The Billionaire's Pet

"Oh my gosh. I'm going to collapse!" Vivian gasped just as she crashed against her friend's front door. She began to pound on it with her fists.

"Vivian! What are you doing here?" Cynthia asked in surprise when she opened her front door and saw her friend looking panicked.

"Are you ok?"

"Please Cynthia, let me in. I'll explain everything to you, please," Vivian panted.

Her eyes darted around fearfully as if she was expecting someone to jump out of the walls and grab her.

Cynthia opened the door wider to let her friend in. She couldn't help but wonder who or what Vivian was running away from at this ungodly hour.

It was a few minutes past 1 a.m. Cynthia had been watching a rom-com movie on TV before she was interrupted by the loud knocks on her door. She noticed Vivian's rumpled oversized T-shirt, stained denim shorts, and dirty sneakers.

Even her curly wig was messy and nearly falling off her head. The only accessory she had on was her knockoff Chanel fanny pack.

Vivian stumbled over to the couch and sat down heavily on it. She took off her wig to reveal her neatly done cornrows.

"Do you want some water to drink?" Cynthia asked.

"Yes, please," Vivian replied almost breathlessly.

After she'd taken a generous drink of water from the glass that her friend offered her, Vivian sighed with relief.

"So, you want to tell me what all of this is about?" Cynthia asked.

Vivan's lower lip trembled when she tried to speak. "I had to run away, Cynthia. I had to run away from it all."

"Run away from what?"

"From the madness that is my life. I can't do it anymore, Cynthia. The debts keep piling up and I don't have any means to pay them up. Now I must be on the run every time like a criminal, to avoid getting caught by my creditors. I just want to be a normal girl; go through college, graduate, and move on with my life. Is that too much to ask for?"

"No, it's not," Cynthia replied. "Who are you owing?"

"Everyone – a bunch of girls at the hostel that I borrowed money from, my cousin, and even the school. I still haven't finished paying my tuition and time is running out. You have to help me Cynthia; I don't know where else to go. I need help!"

"What about your parents?"

"Dad has been out of work for months now. The little money my Mom makes from her small business goes into the upkeep of the home and taking care of my younger ones."

"Oh..."

"Exactly. I can't go to them for money right now because they don't have any to spare. I can't continue like this."

"That's sad," Cynthia said sympathetically.

"One of my creditors sent some thugs to harass me at the hostel. Luckily for me, they went to the wrong room, but I got to know that they were looking for me. That's why I came here. I know I can't hide here for long, so I need you to help me. Please!"

Cynthia sighed. The lack of adequate security at the off-campus hostels was disturbing but the university management didn't seem to care.

"What do you want me to do then? I don't have money to lend you because I know there's no guarantee that I'll get it back any time soon," she said bluntly.

"I – I understand," Vivian said sadly.

"You know I'm the one putting myself through school. So, every single dime in my bank account is very precious to me. Plus, there's also my family to consider. They depend on me for their upkeep too."

Cynthia's mom was a widowed civil servant who could barely take care of her three children on her meager salary. Thankfully, Cynthia had been able to help her family stay afloat with the regular cash she sent to them monthly.

"I know," Vivian admitted. "And I'm not here to ask you for money either."

Cynthia was surprised. "You're not? What do you want me to do for you then?"

Vivian looked her friend dead in the eyes and said, "I want you to show me how you make your money. I want to be financially independent like you. I want to be able to afford a nice apartment like yours. I want to make enough money to take care of myself and help my family. Please, Cynthia. Don't say no. I desperately need your help."

"If I remember correctly, you once said that you could never sell your body to make money," Cynthia said with a smirk.

"Yes, I did. But what has that got to do with this?"

Cynthia smiled. "What do you think I do to make money?"

Vivian was a bit confused. "You said you were into customer service, right?"

"Right, but do you know the kind of customers that I service?"

"I don't know," Vivian replied sincerely.

"And did you ever ask me?"

"Stop with the suspense, Cynthia. What are you getting at? Who are your customers?"

"Men. My customers are men," Cynthia answered matter-of-factly.

"Men? I don't understand."

