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  Contents

  Title Page

  Chapter one

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Title Page

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Epilogue

  Title Page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  3 Book Billionaire/Celebrity Lesbian Romance Boxset

  by Priyanka C.

  Book One-Beyond Boundaries

  Chapter one

  T he ‘Sin City’ night club can be a very rowdy place. Although the club is supposed to be a playground for the rich and wealthy, who says the rich and wealthy cannot roll around in the mud and get their hands dirty?

  On one such Saturday night, the club was slowly starting to inch towards the rowdiness that it had become famous for. I would know, because I had been working as a bartender at the now infamous club for more than a year.

  The theme of the night tonight, was gangster rap, the speakers were blaring D12, Snoop Dogg, and the NWA, and the people inside were dancing less, and mouthing wrong lyrics more. The cows itself was majorly boys, but that’s not to say the girls were not present. One thing that ‘Sin City’ club was famous for was the quality of girls that visited the disco.

  They were rich, they had daddy issues, and they were ready to get down and dirty, and not to mention, most of them could pass for being Victoria’s Secret models.

  Again, I would know because I was gay, and having one night stands with some of these girls was my reward for pouring drinks for these ‘wealthy socialites all night long. Now, before you feel bad about me and think was sad, depressing life I led, I would also like to tell you that I was currently enrolled at the evening course on International Politics at the New York University, and was preparing to work at UN as a diplomat. Although most people laugh at my face when I tell them that I want to be diplomat, because they just don’t see a girl behind the bar counter at one of the most expensive clubs in New York to know much about trade deals, wars or just the names of any of the world leaders.

  Spoiler alert, I know 80% of the names of those leaders, and yes I was smart enough to converse with any human being on matters of national importance and military and what not.

  But currently, what I was focused on, was getting the drink right for my customer, who was a pretty blonde in a see-through top with her nipples hard, and lipstick smeared all over her face.

  She was cute, and could be my next potential one-night stand for the day, but as I served her her drink, I saw her walk over to the dance floor, and began grinding on the guy who I presumed had beaten me to it.

  Great, the pickings were slim as such, and even the girls who were present were straight as an arrow. I could still hit on them, as I had previously turned many girls who swore they would never do anything with any girl ever. But that was hard work, and after an evening of discussing China’s string of pearls theory with my professor, I was not in the mood to discuss a girl’s affinity towards making out with another girl.

  “We have a very important guest who has just RSVPed to arrive in the next fifteen minutes,” said Shelly, my co-bartender and one of my best friends. Shelly was also my classmate, although she was about to quit as she wasn’t finding international diplomacy to her liking.

  “Who?” I asked, uninterested.

  With so many VIPs always showing up at the doors of the club, and so many movie actors and actresses getting wasted every weekend before me, I had sort of lost the excitement that an average person feels when they encounter a celebrity or someone who was famous.

  But I knew Shelly was still interested in getting as many pictures clicked as possible with all the celebrities who frequented ‘Sun City’ nightclub. In fact, at one point of time, she had selfies of all the pop stars and rappers whose songs were on the billboard top 10 at the same time, and I had to give it to her, that was pretty darn cool.

  “Karen Smith, the mayor’s daughter!” said Shelly as she served a scruffy looking man who looked as if the last time he had bathed was when E.T the movie was no.1 at the weekend box office.

  “Karen Smith? The foul-mouthed, arrogant looking girl who flipped off the reporters at the Met Gala, and was the only person to be banned from the event by Anna Wintour herself?”

  “Yes, the same Karen Smith. Apparently, her entourage will also be with her, so the owner is asking the people to leave as she wants the club all to herself and her friends.”

  “Her friends? I wouldn’t go so far as to say they are her friends. They are just people who hang out with her because she is rich and famous, because you tell me, would you like to be friends with a girl who always looks like she is fresh off a catfight with another girl? I wouldn’t!”

  “Oh, you and your morals and principles and your ‘be kind to everyone’, and ‘I have to save the world otherwise no one will,” Shelly mocked me, and I laughed.

  “It's not about that, girl. There is so much negativity in the word. So much poison, that I think the people in the limelight can set good examples for the people who follow them. Me being nice will not have any impact on the world, because no one gives a fuck about me, but imagine if people like Karen Smith could show kindness when it is least expected from people like her, think about the impact it will have on the girls who look up to these celebrities,” I said, cleaning a wine glass with a towel, and observing a pretty redhead dancing with another girl in a way that showed clearly she was into her.

  “I almost threw up in my mouth, Megan,” said my friend and walked back to the counter to pacify impatient customers who were getting annoyed because of the lack of alcohol in their body.

  I kept looking at the redhead dancing with the girl, and decided if I could get both of them to come to my apartment tonight. I knew I could because I was pretty.

