Money Shot (44 page)

In return, Chelsea would agree to be their slut—a term they used often and casually. She would quit her current job and be available to be used by any of them at any time, sometimes individually, sometimes in combinations, and sometimes with other men or women. A telephone would be provided for her to use only to take calls from the five of them. She would never know in advance when they might call, but must drop whatever she might be doing if they requested her presence. Most importantly: No one could ever know. It was important to everyone involved that this agreement and any related activities remain a secret.

When everything had been laid out, Levi spoke, saying, “There will be no written contract; you must trust us, and we you. Your apartment is ready now and your driver is waiting outside to take you there.” Chelsea wasn’t sure about the lack of contract. Levi reached into his suit jacket pocket and brought out a bound stack of bills, placing it on the table between him and Chelsea. “This is ten thousand dollars. It is yours to keep, regardless of what you decide, in return for your discretion and your silence.”

Chelsea looked a little shell-shocked, but nodded. She glanced at the money, then looked at each of the men before saying, “And you all promise I wouldn’t be in any kind of danger?”

They nodded. Greg said, “You will be asked to do many things, Chelsea, most of which I imagine you’ll enjoy. At any point, you can refuse to do what is asked, and at that point the entire agreement will be nullified. You’d be paid for your pro-rated time, and nothing more, and would have twenty-four hours to vacate the apartment. Of course, the future job would disappear as well.”

A thought popped into her mind. “Am I the first?” she asked.

“No, there have been others, each for four months,” Everett said.

She sat, mulling the offer and this strange situation.

“Do you understand our terms?” Raymond asked her.

“Yes,” Chelsea said.

“Good,” Raymond continued, placing a pocket watch on the table. “One last thing: Experience has shown us it’s best not to give you too much time to consider. You have exactly three minutes in which to decide.” He clicked the button on the watch and the five of them looked at her expectantly.

This was all happening so quickly, Chelsea didn’t know what to do. Moving from face to face, she studied the men, briefly imagining sexual encounters with each. Could she actually go through with this? Was she experienced enough sexually to do that they would require of her? Would it be anything too freaky? She looked at the watch just as the first minute clicked away.

Tristan spoke, saying, “Not to interrupt your thinking process, but I for one am very much hoping you’ll agree, Chelsea. In fact, I’m pretty sure we’re all hoping so.” His smile was part warm and part filthy, and she felt it between her legs. The men all nodded in agreement. Greg patted her hand. “I promise you’ll do just fine. I’ve seen what you’re capable of,” he said with a slight smirk.

Chelsea attempted to digest it all. That much sex might actually be fun. And the money, the apartment… not to mention the goddamn
career
.

Fuck
, Chelsea thought. She reached out and grabbed the stack of bills. “Okay, I’ll do it,” she said.

The men all smiled, and she tried to smile in return, her heart pounding like a drum. She had barely begun to wonder what the fuck had she gotten herself into when she got her answer.

“Excellent,” Raymond said. “Your four-month term begins at this moment. Take off your clothing, please. All of it.”

“What? Right here? Seriously?” Chelsea responded. The looks on their faces told her they were.

Chapter Four

Chelsea’s next hour was both exhilarating and terrifying. Once she saw that the men expected her to strip right there in the conference room, she realized that the failure to do as they told her would result in the deal being invalidated. Sure, she’d agreed to their terms, but she’d assumed the part about “starting immediately” meant tomorrow or later, after she’d had time to wrap her mind around the fact that she was now a paid slut, whatever that meant.

Nevertheless, Chelsea had agreed to their terms and had no choice but to follow through, considering how the money and job could indeed change her life. She slid easily out of her dress, stepping out of it one foot at a time after it hit the floor. Since she wasn’t wearing a bra, she was already mostly naked, her large, firm breasts receiving appreciative stares from around the room. She sat back in the chair to remove her heels, then stood up to finish the job. She was thankful she’d waxed just two days prior, in case anything interesting came up over the weekend. At this point, “interesting” was putting it mildly. Taking a breath, she pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. Her total lack of pubic hair made her feel even more exposed. She could feel the wetness between her legs and wondered if it was obvious.

Now what?
Chelsea thought.
Do I just stand here and let them gawk?
She suspected that a strip tease probably wouldn’t be the extent of it and she attempted to steel herself to whatever else might be in store. Her suspicions were confirmed immediately. “Thank you,” Raymond said. “As I mentioned before, Miss Broussard, there is no written contract. Instead, we will seal this deal by having sex with you, each of us in turn.”

Chelsea’s breath caught in her throat. This was it, then. She’d had threesomes a few times before, some of them involving her and two men,
but five guys?

As it turned out, this was less an orgy and more like five handshakes to signify agreement on the contract. But instead of shaking her hand, the men stepped up one by one and fucked her just enough to reach orgasm. Evidently the sequence had been predetermined, as Levi stepped up and immediately began playing with her breasts. Chelsea rested her butt against the edge of the table. “Just relax. I know this seems pretty strange, but trust me, by this time next week, you’ll be ecstatic that you agreed to all this,” he said, his hand feeling her butt, then slipping between her legs. Soon enough, he stopped and undid his pants, letting them fall to his ankles, then dropped his underwear, too. He was already half hard, and he looked at Chelsea, placing her hand on his cock. She began to stroke it, noticing the intense stares from the other men.

