Page 76 of The Billionaire

We finally were at the front door where more tiki torches and gas lanterns lit the entrance proudly, as if announcing a great festivity awaited any who passed through the giant glass door.

A man in a three-piece pinstriped suit stood at perfect attention wearing his own mask, yet his was a different color. It was black. He held up a scroll and unrolled it with such crispness and preciseness; one would think he spent his entire life perfecting the act.

“ZetaCumPhiPantherEagerFalterOmegaThree459817.”

My jaw hung open and I quickly shut it so I would not laugh. It sounded like a line straight out of a parody movie making fun of elite parties.

“It should say two.” Kyle added.

“Very well. You may enter.”

“Uh, that’s some sort of pass—”

The door opened and booming music flooded my senses enveloping me and escalated my desire. Chill bumps covered my body as I quickly scanned the room.

Kyle stood proud, tall, and debonair. I know I looked like someone who was attending one of these parties for the first time (as an attendant that is).

I was in awe of the thirty foot ceiling in the entry way that beautiful displayed the most spectacular crystal chandelier I’d ever seen. The decor was modern, crisp, white, clear, and pristine.

The hypotonic beats made me instantly want to dance.

“The drink of the hour. Madam. Sir.” Two small goblets of pink liquid with sugar rim on the tops were handed to us by a server wearing a black mask.

Kyle and I clanked our drinks and smiled. The sugar on my lips was sweet and fresh. I tasted citrus, fruit, and the smoothest of liquor. The drink was so smooth, fresh, and tasted so palatable, I finished the entire drink because my taste buds wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Told you. The drinks are to die for.”

“You were right.”

He led me through clusters of people. But as he led me, I couldn’t help but notice all the beautiful women dressed as if they were queens with pearls and jewels and diamonds beautifully placed. A few heads turned and looked at us as we entered. Their silver masks nodded our way, as warm smiles gave way to their pearly white teeth. I instantly smiled back at whoever smiled at me.

I held on to his arm tightly as he led me towards an all white kitchen with a white shiny brick backsplash. White peonies, hydrangeas, roses, and lilies were beautifully placed in crystal vases throughout the home, but especially more in the kitchen. A water fountain even sprung from the wall and the title was light and ivory with a bit of rustic finish. I noticed that in this room more people nodded in Kyle’s direction as if acknowledging him.

Boisterous laughter behind me warranted my attention. I turned around to see a plush white couch with a white fur blanket on the corner at the edge of a window with perfect views of the glistening ocean. Two beautiful naked women, tanned, smooth, wearing diamonds that cascaded down between their blossoming breasts wearing only their strappy designer Louboutin heels were on their knees, kissing each other ever so slowly. At first glance, I was stunned. It wasn’t every day I saw two beautiful women like them kissing each other in front of others who stood by watching as they drank their drinks and spoke to their friends as if they were at a sporting game.

I heard someone speak of the weather as someone else talked sports, all the while the two women slowly, slowly, slowly kissed each other.

Kyle took notice of my sudden curiosity.

“Do you want to go watch?”

I nodded.

“Okay, I’ll be right here and will join you in a few minutes.”

I turned to look at him with a sudden nervousness of being alone.

“You’re fine, I promise. I just need to say hello to a few colleagues.”

With each step the clicking from the heels of my shoes seemed to magically correspond to the hypnotic beat that boomed throughout the house. Some DJ! The beats layered with the gritty synthesizer was so sexy, anyone without a single ounce of arousal, would feel heightened and empowered just from the sound.

As I approached closer, to the left of me, I noticed a glass staircase that led up above and I could hear a woman’s high pitched moaning. Before I could think further about the woman’s moaning, a woman’s touch startled me.

“Isn’t it something?” A woman next to me asked with tumbling jet black hair and pearls beautifully laced.

Behind her mask I saw her dark rimmed eyes stare at me. Her lips were perfectly nude as her teeth were perfectly white and brilliant like veneers.

“I…uh, yes. It is.” She lightly trailed her fingers over my clammy skin before crossing her arms all the while still holding a cocktail.

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