The Million Dollar One Shot
Author
Rebekah Halt
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Fifty thousand dollars for one night of pleasure with three mystery men. Sophia decides to take the offer.
Chapter 1
“The curator is ready to see you.”
Sophia looked up from the clipboard she held in her hand. She had just signed an NDA. An NDA that made her promise she would never tell anyone about tonight. Three mystery men were looking for a woman to spend the night with. She had read the ad and contract very thoroughly. Sophia prided herself on her attention to detail.
FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS, ONE NIGHT OF PLEASURE. CONFIDENTIALITY IS REQUIRED. LOCATION: LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA. TAP THE SECURE LINK TO SUBMIT YOUR APPLICATION.
Now she was sitting in the hotel lobby of The Diamond Montgomery Hotel, while a middle-aged woman stood in front of her, wearing a stiff black blazer and slacks. She looked impatient, as if she were in a rush.
“Sure,” Sophia said, her voice shaky as she handed the clipboard back to the woman.
Sophia had lived a pretty simple life. She hadn’t really ever struggled, to be honest. She’d been raised in a middle-class neighborhood, the child of a teacher and a police officer. Life had been…normal. But that was the problem.
Sophia had done everything in perfect order. She attended her university, alongside her high school sweetheart. The day of their graduation, he proposed. Of course, she said yes. Pete was the love of her life.
They were meant to get married, have babies, the usual.
Then she’d walked in on Pete getting rammed from behind by her brother. Yup, her own brother.
Life was pretty fucked up now. So, Sophia decided that living her life perfectly wasn’t so important anymore. She wanted to have some fun. Pete was the only man she had ever slept with before, something she now regretted.
So, when her friend told her about an ad she had seen on something called “the dark web,” Sophia asked her friend to help her apply.
“Are you serious?” her friend had cackled.
Oh yes, Sophia was very serious. And…here she was.
Sophia stood up and smoothed out her dress.
“Excellent,” the woman said, scanning over her signature. “Please follow me.”
Sophia nodded and followed the woman to an elevator. Her stomach was twisting into knots, and the palms of her trembling hands were sweaty.
The elevator dinged, and they both stepped inside. Light elevator music played as they ascended. She glanced over at the woman, but her expression was unreadable as she looked forward.
Sophia readjusted the straps of her black dress. She’d been sent a small chunk of money from an anonymous bank account. Then, she was instructed to buy this exact dress. A short, black mini. Along with a bra and panties made of red lace.
She’d never worn something so…sexy. She had always seen herself as a pretty average woman. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Just…normal.
Admittedly, she kind of liked the dress. The way it clung to her body. The way the red bra seemed to squeeze her tits together perfectly. Her body was in the shape of an hourglass.
She’d never been stick thin, and finding a sense of style with C-cup breasts and a big ass was hard.
But this dress, somehow, it worked. It accentuated her wider hips and small waistline. Her breasts were the star of the show, peering out at the top, perky and on display.
Sophia took a deep breath as the doors slid open and they stepped out into the hall. The woman sped ahead of her, and Sophia stumbled after her. Then they stopped in front of a door, and she turned to look at Sophia.
“Take this,” she said, her voice flat. Sophia looked down to see a black blindfold in her hand.
“What for?” Sophia said, with a raised brow as she took the blindfold.
“It is a requirement,” she said evenly.
“Right…,” Sophia replied. “Isn’t this the kind of thing that serial killers do?”
The woman didn’t respond; she just stared blankly at her. Sophia sighed and brought the blindfold to her face, tying it securely behind her head. All she could see was darkness.
“I will lead you in,” the woman said. Sophia heard the door being pushed open. She felt her take her arm and lead her forward.
“Sit, please,” she said. Sophia did as she was told, sinking onto what felt like a bed.
“Before I leave you,” the woman said, “are you on birth control?”
“Yes,” Sophia said.
“They will arrive shortly,” she replied.
Then Sophia heard her shuffling away, followed by the door being closed. She sat in silence for a few moments. Had she done something stupid? Was this an early midlife crisis?
She was only twenty-three, so she was probably far too young for that. But then she heard the door creaking open again, and her body stiffened.
She could hear a pair of footsteps approaching before stopping just in front of her.
“Hello, Sophia,” a voice said.
She felt a shiver run up the length of her spine. His voice. It was like silk. Sexy. Warm. She couldn’t help but feel excited.
“Hi,” she said softly.
“I’m the curator,” he said. She could feel him and smell him. He smelled expensive, like cologne and leather. She flinched slightly as she felt him tug on the strap of her dress.
“Are you nervous?” he murmured. He was pulling on both straps now.
