Mr. Billionaire Puppet

It was a long night at the office for Mr. Hill Hamilton, a handsome billionaire with dark brown hair and almond eyes. He had a powerful presence that commanded respect.

"Alright Mike, see you tommorow." Mr. Hill said as he headed towards his bently. He was done for the night but Mike didn't think so. Mike was next in command at Mr. Hill's company, he was the COO and Mr. Hill's very good friend.

"Come on Hill, are you really gonna spend the night alone again?" Mike asked with furrowed brows.

"Mike you know I'm not alone, I have a daughter Alexis?" He reminded Mike.

"You're not gonna fuck Alexis now are you? I'm talking about sensational stuff, sexual pleasure Hill."

Mr. Hill wasn't convinced, all he wanted to do was go home to plan his schedule for the next day but Mike was resilient. "I promise you Hill, you won't regret it."

Papayas Strip Club

The night was young and so were the ladies at Papayas strip club. Some laid stark naked stroking the dicks of people who were old enough to be their fathers, some were on the finest undies dancing lusciously to the night music, while some were being fucked hard core; it was an orgy house. It didn't take long before the owner of the establishment noticed she was graced with the presence of the billionaire; Mr. Hill Hamilton.

"Mr. Hill what a pleasant surprise." Cox said with a warm smile. She also acknowledged the presence of Mike as well with a knowing smile and a soft nod.

"Cox, I want you to give my very good friend here only the best. I'm talking five star bitches." Mike demanded.

"Very well Mike, as luck may have it, our very special girl is less occupied tonight." Cox said with a smirk then she called the attention of one of her staff and whispered in her ears, "Get me Lizzie."

Shortly, an attractive looking lady approached them. She was dressed like a slut yet she looked divine, ethereal, immaculate. Mr. Hill couldn't take his eyes off her. She was shorter than him but had curves in all the right places. Her skin was pale and her hair was long and wavy, falling down to her shoulders in soft waves of blackness.

"She's all yours Mr. Hill, enjoy." Cox said, "Mike," She signaled Mike to leave with her leaving Mr. Hill and Lizzie alone.

"My days you are perfect..." Mr. Hill marveled at her beauty and body.

"Thank you." She said, her voice almost above a whisper. She led him to a private room to pole dance for him. With her sensual moves on the pole, he was mesmerized by her body and charm. They had a brief encounter but it was enough to spark something inside of Mr. Hill that made him want more. She came down to his level and carefully untied his tie as he laid back on a chair. He looked her dead in the eye and bit his lips as she serenaded him.

"A girl like you shouldn't be doing this." He said under his breath.

But Lizzie didn't stop, she kept on doing her job leaving Mr. Hill rock hard. She started taking off her bra slowly, teasing him by playing with her panties. Mr. Hill let out a groan, "Get on top of me." He ordered.

She obeyed, and as she mounted him she looked him dead in the eye and said, "I know who you are."

"Oh really? Well then, tell me who the fuck am I."

"You're the prolific billionaire, Mr. Hill Hamilton." She began to plant kisses softly on his neck, making him talk breathily.

"Fuck...." Mr. Hill moaned. He caressed her hair softly as she kissed him until he placed his hands on something odd down her neck, it wasn't a smooth surface so he had to call her attention. When she noticed he had figured out her bruises she immediately pulled herself away from him.

"No, I want to see them." He said softly.

She looked away from him wearing a sullen look on her face, "It's okay, you can trust me." Mr. Hill assured her.

She eventually let her guard down and rose her hair up to show him her bruises, dazed, Mr. Hill asked, "What happened to you?"

She was hesitant to speak, until Mr. Hill said, "You can tell me. Are you afraid of Cox, was it Cox?"

"No," she had trouble confessing the truth and Mr. Hill kept on assuring her that she could trust him. When she opened up Mr. Hill was astonished and furious. Lizzie knew he was raging so she begged him not to do anything outrageous. "Please Mr. Hill, he's a very valued and esteemed customer, ratting him out would take a toll on me."

"Lizzie, please get the fuck up from me." His patience was running out and if Lizzie had stayed on top of him longer, he would've pushed her to the floor but fortunately, Lizzie respected herself and unmounted Mr. Hill. He didn't even adjust his clothes before leaving the private room.

"Fuck what have I done!!!" Lizzie was paranoid. She tagged along behind him.

