Page 14 of The Billionaire

I heard three loud pounds on a door that echoed and sent chills down my spine.

“Password,” the word was shouted through what sounded like a small sliding window in the door.

I was elbowed.

“Uh . . . BlueAlpha118.” I said quickly.

I heard the door open as the chilly arm from the mystery assistant let go.

“Good luck.” She whispered as I walked through the door. It shut loudly behind me like iron.

The lace was lifted off my face immediately. A woman stood next to me. She wore dark eye shadow, no expression, as well as no bra. She did wear a thong though! She strolled off with a silver tray in her hand.

No one on earth could have prepared me for that view I took in at first sight. It was enough to make me faint.

I scanned left and right taking everything in, but just when I thought I saw it all, the very next thing I saw struck me more.

At first glance, I realized I was in the middle of the grand ballroom with exquisite architecture. The ceiling had wooden square beams with silk lining with elaborate iron lanterns hanging. I noticed innate white wooden pillars reaching to the first layer of ceiling—the remainder went at least a hundred feet in the air getting smaller in smaller until a beautiful painting was seen at the top. This all was taken in very briefly, the majestic estate became lost as I witnessed the most atrocious craziest thing I had ever seen in my life. Left and right in the giant marble ballroom that seemed larger than two basketball stadiums, were dozens of men in suits and tuxedos with masks covering their eyes, either having sex with naked women, fondling naked women, or watching naked women kiss each other among other sexual acts.

It was one giant orgy—something I had never laid witness to in my life. Only heard of.

On four corners of the room, a giant archway led to four more hallways with detailed crown molding. I nearly stumbled in weakness when I saw a giant bed with black satin sheets. Orgies, naked women and men having sex, sex toys, dildoes, dominatrices. It all was there in plain sight.

I didn’t see any of the women in distress though. None of them seemed to be taken advantage of. No, many of them seemed to be enjoying it.

Something told me on the inside, they don’t seem to be taken advantage of yet and I shuttered. I shook my head to shake my thoughts.

I couldn’t help but notice those wearing red necklaces like mine. I was in awe of what was happening. It was a total culture shock, me, church going girl raised practically on the second pew of my southern Baptist church, at an orgy party, a sex club.

“Miss.” A petite brunette with lingerie similar to mine appeared with a beautiful crystal glass of bubbly on top of a golden tray. She sure was bubbly, as well. Of course, she probably was paid enormously just as I was.

“Oh, yes please.”

As she walked about the crowd, I wondered if I would ever see this woman just randomly at Barnes and Noble or something. And in that same breath, I wondered where my mystery man was. Where had he gone? Did I displease him? Did he like me? Because I, for one, felt like we had an incredible connection. I strained my neck trying my best to look past the masks that covered men’s eyes and noses. It was useless trying.

Ah. Secret identities.

Just when I was about to ask myself what was going to happen next, I felt a presence of a very tall and stout man next to me. His chin had an aristocratic air about him and his right arm rested behind his back. All I could see were his full lips and chin.

“You’ve made it just in time for the games. I trust your initiation went just fine, giving that you are still here?”

This was just so bizarre. I couldn’t even find the words to answer this masked man. His hand went to examine his chin and I couldn’t help but to catch the glistening red on his cuff links.

I sighed. It wasn’t him.He wore black cuff links.

My observation quickly was obliterated when I saw a beautiful exotic woman going down on a gentleman sitting in an antique chair randomly placed in the open space. Yet with so many people and so many things going on at once, it wasn’t oddly placed. His head leaned back and he moaned in pleasure. His mask nearly fell off. The woman knelt before him, taking him deep into her mouth as another man pleasured himself by entering her from the behind; something I had never ever done in my life.

I swallowed hard and turned away watching two blondes kissing each other passionately, fondling each others breasts, touching each other’s queen V on a sofa as a man smoked a cigar and watched the women with a giant smile on his face.

I watched him give them orders as they giggled.

My jaw opened as I saw one of them begin to go down on the other, as her bare ass was inches from his face. I couldn’t believe it. I nearly dropped my champagne.

Pull it together, McKenzie. You’re going to be a surgeon. You’re going to see people’s guts and sick stuff—and besides, this isn’t sick. This is sex. This is actually . . . very interesting.

The gentleman next to me chuckled as he adjusted his cufflink.

He pointed as he spoke.

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