Billionaire of the Bay

The characters portrayed here are entirely fictional. They are not indictments of groups of people, ethnicities, religions, genders, or cultures; they are caricatures of people in positions of power.

Ash had just deposited a tray of empty glasses from her latest bottle service onto the bar when one of the bartenders, Nick, leaned into her and placed a hand on her upper back. She shrugged it off with an annoyed look. She found the way he flirted with every girl who worked in the club unattractive, which was a shame given how hot he was otherwise. He leaned down to her ear and shouted over the noise of the club, "Mel wants you!". Ash gave him a short nod before dodging through the serving side of the crowded bar to her friend Mel.

Mel offered Ash an extended hand as she approached, palm out and fingers splayed in a claw. Ash grinned and made the same shape with her hand, then intertwined it with Mel's. They'd been using the same greeting since they were on the Bay Bears basketball team together in high school. It had started ironically, but these days it was genuinely nice. Mel leaned in and shouted, "Nicole needs help in VIP! Bob Steiger is here."

"Bob who?"

"Bob Steiger! The guy who owns this place?" Oh,thatBob Steiger. The ludicrously wealthy tech billionaire who was rumored to own most of the Bay. Who owned the club they were in, La Rosa, and the tech company Ash's newly-wed husband did sales at.

Mel motioned to a tray with a circle of fancy champagne glasses on it and a bottle. Ash's eyes widened: the bottle was Ace of Spades, the most expensive bottle in the club. It was easily $10k, and that was before bottle service markup. Mel gave her a grin and a double thumbs up. "He tips well too! Nicole made 10 grand last time!" She paused. "That could help a lot!"

It took Ash a second to parse what Mel was implying, then she grimaced slightly. Mel was referring to Ash's husband Jake's debt, which they'd worked down to a more manageable $30k from its peak of almost $80k. It was the whole reason she'd quit looking for a job as a social worker and started working at La Rosa. Coming to Mel, hat in hand, and explaining the situation had been one of the worst moments of her life, only rivaled by telling her mom.

She started to pick up the tray but Mel put a hand on her arm and leaned in again, more serious. "Be careful, Ash."

Ash felt concerned.

"He's with some Arab guys. The Crown Prince or something. I heard he killed his whole family, keeps his dad locked up." She paused. "Just, be careful! And don't tell them no!" Ash's eyebrows rose and Mel gave her a slightly strained smile, "You know what I said when you started? This is one of those times, but worse." She'd warned Ash that patrons could get a bit handsy and, if they were important or wealthy enough, she had to grin and bear it. Part of the job.

Ash swallowed and picked up the tray.Anythingthat they asked? What exactly had happened to Nicole? She didn't know Nicole well, but she'd liked her the few times they'd talked.

Ash hefted the tray onto one shoulder and slipped into the bottle service area. She climbed the terraced stairs between levels, which were set with 2-3 recessed tables, each surrounded by low, comfortable circular couches. The sounds here were more muted, the tables far enough apart to provide some privacy.

Mel's comment had brought Jake's debt to the top of her mind, not that she forgot about it often. Remembering the fight her and Jake had gotten into when she'd discovered an unpaid credit card statement with a $15k balance made her blood boil. He'd fucking accused her of spying on him, after they'd been married for three months!

She'd insisted on full control of their finances as a condition of starting to forgive him. That had devolved into a series of painful fights as she replaced his F-150 Raptor (impossible to drive downtown anyway) with a used Lexus sedan, sold his Dior collection, and closed his Robinhood account. She'd cried when she used her hard fought savings to pay down the worst of his credit card debt, but it had just made sense with the interest rates.

She cringed at the memory of telling her mom, who'd said everything except "I told you so." On a night soon after Ash and Jake had gotten engaged, she and her mom had gotten drunk on boxed wine, just the two of them, and her mother had told Ash that Jake reminded her of Ash's dad; tall, charismatic, larger than life, incredible sex, and an absolute asshole when it came down to it. She'd referred to them as 'peacocks'. Ash had said that Jake was different, that he'd agreed to marry her, and her mom had just laughed.

