Looking for a Bride

01 - Tommáz Walker

Tommáz Walker

I turned my chair towards the large glass wall that occupied the entire room on the top floor of the Walker Corporation, finally my father Noah was leaving the company under my command, even though he said it was just a bet, I love my parents and I know that he trusts me, but I'm still not ready to do what they want most.

That I get married!

Not that I don't believe in the institution of marriage, because I see that those around me have worked out very well, looking at my parents and my aunt and uncle Mike and Emma, they are all extremely happy in their marriages.

But I love my life, having a different p***y every night, and I don't want or plan to get stuck in just one any time soon. I can't see myself living the life of a man with just one woman.

Even though I know I've had a lot of trouble with the press in recent years, always being photographed with a different woman, which has led me to buy a different apartment to use for my casual encounters, in the same building where I have my apartment.

My personal assistant couldn't bear to clean up the mess always made after a night of partying, so she gave me the idea of having a slaughterhouse a few floors down, and so I did.

Unfortunately, this Friday, I won't have my daily pleasure, since as soon as I leave the company I'm going straight to the runway, to meet up with the family to enjoy fashion week in Paris, which is great, I'll be taking advantage of some of the world's best models to have an orgy.

The empire that my father started has grown even more and under my command in recent months it has grown to the point where it has been necessary to create a branch in Paris and another in Italy, since the Spa with the Lancellots ended up becoming a chain of hotels and wineries, today we have a very small share of Lancellot's profits, as my father did with the late Mr. Pierre and his son Pietro took over everything making it prosper...

"Are you still here, Tom?" I turned my chair towards my best friend Kevin's voice.

"Yes, I've just seen the balance sheets, I was just leaving," I said, smiling at him. "So, are you going with us or would you rather go with my aunt and uncle on Tuesday?" I asked, hoping he would agree to go with me.

"I'll go with you, but I need to prepare my luggage." I rolled my eyes at my almost-cousin friend.

I grab my phone and my belongings and call my parents, knowing that they won't mind waiting while Kevin gets ready to board the same flight.

For my parents, Uncle Mike and Aunt Emma's children are an extension of their own family, since we all grew up together and practically went to the same school.

We left the company and I went with my friend to the apartment he has. Unfortunately, we don't live in the same building, he got an apartment a few floors below his parents the day after he arrived so drunk that he made my aunt very angry, who decided to put him in his own space, annoying my cousins who still live under their parents' roof.

An hour late, we arrived at the airport, boarded the small aircraft, and headed towards my mother, who I hadn't seen for almost a week. She was so involved with my cousin Elisa's wedding that she was practically more in Paris than at home.

"Hi, Mom, why didn't you stay there?" I ask, kissing her forehead and hugging her longingly.

"Because your mother has a husband who missed her in bed." I rolled my eyes at my father, who didn't mind talking about their intimacies in front of the family, making everyone feel ashamed.

"Nobody needs to know that you two still look like two rabbits full of fire." My father laughs and pulls me into a hug.

"Come off it kid, how do you think you were made? Leave that for another time, hi Kevin." My father holds out his hand to my friend and hugs him.

I sat down in the armchair next to my brother Ethan, who was working on some graphs and apparently he wasn't very happy with what he was seeing.

I chatted with everyone and finally our flight was cleared for take-off. I took the opportunity to catch up on things and listen to every one of my mother's complaints, because I'm sure she'll complain once again about being photographed with the actress who will be starring in the new Marvel hero movie, which was filming in Chicago.

We arrived in Paris and we all went to the house that my parents have here to call it a house is a bit of an insult. The mansion has no less than fifteen rooms, all to avoid being separated when we go to Grandma Enora's, who I'm sure will be pulling my ear in the morning when she arrives for breakfast.

But now it's time to use up some of our energy, so I call Kevin to go to the Moulin Rouge, the most iconic show house in Paris, but there's an exclusive door for high society only.

A stripper's club, most of the girls are just sexy dancers for some businessmen, but there are showgirls who agree to give a little pleasure to their clients, I myself have had s*x with some world models right here on these velvety benches.

As soon as we enter through the dark doors hidden by sophisticated decoration, the room becomes dark, the second show of the night is taking place.

I walk slowly between some of the seats so as not to step on the toes of any of the customers who were there enjoying a model who, if it weren't for the mask, I'd be sure I'd know.

I enter with Kevin into the private lounge with a mini bar available for our consumption, and start looking at the women who are walking around the room with a tray offering a few glasses of champagne or glasses of whiskey.

I keep watching the masquerade show, which seems to have an interesting charm and that woman with the mask was intriguing me, I have the feeling I've seen her somewhere before, maybe I'll call her for a night and find out where I know her from.

"I want that one over there." Kevin pointed to a redhead wearing a Venetian mask.

She had a body that was very reminiscent of Brazilian women, with curves in all the right places, full breasts and a perky ass, I noticed when my friend waved to the waiter who walked slowly towards us.

"Good evening, gentlemen, what can I do for you?" The waiter greets us.

"I'd like to invite Venetian to our cabin, of course if she's adapted to pleasuring herself!" Kevin speaks with his eyes fixed on the woman.

"I believe Venetian has already been requested, sir, we have a few others if you'd like to check them out..." My friend interrupts the waiter.

"Tell her I'll double the amount she was offered." The waiter nods and I call him before he leaves.

"The lead dancer, is she in the catalog?" I ask with interest, looking directly at the woman in front of me.

I kept my eyes on the woman who was still dancing and from the way her head was turned, she seemed to be looking for me in the cabin. The music ends and I see her saying goodbye to the various customers who were sitting there with their d***s in their hands or with some other woman sucking them.

She got down from the stage and I grabbed her wrist, startling her with my intrusion into her space. But at that moment I didn't care at all, she spent the rest of her dance insinuating herself to me.

"Come on!" Her blue eyes were the only thing I could see through the mask, and she resisted.

"No! You come!" A satisfied smile appeared on my face.

She pulls me into one of the private rooms, which has a green lamp on the doorknob. We enter the room, I hear her lock the door and leave the room almost completely dark, with only the led lights on the bed.

"What do you want from me, Sir?" I hear her ask.

"I want everything..." I say when I feel her hands approaching my body, just as I'm about to touch her mask, her delicate fingers stop me.

"I'll give you everything, but you can't see me, I'll just be a faceless, nameless memory in your mind, just another one of the many you've had, Mr. Walker." She bastard knows me.

"I have an idea, you blindfold me and I can taste your lips.", I know she's thinking about my proposal.

"All right!" She walks away and reaches for something on a table she hadn't even noticed was there.

The blindfold makes me anxious, I feel like a hostage to this little woman's desires, her hands go to my face while she plays with the hair on my chest, I cube my hands up to her neck and gently touch her face, pulling her into a kiss.

It's not because I'm a libertine that I don't like to give them a good f**k so that they all remember that they were once mine.

Our lips touch and the sweet taste of something she's had makes me feel an absurd frenzy. My feet follow her movements and I wrap my arms around her waist, making her fall on top of me, without forgetting to kiss her soft lips.

Tonight she will meet Tommáz Walker and she will never forget me.