She nodded. “Yes.”
“I read your application,” he said. Her dress straps were now hanging loosely on her shoulders. He was reaching for the zipper at the back of her dress. He tugged on it. “Only one man?” he said. “Interesting. Weren’t you bored?”
Sophia took a deep breath as he pulled on the fabric of her dress until it caught at her waist. She was now exposed from her waist up.
“I was,” Sophia said, her voice coming out in a whisper. “I was very bored.”
“Mmm,” he murmured. She felt his fingertips tracing the top of her tits that were peering out from the red lacy bra. She sucked in as her panties grew moist.
She felt him leaning forward before he reached for the hook of her bra. He tugged on it and pulled it free, causing her breasts to jiggle from the movement.
“Dr. Creed will go wild when he sees you,” he said with a chuckle.
“One of the others?” she said quietly.
“Yes,” the curator replied as he cupped one of her exposed breasts. “Now, tell me, Sophia. How do you like to be fucked?”
Sophia couldn’t think straight. Not when his voice was this sexy. Not when he was groping her titty like this. Not when she was blindfolded and being asked how she wanted to be pleasured.
“I…I…,” she stuttered.
“You don’t know,” he chuckled. “Because you have been sexually repressed for far too long.” She felt him push on her, forcing her to lie flat on her back. She wiggled her body, pushing herself up farther on the bed.
Next, she heard a light thud as his pants hit the floor.
She was soaking. She was horny. She was ready. God, she was ready.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” she asked, her voice hoarse. “I’m ready.”
“Of course I am,” he said, lowly. “And by the time we are all finished with you, you will know what you like, Sophia.” She felt him tug on her dress, finally pulling it completely from her body.
Now, she lay there with nothing but her red lace panties on.
“Now, here are the rules,” the curator said. She felt the bed shift as he slid onto it. His hands were on her inner thighs, prying them gently apart.
“No kissing, as I am sure you read,” he murmured.
“No kissing, no oral sex,” she said. God, she was ready to burst. She just wanted him to fuck her already. She wiggled her hips in anticipation.
“Sounds like you read what you needed to,” he chuckled.
“Now, Sophia,” he said, “I have a feeling that a man has never prioritized your pleasure before. Has he?”
Sophia exhaled slowly. “I used a vibrator. When we had sex.”
He laughed, low and deep. “I like to use vibrators. But I have a feeling that your ex-fiancé used it because he couldn’t please you himself.”
Sophia had to admit it. He was right. Pete had never really, truly…satisfied her.
“We will do a simple but pleasurable fuck,” he said. “Then Dr. Creed and Vale will try something a bit different.”
He was between her legs now. He tugged on them, pulling them around his waist. Sophia tightened her grip around him, the tip of his hard cock now brushing against her thigh. She reached up and placed her hands around his neck.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Just fuck me.”
He didn’t respond. Instead, he thrust into her. Slowly. Sensually. She gasped as he pushed farther into her. He was thick. Really thick. As he pushed deeper inside of her, she felt him fill her completely.
“Ah,” she sighed.
“Like it,” he muttered against her ear. Then he began to rock in and out of her. Slow but steady.
She moaned lightly as he moved in and out of her. She tightened her grip around his neck, sighing with pleasure. It was like an itch that had never been scratched. All from a simple missionary fuck.
He rocked back and forth. She moaned and groaned as he used her body. She loved it.
He began to pick up speed, her pussy already tight around his cock.
“You’re already about to cum?” he chuckled. “I’ve barely started, sweetheart.”
“Y-yes…,” Sophia moaned.
Then she felt her core tighten as warmth spread through her abdominal area. Her pussy twitched, and the walls of her vagina clamped down on him.
“Fuck!” she wailed as her orgasm came. He was laughing now, increasing his speed and pumping into her at a fast pace.
She was gasping for air as he continued to thrust into her.
“God, look at you,” he grunted as he pumped into her. “You’ve never truly been fucked, Sophia.”
“I…I am now,” she moaned. “Please keep going. Please!”
Her orgasm was done, but she wanted more. She felt him pause and pull out of her. Then, he took her ankles and placed both on his shoulders. He lined the tip of his cock up to her opening.
She felt him place a finger along the top of her swollen, throbbing clit. Her back arched in pleasure, her mouth dropping open.
Then, he plunged into her. At a high, fast speed. Grunting and moaning as he pumped into her.
“God!” she cried out. “More! More!”
His cock was twitching inside of her. She could feel it. Every groove of his massive dick. Then he grunted once more, his cum flooding her vagina.
She screamed. Loud, long. Ear-piercing. Her second orgasm had arrived, and it rocked her body to its very core.
