Chapter 5.
For Brian, the lunch was a revelation, a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure that transcended his old world.
He was eating the best burger he had ever tasted in his life…
a thick, juicy patty, perfectly cooked, a slice of sharp cheddar cheese melted over it, and a crisp, fresh bun.
But the taste, as magnificent as it was, was only half of the experience.
As he was eating, Dominique was under the table, a secret, sensual presence.
He could feel her lips, warm and wet, on his cock, a rhythmic, demanding pull that was sending shivers of pleasure through him.
She moaned, a soft, muffled sound that only he could hear, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
He could barely eat, the sensation of her mouth on him a constant, arousing distraction.
He reached down, his fingers finding her hair, and he held on, his body a tight, convulsive mass of pure lust. She was an expert, a master of her craft, and he was completely at her mercy.
He had just finished his burger and was about to take a bite of a French fry when he felt a familiar, delightful pressure.
He had no control, no say in the matter.
His orgasm was a sudden, violent eruption, his cum a hot, pulsing river of satisfaction.
She swallowed every drop, her body a tight, demanding presence under the table.
When she was done, she put his cock away again and, with a soft, confident smile, climbed out from under the table.
Holly and Constance were sitting right beside him, their faces a mixture of amusement and pure, unadulterated delight.
The fact that Brian could be so consistently surprised by his new lifestyle, a life of endless pleasure and power, amused them to no end.
Dominique, her smile a beautiful, radiant expression, leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Tomorrow, please visit me in the kitchen. There are other pleasures you can have, not just my mouth," she whispered, her words a promise of a new, intimate world.
Brian swallowed the bite of his fry in his mouth and looked into her eyes, a mixture of awe and desire in his own. "I will," he whispered, his voice a low, gravelly sound.
He noticed that Constance was actually putting it on his calendar, her fingers flying across her tablet.
She smiled, a soft, professional look on her face.
"Making sure your appointments don't overlap," she said.
She looked at Dominique, her eyes a silent, knowing question. "I gave you forty-five minutes."
Dominique smiled, a slow, sensual curve of her lips. "Thank you." She then turned and left, her movements a fluid, graceful dance, her presence a phantom sensation in the room.
Holly smiled. "Don't tell Anita about this," she whispered, her voice a low, confidential murmur. "She still doesn't know Ty fucked her." Brian nodded, the words a silent promise. He took another bite of the fries, the taste a beautiful, delicious memory of a life he had never thought possible.
"So, after lunch, you have to pick a head of security," Constance said, her voice turning to business.
"I do suggest you do not fuck her if you choose a female security officer.
Her charge, you, have to be the focus. She will need to focus on keeping you safe, not on when is the next time you fuck her.
" Brian nodded. The logic was sound. He was now a target, and he needed a professional, someone who would put his safety above all else.
"And where are these candidates?" he asked.
"On the ninety-eighth floor," Holly said, a playful glimmer in her eyes.
"Since you want to redo that floor for the girls' apartments, I figured we would have them go over that floor, and as part of the decision, they can point out holes in the security.
" Brian nodded again. They were not just his assistants; they were his advisors, his confidantes, his partners in this new, bewildering world.
His life had changed forever, and he would fucking try to be the king of it all.
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Brian stood on the ninety-eighth floor, the space a barren landscape of concrete and exposed wiring.
He was in his element, a newly billionaire on the brink of building his empire.
He had already dealt with the first security candidate, a man who saw his new life as a problem to be solved, not a world to be created.
"Mr. Thomson… there is no reason for this to be open with a staircase up to your own residence…" the older man said, his voice a condescending drone. "These girls, as you say, will live here, are just more to worry about getting to you and leave a whole other point of a breach we have to cover."
Brian smirked, a dangerous, confident look. "There is a reason for that," he said, his voice low and calm. "I want the girls to have access to my residence... for when I call upon them."
The man's face hardened, his lips a thin, disapproving line. "Sir, I cannot condone that. If I am to run your security, everyone entering your residence will be subjected to a search."