Levi was hard in no time and knew exactly what he wanted. Someone tossed a handful of condoms on the table and he took one, quickly opened it and rolled it on. He turned Chelsea to face the table and bent her over at the waist. She put her hands on the table as Levi grabbed her hips. She felt his cock poised at the opening of her pussy, and he slid it in and began thrusting. After a few minutes he started pounded harder and grunted as he came inside of her. Then he pulled out, removing the condom and wiping off his cock with a red cloth napkin from the table.

Chelsea started to stand up straight, but a hand on her back pushed her back over the table. Greg reached from behind her to grab a condom off the table, and seconds later was himself pounding away inside of her. She looked across the table and saw Tristan smile at her. She again wondered why it couldn’t have been just him and not all five. Rather than return his smile, she locked eyes with him and tried as best as she could to look slutty. After all, she was getting paid for this. Greg finished quickly and pulled out. This time, Chelsea remained in position, her belly and tits flat against the table as she bent over it.

“Tristan, you’re up,” said Levi. Chelsea was still looking across the table at him and this time did smile. Tristan returned the smile and said, “No thanks.” He recognized the look in Chelsea’s eyes as disappointment and continued, “I’d prefer to go last.” Now she wanted him even more.

Raymond stood up, saying, “I guess it would be me, then.” He stood next to Chelsea as he dropped his pants. His cock hung limp. “Miss Broussard, if you would be so kind, I’m going to need some oral assistance.” Chelsea stood up. Raymond was a kind man and handsome for his age. Playing the part, she replied, “Certainly” and dropped to her knees. She took his cock in her hand and ran her tongue over the head of it, eventually taking it into her mouth. Her full lips engulfed it, and she began to move back and forth over its length. When Raymond was hard, she stood and grabbed a condom, opening it and rolling it onto him. Then he, like the two men before him, bent her over the table and entered her from behind.

The older man fucked Chelsea for a good fifteen minutes before he finally emptied himself into her. Three down, two to go. She now knew she could get through this. More than that, part of her liked the idea that these men were using her body for their own pleasure. She remained bent over the table as Everett walked over and ran his hands over her back and her exposed ass, then bent over and kissed the middle of her back, saying, “Damn, you are going to be fun.” She heard his pants fall, and a moment later he took her hand and put it on his cock. He was already hard, and his cock was large, so large that it made her start. He slid a condom on, then slowly slid into her, and she caught herself moaning as he worked his way deeper.

A finger slid down the crack of Chelsea’s ass and pushed slowly into her anus.
Jesus, this whole scene is so fucking depraved, so filthy
, she thought. She closed her eyes and imagined what she must look like, naked and splayed on the table with these men stepping up one by one to fuck her. There was no mistaking it now. This was no act: Chelsea realized she was actually doing some very, very slutty—
and enjoying it.

The onset of her orgasm emerged as Everett pounded her hard, reaching way up inside of her, but before the stirrings could find definition, he came with a groan, breathing heavily as he finished. He pulled out and removed the condom, then pulled her shoulders until she was upright, spinning her around to face him. He was still in his suit and tie, even the jacket. He tilted her head up and looked her in the eye, taking her hand and putting his still-hard cock in it. It was slippery with his cum, and Chelsea returned his stare as she stroked that big cock. “God DAMN,” Everett said, kissing her on the cheek as he pulled his pants back up and put his cock away.

Chelsea felt very naked as Tristan approached. Something about the way he looked at her, drinking her in with his intense gaze. He stood in front of her with her butt against the table, then closed the gap until his fully clothed body rested against her totally naked one. She could feel his erection press against her lower abdomen. “Chelsea,” he said, in a low voice, “are you my slut?”

She lowered her head and surprised herself by responding, “Yes.” She felt his hand on her chin, tilting her head back up. “Yes, what?” he asked firmly. Right now, she’d say anything Tristan asked her to. She responded hoarsely, “Yes, I’m your slut.”

“Good girl,” Tristan said as he put his strong hands on her waist and lifted her up, sitting her on the edge of the table. Chelsea’s eyes dropped to watch as he undid his pants, then pulled them and his gray boxer briefs to his knees. His cock was rock hard and pointing straight up. She handed him a condom and watched as he opened the package and rolled the condom over that hard cock. Taking both her hands in his, he lowered her to the table, her back against it and her legs dangling over the edge. He grabbed her legs and spread them wide, exposing her dripping pussy to everyone, then put the head of his cock against its opening. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her toward him, plunging all the way into her as he did.

Chelsea felt a shock run through her body as Tristan stood in front of the table and thrust in and out of her. She looked around the room at the faces of the other men as they watched her getting fucked, and it only made her more excited. Chelsea soon felt an orgasm starting to build again and began moaning out loud, and Tristan intensified his pounding. Just when she felt herself getting close, he suddenly pulled out, removed the condom and put her hand on his cock. She understood what he wanted and pumped it ferociously until it throbbed and exploded, the first two spurts landing on her right breast and the rest in a line over her belly.