Chapter 1 SHOW OFF

• I cast a sidelong
• glance at my date for tonight, Danner Winfield, a handsome hunk who drives
• every woman into wet dreams. There's not the slightest doubt in my mind that he
• wanted my company to show me off to his friends, he has a big fish on the hook.
• That's actually the case with many of my admirers, when they can't have real
• sex with me, they brag about our relationship.
• And I like to play
• the game along, knowing that at the end of the evening a breathtaking reward
• awaits me. Danner is my favorite sex partner, he masters the act to drive me to
• those heavenly orgasms. I hardly ever turn down any of his date invitations,
• which makes people guess whether I'm just his mistress or committed girlfriend.
• As we step into the expensively
• decorated ballroom, all heads turn in our direction. We are indeed a very
• striking couple, an incredible black-haired beauty on the arm of an athletic
• redhead. The jealous looks of aristocratic and famous women haunt me, but I
• flout all of it. They all know I am Loraine Windrug, the youngest self-made
• billionaire on this continent, more beautiful than miss universe, and crazy and
• free. I wrap any man I want around my finger, every married woman in this room
• is now terrified that I'll say just one word to her husband. But I live by my
• own code of ethics, married and engaged men are not my thing, I avoid all the
• drama that comes with dating these groups.
• Danner now possessively wraps his arm around
• my shoulders, with a soft smile on my lips I let him have his way, leaning
• intimately against his chest. I can already hear the gossip machines working
• overtime, the cameras on the mobile phones in overdrive. That's all people
• love, and the press is well represented, they knew in advance that I was coming
• here. I'm a hot item, always provide spicy gossip news.
• Danner and I are sure
• to make headlines with suggestive quotes in all the major tabloids tomorrow,
• perhaps with an ambiguous photo of us snuggling in each other's arms.
• Not that I care a bit. I am the most read
• influencer and the gossip editions about me are sold out before nightfall. So I
• am also a good financial hit for media outlets. But my own booming software
• company is also benefiting from all this media attention. This fame brought me
• hundreds of new clients and a steady growth to other states in America. Even so
• with Danner’s business.
• So double the
• benefit, I therefore don't feel guilty that I might be abusing my dates, since there
• is mutual share. I mainly like successful men and their business gets full
• publicity after our escapades. A bonus to that comes at the end of the night
• when we delve into an intense intimate pleasure. That's the only condition I
• put on my dates to use me for their business marketing.
• Maybe that's why none of them complain that
• they can never have the real physical adventure with me. Our actions are
• limited to seductive oral sex, which still gives us the ultimate satisfaction.
• I never go for that to a house, hotel or other enclosed space. My preference is
• for daring sex in nature, by the pool or in the sauna, just to name a few of my
• most coveted places.
• And Danner is my best man, he understands my
• needs perfectly, he's just as much of a freak as I am. Sometimes I suspect him
• of being gay and using me as a cover-up. I don't care about that either, as
• long as I get what I want from him.
• Warmly embraced we walk to the buffet. I'm a
• real foodie, there's very little I don't like to eat. Danner fills a plate for
• me and we head to a free table. "Are you comfortable, honey? The seats are
• a little uneasy, but that makes up for the delicious food. It's like, eat
• around and forget the rest," he jokes.
• When we are having a
• great time, I see a man sauntering towards us with a glass of whisky in his
• hand. When I take a closer look at him, I remember him as Alex, an ex-lover. A
• few months ago, I went on a date with him, and he still has a hangover from
• that day. His sex was worthless, he was terribly nervous to have a famous woman
• like me in his arms and couldn’t deliver.
• "Alex, how are you? It's been a long time
• since I last saw you. Come sit with us please," I invite him to our table.
• He responds immediately, pulls a chair back and takes a seat.
• Danner and Alex are
• acquaintances, they attended Harvard together.
• But the tension between the two is almost
• palpable, as they stare at each other like rivals. "Danner, shall we spend
• the evening together, the three of us?". I now turn to my date, a creamy
• idea taking root in me.
• Look, Alex could really use some on-hand
• lessons, just in case he needs to fill in someday. And   I'm so ready for a threesome tonight. Danner
• doesn't disappoint me, he sees through my plan but isn't really excited about
• the idea.
• Alex tosses back the
• remaining alcohol in his glass and stares at me. It's slowly dawning on him
• what my intention is. Clearing his throat in the familiar nervousness, he
• silently stares at his former college mate. 
• Danner needs some time to adjust to the plan, but in the end he takes no
• chances and reluctantly agrees.
• My body is shivering in anticipation of what I
• will come at the end of this evening, I can already feel my juices leaking onto
• my panties. My burning nipples are erect, waiting for the lips of these men to
• cool them down. Whose idea was it in the first place to end this ball in the
• morning hours? I'm so damn horny!!