MENAGE: Taken by the Billionaires (MMF New Adult Menage Billionaire Romance) (Billionaire New Adult Menage Humor Short Stories) (2 page)

Chapter Three

It has to be a prank,
the realist part of my mind told me. As I walked to the elevator, twiddling the card Pulley gave me, I realized that it could be a dud. He probably gave me a card that didn’t work because he wanted to play with some girl’s feelings. When I stepped in the elevator, I prepared myself for the disappointment.

The convention center and the hotel joined, and the elevator I took would lead me to the rooms. There were 20 floors in the hotel, with the last three reserved for the big names. Below button 17, there was a keycard slot, followed by three buttons. To make the buttons work, you had to slide the keycard through the slot. If you were taking the stairs, there’d be a door you had to open using the keycard. As of now, the three buttons glowed red. If I slid the keycard and it worked, they would turn white, and I could hit whatever floor I wanted to take.

“Here goes,” I uttered, and I swiped the keycard. The buttons stayed red for a few seconds, and my heart began pounding. Was this all a trick?

Then, the red buttons turned white. I wanted to jump for joy, but I was afraid of damaging the elevator. As if the world depended on it, I hit button 20 repeatedly. The door closed and the elevator went up. I heard the
ding!s
as the elevator reached each floor, and my heart continued to pound until it hit 20. The door opened, and I went into the hallway.

Floor 20 had the most elegant hallway I ever witnessed. My floor, 7, just had your standard hotel setup, but this had walls decorated with jewels, and even a few fountains around. I wondered how much of the hotel’s hidden fees had to do with compensating for this lavish room.

I followed the doors down until I reached room 2024. I knocked on it a few times, but no response. I then swiped my keycard in its slot to see if it would work. The slot emitted a green light, and I heard the sound of the door unlocking. I stepped inside.

The room looked like something out of a cribs show. The decorations included high-quality paintings, diamonds on the walls, a television as big as a theater screen, and a bathroom that looked like your own persona spa. As I walked into the bedroom, I saw the bed, which made a king-size look like a joker. It was perfectly made, its tender blankets on tightly.

I explored every crevice of the room, but the two didn’t seem to be in here. I turned around to leave. Even though this room was heavenly, I was still in someone’s space without them being there, and I felt uncomfortable because of it. As soon as I went for the door, however, it opened. Pulley and Goldsmith stepped inside, sighs escaping their mouths.

“Glad to see you made it,” Pulley greeted.

“Apologies for the wait. Everyone kept stopping us, and there’s only so many ways I can politely say ‘Give us some space.’”

As they shut the door, they removed their suits and ties. Now, they looked a bit more human, and I had to admit, it looked good on them.

“I just arrived. What an amazing place you got there. A hotel room, and it puts my house to shame,” I greeted.

“It’s nice, but its hot tub needs to be a few degrees warmer,” Pulley joked. I hated humblebraggers, but I had to chuckle.

“So what? Am I staying the night or partying, or what’s your plan?” I asked.

“If you want,” Goldsmith replied, “We just wanted to have a cute girl so we can unwind, and you took the cake.”

“Oh, I’m not that cute,” I replied, my hands over my red cheeks.

“You got legs for days, cute little cheeks, you don’t cover yourself with makeup, and you’re chill. You’re the perfect girl. Everyone who has dated Ethan or me is usually some Barbie doll who won’t stop talking,” Goldsmith explained. Pulley nodded.

I felt like a middle-schooler who was asked out for the first time. Not only was I the desire of one attractive billionaire, but two! But which one to pick? I thought that both of them had their own sexy traits, so it was difficult to choose. And they were always together, which made it even more difficult.

What was even stranger was that both men didn’t seem competitive. I knew guys who destroyed their friendships as they competed to win the heart of some slut, and yet these two were relaxed. Although, that could be because of PR reasons.

“I’m glad you find me attractive,” I replied. “So what do you two want to do?”

“How about we get in the hot tub? There’s a TV by it and everything, so we can watch a movie while we relax,” Pulley suggested.

“I don’t have a swimsuit,” I protested. Even though I don’t think these men would mind if I went in with my birthday suit, I had to be a little modest.

“We bought one for you at the souvenir shop before we came in. One size fits all,” Pulley replied, a chuckle escaping me. “We’ll get ready, and while we do that, you can try it on.”

I went into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, which almost looked like a portal to another dimension. I took off my clothes and tried my bikini on. Unsurprisingly, it fit, but it led little to the imagination. My breasts were barely held in my top, and my bottoms didn’t do a good job concealing my butt. I felt embarrassed, and a bit annoyed. These two wanted to put me in this. In spite of this, underneath the shame, I felt turned on as well.