She pushed Jake and her mom to the back of her mind as she made her way up the last set of stairs to the VIP suite, which was much larger than the other bottle service terraces and offered a lordly view of the entire club. On her right a group of men were seated on a semicircle of lush couches. She recognized Bob Steiger from the media, looking surprisingly young. She was pretty sure he was in his 70's but he looked more like a healthy 50-something year old, with lush silver hair combed back from his temples and a clean blazer over a black shirt which stretched over his surprisingly tight chest. Seated around him were a few more stereotypical late middle-age executives and, on the other side of the semicircle, a group of Arab men complete with red and white checkered headscarves and floor length robes. Most of them were older and they were clearly deferring to a younger man in the middle, who had to be the prince.

Nicole, Ash saw with shock, was on all fours in front of the couch, head down, with the prince's sandaled feet crossed on her ass. Ash knew from experience that the black mini bodycon dresses the hostesses wore showed just about everything when they bent over, much less got down on all fours. She could only imagine the view from the other side.

The prince saw her coming up the stairs and clapped delightedly, interrupting whatever Bob Steiger had been saying. He pointed at her head, then mimed her afro above his own head, laughing uproariously and speaking quickly in Arabic. The men around him laughed as well, and then he pointed towards her crotch, made the same afro gesture, and asked an Arabic question which nearly left him in tears. Ash didn't need a lot of hints as to what he'd said.

She set her face politely. The prince recovered himself and took his feet off of Nicole. He pointed at Ash's tray and then at Nicole's ass. "There," he said in heavily accented English. Ash looked at him, then at Nicole's waiting ass in disbelief. She reminded herself of what Mel had said: part of the job. She slid the tray off of her shoulder, carefully transferred it to two hands, and bent to put it on Nicole. Nicole wasn't stick thin, but there wasn't a ton of real estate either. Nicole glanced back at her, her face stained with tear streaks, and then helpfully flattened her back to make room for the tray. Ash managed to balance it and stood back up.

The prince clapped delightedly again. He turned to Bob, who was sitting calmly. "Very expensive, yes?"

Bob nodded, "The best."

"Good, good," the prince said, and reached forward with his sandal and flipped the tray over, sending the delicate champagne glasses crashing to the floor. Several broke. Nicole let out a startled cry. The Ace of Spades bottle survived the fall and rolled in a semicircle, its contents leaking onto the floor.

The prince laughed and clapped again. "Alcohol is haram," he said, "Allah forbids khamr".

Bob leaned forward and touched Nicole gently on the shoulder. "Why don't you go get someone to clean that up?" he asked. She rose to her feet and practically ran off the terrace. The prince watched her go impassively, then turned his attention back to Ash.

He motioned to her, "Come, sharmuta." She approached, placing her heels between the broken champagne glasses. "Sit," he said, indicating the couch next to him, where one of the other men shifted to make room. She sat on the edge, her back straight, not touching the couch. She was taller than the men around her, even sitting down, but that didn't give her much comfort. She felt deeply uncomfortable, almost frozen. In that uncertain state it was surprisingly easy to just do whatever he said.

He said something in Arabic and mock-cowered from her, and the other men laughed. He reached up and patted her afro gently, then squeezed a handful. He said something and Ash felt a hand touching her afro on the other side. She felt like crying, and kept her eyes locked on the floor, where the Ace of Spades bottle had finally come to rest.

From across the semicircle Bob spoke in Arabic. It was rough, clearly unpracticed, but the men around her evidently understood it because they stopped touching her and turned to Bob. The prince spoke back in rapid Arabic and Bob laughed lightly and held up his hands.

"Only a few words, your highness. Really nothing."

"But this tool you offer, it speaks Arabic?"

"Yes, fluently. We trained it on every available source, nearly half a billion documents. It's fully capable of ingesting the entire output of all Saudi social media and identifying concerning trends in real time."

The prince looked hesitant and turned to one of his compatriots. They had a rapid dialogue in Arabic.

"Very good, I would like to know more. But tomorrow! Tonight I want to know more about America."

Bob laughed like that was the most wonderful idea he'd ever heard. "Of course, I own several other establishments, including the best steakhouse in San Francisco. We have prepared the finest halal selection," he said.

"Yes, yes, I would taste American meat!" The prince looked at Ash, clearly considering if he should take her with them. He said something speculative in Arabic to his men, and Bob once again broke in in Arabic. The prince looked a bit startled then laughed, clapped, got to his feet, and led his men down the stairs, crunching over glass as they left. Bob's executives followed but Bob trailed behind, stopping to give Ash an apologetic smile.

