Satisfying the Billionaire's Son: Earning the Job (Billionaire, BBW, Anal)

Summary:

Lexie's down on her luck, with no money in the bank and no job prospects in her sights. Her roommate Jen, however, offers a rather unusual suggestion: go to work for a billionaire's son as his personal escort, and in exchange for doing whatever he requests, she would be amply compensated. Given her current options, Lexie has little choice but to agree to an interview.

At the interview, however, she is greeted by none other than Lord Preston Escott, the billionaire businessman! He conducts a formal interview, but before he can okay Lexie for his son, he takes her upstairs to the penthouse suite, for a more . . . personal . . . private examination.

After all, if Lexie's going to be good enough for his son, she should be good enough for Lord Escott himself as well.

To land the job, Lexie's going to have to pull out all the stops, letting this billionaire try out not just her mouth and her ample bosom, but every other hole as well. She's going to give it her all, taking him in every hole, to prove that she's willing to go the extra mile.

Excerpt:

We cruised up to the top floor, the elevator ticking smoothly. At the top, he inserted a key card into a slot, and the doors opened onto a gorgeous living room, filled with white leather furniture and with a gigantic flat-screen television against one corner. With one hand on the small of my back, Lord Escott guided me inside, my shoes going from sharp clicks on the marble floor to total silence on the thick white rug on the floor.

Once we were inside the room, with the elevator doors shut, he gestured to the couch. “Please, take a seat,” he said pleasantly.

I did as he asked. I could feel the coolness of the leather against my bare thighs. “So, what am I going to be doing for you?” I asked, shifting back and forth on the couch to try and keep the dress from riding up and showing off my crotch.

For a moment, Lord Escott's eyebrows jumped. “Oh, not for me,” he said. “No, for my son. He requires a, how shall I say, companion, and I believe that you will be quite suitable for the position.”

“Okay,” I said. “When do I get to meet him?”

“Oh, I'm not done with the evaluation,” Lord Escott replied, and when he turned around to face me, there was a devious glint in his eye. “You see, I want to make sure that what is given to my boy is perfect in every way. As his companion, your job is to see to it that he receives whatever he desires.
And that means that your body must be as skilled as your mind.”

For a brief moment, I shrank back against the couch. If I understood correctly, I was being told that I would have to sleep with Lord Escott's son! But then, as the thought settled into my head, I gave it more consideration. Shagging the son of a billionaire would certainly have its perks, I was sure. My meager bank balance sprang to mind. “So I need to prove myself to you?”

Lord Escott's smile widened. “That's correct.”

Warning: This 5,300-word story contains graphic descriptions of intensely physical passion and sex and is intended for mature audiences only.