Twelve Months Deal With The Billionaire

"You can't go in there, we don't need more ladies for the night." The hefty bouncer barked at Emery, his chest-thumping hard, she feared he would lift her with one hand if she didn't halt her gaits and walk out of the hallway.

"I know, I know." Emery ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She wasn't ready to stop here, she was a few inches from joining the ladies where they were lined up, she promised to make it there even though she'd later be rejected. She never did it, even though it meant losing her virginity to a stranger tonight, she needed to save her sister from dying.

"Stop!" Hayden, the man in charge of giving out the ladies to the rich folks yelled at the bouncer. "Stop chasing after her," he commanded, using his hands as a signal for him to not move any further.

"You can go," he finally nudged his head to tell the hefty bouncer off.

Emery heaved a long sigh of relief, her eyes roamed the hallway. Ladies dressed in flimsy clothes, looking seductively attractive. They all screamed, "Screw me," Of course, that was why they were there; to be screwed by one of the rich men coming in tonight and get some good bucks after the fun.

"Who are you?" Hayden turned to her, his eyes ogling her body, they finally rested on her exposed thick thighs. She knew what he was staring at, she chose the dress, didn't she? He licked his lips flirtatiously. 

"Emery." She retorted, snapping her fingers. She hoped he wouldn't ask further questions about her, she just needed him to approve of her so that she could join the line.

"Do you know what we do here?” He queried, his eyes not leaving her thighs.

"Yes, I do," Emery responded sharply. Lola, her friend who was a waitress at the clubhouse, had told her how ladies were given out to men every night. Lola had no idea she had gone behind her back to meet with Hayden. Emery had dodged her as she entered the clubhouse. She knew well that Lola would stop her if she told her her plans. But it was just for tonight and maybe many more nights until she got the money for her sister's treatment.

"What do we do?" Hayden questioned again.

"I know that you give out ladies to rich men to sleep with. The men pay you and you cut the money between yourself and the ladies, I know that I do know." Emery bobbed her head, feigning a smile to hide her nervousness.

"You are right but—" he trailed off when one of the ladies knowingly caressed the nape of his neck, placing a soft kiss that let him groan in pleasure. "We don't need more ladies for the night," he managed to utter, still reeling in the incoming pleasure Stella was about to give him after he dispatched the ladies. She always did it right, Stella knew how to make him talk less and do more, a baddie whom he shared the money with every night. She was his mini-god and he didn't mind bowing to her every time she needed him inside her.

"She's thick, she's got it. Why not let her join in tonight? Someone might choose her." Stella let go of Hayden. She placed her hand behind his ear and whispered some words that made him chortle. "What do you think?" She furrowed her brows, waiting for his approval.

Emery predicted something like this would come up but she still decided to give it a trial.

"You are right," Hayden agreed to Stella's secret suggestion. "Join the line, the men will arrive soon." He directed Emery. "We have rules here," he signaled to Stella to get the document. She walked back into the office to grant his request. "Seventy percent of the money paid by the client goes to the lady and thirty percent is ours. You are not allowed to steal or take things that do not belong to you. You have to satisfy him, make him feel good, and not regret paying for you." He listed out to Emery, and she nodded her head in understanding as he spoke to her.

She had no idea what he was talking about but she hoped she would end up with an understanding client who would teach her this stuff, that's if she was chosen anyway.

"Here, sign the documents." Stella pushed the file to Emery, showing her where she was to append her signature. Emery meticulously read through the terms and conditions, she signed when she found none of them detrimental to her. "Heads high, elegance, classy are the ladies we give out to men, and the men would not settle for less. Join the line and behave!" She barked as she slipped behind Hayden.

"Yes," Emery said. She stayed at the last line and watched as the ladies conversed with one another; they were familiar with themselves but she was just there, left alone in a lurch, thinking hard about getting money to save her twin sister from losing the battle to a brain tumor, they needed to pay for the surgery and she would do anything to save her only family from dying.

The shrill voice of Hayden announcing the arrivals of the men jolted her out of thoughts. She braced herself together for what was about to happen to her tonight. She had never planned to lose her virginity this way, but she was left with no choice now. She had to do it to save Amery's life.

"Let there be space between you guys," Hayden commanded. They all listened by paving gaps in between them. "Let's welcome the lords of the city." He applauded and the ladies joined in.

Five good-looking men waltzed in, all dressed in black expensive suits. Their manly cologne filled the hallway, a mixture of mint and apple. They glanced at the ladies and were quick to pick two each. They made their choices by twirling the girls around to check what they had, spanking their asses to have a feel of what they were about to pay for, and gently caressing the tip of their pointed nipples.

 None of them checked Emery out, they paid Hayden and left with the girls.

Emery was disappointed. Yes, she was thick and not as slender as those ladies but what was wrong with that? She had tried to stay in a good shape by exercising well and proper dieting, why didn't they look her way?

"I wanted them to choose you though, I guess they didn't see you," Stella said in an apologetic tone.  "You can try again tomorrow when thick girls like you will be displayed. These people asked for slim ladies," she told her.

"Yeah, I understand." Emery shook her head disappointedly, feeling too bad to talk more or consider if she would be there the next day. 

"I think I should leave now," she forced a smile, waved at Hayden and Stella, then she strolled towards the hallway, thinking of the next step to take from here, she was sad, too sad to even think.

In chagrin and with a heavy heart, Emery walked out of the hallway, walking into another hallway that adjoins the one she was in before. Still lost in her thoughts, she butted against a hard chest.

"Careful," she heard a voice. She lifted her head to see who she had bumped into and apologized for not looking well. "You should watch where you are going." His sharp baritone voice sounded again. It was a rich one that sounded soothing to the ears. His eyes were covered with black glasses and she could only make out his very long figure.

"I am sorry, I wasn't looking well." She apologized. She was about to walk away when she abruptly stopped, an idea to ask the man what he wanted struck her mind. She would sound bizarre, but what if he was there for one of the ladies? He can go with her for the night, she doesn't mind so long he will pay her well.

She turned toward him and watched him wander the hallway, she knew she had to act fast. If he agreed to sleep with her, there would be no need to give out thirty percent of the money to Hayden and Stella. She snapped her fingers at the thought.

"Excuse me!" She yelled from across the room.

The man swiftly turned around, gawking at her like she was a piece of shit. Maybe she was, she was filthily dressed.

"Sorry for stopping you," she smiled, he didn't spare her a glance, his eyes were on his wristwatch. "Are you here for the ladies?" She asked him. Not waiting for an answer, she continued. "They've all gone with the lords of the city, but I am still here. I can satisfy you if you're willing to pay me well." She pressed her lips together, she didn't believe she was throwing her body at a man. Where was her decency? She thought as she awaited his response.

He said nothing to her. She bobbed her head ashamedly. He must think of her as a lowlife whore now. She guessed he wasn't there for what she had in mind.

"I am sorry, I thought you were one of those men." She said and waved her hand, turning to leave the hallway.

"How much?" His rich voice made her halt in her tracks.

She turned back to him, her eyes raised in question.

"How much?" He repeated.