"My dear Vivian, I sleep with men for a living. I am an escort."

Vivian gasped. "A what?"

"You heard me, Vivian. The customers I service are men who pay me well for what I do."

Vivian was shocked into silence. She couldn't believe that her soft-spoken, well-mannered, decent friend was a hooker.

The same Cynthia that couldn't stand it when people used swear words around her. The same Cynthia went to church regularly and was even an active member of the youth fellowship on campus. This was so unbelievable!

"I can almost see the wheels turning inside your head and I understand your surprise," said Cynthia calmly.

"But you wanted to know how I make money and I needed to tell you the truth from the get-go. That way, you don't start having any false hopes," she added.

"To be honest, I'm shocked," Vivian admitted. "You don't look like a prostitute."

"Escort," Cynthia corrected her firmly.

"What's the difference?"

"Prostitutes are those raggedy dressed urchins that stand by the roadside at night, waiting to be picked up by random men. An escort is a lady who has a list of high-profile clients that she meets with on an appointment-only basis.

"An escort can even travel abroad to meet with a client if needed. Does that sound like the same thing those girls on the streets do?"

Vivian shook her head slowly. She was mystified by this straightforward explanation that Cynthia had given her.

When explained like this, the whole escort thing didn't sound so bad. Besides, if she was honest with herself, she'd admit that she had always admired Cynthia's composure.

Vivian liked how her friend spoke so eloquently and carried herself with so much dignity. Cynthia's school fees, house rent, and other bills were always paid on time.

Her house was always loaded with food. She had the choicest pick in clothes, shoes, and handbags – some of which were even original designer pieces.

Vivian had naively assumed that her friend was able to afford all that luxury from her generous salary as a part-time customer service staff in whichever company she worked at.

"So?" Cynthia asked, breaking into Vivian's thoughts. "Are you interested, or do you still think sleeping with men to make cool cash is disgusting?"

Vivian checked her makeup and hair for the last time in front of the floor-length mirror in Cynthia's bedroom. Her chocolate skin glowed due to the body oil she'd generously applied after a quick shower.

Her friend had loaned her a sexy cyan jumpsuit with a semi-sweetheart neckline. It hugged her body perfectly, showing off her impressive figure.

"Are you ready?" Cynthia asked, poking her head into the room from the doorway.

"Sure," Vivian replied. "Let's go."

Cynthia adjusted her bright red bodycon dress that seemed to be glued to her caramel skin. The two friends were physical opposites of each other.

While Vivian was tall and slim like a runway model, Cynthia was short and a bit on the plump side. Both of them were 22 years old juniors at UCLA.

Twenty minutes later, they were sitting in Momma D's living room in her lavish home in the suburbs of L.A.

It was nearly 4 p.m. and the ladies were eager to get things rolling, especially Vivian. She was curious about this new world she was about to enter.

Momma D walked into the room with an invincible cloud of expensive perfumes following her. She was a plump middle-aged woman with glowing caramel skin and a smiley face.

She was dressed like an African politician's wife in her extravagantly adorned oxblood kaftan. She wore a gold bejeweled turban that covered her hair.

The woman was dripping in an assortment of gold jewelry and her makeup was flawless, giving her a doll-like look. Her olive skin and exotic facial features revealed her Middle Eastern origins.

"Welcome, Cynthia," she said warmly. "Sorry, I kept you ladies waiting. I was on the phone with a client."

"No problem," Cynthia said with a smile.

"Is this your friend that you told me about?" Momma D asked, looking at Vivian.

"Yes, this is Vivian."

"Your eyes are stunning," Momma D said to Vivian.

"Thank you," she replied with a smile.

"I have already told her how things work here," Cynthia cut in.

"Good," Momma D smiled brightly. "Stand up, Vivian. Let me have a good look at you."

Vivian obeyed immediately. She wasn't a shy person, but she felt self-conscious when Momma D continued to study her as if she was an alien from outer space.

"Walk across the room and then return to your seat," Momma D instructed her.

Vivian did as she was told. She couldn't help but notice how the older woman's eyes followed her as she walked. When she returned to her seat, she saw Momma D nodding her head in approval.