Chapter Four

I stepped into the hot tub, the water seducing me within seconds. Pulley was wrong about the temperature being too cold. This was just right. It was hot enough to melt you, but not so hot that it would cook.

As I relaxed, Pulley and Goldsmith walked into the room, wearing nothing but swimming trunks. I almost had a nosebleed as I stared at them. I always expected billionaires to be too busy with work to be able to work out, but these two were packing underneath those suits. Their arms, abs, and legs were well-defined, sporting enough muscle to impress but not enough to make them look like meatheads. These two were the ideal men, and the idea of this probably being a one-night fling made me a bit upset.

There was a TV embedded in the wall, and as they stepped in, Pulley turned it on. A softcore romance began playing, and the two sat beside me, with Pulley on my left and Goldsmith on my right.

Conveniently, the romance was in the middle of a sex scene, where the protagonist was feeling up her lover. I looked to my left and right, unsure of which to take. I knew there had to be one, and-

When I thought this, Pulley and Goldsmith’s hands grabbed my shoulders and began rubbing them. I turned around, only for Goldsmith to pull me in. Before I knew it, my tongue mingled with a billionaire’s, and the man was an amazing kisser. Meanwhile, Pulley’s hand ghosted down my top, and I felt him playing with my breasts. As I made out with Goldsmith, I let out a gasp. I pulled away from Goldsmith and Pulley removed his hand.

“Why are the both of you-?” I tried to ask, but I was lost for words.

“Simple,” Goldsmith replied, some of my drool dripping from his mouth. “As owners, we share everything. I told Pulley that if we every find a girl who’s ideal for both of us, we can both have her. We do believe in polyamory.”

I wanted to jump out of the hot tub and draw the line. That was insane! I couldn’t become the object of two men at once. However, my body screamed in pleasure. Perhaps that was just the attitude I was conditioned with. I grew up with conservative parents, and they taught me that sex was this horrible thing. Naturally, I rebelled in college, but even I had my limits, and this was hitting the taboo side.

“Is there something wrong?” Pulley asked, turning on the jets. I heard noises of pleasure coming from the TV as the sex scene was at its climax. I felt someone’s hand go down my pants, feeling me down there. Pulley kissed me on the cheek and then I replied.

“No,” I admitted. It was my turn. I pushed my mouth against Pulley’s and we started kissing like two wild teenagers. While we swapped our spit, Goldsmith unclasped my top. It didn’t take much for my breasts to pop out, and they were ripe, their buds rounded and ready for action. Goldsmith grabbed one and began tugging on it delicately. I arched my back against the hot tub, letting the two have their way with me. I began sweating even more, not just from the hot tub, and I felt lightheaded. The two noticed this, and they stopped.

“Why don’t we take this to the bed?” Pulley asked as I pulled away.

“We can have lots of fun,” Goldsmith added.

How could I refuse these two? I stepped out of the hot tub and wrapped a towel around me. As I made my way to the bedroom, I removed the towel once I stepped in front of the mirror. I could tell that my body was craving them. My womanhood was blooming and soaking wet, and my nipples pointed firmly. I made my way to the bed and waited for the playboys to come. As they approached me, I tried making a seductive pose, but knew that I probably failed.

They removed their towels, pulled down their boxers, and jumped on the bed. As they stood up, I looked at their cocks with glee. Goldsmith’s was longer, but Pulley had the girth. I looked at both, unsure of which to tackle first. I ended up gravitating towards Pulley, opening my mouth in hunger. I suckled on the tip of his cock, tasting his sweat. My hand went towards Goldsmith’s, and I wrapped it around his cock. As I began sucking Pulley, I jacked Goldsmith off at a slow pace. The two began panting, and I realized that I was doing something right.

As I shoved more of Pulley down my throat, I felt like a slut. I had my wild moments in college, but nothing like this. Two billionaires were turning me into their sex slave, and I felt great about it. With my free hand, I gave my clitoris a rub and then touched my entrance. I was soaked down there. I swallowed more of pulley and began moving my mouth at a faster pace, Pulley moaning. I sped up masturbating Goldsmith, and soon both men were at their limits. Pulley made one strong thrust and I felt his sperm flood the inside of my mouth, splattering over my teeth, tongue, and down my throat. As I pulled out, I faced Goldsmith. His load hit me in multiple pumps, soaking my face, chest, and hair. I licked everything up, both of their sperm in my mouth. With a mighty gulp, I felt satisfied.

“Now it’s your turn to make me go wild,” I purred at them.

But to my surprise, the two jumped off the bed and put their clothes on. “It’s getting a bit late, and you got me off so much that I feel tired. I don’t know about Ethan over there,” Goldsmith explained, “But I’m beat.”