  Now, I am not being boastful of my own looks, I am only speaking from experience and what people have said about me. I wasn’t that tall, but what I lacked in height, my face and my boobs more than made up for it. I had dark coal colored hair, and a baby face that looked eerily similar to Selena Gomez’s. I even had her thick lips, and physique with my big boobs and curvaceous booty, and I wonder if Selena and I were separated at birth due to a misunderstanding at the hospital.

  But being Selena’s sister was the last thing I wanted. The things I wanted to do to that petite little pop star; you don’t usually do those things to your sister. I say usually, because there always are sick twisted people in the world.

  Just as I was planning my move for the pretty redhead, the speakers suddenly stopped playing the gangster rap that slowly started to give me a mild headache, and blared out an announcement from the manager of the club.

  “We are very sorry to announce that the club will be closing in about fifteen minutes, so please make sure you have paid for your drinks at the bar, and have all your belongings with you. We deeply regret the inconvenience caused, and we look forward to your future visits,” the voice boomed over annoyed and angry people who clearly did not want to leave the party early.

  “That was a very bad lie,” I told Shelly as she came back to me after having served the last drink of the night before Karen and her friends showed up.

  “What else was he supposed to say? That we are kicking all of you out because someone more richer and good looking than all of you is making their way to the club, and we need all the ugly, non-rich people to take a hike?”

  “Now that would have been interesting,” I chuckled, as both I and Shelly leaned a
gainst the liquor cabinet, just observing the bouncers and security personnel escorting the ‘ugly, non-rich’ people out of the club.

  “Listen, I don’t want to attend to Karen and her little group of robots. Will you please take my shift for the night? I’ll talk to Henry and tell him to pay you for my share of the work.”

  “Have you lost your mind? Do you know how much these girls tip? The moment these girls walk into the club, they will want to show each other that they are richer than everyone else, and in that stupid war, we will be the ones profiting. It would be like the Britishers invading India and making the Kings fight each other while they loot the country.”

  “Hey! Look at you! You remembered something from the history class. Are you sure you want to quit the course?”

  “Yes, I have never been surer. Now are you staying or not?”

  I thought for a while, and realized I really needed some extra money to buy books which had not been provided free by the University. And perhaps I could take one of Karen Smith’s minions home with me. Although I knew these girls were like dead fishes in the bed, but their hotness more than made up for their lack of sexual prowess.

  “You just changed my mind. See, you also have diplomatic skills. You really shouldn’t quit the course, Shelly.”

  “I have diplomatic skills when it comes to things I am interested in. Not things that bore me to death,” said Shelly defensively.

  “Point taken,” I agreed and went to the back of the bar where a small door led me to the locker rooms and a tiny sitting area for the employees of the club.

  “What is the ETA for Karen Smith?” I asked Marcus, the head of security, who was gazing at a host of small screens which displayed a feed from security cameras situated all around the club.

  “She just arrived honey, see?” said Marcus and pointed at one of the screens that showed the exterior of the club.

  I leaned closer and saw a black Mercedes truck pull over in front of the club, and the driver exit the vehicle and walk over to the back of the car.

  Another man exited the truck and walked to the other side of the car, and then the two men opened the doors and a bevy of very hot and sexy girls emerged from either side of the Mercedes.

  All of them looked very similar to each other, as all of them had very tight latex dresses on, all had massive booties and straight silky hair and all of them were walking like they were high as a kite.

  “Its show time, baby,” said Shelly, peering from over my shoulder at the computer screen.

  “I was hoping for a few minutes of rest, but I guess I can kiss that goodbye,” I lamented as Shelly took hold of my hand and walked me back to the bar.

  We emerged out of the small back door, and found the club as empty and quiet as a morgue. Perhaps the drunk girls were finding it hard to work the elevators.

  “Now what do we do?” I asked Shelly.

  “Now, we wait for the girls to arrive and then we put on our fakest of smiles, and serve these bitches who think we are the scum of the earth.”

  “Whoa! That’s a lot of hatred for people who are just about to give you a lot of money.”

  “Yeah, so? I can’t hate them just because they are going to pay me?”

  I smiled once again at how crazy my friend was, and then looked at the door through which Karen and her girls would enter.

  After a few minutes of waiting anxiously, the doors to the club burst open, and the girls, led by the two men in suits, entered the club amidst a cackle of laughter, followed by Henry, the manager.

  “Here they come,” I whispered, and put on the fake smile that Shelly had been talking about a few minutes earlier.

  I saw the girls stumble their way across the dancefloor to the plush red sofas kept at the back of the hall, where bottles of champagnes, shots of tequila, and plates of exquisite dishes of food were waiting for Karen Smith and her friends.

  I tried to listen to what the girls were talking about amongst themselves, but the constant laughter, screams, and babble of indistinct chatter made it very hard for me to understand a word these girls were saying.

  And then suddenly, I noticed Karen Smith, who looked the most sober out of all the girls. She was talking animatedly with Henry, and was moving her hands a lot.

  From the conversation, I could make out she was not happy about something (how typical) and was trying to get her point across I a way that I could only assume would have been rude and impolite.

