Promises Made (BBW Billionaire Romantic Erotica) (Vegas Billionaire) (5 page)

She climbed the set of stairs carefully, not wanting to trip in her heels and send them both crashing down the steps.  When she reached the top, she exited into a room with a small stage holding a tall silver pole.  At one side of the stage was a plush oversized couch that looked like
a pile of crimson red clouds.

Anders slipped an arm protectively around her waist and guided her to the couch.  As they both sat, the large man closed and locked the door to the stairs behind him, leaving them alone in the room.  Elle could hear the heavy pounding of music distantly and looked at the silver pole on the stage.  She realized this must be a strip club.

Of course.  She wasn’t his type, and he was going to embarrass her by tossing money at naked women who were the rest of the night.  Well, Ryan had done worse, so he was mistaken if he thought this would shake her. 

A second door opened, and an impossibly leggy woman stepped into the room.  She wore black lace lingerie and a garter belt that held thigh high stockings up on her long legs. 

“Can I get you anything?” She asked, leaning forward over Anders so that her breasts fell almost completely out of her tiny bra.

He gave the slightest roll of his eyes and looked at Elle, then turned back to the woman.  “Two glasses of your best red wine, and a more talented woman than you.”

She glared at him and stalked out of the room, her clear stiletto heels making clicking noises as she left.  Elle felt bad for her, but knew that an insult was probably not the worst of the other woman’s job.  She couldn’t imagine working in a place where men ran their hands over her body constantly.

“Did you like her?” Anders asked, responding to the look of sympathy that had crossed Elle’s face.  “If you did, I can have her come back.”

Elle shook her head.  She didn’t want to subject that poor woman to having to dance for Anders immediately after he had insulted her.  It was apparent that he was an entitled ass, just like the majority of the high rollers she had dealt with during her time as a cocktail waitress.

The door opened again, but this time a different woman entered.  She was average height, but had full breasts and hips
that
were barely contained by the tiny set of white lace lingerie that she wore.  Her honey colored hair hung to her waist, and it swung behind her as she walked forward with a tray containing two wine glasses.

She carefully sat the glasses on the edge of the stage in front of Elle and Anders, then pressed a button concealed underneath it.  Sensuous music filled the room as the girl climbed onto the stage, smiling at both of them in turn.  Elle watched as she began to roll her hips sinuously in time to the music, and felt a twinge of jealousy knowing Anders was watching this woman.

She looked at him, and he wasn’t looking at the stage, but instead was staring at her.  She flushed, wondering what he was doing, then turned back to watch the girl on the stage, avoiding eye contact with him. 
The girl had closed her eyes and was running her hands up and down her body as she danced.

Her hands slid up and cupped her own breasts, then slid slowly over the top of them. 
She then ran her hands through her hair, gyrating her body as she danced for them.  When she opened her eyes, she gave Elle a smoky look, then reached between her breasts to unclasp the bra that held them.  As  it release, she  captured the cups before the separated, holding them over her breasts before slowly peeling  them back.

Elle caught her breath as the woman’s breasts fell free of the bra.  They were full and heavy, swaying with the movements of her body.  Elle had occasionally found  other women attractive, but didn’t consider herself bisexual in the  least.  This woman dancing for them was something different, though.  She was a creature of pure lust, and Elle felt herself become caught up in it.

Anders moved closer to Elle and placed a hand on her thigh.  She looked at him and noticed he continued to stare at her with a look she didn’t recognize.  He seemed intent on capturing her reactions.  She didn’t move away from him, but looked away, feeling her eyes drawn back to the small stage.

The woman had begun to use the pole, sliding her body up and down it as she moved her hips in a way that simulated slow lovemaking.  The wisp of panties that barely covered her revealed a beautifully rounded ass that made Elle swallow involuntarily.  Anders hand left her thigh and began stroking the skin at her neck. 

With his other hand, he reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a bundle of money held together by a gold clip.  He quit stroking her neck long enough to peel several hundred dollars from the bundle and tossed it onto the stage, getting the woman’s attention.

She climbed off the stage and came over to where they sat
, smiling at them both as she began stroking her breasts in front of them.  Anders peeled off another large amount of money and laid it on the stage, then nodded toward Elle.  The woman grinned and moved to her, sliding her panties over her hips and revealing the smooth flesh beneath.

Elle felt a surge of panic as the woman climbed onto the couch, settling herself with onto her lap with one knee on either side of Elle’s body.  This was too much, too fast.  She looked at Anders, ready to apologize and leave him there with this incredibly hot stripper, but something in his eyes stopped her.  He was intently focused on Elle, seeming to care nothing about the firm flesh just inches from his body. 

He leaned in close and brushed the hair back from Elle’s face, whispering into her ear, “I want to watch you, and you’re going to give me what I want.”

Elle shivered and leaned back into the plush cushions.  The woman on her lap pressed into her body, rubbing her breasts against Elle’s own.  The thin fabric that separated the two women may as well have not existed, as she felt every brush against her own nipples as they hardened under the woman’s movements. 

She gasped at the sensations as the woman began writhing on her lap
, her hands sliding up and down the sides of Elle’s body.  She smelled like sweet cinnamon, and Elle inhaled her scent deeply, enjoying the feel of the woman’s soft skin rubbing against her.
  Her head leaned in close to Elle’s own and she whispered, “I’m Gigi.  You can touch me too if you want.”