When Mike saw Mr. Hill coming out without his tie and his packet shirt half way buttoned up, he chortled and said, "My man! I trust you had a good time, Lizzie gives the best blow jobs."

Before Mike could say another word, a hard blow met his face from his very good friend Mr. Hill. "What the fuck!" He yelled. He touched his nose and figured out he was bleeding.

"I have principles Mike, strict principles and you fucking know that!" Mr. Hill said at the top of his voice.

"Hill, what the fuck are you talking about man!" Mike was confused.

"You come to this establishment day in day out and fuck Lizzie, you fucking maltreat her and give her bruises on her fucking neck?!"

"Since when did you care about bitches like her!" He retorted.

"Gentlemen, please this isn't the right place to do this." Cox intervened with a plea.

"Since now. She doesn't belong here." Mr. Hill responded.

"You're right, she belongs on my dick. Sucking me out like the last time." Mike's statement aggravated Mr. Hill causing him to want to hit Mike again but Cox intercepted them.

Since Mr. Hill couldn't hit Mike, he said to him, "You're fired, first thing tommorow morning I want you to pack up your things and leave the office."

"You can't be serious Hill, I'm the backbone of your company, you can't throw me out in the curb."

"Yes I can." Mr. Hill was about to leave when Mike yelled, "You can't replace me Hill, I'm fucking irreplaceable!"

Mr. Hill scoffed and then said, "Lizzie, come with me."

Lizzie stood firm, she glanced at Cox and then glanced at Mr. Hill, "Cox, I'll compensate you for everything. Both my argument with Mike and Lizzie." Mr. Hill said.

"I'm sorry Mr. Hill, but I cant give you Lizzie. She's my property, she signed a contract." Cox responded sternly.

Lizzie struggled to find a voice and she eventually did, "You forget there's a clause."

"Oh darling, I remember vividly and it stipulates that under any event of good services to a valuable customer and good time serving that particular customer, you can be bought for a substantial sum of 25 million dollars by that customer." Cox then laughed hysterically, "and do you think any man would pay such a preposterous amount for a slut like you?"

It was at this moment that Mr. Hill, unruffled and poised, calmly asked Cox a simple yet powerful question: "Cheque or cash?"

The room fell silent as Cox processed the unexpected response. Consumed by jealousy and anger, Cox struggled to say, "You'll be missed Lizzie." Then she turned to Mr. Hill and said, "Cash."

Just outside of Mr. Hill's luxurious penthouse, Mr. Hill and Lizzie stood staring at each other and saying nothing but smiling at each other. In gratitude, Lizzie surprised Mr. Hill and held up her pair of dirty panties and Mr. Hill blushed heavily. She held the panties up to Mr. Hill's nose. "It's not that bad" she said.

"Can I smell it again?" Mr. Hill asked. "I want to." Mr. Hill added as he reached out and grabbed her, pulled her to him and pressed his face into the wet fabric.

He smelled it again and took in a breath of her scent. "I want to lick your panty crotch. I'd love to smell this dirty stink on your dirty panties and watch your ass wiggle as you try to wrestle free." He mumbled in her ear.

Mr. Hill felt his own cock getting hard. He took her by the hand, led her into his penthouse, carried her through the stairs and threw her on the bed. He pulled her panties aside and started tonguing her pussy. His fingers were busy on his own shaft as he ate her out.

"Mr. Hill I'm gonna cum all over you!" She cried out. She was cumming, moaning and squirting juices all over his face and chest. He stood up and pushed his pants and boxers down to show her his raging hard cock. She looked and immediately starts licking and sucking him.

She liked it. The sight of Lizzie sucking his thick rod made him mad with desire. She pulled his boxers down around his thighs and squeezed his balls. He came up and straddled her face, fucking her in the mouth. She was struggling to breath but he kept going, he could feel his dick thrust down her throat. He then explodes and his cum was all over her puffy face and lips, dripping down her neck and rolling down her succulent breasts.

Their sexual passion was shattered by the persistent ring of Mr. Hill's office phone. Annoyance creased on Mr. Hills brows as he reluctantly disengaged from Lizzie, "Clean yourself up," he said before leaving to answer the call. "This better be important," he grumbled, gripping the receiver.

On the other end of the line, a frantic voice echoed through the speaker. It was his trusted advisor, Johnathan. "Mr. Hill, there's an emergency board meeting scheduled. It's about the hostile takeover bid for our flagship company."