"She'll do," Momma D told Cynthia.

To Vivian, she said, "I believe your friend has explained the basics to you, so I'll just give you a quick recap. I am the matron in charge here; I supply you with your clients and your job is to impress them, get some good cash and pay me my dues."

Vivian nodded in understanding.

"Normally, you are to pay me ten percent of everything you make," Momma D continued, "but being that you're a newbie, I'm taking 20% off your first pay."

Vivian cleared her throat nervously. "May I ask why?"

Momma D smiled. "Of course, you may. The additional ten percent covers your registration fee and NDA signing."

"NDA signing?"

"Non-disclosure agreement. It will be drafted by my lawyer and you must sign it before you get your first client. Don't worry, it's nothing too serious. It's just me making sure that you won't leave here and start running your mouth about my business. Our clients are very important people, so we can't take the risk of having them exposed by loose lips. Do you understand, Vivian?"

She did and nodded her head in response.

"Excellent," Momma D said with a grin. "I'll have my lawyer bring the papers shortly. In the meantime, why don't we go to the garden for some snacks and drinks?"

"Of course," Cynthia said politely.

As they snacked in Momma D's garden a few minutes later, a dashing young man showed up. He was holding a large brown envelope.

The man was smartly dressed in casual clothing and his black shoes gleamed in the sunlight as he walked. When he took off his sunglasses, he smiled first at Vivian before focusing his charm on the other women.

"Fabian!" Momma D exclaimed excitedly. "Welcome, dear. Please, have a seat."

"Thank you, MD," he replied with a wink and pecked one of her round cheeks. "Hello, ladies."

"Hello Fabian," Chichi replied.

"Hi," Vivian said.

"This is my lawyer," Momma D explained to Vivian. "He has brought the NDA for you to sign. Are you ready?"

Vivian glanced nervously at Cynthia who nodded at her encouragingly.

"Yes," she said at last.

"Great!" Momma D exclaimed. Her mood had suddenly elevated since Fabian showed up.

Vivian quickly read the two-page document which simply explained what Momma D had said earlier in legal terms.

She was not to speak about the job or disclose the identity of her clients to anyone. If she did, she'd have to pay Momma D the sum of $20,000 in damages or risk being sued for breach of contract.

Also, she was mandated to remit 10% of her gross earnings to Momma D after every job she did. She signed the document with a shaky hand, hoping that she wasn't making a huge mistake with her life.

"Now that we have finally gotten that out of the way, I can now officially welcome you to the family," Momma D said.

"I am about to give you the key to open the doors to the life of your dreams, Vivian," she added confidently. "This may not be the easiest job to do, but it is extremely profitable if you do it passionately."

"That's true," Fabian agreed with a grin. "It's the passion that makes all the difference."

He got a playful jab in the ribs from Momma D in response. "Naughty boy," she said with a girly giggle.

Vivian could tell that the relationship between these two wasn't just professional but intimate too. She could feel the sexual vibe crackling between them like electricity.

"Without further ado, let's send you to your first client, Vivian," Momma D said. "Are you ready?"

"Yes," Vivian nodded. All she had to do was to sleep with some rich guy and make sure he had a good time, right? How hard could it be?

Vivian had never been to a five-star hotel before. This one was modeled like a cruise ship with opulent furnishings and decorations.

The place glowed and glistened like something out of a fairytale movie. She went to the reception desk to introduce herself and tell the receptionist who she'd come to see.

A few minutes later, she was in the elevator, on her way to the penthouse suite to meet her first client. Vivian tried her best to compose herself, but she felt a mixture of apprehension and excitement as the elevator climbed higher.

She'd hoped to begin her journey into high-end prostitution with Cynthia by her side, but her friend had been sent to a client on the other side of town.

The elevator dinged as it stopped and opened its doors into the penthouse. Vivian tentatively stepped in and looked around cautiously. The place was tastefully furnished and brightly lit.

"Hello!" She called out when she noticed that there was nobody in the living area.

A tall Hispanic man dressed in a black silk robe appeared from an inner room. "Hey, you must be Celia," he said with a wide smile.

