Chapter One
Present Time
Red Light District, Amsterdam
Fondly nicknamed RLD by its patrons, the area was richly steeped in history, as evinced by the historic buildings and churches ironically located in proximity of sex shops and adult theaters.
And yet, despite being the subject of countless documentaries and having every street painted with promises of sexual decadence and euphoria, the city was somehow able to maintain its intoxicating air of mystery.
Its allure was as lurid as it was timeless, and those who understood this were certainly poised to earn a lot of money.
Case in point being his favorite tour guide, Jaak de Konigh mused.
She was still a few meters away, but he recognized her easily. Her long brown hair was tied back in a severe bun, and the sight had the Dutch billionaire actually fighting the urge to free her locks from its confines.
And it was quite a familiar urge, Jaak acknowledged to himself. He remembered feeling exactly the same way when he met her months ago for the first time, remembered spending a full five minutes imagining how her hair would look cascading down her back.
It spoke a lot to just how much he found her attractive, considering how he needed much less time to make a woman come – or break her heart.
When she reached him and the rest of her tour group, a slack-jawed silence fell over the other men, a reaction that the billionaire could perfectly understand. Her hair might
be her crowning glory, but the rest of her features were just as divine. Her oval face was fine-boned, dominated by big brown eyes that seemed to issue a challenge to every hot-blooded male her gaze came into contact with.
Seduce me.
Fuck me.
Taint me.
And then there were her lips, so full and lush that just the thought of them wrapped around one’s cock could probably have prepubescent boys cumming in their pants.
Beautiful didn’t cover it, really, the billionaire mused, but what truly made her every man’s sexual fantasy come to life was her body.
Her hourglass figure was a throwback to an era when women unashamedly celebrated their curves, and tonight’s outfit certainly served to showcase her abundant breasts and generous hips.
Her long-sleeved blouse, albeit primly buttoned all the way to her neck, was also incredibly tight, the fabric straining across her chest and looking like the buttons were fit to burst any moment.
Her tight, black A-line skirt was no better – or worse, depending on how one looked at it – the hemline falling well below her knees but with a slit at the back promising a glimpse of her underwear. ..if one was lucky.
The look was completed with crimson stilettos and a pair of black, wide-rimmed glasses.
He sized up the rest of his group – brash, heavy-smoking businessmen from Shanghai, mostly middle-aged – and knew exactly why they had requested their tour guide to come dressed like a strict teacher with a naughty little secret.
Bullies on the outside, the billionaire concluded idly, and masochistic Mama’s boys on the inside.
“Good evening, boys.” Her accent was thicker than usual, and she planted her hands on her hips as she spoke, the position causing her to thrust her breasts forward.
An audible gulp could be heard from the other men of his tour group, and he wouldn’t put it past them to silently pray for the woman’s blouse to burst open.
“Is it everyone’s first time to come to RLD?”
When the other men started speaking at the same time, her lips pursed in disapproval, and everyone shut up.
Something about the way she acted was familiar, but the billionaire couldn’t quite place where he had seen the same gesture before.
“For tonight’s tour, I expect all of you to behave. Because if you don’t—-” Her brown eyes narrowed behind her large glasses. “I’m going to be very, very mad – and then I’ll have no choice but to punish you.”
As the Chinese businessmen tripped all over their words in their haste to assure her of their good behavior, realization dawned on the Dutch billionaire. If he wasn’t mistaken, her every word and gesture was patterned after vintage teacher-student porn films——
Cheeky little minx. He almost, almost laughed, and he probably would have if they hadn’t moved on to the next stop. She launched into her next spiel.
While the other men in his group constantly fought over the right to stand next to her, the billionaire deliberately remained at the back, content to savor the way her seductive voice caressed his ears.
When they stopped in front of a sex window, she wagged a finger at the group, saying, “Now, boys, it’s very, very rude if you knock on all the windows when you have no intention of hiring the nice girls behind them.”
“Time is a commodity for our sex workers, so we must respect their time.” More finger wagging, but she also wetted her lips at the same time to soften the blow.
The strategy proved effective, with everyone’s heads bobbing dutifully.
He had to admit he found the sight just as stirring, and he would probably be as secretly aroused as the others as well if not for one thing—-
The way she had wetted her lips was too exaggerated, and instead of looking seductive as her tongue came to lick her lips, she had looked like – for the first second or two – she was sticking her tongue out as an expression of disgust.
It had him discreetly coughing this time, the only way to cover his amusement. He had a feeling the ploy was inspired by yet another scene straight out of a porn flick.
“If all you want is a little bit of visual pleasure, then please consider going to a peep show. It’s only a few euros for two minutes, and if that’s not enough, then there’s also an adult theater where you can watch from thirty minutes to an hour. Nin ming bai ma?”
The Chinese businessmen laughed and clapped their hands at her fluent delivery, all of them looking fit to kiss her feet.
When the tour officially ended, the men asked to have their photographs taken with her, to which she haughtily agreed, still very much in character. She posed gamely and patiently with the Chinese businessmen one at a time, striking one different pose after another.
“Group picture,” one of the businessmen yelled.
Everyone cheered and scrambled to crowd towards their tour guide.
The Dutch billionaire stepped forward, murmuring affably, “Let me take the picture.”
“Thank you.”
“Xie xie.”
“You are so very kind.”
The billionaire only smiled as he took the iPhone offered to him and counted one to three before clicking on the camera button on the screen. He wasn’t being kind. If anything, he was being generous because he knew after this tour—-
She was his.