Mr. Hill's expression shifted from irritation to concern. "What's going on, Johnathan? I thought we had everything under control."

"It's a sudden move from a rival conglomerate; OmniCorp. They've acquired a substantial stake, and they're pushing for an immediate vote to take control. The board needs your decision on the counterproposal," Johnathan explained urgently.

The gravity of the situation sank in, and Mr. Hill's mind shifted into business mode. "Get everyone on the line. I'll join the meeting remotely. We can't let them take over our company."

After the call, Lizzie was concerned, "What's going on?" She asked Mr. Hill.

Immediately, he dismissed her by saying, "You won't understand, just take off your clothes and stand in front of me while I'm on my meeting. It'll help me think better."

Confused but constrained to obey him, Lizzie said, "okay..." as she stood there in front of him stark naked, he demanded that she touch herself. "Start from your nipples, squeeze them hard and then play with them for me." She did as he said then the meeting started, the board members had connected through a virtual interface and awaited his guidance.

Jonathan, the ever composed advisor, presented the counterproposal meticulously. "We've strategized an acquisition plan that would outmaneuver the rival conglomerate. It involves securing additional key partnerships and leveraging our international alliances."

"Touch your clits, rub them in circles for me." Mr. Hill said almost inaudibly to Lizzie. Then he turned back to his meeting and said, "What are the risks, Jonathan? I need a thorough analysis before I make a decision."

Jonathan nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "There's a financial strain involved, but it's manageable with our current reserves. The long-term benefits outweigh the short-term challenges. Plus, it sends a strong message to our competitors about our resilience."

"Finger yourself slowly and moan softly." He ordered her again in whispers. Then he leaned back in his chair, absorbing the information Jonathan laid out to him, "Proceed with the counterproposal. I want a detailed report on the potential fallout and risk mitigation strategies. We can't afford any missteps."

Lizzie pleasured herself to the point that she couldn't control her moan anymore, she let out a strong moan that made everyone in Mr. Hill's meeting notice something was going on. It was in that exact moment Lizzie knew she had fucked up as she immediately placed her hands over her mouth.

"Umm... Mr. Hill are you busy?" Jonathan asked.

"Not at all, let's proceed shall we?" As the meeting progressed, Mr. Hill's strategic acumen shone through. The collaborative efforts of his team managed to thwart the hostile takeover bid. The meeting ended with everyone on board praising Mr. Hill. He bided all of them good night and turned to face Lizzie.

"Next time, when I tell you to touch yourself try not to moan so loudly." His sudden change of tone instilled a little fear in Lizzie but she was undeterred.

The next morning Lizzie prepared a stylish breakfast for Mr. Hill and served to him in bed. "How thoughtful of you Lizzie." Mr. Hill thankfully said.

"I read some of your interviews were you mentioned how you liked your breakfast." Lizzie said with a smile.

"What interview was that?" He asked.

"The interview with NewTimes daily." Lizzie cleared her throat and then asked, "When were you going to tell me you had a daughter?"

While he ate, he responded, "That's none of your business."

Stunned by his response, Lizzie swallowed her thoughts. "She's pretty by the way."

"It's evident." He responded.

"I'd like to know more about you. We should go out for dinner tonight." Lizzie suggested.

"Lizzie, I'm trying to enjoy my breakfast, you're talking too much." He coldly said.

"Ouch," she mumbled. "Okay, I guess I'll just go to the kitchen and see what I can do."

"Yeah you should."

Mr. Hill's response wounded Lizzie deeply but she had to conceal it, afterall, he did buy her for 25 million dollars.

Mr. Hill got dressed and was prepared to go to work, before leaving he told Lizzie that he left her money in an envelope to go shopping. It was a total amount of 300 thousand dollars kept in the envelope. Lizzie had never seen such an amount of money for free except she ate out the pussies of rich business women or sucked the dicks of horny old men.

She took the money and got dressed to hit the store. In the luxurious boutique, Lizzie sifted through racks of designer clothes. Shortly, a sharp voice sliced through the air and Lizzie turned back to find Carla, a girl she used to work side by side with at Papayas strip club.

Carla approached her with a smug grin, "Well, well, if it isn't Lizzie. What are you doing here, trying to play rich now?"

Lizzie, maintaining her composure, replied, "I'm just enjoying a little shopping. Mr. Hill thought I deserved a treat."

Carla, scoffing, retorted, "Mr. Hill, huh? Didn't know the man was into charity cases. You were nothing before him, just another stripper."

