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  The song changes and I'm again pulled to another room. My head is starting to feel light, but it's pleasant enough.

  “Come on, let's go find Christian,” Julie giggles. Then she gasps and pulls me into the corner, pressing my body against hers. Her soft breasts press against my own as she drapes her arms around me. Her eyes look wild as she watches someone pass by. Once whatever threat was once there is gone, she smiles and hugs me. “Sorry, just an ex boyfriend.”

  Through the lobby again, we head upstairs. We share an elevator ride with two men making out, the sound of their lips smacking together irritating me in my drunken haze. Once we're out of the elevator I grab another glass of champagne and drink it more slowly as I'm led around by my companion.

  “Miss Blanchard?”

  Julie whirls around, her dress fluttering dramatically behind her. “Yes?”

  “Mister Birchmier would like to see you. Alone.”

  She freezes, then looks to me for just a split second before she's gone. I'm left alone.

  Without my guide, I gravitate to the wall where I can watch everyone else in peace. My head is spinning, but with a glass of water I'm feeling more like myself. The bright lights and music are still both infectious, but I stay glued to the wall.

  A woman with a bottle of champagne pressed to her lips pushes past me, followed by three shirtless men. Another shirtless man carrying a shirtless woman over his shoulder crosses the floor going the other way. I'm surrounded by the weirdest people in the world, and it's beautiful.

  I look up at the huge clock hanging on the opposite wall. Julie's been gone a long time. Worried, I walk in the direction that she left, hoping to find her on her way back to me. I end up in a long hotel hallway. I'm about to turn back around when Julie bursts through one of the doors and runs straight into a bathroom. Her hair is tousled and her makeup messed up. Did she just have sex with Christian?

  A man steps out of the room behind her. Oh shit! It's Christian! I step back, almost to the end of the hallway, and try to look inconspicuous as he approaches. I know he won't know how I am with my makeup and rabbit mask.

  I feel a presence near me. Turning my head, I look up into Christian's eyes and gasp in surprise.

  “I didn't mean to scare you. You just looked lonely.” He bumps into me gently, smiling.

  “N-no,” the words stumble out of my mouth. He looks up and watches the group of dancing oddities in the other room for a second.

  “You know, I throw these parties every year. I never really take part in them.”

  “Oh?” I answer, feeling my normal sarcastic self bubbling forward. “Not a social butterfly?”

  Chuckling, he shakes his head. “No, not much of one at all. When you're the son of one of the richest men in the world, well, you're expected to entertain once in a while.”

  We both stand against the wall quietly. Maybe he does know who I am, but how could he possibly? And anyway, he's being too kind to know that I'm the slut he fired two weeks ago. How in the world am I going to seduce him?

  “Why don't you come somewhere quieter with me? You look like the kind of girl with a lot of secrets, and the best person to tell is always a stranger.” Christian takes a step back and holds out his hand. I look at it, then up at him, and feel my heart thumping against my chest. He's so smooth when he doesn't hate me!

  I take his hand and let him lead me into what I expect to be a hotel room but what looks more like a study. It's full of bookshelves and a single desk with a computer on it. In the center of the room is two couches, dark and velvet.

  Remembering the camera and my whole reason for even being here, I place my purse on a bookshelf and press down on the hidden pocket to start the camera. When I turn around, Christian is next to me. He grabs my arms and swings me away from the bookcase before slamming me against the wall and kissing me deeply.

  His fingers start to slip under my mask as he looks into my eyes. He tries to pull it up off of my face, but I push him away. “Leave it on,” I say.

  “Kinky. Alright, I'll try it.” He pulls me into another strong embrace, his soft lips pressing against mine. Sudden unexpected emotions force themselves upon me as I realize this feels right. Lust and even a bit of romance wash over me, but maybe that's just because of how drunk I am.

  Christian breaks the kiss and tips my head to the side, revealing my neck. His lips leave quick kisses on it before he bites down just hard enough to raise goosebumps on my skin.

  “Ahh,” I moan, gripping his suit. He bites me again, then pulls me over to the couch. He sits down and drapes his arms over the back.

