Текст книги "BUY ME"

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7

STELLA

I feel almost paralyzed as I lie in the middle of the massive bed. Both men departed the room like nothing is strange about any of this. They both seemed so casual and relaxed, as if them both kissing me like that, one after the other, was normal.

Justin said it wasn't, but it all seems so easy for them. The norm, even. As if we've been doing this for months. That I wake up every day between two men hungrily eating at my body, touching me in ways I’d never been touched before. When I first started to wake, I thought it had all been a dream.

I’d had dreams about them before. Maybe not as delicious, but I’d had plenty of them. They seem to grow in intensity every time I see them. Now I lie here in their bed at a loss for words, my body still buzzing from what they did to it.

It seemed like they knew my own body better than even I did. When I would try to find relief at my own hand, I would always be left frustrated or unsatisfied by the orgasm I pulled from my body. They seemed to be able to get me there in seconds and give me an orgasm more powerful than I thought was possible. I’d always wondered what all the talk was about. Now I know.

Peeling myself from the bed, I make my way to the bathroom, but stop when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Turning, I look at myself. For some reason I look different, or maybe it’s because I feel a little different. The Las Vegas sun pours through the windows, lighting up the entire room, and I just stand and stare at myself for a moment.

My long black hair looks wild and untamed, my lips swollen, even my nipples have little marks on them like they have been well used. I feel sexy. Like a part of me I didn’t know existed has woken up. Before I felt like my hips were too wide, my boobs too big. Now, looking at myself, I feel womanly. Something I’d never felt before. I feel desired. Sure I’d been hit on, but I never felt a compulsion to really explore. Now I want more. I can still feel their wetness and mine mixed together between my legs, dampening my thighs.

Maybe the next month won’t be as hard as I first thought it would be. If the Cortez brothers make me feel like that every morning this will probably be the best thirty days of my life. If I can keep my heart out of it.

That would be the real challenge. I already care more than I should. I was holding on too tightly when Justin had told me no other women had slept in their bed, and that the clothes were just for me.

Going to the bathroom, I can’t help but notice the set up. I’ve never in my life seen a three person sink. I can tell the middle one is for me. A pink toothbrush and hair brush sit next to it, the toothbrush still in the wrapping. Pulling my hair on top of my head, I jump into a shower that looks like it could fit ten of me. Normally I love to take baths, but the one in here looks like it might take forever to fill because of its giant size. It takes me a few moments to figure out all the knobs and buttons before I finally get the shower heads to come on.

I don’t know when this Mandy will be getting here so I make quick work of my shower and end up just doing my hair in a simple braid so I don’t have to worry about it.

I make my way to the closet that is bigger than my bedroom back home on the farm. Hell, this might even be bigger than the master bedroom. Half of the room is lined with suits, Justin’s and Aaron’s. It’s simple and clean. The other half of the room is lined with…my stuff, I guess. Part of it is lined with clothes—dresses, jeans, t-shirts, and nice dressy tops. When I start going through them, I notice everything is in my size. The other part of the room is lined with glass shelves stacked with shoes of all varieties, tons of purses to match all the clothes, and pieces of jewelry hang on little stands that are scattered on the glass shelves.

What. The. Fuck.

There are hundreds of thousands of dollars’ worth of clothes and accessories for me in here. I would have to change my outfit ten times a day to wear everything in the thirty days I am set to be here. To top it off, how did they know I was going to be here? Were they looking for a type and I just fit it? Did they go into the auction knowing they wanted a certain kind of woman and I just fit the bill? It made sense if that was so. They had been trying to get me to go out with them for weeks. They say men have a type. Or did they know I would be here?

I’m not sure how I feel about that. Vegas is a small big city. All the important players know each other, and the Mistress Auctions are for the elite. I have no clue who else was being auctioned or the details of how the auctions work. For all I know, Samantha sends out a portfolio before each auction and maybe they had seen me on it and thought it was their chance to finally get what they had been wanting.

I’m not sure if I should be mad or grateful. I’m thinking I’ll go with grateful, even though I kind of want to smack them a little. Men like them always get what they want. Another part of why I turned them down. I didn’t just want to be a notch on their belt, even though I had wanted them. At least I was bought by someone I kind of knew. Who knows what I could have ended up with? And now I get a taste of what I had really wanted every time they asked me to dinner and I said no.