He held a bottle of wine in one hand and a half-full glass in the other.

"Yes, I'm Celia," Vivian said, using her fake name.

Momma D had told her that it was important to have an alias in this business because it wasn't wise to let your clients know your real name.

"Welcome, welcome, my dear," the man said with an accent. He seemed a bit drunk, and Vivian secretly hoped that he was too drunk to get it up.

"What a beauty you are!" He exclaimed cheerfully.

"Thank you," she smiled.

"Come on in," he beckoned her. "Want a drink? My friend will join us in a minute."

"Your friend?"

"Yes. He's in the bathroom but he'll be here soon. Come sit down."

Vivian was confused. "Why is your friend joining us?"

The man sipped his drink before sitting on the plush white sofa in the middle of the room. "Didn't your contact tell you? You're here to fuck me and my friend."

Vivian winced when she heard the F-word. "There must be a mistake somewhere. My contact told me I was here for a client. Not two clients."

The man shrugged. "You were misinformed, my dear. I told MD that I needed a girl for me and my friend. Maybe you should call her and ask."

Vivian didn't like where the conversation was going. She didn't want to complain about her first assignment even though it was clear that Momma D had played a clever trick on her.

She wondered if she would be paid double if she agreed to sleep with the two men or if she should stick to the original fee. Cynthia had given her a crash course in negotiating payment with clients.

The clients could choose to negotiate with Momma D if they wanted. However, some preferred a face-to-face negotiation with the escorts.

There's no harm in asking, Vivian thought.

"How much am I getting for doing you two?" She asked.

The man smiled. "Now you're talking," he said. "I'll give you three grand for both of us."

"Make it four," Vivian said impulsively.

"Four grand for what?" The man laughed. "I'm already very generous with you, as it is."

"Four grand or no deal," Vivian insisted.

She didn't have to do this if she didn't want to. Momma D could easily get her another client. Besides, she never asked to be sent to a client who wanted a threesome. That was enough reason for her to turn down this crazy offer.

"Ok, fine. Four grand is cool, but you better be worth it," he said.

Vivian was speechless. Four thousand dollars for one night of sex? She quickly did a mental calculation of how many things she could do with all that money.

If she got this kind of cash three to four times a week, she could be a millionaire within months! It was mind-blowing and strangely exciting!

"Hey, B! Come on out, man," the man called out to his friend. "So, you gonna drink now or what?" He asked her.

The other man came out of the inner room and Vivian was surprised to see that he was African. The man was tall, well-built, and good-looking.

Just like his friend, he too wore a silk robe and a flirty smile on his face to match.

"Hello young lady," he greeted in a heavy African accent that Vivian couldn't place.

"Hi," she replied.

The African man said something in Spanish to his friend who nodded happily and laughed. To her, the Hispanic man said, "My friend says you are very beautiful."

"Thank you," Vivian said. She wished they could just start the whole damn thing and get it over with. Her nerves were a mess.

She'd never slept with two men at the same time before and she didn't know what to expect this time. These guys were giving subtle creepy vibes.

"Would you like to eat something first?" The African man asked her.

Vivian shook her head. "No, I'm fine."

Her belly was in a knot, so there was no way she could eat right now. Plus she wasn't even hungry.

"A drink then?" He insisted.

"No," she refused. She wanted to do this with a clear head.

"Come on, girl. Loosen up! We don't bite," the cheerful Hispanic said. "You're here to have fun. Why are you so serious?"

He was right. This guy was about to pay her the hugest sum of money she'd ever made in a single day. There was no point acting like she was being forced to be there.

She might as well have a good time while making some sweet cash. She shrugged and said ok. The African guy brought her a glass so that she could pour herself a drink from the bottle of wine that the Hispanic man had been holding.

"Do you want your money now or after we're done?" He asked her.

"Now, please," she said.

Momma D said to always get her money upfront to avoid cock and bull stories later, although most clients weren't like that. Some may even add a little extra if they were impressed with your performance.

The Hispanic put his hand in his robe pocket and brought out some dollar bills which he counted before handing them to Vivian. She counted them quickly, then tucked everything into her purse.