  “I'd like you to choose what you do to me.”

  Being in charge makes this all much more scary. I think for a second, trying to keep in character. I take a deep breath before I bend down. My black dress hikes up over my thighs. If we weren't alone right now, I'd be giving someone a very lewd visual. The rabbit ears on my mask, heavy with plastic and fur, threaten to tip down and reveal my face.

  Christian leans back against his black couch, smiling in anticipation. He doesn't have a clue who I am. A look like that is reserved for a woman he doesn't despise. He closes his eyes, which makes him look so sweet and innocent. It's a strange visual in this situation. Gently, I slide my hand up his thigh, gripping at it. I want him to feel in every one of my movements how much I want him. These movements need to show him the need that burns deep within me.

  Taking the clasp of his buckle, I pull it loose and slide the thick leather out from under him. My dainty hands pull at his pants, unbuttoning the golden clasp and pulling down the zipper. Christian gives me a happy sigh.

  I toss back my hair before grabbing his pants. He lifts himself up so that I can easily pull them down. As soon as I see his glorious cock, my eyes widen and I hold my breath. It's so beautiful and so big. His thick manhood is already half-hard.

  Licking my lips, I take his penis in my hand. I grip it tight. Merely holding this unbelievable prick forces a moan from my lips, a shiver running up my spine. The muscles in my lower abdomen begin to tickle and my nether region becomes hot and slick with my juices.

  My eyes flick up at him. I catch him watching me with a smirk on his face, but his arms stay put around the back of the couch. This man is worth billions of dollars, and still he lets me have control over his most precious asset.

  “I'm going to suck your cock until you cum down my throat,” I tell him. I don't know where this sudden sluttiness is coming from, but it feels good. Christian just smiles wider and leans his head back again, waiting for me to make my move.

  His cock is so smooth. It twitches in my hand, which instinctively begins to move up and down. His foreskin slides with my hand against his shaft.

  After only a few minutes, precum begins to leak from his prick. My mouth salivates. I want to taste it so bad. I lean forward, a few strands of my golden hair slipping over my shoulder. With my tongue held out as if I were about to taste an ice cream, I press it against his velvety skin.

  “Ah,” he sighs, his fingers scratching against the couch. I take that as a good sign. Opening my mouth as wide as it can go, I place it over his cock. I only take the tip of his prick into my mouth at first, so that I can swirl my tongue against it and tease him. His precum is salty and gooey, a naughty taste in my mouth. I take another inch. Looking up, I see that he's brought his hand to his mouth and is covering it an an attempt to keep himself quiet. I guess he doesn't want to be found with me!

  A quick movement and his whole member is deep down my throat. My gag reflex is going to kick in soon, but I hold myself down as long as I can. Christian's thighs quiver beneath me. The hand that isn't covering his mouth is gripping the couch tight as he writhes in ecstasy.

  With a few coughs and sputters, I lift my head and choke in some air. As soon as I'm composed, I go back to work, though. My head bobbing up and down, I tease this billionaire man as much as possible. He gasps and moans beneath his hand, his hips scooting down to get his cock closer to me.

  I pull my head up and look at him, waiting for him to notice that I've stopped sucking him off. “I am going to ride you until you come in me, now.”

  He says nothing in return, only watching me with those cold blue eyes. Standing up, I kick off my shoes and hike up my dress, revealing no panties and a glistening cunt more than ready for that cock to enter it.

  Stepping up onto the couch, I grab Christian's shoulder. He cradles my back with surprising tenderness, not allowing me to fall as I position his prick at my entrance and lower myself onto him.

  “Sssshit,” I moan through clenched teeth. Once he's fully within me, I wrap my legs around him and place my arms around his neck. His large, strong hands grab the top of my dress and pull it down. Christian can't seem to get enough of looking at my tits.

  I don't move an inch, but his cock twitches inside of me. Even just that sends a wave of pleasure through my body. Even though I have ulterior motives, his cock still feels good inside of me. I rub my palm against the back of his neck, stroking it gently and running my fingers through his hair.

