11: A proposal from heaven

Beck POV

I was walking carefree down the street, chatting with my best friend on the phone, when a limousine pulled up close to me, slowly matching my pace. At first, I was scared it might be kidnappers or thugs out to harm me, but when the back window rolled down, it revealed two very familiar faces inside. I quickly said goodbye to Cassie to look at them.

“Hey, hottie. Come around here often?” one of them teased, making me laugh.

“No way. What are you guys doing here?” I asked, genuinely surprised. I had stopped walking, and the limousine stopped too. The guys were none other than Andrew and Connor, two of the three men who had fucked me and another woman during that orgy a few weeks ago. I approached the limousine; the guys were much older than me, but they were rich and handsome.

“We came for you, actually,” Connor said casually, flashing a charming smile.

“Seriously?” I was taken aback.

“Yeah. We really liked you and your friend, and we want to make you a proposition,” Andrew said, following his friend’s lead.

“Whoa!” I was genuinely shocked, thinking I’d never see them again. I mean, our hookup was good enough for them to want a repeat, sure, but these guys weren’t just anybody—they were the richest men I’d ever had the pleasure of meeting, and they went out of their way to track me down in a limousine.

“Why don’t you hop in?” they invited me into the car.

“Sure, sounds perfect!” I laughed, accepting.

The door opened, and I climbed into the limousine. The interior was spacious and comfortable, with air conditioning, cushioned black leather seats, and LED lights—it felt like something from another world, seriously. I bit my lip, getting turned on just thinking that these two rich, mature men, with a ton of things to deal with, had gone out of their way to come to the Chicago suburbs for me.

My mom used to say I had a golden pussy, but I didn’t think it was that golden.

The guys had me sit between them, and the limousine started moving so smoothly I barely noticed we were driving. They poured me a glass of the expensive champagne they were drinking. “Thanks,” I said, taking a sip of the refined liquid.

The guys, who weren’t wasting any time, already had their hands on me, caressing my body—Andrew stroking my leg while Connor nuzzled my neck. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, you know that?” they complimented, making me smile. “We can’t wait to have you again.”

“I can’t wait to have you guys again either,” I replied, and Andrew kissed me on the mouth, a kiss I eagerly returned while running my fingers through Connor’s hair as his sneaky hand slipped under my shirt, massaging my breasts.

After I finished kissing Andrew, I turned to kiss Connor with the same intensity. “So, boys, what’s this proposition you wanted to make?” I asked as the three of us touched each other, my hands slowly rubbing their erections while they explored my body with their hands and mouths.

“Well, we think you might like our offer,” Andrew said.

“Please, I’m all ears,” I said, curious, slipping my hand under his dress shirt to caress his chest, which made him lose his smile for a moment.

“You probably know we’re very busy men,” Connor started.

“True, we work our asses off,” Andrew added, and they chuckled together.

“So, we don’t always have time to go back home to our wives, which is why we keep Mallory around to satisfy our desires, you know?” Connor continued.

“Mallory is, how do you say, our luxury escort,” Andrew explained further. “She’s been doing it for a while, serving us well, and she’s built up a nice little fortune being our companion. But she’s kind of… getting old, if you know what I mean.”

“Are you saying she’s getting too old?” I asked bluntly.

“That’s right,” Connor replied. “Her tits and ass aren’t as perky as they used to be, and she’s a bit looser down there too,” he said with humor, making his friend laugh again.

“Connor’s being too nice. The truth is, Mallory isn’t satisfying us anymore, and we’re looking for someone younger, you know. With everything still tight and delicious. Like you, babe. How old are you and your friend? 20? 21?”

“Exactly! I’m 21, and Cassie’s 20,” I answered.

“See? Perfect!” they celebrated. “You two check all the boxes. We’ve already tried you out, and you’re so hot that you made us want to seal this million-dollar deal,” Connor said.

“Seriously, ask Mallory how well she’s living these days after accepting our contract,” they insisted, really trying to sell me on it. I thought about it quickly—it didn’t seem like there were many downsides.

The guys were offering something simple: they wanted me and Cassie to fuck them all the time, and in return, we’d make a ton of money. Looking at it that way, it was perfect for me.

I didn’t like going to college and then working the rest of my life to support myself—that sounded exhausting just thinking about it. So this contract Andrew and Connor were offering seemed absolutely amazing. I mean, I’d be rich, and on top of that, I’d have four hot guys (including Spencer and Joshua, the other two from that night) to fuck me the way I wanted? This offer felt like it fell from the sky.

I grabbed my glass and took another sip of champagne. “Your daughter really does have a golden pussy, Mom…” I smirked wickedly.

“I can almost hear the gears turning in your head,” Connor teased.

“You’re definitely thinking about our offer,” Andrew added, kissing my shoulder.

“I’ve gotta admit, it’s a pretty tempting proposition,” I told them. “But could you give me and my friend some time to think it over?”

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Cassie POV

“What?” I shot up from the couch after Beckie told me. She said she’d run into the guys and that they offered us a million-dollar deal to be their luxury escorts? “What the hell is that?”

“What the hell, what, girl? This opportunity fell from the sky!” Beckie insisted, sounding like she’d already decided to sign up to be those big shots’ exclusive slut.

“No, Beckie.” I paced back and forth in my living room, thinking it over. So that’s what Joshua wanted? He wanted to hire me as his whore? That’s how he lived…? I really thought he was kind of special… But what did I expect, anyway?

“Bestie, listen to me. We’ll be riding in limousines, buying expensive clothes, they’ll take us to fancy places, introduce us to fancy people, and we’ll never have to live this broke life we’re stuck in now—all just for letting them fuck us? We already give it up to anyone. Why not take this deal? Think of the perks, Cassie,” she kept trying to make me see the bright side, but the truth was, I was more sensible than her.

I sighed. “I don’t know… What else did they say?” I wanted to know. Did Josh at least send any message for me…?

“Actually, they didn’t say much else. They did,” Beckie went back to talking about her night with Andrew and Connor.