Page 97 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10
Going For Gold - Chapter 42
Sunday
Isadora
Sex, for many people, is when they feel most alive, connecting with another human on some base and animalistic level. Maybe I felt that way about sex at some point, before I was beaten and broken by Rodrigo and his customers, but now, only the ocean made me feel truly alive. It was the one bright spot in my life filled mainly with the darkness of drugs and prostitution. On the rare occasion that Rodrigo didn't demand my presence at the club, I would always go to the beach, and for a few hours, I'd smell the salty ocean breeze and feel the hot Brazilian sun beating down on my tan skin.
I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with the salty ocean air one more time before leaving the balcony to go back inside the penthouse suite of the Copacabana Palace. My best friend, Giovanna, was sitting on one of the four couches in the penthouse, while Rodrigo nursed a scotch at the bar in front of his laptop. I didn't have to see the screen to know that he was watching a live feed from Vitor of Bryce's sister, Emily. A similar video feed had been present on Rodrigo's laptop during every pivotal event, with the only variables being a different loved one based on which operative was supposed to be rigging the event. I didn't understand why he actually had to kill some innocent girl if Bryce failed. It would be smarter to just use the threat of her death to make Bryce do his bidding, especially since he would owe Vitor more money for actually carrying out the hit on the girl, but Rodrigo didn't see it that way. If someone crossed him,he took something they loved. It was brutal, but thus far in life, it appeared to have served him well.
That's going to change today.
"Is it back on?" asked Rodrigo in Portuguese.
"Not yet," said Giovanna. "The announcer is still claiming that they're having...technical difficulties." She looked down at her phone for a second and then held it up for Rodrigo and me to see. "But if you look at the Twitter..."
I looked at the screen. Someone in the audience had tweeted out a low quality ten-second video of the American girl giving head on stage to one of her backup dancers. It was behind an American flag, but it was definitely happening. There was no denying it.Another life ruined by Rodrigo.
"Holy shit," said Rodrigo. "That girl really knows how to give head."
"Hey," said Giovanna, pointing at the 80 inch TV on the wall. "I think it's coming back on."
I immediately turned my attention to the TV.
"We do apologize for the technical difficulties, but I'm hearing that everything is sorted out now. In just a second we'll take you back out to the tiebreaker. The announcer disappeared and was replaced with a live feed of all the participants on stage. Alina had a towel wrapped around herself and was wiping her face with part of it. Tears. The poor American girl was in tears. I shook my head. It just made my hatred for Rodrigo grow.
Rodrigo grabbed his laptop and brought it over to the couch. Giovanna scooted over to make room for him and I slid into the seat beside him. All of our stares were glued to the TV, eagerly awaiting the scores of the judges.
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"The fucking gringo did it!" shouted Rodrigo, jumping off the couch and pumping his fist in the air.
I couldn't help but smile. Maybe, just maybe, life was finally throwing me a bone.
"So the hit is off?" asked a cold voice from the laptop.
"Yes," said Rodrigo. "As always, your services are very much appreciated." With payment for the surveillance already having been completed, Vitor and Rodrigo's business was complete. The feed on the laptop went dark. "Girls, should we go collect on the ticket?"
"Soon," I said. "But first, we have a little something that will surprise you."
Giovanna and I stood and made our way to the bedroom of the suite. We closed the doors and quickly changed into the black leather cat suits we had packed. Rodrigo had a weakness for leather, and we planned to fully exploit that.
"Ready?" I asked, pulling on a pair of black thigh-high boots. My heart was pounding, partially from fear, but mainly from excitement. After all the shit Rodrigo had put me through, I was about to get my revenge.
"Ready," said Giovanna. I was pleased to not hear even a hint of uncertainty in Giovanna's voice. There would be no margin for error.
We pushed the doors to the bedroom open and walked over to Rodrigo. In an instant, he was on his feet. He reached for my ass, but I swatted his hand away. I waved my finger at him and bit my lip. "Not yet," I said.
"Fuck," muttered Rodrigo. "Where have you been hiding these outfits?" The growing bulge in his pants made his approval evident.
Men are so easy.
Giovanna and I each grabbed one of his hands and led him back into the bedroom, closing the doors behind us. I spun him around at the base of the bed and kissed him for a second before pushing on his chest to send him sprawling back onto the plush king-sized bed.
Giovanna jumped on him, undoing his belt and dropping his pants in a fluid motion that could only come with years of experience in our profession. Within a second, his pants were at his ankles and Giovanna's tongue was pressed against his cock, licking it like a popsicle. Rodrigo went to grab her hair to force himself into her throat, but she pushed his arm away. "Not yet," she moaned. "I want to savor your big cock."
Big cock.Those words being used to describe Rodrigo's package almost made me laugh, because he really wasn't packing anything special. We just had to pretend like he was.
On the side of the bed, I traced my finger down my chest and tugged on the zipper. One little tug was all the help my breasts needed to free themselves of the tight fabric. I traced my finger around my aroused nipples.