“Besides that,” Pulley added, “We love teasing you. That’s just a taste of us. You’re amazing, and we’d love for you to live with us as our lover. You don’t have to pay anything, but you just need to help us unwind every so often.”

Before I knew it, I had to put on my clothes and leave my room, my keycard swiped from me. As I stepped out, the tension in my body was rising, but I couldn’t satisfy it. All they gave me were their numbers, telling me that when I made my decision to call them before they left.

Chapter Five

Thankfully, I didn’t need a keycard to leave the VIP floor, so I took the elevator, sighing at the fact that I couldn’t return once I went down. My body was still in maximum overdrive, but my brain worked just fine. Those two had me wrapped around their fingers, and I didn’t know what to do. On paper, their offer was a one-way ticket to heaven on earth. I would be well-fed, get anything I wanted, and all my desires would be satisfied every night. There would be no work, no stress, and I could spend my free time reading books or watching shows.

It sounded good, but I was still unsure. Even though I loved time off, I hated the idea of freeloading, even if they wanted me to. I still wanted to go to college and start my own business path, and not leech on someone else. Plus, there was my family. They would definitely disown me if I did this, and wouldn’t take me back if things went sour. I was never that close to them, but we were in a stable relationship, and I would hate to ruin it.

When I returned to my room, I didn’t sleep much. I tried going to bed, but the tension kept growing. I brought my vibrator with me, and I tried getting myself off with it, pretending that it belonged to one of them. Even though I reached climax, the tension was still there. I tossed, turned, and flipped over like a hamburger. For such an easy decision, it was quite difficult.

I woke up and put on my staff badge. Sunday, the crowd began thinning out, and I waved goodbye to all the attendees. I didn’t see Pulley and Goldsmith anywhere, and I wondered where they could be. Probably in their hotel room, packing up.

I just didn’t know what I should do. All signs pointed to me going, but they also lived in California, and this was in New York. I would hate to leave everyone behind. True, getting a plane ticket back home would be easy, but the distance still intimidated me.

As the closing ceremonies ended, I reached for my phone. I began recalling Pulley and Goldsmith’s speech, which told me to take advantage of the situation at hand. I was about to do that. I called the first number in my contacts list, and Goldsmith answered.

“So, I see that you want to be our lover,” Goldsmith asked.

“Maybe I do,” I replied. “But tell me something, can I still go to college and all that jazz?”

“Of course,” he replied. “We can transfer you and get you enrolled in the most prestigious college that’s available. We like a girl with some brains. All tuition will be paid, of course.”

I smiled. “Very well. And what about my friends and family?”

“Just ask us to buy you a ticket home, and you can visit.” This time, Pulley replied.

The smile soon turned into a schoolgirl grin. “Very well, then I accept. Where are you two?”

“We’re in our limo, about to arrive at the airport,” Pulley told me. “We’re running late for our flight.”

“What? I thought you’d stay longer!” I protested.

“The convention got too boring,” Goldsmith replied. “However, we can order you a ticket for a flight next week, and we’ll pick you up. With that said, we have a few requirements,” Pulley added.

“Which are?”

I heard laughing from Goldsmith. “I want you to board the plane in the sluttiest clothes you have possible. From the plane ride to when we pick you up, I want you to plug both your holes with a toy. Take pictures as you do.”

I wanted to refuse, as the idea of me walking around like that was borderline embarrassing. Forget borderline, it was embarrassing. I wanted to tell them that they crossed a line, that there was no way I would ever do that. But despite my protests, despite me wanting to say no, I listened to the voice deep down. That one little person inside me kept saying that it was a turn-on. Deep down, I loved their sadism, and I wanted to be their kitten, bowing down to their every demands.

“Yes,” was all I replied.

“Good. Give us your email and we’ll send you a plane ticket your way.”

With that, they hung up. The skeptical part of me still believed that they were going to leave me out to dry, that they were two billionaires messing around with a poor girl. An hour later, however, I was proven wrong. I received a confirmation email telling me that my plane ticket was purchased, and I’d be departing in a week. Excitement took over me, and I was restless as I returned to my apartment. They mentioned that they would help break the lease as well, so I already was packing. During the upcoming week, I slowly but surely packed all my essentials. Eventually, I would grab the rest, but if not, no harm done. They could buy me everything I wanted.

The night before I departed, I found myself in a sex shop. As I flashed my idea, the seedy man behind the counter wondered why I was so eager to look for toys. I found a twin pack of two vibrating bullets, which I bought immediately. As I took them home, I was too excited for what lied tomorrow.