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The Billionaires Club Interracial BDSM 1

by Q. Zayne

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Electronic book publication: July 2017, 3rd edition

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual businesses, entities, creatures or persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All people and incidents are products of the author’s imagination. This fantasy disregards safe sex and even what’s physically possible. Don’t try any of this at home. Stay safe and sexy. This work is for mature readers 18+. All characters are over 18.

The Bait

Author’s Note: Welcome to my world. Most of you know what you’re getting into. If you’re new to my work and skipped the book description, be warned: This is a dirty book with explicit, interracial BDSM group sex scenes. It’s contains nasty, scary-hot erotica for women and discerning men over 18. If a story with a gang action and a manipulative, dominant billionaire might disturb you, spare yourself. Adventurous readers, let’s go.

I saw the notice on my apartment door when I reached the top of the stairs. The landlord had stapled it on, as though wanting to make his demand as public and humiliating as possible. Three days to pay rent or quit.

A shock went through me and I dropped my keys on on the threadbare, stinky hall carpet. He was evicting me. I had nowhere to go.

I picked up my keys, fumbled with them, unlocked the tiny San Francisco studio that had been my home all through college. I sat down at the kitchen table and put my face in my hands.

This couldn’t be happening. But I was three months behind on my rent. He’d raised the rent over the summer. Even with grabbing extra gigs on the weekends, I couldn’t cover it. But I couldn’t find another place to live, either. The newspapers had finally started blaring about the housing crisis, as though it was a recent event that many working people couldn’t afford to live here.

My weight was lower than when I started at the university, and I hadn’t had any to spare, despite being top-heavy and having a round ass. Now I looked like an underfed girl from the Ukraine due for a lingerie modeling contract. I opened my laptop. I could see my reflection in the screen, big waif-like eyes, straight hair, but a full mouth. I raked in tips serving cocktails,