I'm on my way to becoming a millionaire! She thought happily.

Tiara sipped her drink and found it quite delicious. She'd expected it to be tangy or sour like most red wines that she'd tasted before, but this one was different.

She took a few more sips, and then eventually gulped everything. It was that good!

"Whoa! Slow down, lady," the Hispanic laughed. "You might choke on your drink if you gulp it like that. Want more?"

"Sure," she replied with a grin. The drink had loosened her nerves and she felt more confident now.

The other guy sat beside his friend and watched the exchange between Vivian and his pal with a smile. He seemed to be enjoying the scene even though he wasn't participating.

After her second glass of wine, Tiara started to feel a little tipsy which was odd. She wasn't a heavy drinker, but she knew it took more than two glasses of wine to get her drunk.

The Hispanic asked if she wanted more wine and she said no, even though she was craving more of it. She felt her body grow warm and she began to feel horny.

"Wanna take your clothes off?" The Hispanic asked her suggestively.

Her limbs felt heavy as she tried to undress. She knew it wasn't just the wine that was messing with her body – these guys had drugged her!

"What did you put in my drink?" She asked them.

"A little something to help you relax and enjoy the ride," the African said with a grin.

He came beside her and gently undressed her as if he was unwrapping a gift. As he did that, his friend took off his robe to reveal his nakedness.

His cock was already erect and throbbing. He began to stroke himself slowly while watching Vivian's unveiling.

Once she was fully naked, the African carried her into the other room, which was a luxurious bedroom with a king-sized bed. He laid her on the bed and took off his robe. Like his friend, he too was naked underneath the silk apparel.

The Hispanic joined Vivian on the bed and pushed his large dick into her mouth. "Suck it, baby," he growled.

He grabbed one of her boobs and began to knead it as she started to suck him. "Yeah..." he moaned in response.

The other guy put his head between her legs, and he began to lick her clit while stroking his big black dick. Vivian who was lying spread-eagled on the bed, opened her legs wider to enjoy the delicious treat she was getting from both men.

When her orgasms came, they were strong and electrifying. The African grabbed a condom from the nightstand, wore it quickly, and rammed into her like an angry bull.

His thrusts were fast and hard, and Vivian loved it. The Hispanic pulled his dick out of her mouth and started to suck her nipples one after the other as if his life depended on them.

Vivian was in paradise! Not even in her wildest fantasies had she believed this kind of pleasure was possible. She wondered if she would ever enjoy having sex with only one man at a time again because this right here was the best experience she'd ever had between the sheets.

After what seemed like forever, the African dude finally came with convulsive orgasms. He got off her and walked over to the fridge in the room to grab a bottle of water to drink.

The Hispanic guy flipped her over and started to play with her butt hole. Vivian felt a moment of apprehension because she'd had anal sex once and it wasn't nice.

The guy pulled out a small bottle of lube from the bedside drawer and applied some of it on her before wearing a condom. By now, the other guy had joined them in bed and had started playing with Vivian's titties.

She didn't know whether it was the drug working or not, but when the Hispanic entered her from behind, she didn't feel any pain. All she felt was such pleasure and more pleasure with each thrust.

Vivian heard herself moaning loudly and she almost couldn't believe those wild noises were coming from her. She was swimming in a sea of unbelievable levels of ecstasy!

The African guy wore a fresh condom on his now rigid cock and slipped himself beneath her. While his friend was pounding her ass furiously, he slid his dick into her and matched the rhythm coming from the top.

Vivian had both guys inside her from behind and in front – it was pure heaven and she was having the time of her life. They continued to fuck her for several minutes, and she thought she might die from the pleasure.

By the time the two guys came inside her, she was completely worn out and unable to speak. The three of them piled into the shower stall afterward for a quick rinse before they returned to the room.

The African ordered room service which was a generous platter of seafood salad with a bowl of spicy dressing and lots of French fries. They ate heartily and drank more wine.

After the meal, it was time to fuck again. This time, the guys took turns using her repeatedly, till everyone was exhausted.

They fell asleep together on the bed as dusk slowly transformed into dawn outside.