  But there was no denying that the girl was drop dead gorgeous. She had the body of a goddess, and if I thought my ass was curvaceous, hers was on a different level. And not just her butt, but also her tiny waist, perfect cheekbones, beautiful platinum blonde hair, light brown eyes, and thick juicy lips were a dream of any boy, or a gay girl like me.

  I noticed how much Karen resembled Kylie Jenner, and it made sense for her to try and resemble the beauty mogul as Kylie was everything that Karen wanted to be. And as Karen crossed the dancefloor and walked past the bar without even as much as looking in my direction, I saw just how much she resembled Kylie Jenner. And no matter how much the world hated both, Karen Smith and Kylie Jenner, there was no denying the fact that the girls were as hot as hellfire. And as my eyes followed Karen walking up to her table where her friends had already started drinking, and as mouth salivated looking at her hips sway from side to side like a pendulum, I could not help but fantasize about holding her in my arms and kissing her in the most passionate way possible.

  Great! Now I was salivating over the type of people that behaved against my principles!

  “What are you staring at?” Shelly asked with a naughty twinkle in her eye. I knew there was no use lying to her as she was very familiar with the look I had on my face whenever a girl caught my attention.

  “She really is hot,” I whispered, still unable to take my eyes away from Karen.

  “Ooh! Does someone have a crush on a celebrity?”

  “No, well yes, but no, but then again, I think yes. Look I just want to be done with this party and go home, and work on my college project.”

  “So, ‘go home and work on my college project’ is your code for ‘go home and masturbate thinking about Karen Smith’?” my dark-haired, petite friend asked me with a wink.

  “What? Mind your dirty tongue, missy,” I responded with irritation, “that’s not what I do all day. I have very important matters that io need to concentrate on.”

  “So you do admit you do it?”

  I did not respond immediately, but nodded my head with a wink of my own.

  The night crawled on, and the girls in front of us got progressively drunk as the alcohol on their table slowly diminished. I knew, pretty soon, one of them would waltz over to the bar and ask for another glass, or another bottle, or another casket, by the looks of it.

  For the majority of the time, Shelly and I did nothing but browse our phones, throw random glances towards Karen and her group, and gossip about the club employees or the students that went to University with us, but just as we thought we would never get to serve the girls, Karen Smith herself got up from her seat, adjusted her dress, did a hair flick, and stared directly at me. I caught her gaze and felt my heart skip a beat.

  What is wrong with?

  I saw Karen Smith walk towards me, her massive bust making it difficult for me to think straight (no pun intended), and as she closed the gap between her and the bar, I felt beads of sweat start to form on my forehead.

  This girl is making me feel things no girl has ever been able to.

  “Hi, what is your name?”

  “Megan, how can I help you, Miss Smith?”

  “Call me Karen, babe. Do you have any beer?”

  “Of course, Ma’am. Which beer would you like?”

  “Two cans of Heineken, please, and don’t call me Ma’am as well.”

  Why was she being so nice?

  “I will bring them over to your table as soon as possible, Karen,” I said with a smile that had suddenly changed from being
fake to a genuine one.

  “Okay. How much for the beers?”

  “I don’t think you need to pay right now, Ma’am, I mean Miss. Smith, Karen…Miss. Karen, I mean just Karen,” I finished with difficulty.

  Karen laughed loudly, “you must be more wasted than me to come up with that nonsense. No wonder you work at a bar. Now get to fixing my drink,” she said with a click of her fingers, as if I was a dog and she wanted to see a trick.

  I glared at her for half a second, and conjured up the fake smile, and walked away.

  She couldn’t fake being polite for even a minute!

  One would assume hearing things like that would affect anyone, but I was so used to being talked down by some many so-called VIPs, that I got back to work with just a frown.

  “What did she say?” Shelly asked me as I opened the cans of Heineken beer and poured the drink in two tall beer glasses, “That I was dumb enough to be a waitress, and that I was drinking on the job,” I said with a faint smile.

  “Are you alright?”

  “Of course I am. This was exactly what I had expected from her. She actually did try to be polite for the first few seconds, but I think it was too much of a task for her to continue being fake. Not everyone is trained to be fake like us, you know.” I said with a smirk.

  “I know you are strong enough to take shit like that. Don’t worry, I don’t think they will stay here for much longer.”

  Shelly was proved wrong as I saw Karen take one of her friend’s hand in hers, and guide her over to the dance floor. The friend was as tall as Karen, but not as sexy. She did not have the curves that Karen possessed, and neither did she have the attitude and fierceness of the Mayor’s daughter, but she did have a very pretty face, which was made prettier by the amazing makeup she had on her face.

  I was ready with the glasses of beer, and should have walked over to Karen’s table to serve it, but I was too mesmerized by what was happening in the idle of the dance floor.

  Karen and her friend had begun dancing, and not just your average ‘do the boogie’ dancing, but the seductive, close quarters dancing that girls usually did to lure boys and men alike in night clubs and parties.