Making my way over to the giant island in the middle of the room, I start pulling open drawers. Each one is filled with bras, underwear (if you can even call it that) and lingerie. Picking up a soft blue bra, I read the tag, 32DD. How the hell did they know that? I almost want to laugh. It’s like they snuck into my room and searched my drawers to get all the right sizes, but maybe they just paid attention to details. You don’t own a casino like the Cortez without noticing details

Slipping the bra on, I find the matching panties and slide them on. I’ve never worn a thong in my life. How am I supposed to walk around all day with a piece of string up my ass? Having said that, I also don’t think I’ve felt such soft material against my skin before.

I notice a blue sundress lying on the ottoman in the corner of the closet, with a note placed on top of it.

We thought this would look perfect on you.

Does that mean I’m supposed to wear it? I know I’m to follow all their orders as long as it doesn’t cause me harm or put me in danger. That is what the mistress contract had stated. It’s not something I’d normally wear. I slide it over my head. It takes a little pull to get it over my breasts, but once there it fits perfectly.

The top is tight enough that I don’t think I need a bra. Reaching in between my breasts, I unsnap the hook and pull the bra out. The dress sits snug against my stomach, but flares at my waist, stopping mid-thigh.

I make my way over to the mirror, and have to agree. It does look perfect. But this underwear has to go. There is no way I can walk around like this all day. I quickly pull it off and toss it on the floor. Thongs are the only underwear provided, so I’ll just have to go without until I can buy some more.

It’s then I remember I’m a millionaire. It was almost like I had forgotten for a moment, as if I was going through the motions. I could buy hordes of underwear now if I wanted to. I need to call Tim, my foreman, to let him know we have the money to pay a few bills that have piled up. Hell, we could even replace some equipment that’s been hanging on by a thread now. Tim has worked hard for the farm. He seems to have a deeper passion for it than I do, and I know he has been worried about us losing it. At times I think he loves the place more than I do.

The farm has been all I’ve ever known. My home. I’ve been fighting to keep it alive, and now that I have money in my pocket my mind is racing with ideas. Maybe I held onto it so tightly because it’s all I’ve ever known, like a security blanket, or maybe because I thought I didn’t have any other choice. Today, it seems like I have a lot more.

Maybe not the choice to wear this blue dress today, but in thirty days I can do anything I want. Maybe just hand the farm over to Tim, wipe my hands clean. The opportunities are now endless.

The sound of someone clearing their throat makes me jump.

“Sorry, I knocked, but there wasn’t an answer so I let myself in,” the tall, stunning brunette standing in the doorway of the closet says as she holds up a key card.

“Mandy, I’m guessing?” I say, taking my hand from my chest now that my heart has stopped trying to leap from it.

“That’s me,” she says, striding towards me, her long legs eating up the distance between us. She extends her hand, her perfectly polished dark purple nails catching the light. She’s stunning in that very uptight kind of way. Everything about her seems to be precise and in place. She is perfectly put together. From her crisp white button-up shirt to the tight pencil skirt that matches her nails and shoes to a t.

Reaching out, I take her hand in mine, and her face lights up, a warm smile spreading across her face and revealing perfect teeth. Yes, ‘perfect’ is the word I would use to describe her. At first glance she looked like she would be cold, but looking up into her face, all I see is warmth.

“I’m so glad you’re finally here. You’re even prettier than the pictures,” she says.

“Pictures?” I question.

“Oh! We’re on a tight schedule. I have you set up at the spa,” she glances down at the Blackberry in her hand, “now!” She quickly clicks some buttons, shifting from one extremely high-heeled shoe to another.

I can tell my question is one she doesn’t want to answer, and I don’t want to make things awkward.

“I just need to grab some shoes,” I say, trying to just change the subject.

Her face lights up. “Now that is something I can definitely help you with.”

She looks at my dress and starts pulling shoes off the glass shelves. “Any of these would match perfectly.”

I eye a pair of silver heels. Maybe if I wore those Mandy wouldn’t dwarf me all day, but I’m not sure how long I’d last in them. I’d kill for some flip flops right now.

Mandy picks up a pair of wedges. “Sit,” she says, pointing to the ottoman.

I do as she says, and she kneels in front of me. “Heel virgin, I’m guessing?” she asks as she starts to slide the wedge onto my foot. I almost laugh at her question. I seem to be an everything virgin lately.

“You could say that,” I respond, because I am one, unless the heels on cowboy boots count, and I’m guessing they don’t.

“Then wedges are the perfect place to start, and the ribbons lace around your ankles, makes them sexy,” she says, giving me a quick wink before standing and pulling me to my feet.