  Breathing in, I move my hips back. His cock moves with me, hitting me in just the right spot. Pulling myself forward again, I press my lips against him. I don't know why I did it. It just came naturally. I blush while I process the taste of champagne on his lips.

  Christian's dick twitches in me again. Wrapping his arms around me, he pushes my hips forward then pulls them back again. We move rhythmically with his cock buried deep within me. I get goosebumps when he hits that one super sensitive spot inside of me. I shudder and feel the tension inside of me building up.

  His fingernails scrape my skin as he frantically pushes me back and forth, grinding me onto him. He feels so big within me, his cock so deep that it brushes gent
ly against my cervix with each wiggle. Christian forces my legs open wider and pushes his hips up, somehow getting even more of his huge manhood inside of me. I gasp and feel my nipples stiffen.

  Grabbing his shirt, I use it to help move me. I ride him hard and fast, pushing myself closer to orgasm. As I feel my own suddenly start to swell, his cock spasms within me and sudden shots of hot goo coat my insides. That feeling, that one sensation is what sends me over the edge. I scream as all of my muscles shake violently.

  I let go of Christian's shirt and almost fall before he catches me. He pumps himself inside of me a few more times as I ride out a long and exquisite orgasm before he lays me down on the couch.

  Christian stands up and pulls his pants back up to his hips. Buttoning and zipping them, he looks down at my exposed body with a smile on his face.

  “Was it worth it?”

  I furrow my eyebrow and cock my head to the side. “Was what worth it?”

  He chuckles then walks over to the shelf where my camera is hidden. “Did you think I didn't know you were recording this? You thought you'd have blackmail against me, but now the tables have turned.”

  I push myself up, my face burning hot and bright red. “No! No, you've got it wrong, I was-”

  “Don't lie to me.” His face is suddenly angry, almost demonic with its fierceness. But then it melts back into his usual sarcastic look. “What was it for?”

  I sit in silence for a long time, not sure what to say. He waits patiently for a few moments before sighing and stuffing the small camera into his pocket. “You have to tell me or I'll release the video.” He cringes. “I don't want to threaten you like that again.”

  What an odd thing to say. “I was just trying to get revenge.”

  I was suddenly on the couch, with Christian upon me. “Who were you working with?!” He grabs me by my throat and I see pure hatred in his eyes, frightening rage that I don't think is meant for me.

  “I was working with your brother,” I choke out, trying to push him off of me. With the words out of the way, he relents and allows me to stand up again. He goes over to the desk and picks up that god damned tablet. The screen comes to life.

  “Yeah, I thought as much. You might want to see this.”

  I look again at that same photo, but this time there's more. There's a face.

  Jordan Birchmier's face.

  Rich Roommate, Curvy Cutie

  I've always been awful with money. Even though I come from a very wealthy family, I always manage to be in debt.

  I work an odd job, for a man who owns half the state—I stay with him, as a sort of servant, along with a boy. When my employer kicks the bucket, finally, he’ll name one of us his successor. I guess he’s an eccentric older guy who wants to pretend to mean something to some younger people. My boss threatens once in a while to cut me off. He always seems like he's joking, since he'll immediately give me whatever I need right after.

  Now that my room-mate, Jack, is working for him and is pretty much guaranteed to take over everything when my boss dies, my future monetary security is in jeopardy. It's not that Jack doesn't love me, he does, but he gets so irritated that I get everything handed to me while he has to work hard and prove to dad that he can succeed.

  But even though I can remember a time before this lavish lifestyle, I am still somehow bad with money. And right now, more than ever, that is clear to me. I always tell myself that next time I'll do better, next time I won't buy that $5,000 dress. But I always do. Somehow my dresses are always more expensive than the dresses my friends buy. Maybe it's because of my size. Being a size 20 makes it hard to find fashionable clothes for a reasonable price!