Brian shook his head, a gesture of quiet, final dismissal. "I will remind you that if I wanted all one hundred floors in this tower connected by an open stairwell, I would install that, and it is my choice."
"Not if you want my security," the older man interrupted, his voice a triumphant, arrogant retort.
Brian growled. Even when he was a poor man, he hated to be interrupted.
Now, however, he didn't have to take it.
"Furthermore," the man started, his voice a drone of self-importance.
Brian turned and walked away, his back a straight, unapologetic line.
"Mr. Thomson, I was still talking," the man called after him.
Brian stopped, turned, and looked at him, a cold, hard glint in his eyes. "You're done," he said. The words were not a suggestion; they were a final, definitive judgment. He then turned and headed for the next security candidate.
The older man looked at his backside, a look of stunned disbelief on his face. "Please see yourself out," Constance said, her voice a low, calm command. She then turned and followed Brian, a silent queen to her king.
"Mr. Thomson, this is Miss Kano," Holly said, her voice a professional, confident introduction. "Gloria Kano. Her father owns Kano Security. They run one of the most successful security firms in Las Vegas, providing security for nine of the casinos there."
Brian shook the young woman's hand, and he had to remind himself that this was not one of the girls he would fuck.
She was fucking beautiful, a raw, primal beauty that was both alluring and intimidating.
Her body was a brick house… toned, muscular, a testament to years of training and discipline.
Her arms were the size of his thighs, and her muscles were a tight, hard testament to her strength.
But her eyes, a deep, intelligent brown, were filled with a calm, quiet confidence.
"Mr. Thomson, my father has asked me to attend here and ask you to consider us to provide your security," she said, her voice a low, melodic sound that was both respectful and commanding.
"He has also added that I should mention that it will be me that runs the day-to-day operation for your security from Las Vegas should you choose us.
" She smiled. "I understand that there will be in the range of ten to fifteen women living on this floor, and they will be…
very personally attached to your staff." She kept the true meaning of that out of it, a silent, knowing understanding passing between them.
Brian nodded. "And am I to assume that these girls will be chosen by you?" she asked.
He smiled and nodded. "Yes. Anyone I wish this close to me will most definitely be chosen by me."
"Now, I understand you want twenty-four/seven security, and you would require absolute secrecy as to your activities here."
He smirked and nodded. "What is seen or heard here is not to leave these floors."
She smiled and nodded. "And you wish for female security?" she asked.
Brian shook his head. "No. Female or male does not matter. What matters is the discretion and the safety of me and everyone else here in my residence."
She nodded, a look of genuine respect on her face. "How many would you require?"
Brian looked at Constance and Holly, his trusted advisors.
They had worked here before he even knew of this place, and their knowledge was a priceless commodity.
"Nine on, at all times, on a rotation," Constance said.
"Six-hour shifts, four teams. That is for the penthouse.
And then always a forwarding team for when Mr. Thomson desires to go somewhere. "
Gloria smiled. "Forty. That is durable. And for personal protection?"
Constance looked at Brian. "A pretty woman dressed for occasions. She will look like she is part of his personal team, like an assistant, but she will be armed and ready at all times to protect him."
Gloria smiled and nodded. "I know the right one for that." She made some notes on her tablet.
"And I want you to be the head of this security team, here on site." Brian said.
Gloria looked up at him, a flash of surprise in her eyes. "Sir?"
He smiled. "You look like you know what you are doing. And you have a direct connection to the head of this security company, seeing that your father runs and owns it. So it is one of my only requirements."
Gloria nodded. "That, sir, is up to my father."
Brian shook his head. "No, Miss Kano. If he wants this contract, that is up to me." He turned and smiled at Holly. "Miss Mann, please iron out the details and let me know if I need to continue looking for a security team."
He then started to walk away, leaving Holly smiling proudly at the fact that he took charge. Constance followed him, also smiling, and Gloria was stunned. She turned toward Holly. "He was serious?" she whispered.