“Come, to the spa we must go. I’ve been given strict instructions to pamper you and not let anyone near your hair with scissors,” she tells me over her shoulder as she strides from the closet. I trot behind her, trying to keep up in the shoes. She stops in the entryway, picking up a few binders. She pops one open and hands me a little wallet and a cell phone. “These are for you.”

Making her way over to the elevator, she slides her card in and the door opens. I follow her in.

“Everything you need is in there. That room key does everything for you. There isn’t a door in this entire building that won’t open for you. Keep it close because I’m not kidding. There are only two other keys like it, Aaron’s and Justin’s. Not only is it your key to get everything you want in this building, you flash that thing in the jewelry store downstairs and they will load you with diamonds until they cover every inch of you.” She says it like it’s no big deal.

I just stare dumbly at her, not quite sure how to respond to that. Why would they give me a key like that? There must be a mistake or something. Maybe when they told her to get me a key to their room, she thought one like theirs.

“I think I just need a key to the room.”

“Nope,” she says as the elevator doors slide open and she quickly exits through them.

“Does everyone around here walk so fast?” I whisper, mainly to myself but Mandy hears me.

“Sorry, I’m kind of excited about the spa. I can go anytime I want, but I’m kind of a ‘go-go’ person and never really seem to let myself find the time. Today I’ve been actually ordered to go to the spa, so I’m a little excited.” The same warm smile she flashed in the closet slips across her face.

“I’ve never been to one before.” A virgin once again, I think, but I keep that part to myself.

“Well, I say we order some champagne and get this started.”

I nod in agreement.

8

JUSTIN

While Stella is having a day with Mandy, Aaron and I have to conduct some business. We are at the point in our casino career where we’ve started to move to being a bit hands off and delegating where we can. Some things still require personal attention, and it’s part of what we love about owning the Cortez.

Some things we don’t love are favors we do for friends. The poker tournament is going strong again in the morning as some of the games have lasted all night. Thank God today is the last day we are hosting, because the media circus surrounding it is a nightmare. Don’t get me wrong, we love publicity, but we get plenty of that without the celebrity drama.

After Aaron and I make the rounds and avoid Natasha as much as possible, we go out front to our waiting driver. We had Mandy set a meeting with Charles, so he’s expecting us at the Snake Eyes soon. On the way over, Aaron is silent as he looks out the window.

“You okay?”

He doesn’t look at me when he responds, just keeps staring out of the window at the passing Vegas strip. “I just can’t stop thinking about her. Every minute we’re away, I’m counting down until we can see her again.”

I smile so big my face hurts. When I don’t say anything, he looks at me and sees my big goofy grin. He rolls his eyes and goes back to looking out the window.

“Try to tell me you don’t feel the same.”

I can’t keep the excitement out of my voice. “Of course I do, I’m just not brooding about it. I’m happy as fuck we’ve got her waiting on us. I hate the time we have to spend away from her too, but doesn’t it feel amazing? Doesn’t it feel like your heart is about to burst any second because it’s so full of love?”

Aaron looks over at me, and his smile slowly grows to mirror my own. “I never thought it would feel this good. Jesus. We’re in love.”

I throw my head back and laugh because it sounds crazy. It is crazy, but that’s life, right? Good things take time, but great things happen all at once.

After a moment of us sitting in silence and smiling like idiots, we pull up to the front of the Snake Eyes.

“Get your game face on, brother. It’s time to deal with Charles.”

Aaron follows me out of the limo, and we walk side by side into the casino. The difference between the Snake Eyes and the Cortez is like night and day. Where we are light and glass, the Snake Eyes is dark and leather. Everything in here looks sultry. It’s as if you took your darkest erotic desire and made it into a place for people to drink and gamble. Charles Townsend is a legacy casino owner, meaning his family has been in the business for decades. From what we know about him, though, he went against his father and built this casino on his own the way he wanted it. It’s hard not to respect a man willing to step away from his rich family to break off and make a name for himself. It’s probably why this casino isn’t connected to the Townsend properties throughout Vegas.

If I wasn’t so annoyed with how Charles handed out loans to Frank in Stella’s name, and then bid on her at the auction, I might not hate him. But as it stands, he’s crossed a line, and the three of us need to have a conversation.

As we walk through the pit, we are immediately greeted by Cupid. He’s the liaison for the Snake Eyes, and basically the know-it-all of Vegas. There isn’t anything that happens on the strip that Cupid doesn’t hear about, and when he steps in front of us with a beaming smile, I just extend my hand and wait for it.