  And now I'm $93,000 in debt. It's an insane amount, and it's an amount I'd never be able to pay back on my own. It's not entirely my fault it's gone... I made a few mistakes, trying to start up online companies and paying shady contractors. And maybe there was some betting in there. And a lot of clothes. But come on, can you blame me?!

  I've been trying to think of a way to tell Randy, my boss, or to otherwise get the money. But I know I can't tell him. What if he kicks me straight out? I've really got to straighten my life out. I can't keep living like this!

  I've been pacing in my bedroom for a half hour now, knots of anxiety eating away at me. The plush carpet and the pink comforter on the bed are just annoying me in my fear. Fed up, I go to the bed and let myself fall onto it, my eyes closing. There's no hope. I'm going to have to ask my boss for the money. He's going to kill me.

  But then it hits me... I don't really need to ask for the money at all. I can just log onto his laptop and transfer the money from his bank account to mine. It's simple and of course I know his password! A girl’s got to have her talents, you know.

  That's when I first learned he'll never notice if I just take a little bit more than he promised! This was the perfect plan. Why hadn't I thought of it sooner?!

  Randy is out at a meeting right now, and Jack is playing tennis, so I should have plenty of time to do what I need to do without getting caught. The maid is also out for the night and the only other person around is our gardener, and he's way out back dealing with our rose bushes.

  I stand up and head out the door, down the hall to my boss’s room. The mansion is large, and so it takes a while to get there. The door creaks open, and slowly I creep in, looking for his black computer case. There it is, right by his bed as usual! I can't help but smile at how easy this is going to be. Picking up the case, I set it on his bed and unzip it.

  Inside is the brand new laptop he bought a month ago. Flicking the switch that allows the computer to open, I pull the screen up. Immediately, the operating system resumes from sleeping and asks me for his password. Typing it in quickly, I'm greeted with his desktop and a browser window already open. Easy as pie!

  I type in the web address for the bank, logging into his account. This is where it gets tricky though, I've never transferred money over before. Where is the button for that...

  “What's this?” I freeze. No, no, this isn't good. I whip my whole body around and find Jack standing in the doorway. His tall, thin body pushed against the door frame, his brown hair messy from tennis. “What are you doing on Randy’s computer, Alice?”

  I gulp and try to think of an excuse, but he's walking closer now and can probably see what website the computer is on. In stressful situations I tend to just break down into tears and I can feel them welling up already. I hear his gasp as his eyes finally fall on the screen. “Were you trying to steal money from him?!”

  There's no point in lying now. “Yes. Oh, please don't tell him, Jack! I'm so far in debt and if he found out what I was doing he'd have me thrown in jail!”

  Jack scoffs and rolls his eyes. “He lets you get away with murder. But he would be pretty pissed and might cut you off.” He turns to me with a horrible smirk on his face. “What are you gonna do to convince me I shouldn't tell him?”

  Bastard!

  “Anything you want! I just need the money and I promise after this it won't happen again! Jack, please!”

  “Anything?” The wicked smirk is turning more into a grin now, and my stomach is filling with worry again. He starts moving closer to me, backing me up towards the wall. He pins me there, and as I try to slide away from him, he grabs my wrist and holds it against the wall above my head. “Where do you think you're going? We're still negotiating, young lady.”

  “Wh... what are we negotiating?” His actions are freaking me out. Is he trying to intimidate me, or...

  And that's when I notice there's something hard pressing against my pelvis as he moves his body closer to mine. “You know, you've always been a larger girl. I've seen you go through so many shitty boyfriends, none of them loving you the way you should be. I've been here, wanting you but never able to have you.” He moves in closer now, whispering into my ear. “Now I get to have you.”

  I pull my head away from him in horror. “What are you saying? We can't!”

  I can feel the heat of his body as he presses it even harder into my own, his hard penis becoming very distracting. “No, Alice. You're going to do what I say. Unless of course you want the boss to know you were trying to steal from him.” I whimper at the threat. His free hand, the one that isn't pinning my wrist to the wall, is suddenly on my waist. It grabs at my curves, slowly moving up to my D cup breasts. “I've wanted to touch these for a long time, my dear.”