"I'm truly sorry for their behavior, miss...?"

"Ash," she said. "Ashanti," she quickly corrected, mostly just relieved that her ordeal appeared to be over.

"I'll let Melissa know what an incredible job you did tonight, miss Ashanti," Bob said with a warm smile before he disappeared down the stairs.

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Ash woke the next morning to the first few lines of the Doses & Mimosas chorus playing on repeat from Jake's phone - "To all the bitch ass hoes that hate me the most...". She was tempted to roll over and try to go back to sleep, but she knew it wouldn't stop. She groaned, stuck an arm out, and grabbed her phone. 10:23AM. Not bad, considering she'd gone to bed around 3. Almost 7 and a half hours of sleep!

She dropped her phone and rolled back over towards Jake. Sure enough, he had TikTok open. Some basic bitch in a lululemon push up bra was dancing badly. She'd obviously never done a push up in her life: her arms looked like twigs, although her fake tits were impressive in a garish kind of way. Jake waking Ash up with TikTok was a pretty common occurrence, and never failed to piss her off. Could he not use AirPods? No, they were always too far away.

Jake watched the hoe bounce through another rendition. Her dancing was really mostly bouncing, which Ash guessed highlighted her best assets. Ash considered herself a pretty good dancer and couldn't help but feel contempt. Jake swiped up on his phone, sending TikTok to the background, and looked over at her brightly. "How'd you sleep, babe?" How was he always so chipper in the mornings? Probably because he didn't go to bed at 3am.

Ash just groaned and rolled back over. Jake snuggled up behind her and leaned around her afro to kiss her cheek. She felt his large, hard body against her night dress and wiggled back into him. She could feel his semi-hard length nestled between her ass cheeks. God he was sexy, even when he was being an asshole.

"Good morning," he sing-songed into her ear quietly, thrusting slightly, which caused his cock to slide against her silk night dress. He always slept naked and she could feel him getting harder. She had a bit of a headache and was still a little annoyed at him, so she didn't want to have sex. She pointedly pulled away from him and flipped over to face him, admiring his face for a second. It was unfair that he looked so good first thing in the morning. She knew she looked goofy with her satin bonnet stretched over her afro, which was no doubt flattened on one side.

"How did you sleep?" she asked, mostly just to say something.

"Like a baby," he replied with a bright smile. His standard response, which she'd heard a million times. God he was sexy. She felt a surge of warmth for him and pulled him forward into a kiss, her lips mashing into his. They kissed closed-mouth for a few seconds, then adjusted positions slightly into an open mouthed make out, their tongues making contact. He moaned and slid his hand along her side, heading for her ass. She broke the kiss: she really didn't feel like having sex.

"Babe," he said, looking a little annoyed. "I'm getting some mixed signals here."

She sighed. "I've got a headache and I slept like crap."

"Babe, I'm horny as hell," he pouted. She didn't say anything. "Babe, how about just a blowjob?" Just a blowjob wasn't a thing with him - he took at least 20 minutes to cum, especially in the morning, and his dick was girthy enough that her jaw always got sore. And he always came in her mouth, which wasn't her favorite taste first thing in the morning. But still, he looked so horny, and she had kind of led him on with that kiss, and they hadn't had sex for a few days because she was working nights.

"Fine," she said.

"Fuck yeah, babe."

She slid her bonnet off and went to grab a hair band from her nightstand, but he interrupted. "Can you leave it out? I like to be able to grab it." She hated when he grabbed her afro - he always got it tangled, but she just nodded.

He rolled onto his back and helpfully pushed the covers down. She laid her head on his stomach, afro smooshing into his hard, defined abs, and looked down at his cock at eye level. It was semi-hard, already easily five inches, his head still hidden by his foreskin. She reached down and pulled his hood back, revealing his head, which she popped into her mouth. She slowly swirled her tongue around it while massaging his balls with her other hand. He moaned in delight and she felt a shiver of desire. He put one hand on the top of her head, further smooshing her afro down, and the other on her neck, which was hot.