“My, my, my. As I live and breathe.” Cupid is a short, chubby, bald guy, and I don’t know if that’s how he got the name or if he was already named that and is destined to look this way because of it. He reaches out, taking my hand with both of his, and winks at Aaron. “Seeing the Cortez brothers grace us with a visit is something to celebrate. But may I offer congratulations on your other good news?”

I raise my eyebrow, and his smile widens.

“Oh, I assumed the damsel you have locked in your tower was to be the future Mrs. Cortez. Or are my sources failing me?”

I look at Aaron, and he rolls his eyes. People think what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. They’re sadly mistaken. Everybody knows everything. And if you’re out of the loop, you should be worried.

Cupid doesn’t seem bothered when I don’t confirm his suspicions. “No worries. I’ll just wait for my wedding invitation in the mail. This way, gentlemen.” He turns and leads us to the back of the pit and to a set of private elevators. They are covered in black leather, and the red number above the door looks ominous. I never realized it before, but the whole casino has the feeling of hell. I think anyone wanting to come to Vegas to find sin would find it here. And from what I hear, for the right price, the casino offers a list of debauched pursuits to choose from.

Cupid scans his pass and enters the elevator with us. Once inside, the black mirrors enclose us, and we ascend silently to Charles’s office. When the doors open, I expect to see sunlight, but again it’s how one might picture a dungeon. The room is bigger than a conference room, and Charles is at his desk at the far end. The only light comes from glowing black sconces on the wall. The walls look like they have been lined with black crocodile skin, and the carpet is blood red. Aaron and I are dressed in tan suits with light blue shirts, and it feels like we’re angels coming to meet with the devil. So be it.

Charles is sitting at a massive desk made of shiny black wood with a black onyx top, a small laptop and his phone sitting tidily atop it. Nothing else. He leans back in his chair, and Aaron and I approach, taking the two seats in front of him. Charles just looks at both of us, and I turn to Aaron and sigh. I guess we get to start the party since we called this meeting.

“Why were you at the auction?” I don’t want to beat around the bush because we all know the reason we’re here.

“I was there bidding on Stella. I wasn’t the only one there that night. Are you visiting all the other casino owners who offered to pay for her as well?”

I’m annoyed at his tone, but Aaron decides to speak first. “None of the other owners were trying to raise the price.”

Charles leans back in his chair. It’s easy to see he’s getting angry. He’s a big guy, and not just in height. He’s as tall as Aaron and me, at just over six feet, but he’s got width and weight on us. Where we are slim, Charles is bulky. I heard he played rugby in college, and I believe it. His size, however, isn’t intimidating. When it comes to Stella, nothing stands in our way.

I lean forward, and I hear Cupid clear his throat behind us.

“Gentlemen. There seems to be some miscommunication happening here. Why don’t I help clear the air?” We all look at him, and then Charles waves for him to continue. “I believe when you two were here last month you cleared up everything owed in Stella Johnson's name, correct?”

Aaron pulls out the paperwork and lays it on the desk in front of Charles. “That’s correct. We didn’t touch the debt owed in Frank’s name; that’s for him to fix. There’s no business left between this casino and her.”

Cupid looks down at the paperwork, and then makes eye contact with Charles. Something passes between them, and Charles nods his head. “It seems Mr. Townsend isn’t of the same opinion.”

I stand up at his words, and I’m followed by the two other men. Charles slams his fist down on his desk, and Aaron grabs my arm to keep me from going over the top of it.

“You come in to my casino and demand things. You throw your money at people and they just do what you tell them to. Is that how you think you can talk to me?” Charles looks livid and ready to attack both of us. “You two see someone like her in trouble and you pay off the problem, only to enslave her. Is that how you think women are to be treated? I didn’t know she wasn’t aware of the loan when her father took it out. He forged her signature on the paperwork, but I only just found that out. I would never try to hold something over her to keep her for myself like the two of you have done.”

Aaron squeezes my arm tighter, but he’s the one that answers. “You don’t know shit about us or about our situation. And you sure as fuck don’t know anything about Stella.”

“I don’t need to know anything about her. I know what you two are capable of, because I’ve seen you do this before. You take a young innocent girl and make her beholden to you so she’s unable to get out from under your control. You two just walked into that auction and bought what you couldn’t have. I’m tired of sitting by quietly while you both getting everything you want.”

I look to Aaron and then back to Charles. “What fuck are you talking about?” I’m completely lost.

“I want Mandy.”

“What?” Aaron and I say in unison, his demand coming out of left field.