She turned on Elle’s lap, arching her back against Elle’s chest and laying her head against her shoulder.  Elle looked at Anders through the honey colored hair that partially obscured her face and saw that he was still gazing intently into her face.  He reached a finger up and ran it across her lips slowly, then sat back to watch  again.

Gigi took Elle’s hands into her own and began running them across her body, both women’s fingers entwined at the stroked across her smooth stomach, then slid up to cup her breasts.  Gigi release Elle’s hands and left them on her breasts, grinding her hips into Elle’s lap. 

Elle was unable to resist and began squeezing the lush breasts in her grasp.  She started to understand why men seemed so fascinated by them.  They were so warm and pliable under her fingers, and she wanted to
feel every inch of them.  She saw a movement and felt Anders push Gigi’s head gently to the side, away from her face.

His lips brushed against hers, then moved to her ear, his tongue gently sliding down the edge of it before he said in a husky voice, “
We’re leaving now
.”

*****

The limo driver was waiting when they made it back out to the parking lot, and they climbed into the car, sitting closer this time.  Anders ran a finger down the side of her face, eliciting a shiver from Elle.  She was already really turned on from whatever it was that had happened inside Diora, and the proximity of Anders was escalating it quickly.

“Look at me, Elle.”  She turned her head, their faces close together in the darkness.  “I liked watching you.  I didn’t know how you’d react, but you were perfect.  Seeing you get so into it was incredibly hot.  You’re incredibly hot.”

“That was the first time I’ve ever done that,” Elle admitted, feeling a little ashamed now that they were alone together.

“I know,” he replied.  “I had Finn check you out after I invited you to dinner.  I know about your ex and I know you’ve lived a pretty tame life.  If you hadn’t, we would have had a quiet dinner before Finn escorted you back to your room.”

“So, why this?” Elle didn’t understand what he was trying to say.

“
I want to watch you go from who you are now to the woman I know you can be,” he replied.

“What woman is that?”  Elle knew she should just shut up and enjoy the fact that this sexy man wanted to do anything at all with her, but she couldn’t stop herself from asking.

“The woman that will seek to fulfill my every desire and obey my every command.”  His deep blue eyes darkened, and he lowered his head closer, biting her lower lip gently.  “Do you think you can do that for me, Elle?”

Elle felt the overwhelming urge to do anything this man wanted, and nodded.  He made a low growling noise and said, “Say it for me.  Tell me what you’ll do.”

Elle felt the words co
me from her mouth before she knew she was going to speak them
.  “Anything.  I’ll do anything you say.”

*****

The limousine arrived back at the hotel, leaving them at the entrance to the lobby.  Anders slid a protective arm around Elle’s waist, and she realized she felt safe with him.  She barely even knew this man that had taken her to a strip club as their first date, but something about him seemed genuine. 

They arrived back at his large suite and he picked up the phone, ordering a bottle of expensive champagne and two glasses from room service.  It arrived quickly, and Elle felt a sense of absurd pride at the drink service they had received.  Anders opened the bottle and poured two glasses, then led her onto the balcony.

They sipped their champagne and looked out over the lights of Vegas in the warm desert air.  Elle had lived here her entire life, but thought she would never get over the breathtaking sight of the Vegas strip at night.  Anders placed his champagne glass on the thick glass table nearby, then pulled her into his arms. 

She tilted her head up toward his, drinking in the perfect features of his
face.  His hand slipped from her back and slid into her hair, holding her head as he lowered his lips to hers.  Their kiss was long and deep, building with passion as they each struggled to control the overwhelming desire they felt.

He broke away from the kiss, and she saw his eyes become glazed with hunger.  She moved to kiss him again, but he caught her wrists and  pushed her from his body. 

“Inside.  Now.”  His voice allowed no room for questioning, and Elle moved back into the darkened hotel suite with him.

He led her to a closed door at the back of the suite, then opened it and waited for her to enter.  After she did, he dimmed the lights slightly, removing the harsh glare, but not totally darkening the room.  She looked around and saw the large, wrought iron four poster bed in the center of the room.  He followed her eyes and shook his head.

“No, not yet.  Take off your clothes.  Everything.”  He sat in a velvet chair in a corner of the room, leaving her standing in front of the large bed as he faced her.

She hesitated, reluctant to reveal her body to Anders.   She knew he could have any woman he wanted, and the thought of being rejected by him at this point scared her.

“You said anything, Elle.  I want to see you.  Take them off,” he commanded, his eyes taking on a harsh glint as he stared at her.

She lifted the dress over her head, closing her eyes as she did so.  She didn’t want to see the disappointment on his face.  After she had dropped it to the floor, she hooked fingers into the sides of her panties and peeled them from her body, stepping out of them and kicking off the high heels she wore.

Elle stood there with her eyes closed, listening to the silence in the room and wishing he’d just get it over with and tell her to leave.  She crossed her arms across her chest nervously, waiting for what she knew must come next.

She heard him exhale in a long breath and opened her eyes.  He was slowly taking in every inch of her body with his eyes, lingering on her breasts and the smooth skin between her legs, before continuing onto the rest of her.