She swirled her tongue more vigorously, working up some spit, then closed her lips around the base of his head, creating a bit of a vacuum before popping him out of her mouth. She pulled his dick up with her hand and slowly jacked him off, admiring him as he got fully hard. He towered over her. Easily 8 inches, she thought, although she'd never measured him and never asked. And thick too, not a pencil dick.

She brought his dick down, slapping the side of her cheek, and he groaned. She knew he liked that. She put it back into her mouth, sliding it out against the inside of her cheek with an audible pop.

"Babe, can I see you?" His voice was breathy, hot. She got up and knelt between his legs, looking up at him from around his cock. His defined abs seemed to go on forever before meeting his pecs, which stood out from his chest proudly. He'd propped himself up on some pillows, and his face looked angelic from this angle. One arm was behind his head and his thick bicep stood out. He smiled at her and rubbed the side of her face with his other hand. She leaned into his hand with a small smile and sighed, her eyes closed.

She pulled away from him, grabbed his dick with one hand and pushed it up and away from her, exposing his balls. He was clean shaven all around. She licked them in slow, long strokes. He always had a bit of a musty tasty before he showered, but she powered through it. She gently sucked one of his balls into her mouth and played with it with her tongue, then did the other. Next she worked her way up his length with her tongue, holding him upright with her hand. She paused to lick her middle finger, then brought it down to tease his asshole. She knew he liked that, too. He moaned.

She licked all the way up his shaft from bottom to top, then slid his head into her mouth. She looked up at him, cock still in his mouth, and was startled to find him filming.

"What the fuck, Jake? You're supposed to ask me."

"I'm sorry babe," although he did not look sorry at all, "you just looked so fucking hot that I had to video it."

"Fuck off, Jake." She paused. This was hardly the first time he'd recorded her giving him a blowjob without asking, but she didn't want him getting soft and having to start over. "Fine, but fucking ask me next time."

"Of course, babe."

She went back to his dick, but she was angry now and not really into it. She knew he could tell, and she felt him start to get soft. She knew if he got soft this would take all morning. She flipped into the sixty-nine position and slid his dick into her mouth. She heard him groan and harden again completely. He loved when she deep-throated him, but she didn't do it often because he was so huge that it hurt her throat.

She slid him carefully into the back of her mouth until she felt him hit the top of her throat. Then, staying as relaxed as possible, she slowly worked him inside. He groaned again and reached for her head, but she popped back off of his dick and made a disapproving noise. He brought his hands under her to cup her boobs through her silky nightdress instead. She returned to his dick, working him back into her throat. Once he was inside, she slowly slid down, taking as much of him as she could. About two inches were left uncovered. She came back up, took a long breath of air, and went back down. Now his length was coated in her saliva, and it went down easier. An inch from his base. Another couple of attempts and he was fully inside her throat, her mouth pressed to the base of his cock. She stayed like that for a couple of seconds, then worked his last couple of inches in and out of her throat, making sure he never fully left. He was gasping and groaning now, his hips working into her. He thrust a little too quickly and she gagged, coming off of his dick gasping.

He grabbed the back of her head and pushed down but she resisted, taking deep breaths to catch up on oxygen. She relaxed and he pushed her head back onto his dick, which slid in easily now, all the way down to the hilt. He fucked her throat, pumping his hips into her face while holding her head still with his hands. She could tell that he was close, and she wanted him to finish, but she was also running out of air. Just as she was about to slap his thigh in submission, he thrust one final time, burying his length deep inside her, and she felt him pulse as he came down her throat. She did her best to swallow around him, her throat working convulsively around his length. Finally he relaxed and she came off of his dick gasping for air, saliva and cum dripping out of her mouth.

"Holy fuck babe, that was so fucking hot." He said, sounding dazed.

She could taste his cum in her mouth, and her eyes were red and watery. She flipped off of him and went to their bathroom. She rinsed her mouth out and washed her face. She glanced in the mirror; her afro was completely smooshed, and she could see some pretty obvious tangles. It would take forever to pick it back out. She started brushing her teeth, focusing on her tongue first to get the taste of cum out of her mouth.

"Babe, babe come quick!" she heard Jake shout from their bedroom excitedly. She scrubbed her tongue a few more times before spitting in the sink, then returned to their bedroom. Jake was already on his phone, not even a minute after cumming down her throat. His cock was still mostly hard, laying across his washboard abs almost to his belly button.