The Billionaire's Dilemma

Two

"Jayden..." Mila said shakily as she propped herself up from the kitchen table, naked, scuffling desperately for her clothes. She clearly had nothing to say to Jayden in such a horrendously lecherous state. The tall young, obviously handsome guy she'd been with, had his back turned on Jayden as he tried to get some clothes on.

With the imminent shock and disbelief that beclouded Jayden, he slowly backed up, dropping the bouquet that he had held in his left hand. He took out the little ring box in his breast pocket and threw it to the floor as he turned to leave.

Even in the heat of the moment, he noticed the two heads of his instrumentalist cohorts peeking in on the entire scene, but he couldn't care less. If it had been possible, he would have loved to have a larger audience to witness her shameful act.

Was that all it had been all about? Had she set up the entire meeting with her dad just to have this time out with this guy?

“Oh men,” Alex said his first words of the evening, in quite an emotionless tone. "This must be way too horrible for anyone to bear." His comments denoted neither sympathy nor sarcasm.

Jayden walked out of the house in a rapid pace, with his two cohorts, out of the figurative crime scene, into the cool and quiet of the night. Jayden suddenly came to a stop on front of his car as though he'd suddenly remembered something he'd left behind inside the building.

"You'll be fine." Grant's words of consolation and positivity were not able to do much against the gloomy cloud of sour emotions that hovered over Jayden. The unbelievable had just happened and it was going to take more than some peo talk to heal the mortal wound that his soul had just received.

"Let's go." Jayden said, in a low tone. He couldn't cry, but he couldn't pretend not to be hurt either. He wondered how he was going to get through the rest of his already ruined night.

The two men got into the car as Jayden slowly walked to the door to the driver's seat. He opened the door, say and furiously slammed the door. He'd wished the glass on the door's window had shattered as a better representation of his rage at the moment. He opened the door again and tried shattering the glass this time but to no avail, and to his frustration.

A brief moment of silence in the vehicle followed as his cohorts watched, half in wonder as the broken part of Jayden's heart seemed to have taken some of his reasoning with it. A glance at the rare view mirror depicted their awful gazes at him, and it was enough to put him back on course. They took their eyes off, the moment he made eye contact.

With a hesitant attitude, Jayden turned the engine's key. As it revved, Grant strummed a few tunes on his guitar. Then he tried to follow it up with some sad melodies.

"Don't." Jayden said abruptly, as he steered the vehicle into motion. They were soon on the road, it was such a defeating night for Jayden. What was he going to say to his friends? And Mila's dad whom he had bonded with instantly? And his family? It was such a shameful story to tell, so he decided he'd let the story tell itself as best as it could.

"So we still get paid, right?" Alex asked, emotionlessly. He just didn't seem to get it. There was no response, "Right?"

............

The night seemed to proceed way too slowly. Jayden had his car parked by the side of a busy New York City street with zero idea of where to head next. He had dropped off the cohorts to his failed plan, after paying them off as they didn't seem to care whatever he was going through.

Calling his friends was something he wasn't ready for at the moment. Besides, he wasn't sure how they would react. He was at a loss about where to go to seek solace from the harsh reality that had dawned on him that evening.

Jayden peered into the night before him. He saw an array of neon-lit signboards, but one of them seemed to stand out from the rest. With that, his mind was impulsively made up. He started his car and made for the target.

In no time, he was standing at the entrance of a strip club. The neon lights beamed loudly in his face as he opened the glass door and walked in, a bit unsure of what his first time experience would be at such an unusual place. He just hoped that no one he knew would identify him.

He quickly made arrangements for the best spot in the place. His classical tuxedo dressing seemed to earn him some type of vague respect from the workers there. He said very little to them and they kept replying each time with "sir".

When he had been seated in a cozy corner in the club, when he began taking note of all the details of his immediate surroundings. The music proked incessantly as he beheld the unusually ecstatic nude strippers working their gracious way up and down the pole, enchanting their excited masculine audience with every move. Jayden wondered what exactly was happy about that evening till his wandering eyes caught the girl who was behind the excitement of the men.

He sipped chilled fruited tequila as he watched, almost in wonder at her moves, each seemed to be calculative and intentional in inciting a desired response from her audience. From his haphazard calculations, she was a few inches away from being six feet tall, her mulatto complexion couldn't be hidden by the shining lights that were on her. He wondered if the pitch black hair on her was hers or a wig, because she looked so damn good.

She had all her lady curves stuffed into a tight fishnet outfit which covered her entire body. The bulge of her breasts and her quite conspicuous ass seemed to stretch the seams of the net outfit to their utmost limits as they bounced uncontrollably as she moved her body with such an unexplainable dexterity.

Jayden was impressed by the way she stared people in the eye as she did her magic. Before they knew it, they were already lost in her charms. The absence of timidity in her moves depicted her experience in her expertise. She just knew the right buttons to push to get a certain type of response from her captivated audience.

After a couple of minutes, his mind was made up. "I want her," he said to the worker that he had called over. He hadn't had s*x in a while as Mila had told him that she'd been a virgin and would've loved it to stay that way till they tied the knot, another lie that he beat himself up for even believing. He'd ignored all her calls and ended up blocking her number and deleting it entirely. He intended to erase all their pictures by morning, but tried to get himself together at the moment.

"We have the highest bidder already." The man said, smiling deceitfully. "You don't want to be competing with the big boys."

"What's he bidding?" Jayden asked, he couldn't care less how much it was. The man clearly didn't know who he had been speaking with.