“You’ve just paid ten million dollars for Stella. Don’t tell me you need two of them. I’ve heard the stories about you two, so I know you only want one. Obviously you’re done with Mandy, and I want her.” I can tell by the look on his face he’s not fucking around.

“You think we kept Mandy as a…what? A slave?” I say, still confused as all fuck.

“I don’t give a fuck what you kept her as. All I know is that her time is finished with you two, and I want her.”

“No,” Aaron grits out. She’s like a sister to us, and we wouldn’t hand her over to anyone. She’s not a piece of property.

“You’ll do it or I’ll buy out every debt in Frank Johnson’s name, take that farm and burn it to the ground.” I look at Charles in shock. He meets my eyes. I can tell he's dead fucking serious. “And the tapes of you and Natasha Woods go public.” He lands his killer blow.

My face must turn white, because his face is smug now, some of the anger fading from it. “Don’t worry, nothing happened. But it won’t take much editing to make it look like it did. From what I’ve seen of the video, she drugged you and had a camera guy take you to her room, but I had a man outside the door waiting to bust in as you came out. Despite my reputation, I wouldn’t have allowed that to happen to anyone, even you.”

“But you have the video?”

“I have it for now. As collateral.” He gives us a cocky grin, knowing he has the upper hand.

Suddenly, Cupid comes over and lays a sheet of paper on the desk.

“This contract states that Mr. Townsend would like to hire Mandy on a temporary basis at the Snake Eyes casino, and in turn you would hire me. Think of it as an exchange, but with a dramatic flair.” I’m surprised he doesn't throw glitter in the air as he says it.

“Why would we do this?”

I look at Aaron in shock. “Are you seriously considering this?”

He gives me a look, and I understand. That farm is everything to Stella, the whole reason she was even doing this, and burning it down would be the ultimate slap in the face after her years of dedication to it. Not to mention the media scandal it would cause if that video leaked. She has known enough pain, and the need to keep her from feeling any more of it is like a driving force for us.

Cupid lays three pens on the desk. “The terms are simple. Sadly, there are no sexual servitude clauses. I would’ve loved to have tried on the two of you.” He smiles at his own joke and continues. “One month of service to the casino. Mandy and I will be treated as any employee and made to do only the required tasks. At any time during the month, if either of us feels too much is being demanded of us or we are asked to do something we aren't comfortable with, we can terminate the contract on our own and go back to our previous employer. It’s that easy, and believe me, I know the demands you two make of Mandy, and I wouldn’t have agreed to it without a way to get out.”

I pull my arm out of Aaron's grip and pick up the contract. It’s one page long and easy to read. There are a few rules, but they are all standard and nothing looks out of the ordinary. Still, I don’t get it. “Explain this to me, Charles. Why are you doing this? I don’t understand why you want Mandy.”

“I have my reasons, and ultimately I want to make sure she’s happy where she is.”

Mandy’s been with us since she was nineteen, and though she’s been wonderful, we’ve been selfish. We’ve demanded a lot from her, and she’s sacrificed everything for us and our casino. Maybe Charles is right. Maybe we have enslaved her. It’s clear he means her no harm, maybe he just wants to be near her. I understand the feeling– being willing to do anything to just be near the woman you want. I’m standing here for that reason. Plus I know Mandy can hold her own. I’m not sure he knows what he’s biting off.

I look at Aaron and he nods his head, looking to Charles. “One month, she can leave anytime she wants, and we get Cupid as a replacement?”

“That’s the deal.”

I take the pen and sign the paperwork, hoping Mandy understands. Aaron grabs his pen and looks at Charles one last time. After a moment he must see something and decides to go ahead. Charles signs last and passes the contract to Cupid.

“Now, if you two will excuse me, I have some phone calls to make.”

Charles sits down at his desk, and Aaron and I turn to leave. Just as I do, I realize I’m still holding his pen in my hand and I turn back to drop it on his desk.

It’s then I see a picture of Mandy on his phone. Before I can comment, he hits a button and the image disappears. His eyes meet mine, daring me to say something.

No man would go to these lengths for a woman he doesn’t care about. I know because I’ve gone to these lengths before. It’s then I see what Aaron must have seen. His need for Mandy is raw and real, and if this were a poker game, I’d have his casino.

I just nod my head and go to the elevator, joining Aaron. Cupid stays behind and waves goodbye to us as the black mirrored doors close.

Once we are out of the Snake Eyes and in the back seat of the car, I look at Aaron and smile.

“Why are you smiling now?”

“You know, the answer to that question is another question.”

“Which is?”

“Think Mindy would enter the Mistress Auction?”