Chapter 1
Sebastian
My dick pounds in and out like a warrior trying to win a battle. I’ve been at this for forty five minutes. I don’t know what my problem is. Maybe it’s the fact that this pussy is getting drier than the Sahara desert, or maybe it’s just that I’ve fucked it more than one time so it’s lost any luster.
Actually, I think the bigger problem is, I’ve fucked pretty much everyone in the city more than one time. Maybe I need to find something new.
“Ouch Sebastian, it’s starting to hurt. Do you think you’re gonna finish sometime soon?”
That annoying line from Veronica pierces my ears. First off, it’s ‘sir’, I growl in my head. Or ‘Mr. Bolt’ would also work. “Well, if your pussy wasn’t dried up like a raisin, maybe I could get off,” I say, seeing how Veronica flinches as I pull out.
“Don’t move a muscle Veronica. I’m using your ass tonight”. I see her tense slightly as I grab the lube from the top shelf of my nightstand and unceremoniously squirt it on her ass.
This one doesn’t need any prepping, she's already been used and passed around by most of the men I know around town. She’s nothing special but she’s good for a quick fuck when you’re in the mood and she doesn’t usually complain. Her blow job game isn’t strong though, which is why I usually have to finish in her ass.
Twenty minutes later and the champ finally scores his touchdown.
“Don’t get comfortable Veronica. There’s an Uber waiting for you downstairs,” I say as she starts to lie down. She glares at me, but starts getting dressed anyway.
I know her type. They want to be the best I’ve ever had. If you want to be the one to change me , Mr. Playboy of Bolt Corporation, it’s not going to work. It never works for them, but they keep on trying and I keep on letting them.
I called Uber over an hour ago when she first got to my place. I have Ben personally on speed dial, and he doesn’t mind waiting for me. He doesn’t ask any questions and I pay him triple the amount he would usually charge.
I know what most think, that I’m a total prick. But trust me, Veronica left satisfied. I always make sure they leave satisfied. That's why they keep coming back for more. I’m a dick, but I’m also the ultimate package; good looking, rich, influential, and the CEO of one of the biggest law corporations in the city, probably even in the states. So a little confidence seems warranted .
I have a little help running the business with a few of my buddies from back in college. I handle everything corporate law with the help of my head partner Xavier. We are probably the closest. Well, as close as two guys with personality issues can be. At least he can turn his asshole-ness off sometimes, unlike me.
The twins, Jonathan and Jamison, take care of the small civil side. They seem to have a knack for it, or maybe they just love the fact that it gets them extra ass on the side. They also had a fucked up childhood so maybe it’s a coping mechanism. Either way, they are fucking fantastic so I don’t complain.
Then there’s Andre. He takes care of my international dealings. His family is Mafia and he’s next in line to take over. That is, once his father decides to actually step down. He spends a good deal of time traveling between the states and Italy.
The five of us were inseparable in college and ran through probably every girl not only in our college town but the next three towns over. When it comes to me and my buddies, nobody can say no. I’m starting to think that maybe that’s part of my problem. Maybe I’m just so used to being told ‘yes’ that a little fight here and there would wake me up.
I don’t need a real fight when I say that. I like my victims willing, even begging. But a little act of defiance also wouldn’t hurt. It’s no fun to play cat and mouse when the mouse just sits there with the cheese, like bait ready for the taking. I need a mouse who wants to run through the maze, who wants to try to find escape knowing that in the end, she’ll never escape me.
When I step out of the shower, I see my latest conquest is gone.
“Thank God,”I mutter to myself. Now I can get a peaceful night's sleep without worrying about somebody curled around me. I know each girl secretly wishes I would let her stay but it's never going to happen. I rip the sheets off in preparation for changing them and glance at the clock. It's definitely time to hit the sack. Tomorrow is a big day with our new interns starting. Hopefully this bunch will be smarter than the last few we’ve had. It makes me wonder how the fuck half of these people even graduate.
With fresh sheets I lie down, not even bothering to put clothes on. My head hits the pillow and within minutes I’m out.