This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments.
I want to thank Notawhit for the idea behind this story and Tigerssman for helping with the editing.
PS -- If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way.
The Prize
Chapter 3
Mary Ann bask in her orgasmic afterglow as she pondered whether to go through with the next show or not. She knew what she had just been through would pale in comparison to what she had planned for the final show. Yet a huge part of her wanted more. She wanted the audience to watch her explode in uncontrolled rapture, over and over and over again.
If she was honest with herself, she wanted nothing more than to have her body filled blissful orgasmic seizures. She wanted to wake up in the morning sore from endless orgasms, still trembling from the night's idyllic onslaught. What she really wanted was a lover that would take her to the heights of ecstasy and then hold her tight as she came back from the passion.
She had decided that despite her desire to give the Billionaires one more show, she was going to take the money and run. A knock on the door changed all that. She knew it was most likely the auctioneer, so she rose to cover her naked body with a white, starched, man's dress-shirt. To her this was one of the sexiest things she could wear. She sat back on the couch with her legs folded underneath her and answered, "Come in."
In walked the man that all of her attention had been focused on; her benefactor or her prey. He stood in the doorway and his eyes roamed over her barely concealed form. He stood for several seconds drinking in her spectacular body and gave a low whistle. Mary Ann felt trembling desire washing through her body. His hungry stare lit a fire inside her with her nipples aching, womanly folds gushing and stomach churning in excitement.
He pulled up a chair and sat with the back between his legs. As he spoke his voice reminded her of home, "Mary Ann, my name is Jeff and I am the high bidder." He let that sink in a bit before he continued, "You do not have to do anything else, but I would love to be your partner on stage if you still want to present your third act."
There was a familiarity in his speech and the way he moved, but she still couldn't place him. His eyes were a light green and she felt his eyes probing her heart. She saw kindness and sincerity in his eyes and immediately felt a bond and a trust. Somehow, she knew that his word was his bond and he would never hurt her. The thought of having him on stage with her sent a tingle through her and the more she thought about it the more she loved the idea.
"Well, I had already decided to take the money and run, but I do love the idea of your proposal. How do you know what I was going to do?"
Jeff looked a little sheepish, then answered, "I don't know what you're going to do, but being there with you, would fill my heart. Besides you are so incredibly gorgeous I just want to be with you as long as I can. So, if you say yes the weekend starts now and I get an extra couple of hours."
She giggled, "So you just want to get your money's worth."
His face turned serious, "No, not at all. Money has nothing to do with how I feel about you."
She couldn't wait any longer, "I know you, but how do I know you?"
He smiled, "I saw you at our class reunion. I had been in love with you in high school, but we ran in different groups. I knew there was no hope, but when I saw you at the class reunion it rekindled my old feelings for you. I lost track of you after you went to college, still I remember you as a true friend ... for those in your group. Do you remember a guy named Jefferson Jackson or JJ?
Her mouth fell open, "You mean that skinny geek that won every math award there was?"
"Yep, that's me."
Her mouth opened stuttering, "You ... You 've changed. Oh my God how you have changed."
"You have too you know. You were pretty and even a little sexy, but now you are stunning, gorgeous, delicious, ravishing, beautiful ..."
"Stop ... You know how much I've changed over the last year ... wait you're my benefactor. The one that got me into this."