. I shrank
back further into the shadows, even though I was sure he wouldn't see me even
if he hadn't been so fully occupied.

I heard Derek say
something and then heard more tinkling laughter from the girls. They sat
together on the end of Derek's lounge chair and began kissing each other. Their
hands roamed each other's bodies as Derek watched approvingly. I watched,
fascinated, as they both lay back against Derek's chest still kissing. The
Barbie on top slid down the chair between the other girl's legs and started
plunging her tongue wildly into the other girl's wide-open pussy. Derek held
the moaning girl against him while he tweaked and pinched the girl's nipples.

I stood at the
window, completely nude, watching the scene before me. It was like nothing I
had ever seen before, and I was shocked at how aroused I was becoming just by
watching. I felt a moist heat gathering in my own aching pussy. I knew I should
look away, but I just couldn't tear my eyes away.

The girl whose
pussy was being eaten out was thrusting her hips meeting the probing tongue and
fingers of the other girl. She was moaning wildly. Only Derek's strong fingers
kneading her breasts seemed to hold her down. The girl bucked wildly as the
intensity built. Her moans turned to shouts, "Oh my God. I'm coming. I'm
coming...." Seeing her writhing around as her orgasm took hold had my
pussy throbbing. The girl finally seemed to calm down her wild wiggling and
Derek let go of her.

I was surprised at
how disappointed I was that it was all over. It was the sexiest thing I had
ever seen. I was about to sneak back to the shower when I realized how naive I truly
was. The sex was apparently far from over. The girl slid off the lounge chair
revealing Derek's huge erect cock to my eyes. The other Barbie sat on Derek's
lap, facing outward, lowering herself slowly over Derek's cock. She soon worked
up a nice rhythm sliding up and down his cock, her breasts bouncing up and
down. Her legs were wide open straddling the chair. I could see the cock
slipping in and out of her pussy while she fingered her clit. The second woman
busied herself with adding her fingers to the girl's clit and juggling her
bouncing tits.

As the girl's
moans grew louder, I felt my own need rising. My pussy ached to be touched. Without
thinking, I reached for my breast and gently pinched my hardened nipple. The
pleasure was immediate. A shock of sensation flashed through my nipple and
immediately settled deep in my core. I watched the girl's pussy getting impaled
from below as my fingers trailed down my stomach and lower still toward my own
yearning flesh. I gently swiped my clit with my finger and felt an electric
jolt in response. My fingers rubbed deeper into my folds, seeking to relieve
the burning need.

I was just
starting to dip a finger into my wet slippery hole when Barbie had an orgasm. I
watched as Derek pushed her off of him and got up from the lounge. He still had
a full impressive erection. He said something to the girls that I could not quite
hear and then gave one of them a stinging slap on the ass. I could see the red
hand print forming on her ass cheek. The girl bent over in front of him,
volunteering her ass for more. I heard Derek laugh as he slid two fingers
inside the bent over girl. She wiggled her ass as Derek pumped his fingers in
and out of her.

I was so turned on
watching the scene that I slid my own fingers deep inside my pussy and began
working myself as Derek worked the girl. After a few minutes, Derek slapped the
girl's ass again and withdrew his fingers. The girl joined the other Barbie on
the lounge, but she climbed up onto the girl and sat on her face. She lay down
on top of the girl, putting her own head between the other girl's legs. They
began working each other's pussies. Like Derek, I watched the girls 69'ing each
other. I could see one girl very well, licking pussy folds, flicking her tongue
over the other girl's clitoris, and alternating her fingers and tongue to probe
the girl's vagina.

My pussy was a hot
and sticky throbbing mess. I felt the intensity building deep within and knew I
would climax soon.  I slid my wet fingers out of my pussy and stroked up
and down my swollen clit. Derek moved above the girl who was on top and started
pounding his cock into her. I couldn't tell if he was fucking her ass or her
pussy from this angle. My fingers worked frantically, stroking my sweet spots
as I watched the three writhing bodies only a short distance from me.

I felt my climax
about to explode. A few hard swipes of my fingers across my clit then slipping to
thrust into my quivering pussy was all it took. My muscles clenched as tremors
shook my body over and over. I felt my warm juices burst and drip down my
fingers and thighs. I removed my fingers from between my shaky legs and
continued to watch as my body gently quaked with the after shocks.

Derek suddenly
pulled out and slapped the girl in the ass again. Both girls immediately sat
up. Derek stuffed his cock into one girl's mouth and rammed it down her throat.
I saw his perfectly sculpted ass clench as his body stiffened. He shot his load
into Barbie's mouth while she hungrily gulped it down. The other Barbie pushed
her away and greedily sucked at Derek's spewing cock. I watched as she licked
it clean.

I stood dazed for
a few moments. I was still feeling the after affects of my own powerful orgasm.
The two naked women giggled at something Derek said and then jumped into the
pool together. I looked about the cabana. I still had no way to escape. I was
about to slink back to the relative safety of the shower, when the cabana door
slammed open.

I froze in
complete shock for a moment as I met the penetrating gaze of Derek's steel gray
eyes. A shot of adrenaline had my heart racing; I let out a strangled cry and
made a dash for the shower. Unfortunately, Derek was much quicker than me. He
grabbed me by the waist in an unbreakable grip as I tried to sprint by him.

I struggled
against his grip as embarrassment flooded through my naked body. My struggles
only enticed him to strengthen his grip and pull me against him.

"Well, well. What
do we have here?" Derek was holding me tight against his body, while he
was staring at my heaving chest.

I stopped my
squirming, because I realized it was causing my large breasts to rub against
his rock solid body. My nipples hardened into tight little buds as they grazed
across his solid form. I managed to squeak out through clenched teeth,
"Let me go, right now."

"Hmmm. We'll
see about that in a moment." His free hand roamed up my arm, brushing it
lightly with his fingertips, causing shivers to run down my spine.

I was staring
directly into his shoulder; I was too humiliated to look up at him. My arms,
caught between our bodies, began to push against his chest. He was as unmovable
as a brick wall. I tried to inflect some authority into my voice, "Let me
go this instant, or I'll... I'll, uh...I'll call the police!"

My lame attempt
must have amused him, because he just chuckled softly. "I should be the
one calling the police. You're the one who is trespassing and spying on
me."