Lizzie, unfazed, responded, "People change, Carla. I've moved on to a better life. Not everyone stays stuck in the past."

Carla, narrowing her eyes, continued to mock, "Better life? You think buying fancy clothes makes you classy? You'll always be that girl from the strip club."

Lizzie, with a confident smile, concluded, "Maybe, but at least I left that life behind."

Carla laughed hysterically, "Oh baby, you haven't left that life behind. You're just a private stripper now."

Confused and curious, Lizzie asked, "What do you mean?"

"You were bought for 25 million, don't make that mistake of ever thinking he bought you your freedom. You're his now, his slave, his pleasure, his puppet." Carla explained with spite.

What Carla said sent Lizzie through series of flashbacks of how Mr. Hill made her do questionable things for him. Trying to doubt Carla she said, "It's not true."

"Prove me wrong then, show me a ring at least so I'll know he truly loves you for who you are."

"I don't have one." Lizzie sadly said.

"Then don't forget who you are, a stripper from papayas club." Carla said with a smirk. "Cox sends her regards, your price money really helped the club improve indefectibly."

Carla left Lizzie with a deep sense of what almost felt like regret and hurt. After buying the clothes she left the boutique trying to hide her emotions. She got home to meet Mr. Hill's daughter lying down on the couch with a boy who looked at least almost 30, just like her.

"Who are you and how the fuck do you have the keys to my fathers penthouse?" Alexis rudely asked.

Alexis was 18 years of age, she had brown hair like her dad and hazel nut eyes. She had a high pitched voice and sounded like a brat. "Hello, I'm talking to you?" Alexis said whilst waving her hands at Lizzie.

"Uh...I'm your dad's girlfriend." She hesitated before she spoke.

"My dad doesn't keep girlfriends, so who the fuck are you?" Alexis asked again.

"Listen to me young girl you don't talk to me in that tone, I am old enough to be your mother." Pissed Lizzie cautioned Alexis.

"Old enough quiet alright, my mother, nope." She jeered and Ridley the boy she was with chuckled within.

Lizzie was dumbfounded that she got burned by a little girl. "Infact, I'm calling my dad since you can't talk." Alexis said. She rings her dad and when he answered the phone, Alexis reported the situation on ground.

"Honey, that's my colleague from work, hope you weren't rude to her?" Mr. Hill asked.

Lizzie was stunned by his response, "I was 'cause she said she was your girlfriend. But now I'll be nice to her, I'll even apologize."

"Good to hear that honey," Mr. Hill responded.

"I cannot believe that man." Lizzie grumbled on her way upstairs.

At Mr. Hill's company, he organized a meeting to announce to everyone that Mike would be departing them as a member of the company.

Mr. Hill cleared his throat, "Ladies and gentlemen, I have called this meeting to inform you that Mike will no longer be part of our esteemed company," Mr. Hill declared with a stern demeanor.

Jonathan, a puzzled expression on his face, raised his hand, "May I ask why Mike is leaving? He has contributed significantly to our success."

Mr. Hill sighed, "Mike's incompetence has become evident, and I cannot continue to have him on board. Furthermore, his tolerance for immoral acts has strained our professional relationship."

Whispers of disbelief swept through the room. Mike, once considered a linchpin of the company's success, was now being portrayed as inadequate and morally compromised.

Jonathan, persistent in his inquiry, questioned, "But sir, Mike has been instrumental in many of our triumphs. Are you sure about this decision?"

Mr. Hill fixed Jonathan with a stern gaze, "Jonathan, I've made my decision based on what I believe is best for the company. I expect all of you to continue striving for excellence. Thank you."

As the meeting concluded, Delacy, an executive and Mike's elder sister, pondered the accusations against Mike. "What's life without a dose of little immorality?" she mused to herself.

Later, after the meeting, Jonathan approached Mr. Hill privately, commending him for the recent success in handling a rival conglomerate. "Sir, you've shown great leadership, especially in navigating the challenges with our competitors," Jonathan praised.

Mr. Hill nodded appreciatively, "Thank you, Jonathan. It's crucial that we maintain our position in the market. Let's continue working towards our goals, and remember, decisions like these are never easy."

"I understand sir." Jonathan's aim for talking with Mr. Hill privately was so he could assume the position of Mike as former COO. But Mr. Hill wasn't in a rush to fill that position in just yet.