The man smirked, "A hundred and twenty grand. I don't think you can afford to blow that in one-"

"I'll give you five hundred." Jayden didn't care what else the shrewd looking man had to say. His smirk disappeared into an expression of shock. "And a little something for you, brother." His smile returned as he scurried away.

"Will be right back." He said loosely.

Jayden's ambush bid had gotten him not just the girl, but a cozy room with some food and drinks for the night. The club's manager himself had ushered him into the room.

"You know the rules," the manager said those last words as he left him to an open door. Jayden walked slowly into the room, carefully shutting the door behind him. On the unusually wide bed, he saw her lying seductively, still in her fishnet attire.

Taking off his tuxedo, he sat on the armchair beside the bed. It was obviously his first time doing this, but he was determined not to show it to his hostess.

An awkward silence lingered between them, which made it obvious that he didn't know what to do next. She finally broke the silence as she got up from the bed, and took a seat on the right of his upright laps.

"Your first time, isn't it?" She asked, to his amazement. Her intuition had him off guard. He inferred that her experience could have possibly come from her entertaining countless kinds of guests.

Jayden was determined not to sound amateur or nervous anyway. "Do you have rules against first timers?" He looked her in the eye as he spoke, trying to hide his wonder at her beauty.

"What if I do?" She replied, biting her lower lip as she smirked deceptively.

"Then I'll be the first to break it." Jayden said, putting his right arm around her waist, embracing all her tender softness.

She, in turn, put her left arm on his shoulder. "Hmmm...get on with the breaking then." All of her moves were made with a subtly obvious seductive intent.

His nostrils were soon saturated by her exquisite scent, but he didn't flinch a bit, he wished to remain in control of the situation. "You had the crowd tripping back there."

"I know." Of course she knew her craft. "I went easy on them tonight." She drove her body closer into him, her upright n****e brushing Jayden's lips slightly for a moment.

"You're too good for this, you know." He put his hand on her back as he brought her n*****s to himself again. He playfully caressed it with his tongue. He could feel the uprising of hormones within, then he stopped and glared into her smiling face.

"I know that too." She seemed like she was the type that couldn't be dazed with any comments and she had received them too often. She pressed her body forward into him again, her n*****s felt harder this time.

"I'll go easy if you tell me your name." Jayden's words surprised him. At those words, he wondered if it was the tequila or if he was still reeling from the events that had taken place earlier.

She smiled as she got up, "I've taken much worse than you can give. So why don't you shut it down and enjoy your night." After her audacious words, she threw herself into Jayden. She sat completely on him, but facing him this time, with their arms around him. A hot kiss followed.

Jayden wasn't in for some blind s*x, so he wouldn't heed her words. He wanted some thrill, or something more. He grabbed her by her ass as he spoke, "C'mon now." He kissed her as he drew her into himself. "As much as I want to rip these fishnets apart, I'd also like to get to know who this mystery figure was, that had the whole crowd tripping for her." He could tell he was pushing his luck farther than he was supposed to, but that was what he had made most of his living from.

"Why do you care so much?" She said as he went down to her breasts again. She slowly rocked back and forth on his lap as she could undoubtedly feel his rising erection more and more.

"I'm a CEO and I strive to learn from the best." He teased as he tugged and sucked, forcing a slight moan to escape her lips.

"Alright CEO," she said with a moan as she suffocated him with her comely chest bulges. "What do you want to know?"

Jayden, with his hands on her ass, tilted her upwards a bit as he pushed his fingers into more secret places in-between her plush thighs. He felt the slight vibration of her body, as he rubbed back and forth through the wetness his fingers felt. She periodically let out moans which grew successively louder as his rubbing intensified.

"What's your name?" He said, gasping in a slight romantic manner as he withdrew from her breasts, and returned to them as he was done speaking.

"Camille." She said through the moan. "It would be crazy if that's all you wanted to know, Mr CEO."

He took note of her smarts and her audacious words. She didn't cringe at the fact that he was the CEO. This made him want her even more. He stood, bearing her in his arms as he made for the bed.

Gently dropping her onto the overly soft mattress, he said, "I'm Jayden." He made for the buttons on his shirt, but realized they were already open. He had no idea when she had undone his buttons. Her subtle smarts were shown once again. He rapidly stripped himself, down to his briefs. He took notice of her eyes widening as they met the awkward protruding bulge in-between his laps.

"Nice meeting you Jayden," she said teasingly, her eyes still staring at the bulge.

He was soon on her. Like pieces of paper, he tore through the fishnets. They were lighter than he had thought they would be, and it gladdened his heart as he thought of the stress of working his way through fabric. He resumed kissing, but this time he was audacious enough to fill up the warmth between her thighs with his fingers. It was tighter than he'd expected it to be. Each move he made caused her to moan uncontrollably.

"You're a bad boy Jayden." She said through the incessant moans.

"I'll be fair enough to let you show me the bad girl you are," Jayden said with a smirk. The sour events of the evening were already far behind him. He was experiencing a thrill better than he'd felt in the last couple of months with Mila.

It had him questioning the point of falling in love. He'd turned off his phone to keep out all the voices that could have stopped him from coming to the strip club.

He lay on the bed, as he motioned for Camille to do the needful. He lay flat, a bit unsure of what to expect from her. Without warning, she sat on his face, blinding him partially from what was about to go on.

Soon a familiar warmth engulfed his erect protrusion. He was soon lost in an unfathomable bliss, as he could feel her tongue caressing radically. He returned the favour, as his tongue met a salty pool in-between her spread thighs. The dexterity of her back and forth movement didn't cease to amaze him.