Chapter 15: The Billionaire Driver Opportunity
The morning after the wild welcome orgy for Olivia, Ethan woke up buried under a pile of warm, cum-covered bodies. Seven loyal women — Rebecca and her newly claimed daughter Olivia, the Harper sisters Emily and Anna, lactating Mia, strict Lila, and shy Sophia — were all tangled around him, softly kissing his skin and his still-hard cock even in their sleep.
His bank balance had jumped again thanks to yesterday's marathon.
Current Balance: $1,892,000
Still far from the 8 million needed for the first skill, but the girls were working hard — running the café, draining their accounts, and finding new ways to generate cash for their Master.
Ethan checked his phone while gently fucking Mia's mouth in slow, lazy thrusts. An interesting ad popped up on a high-end job board:
"Private Driver Needed for Prominent Billionaire Family Luxury estate in the upscale hills outside the city. Seeking a discreet, reliable, and professional driver for the family patriarch (Mr. Reginald Harrington, 68) and his household. Duties include daily transport in Rolls-Royce and Bentley fleet, airport runs, and occasional errands. Excellent pay ($150k+ base + bonuses), full benefits, luxury accommodations on-site if needed. Must have clean record, excellent driving skills, and absolute discretion. UHNW lifestyle experience preferred."**
Ethan's eyes lit up with a filthy idea.
A billionaire family. Old rich man. Likely a bored, neglected young trophy wife and possibly hot daughters or step-daughters. If he could get inside that house as the driver, seducing one (or more) of the women would be easy — and the money would pour in fast enough to buy every skill he wanted.
He immediately called his father.
His dad, a successful businessman with deep connections, answered on the third ring.
"Ethan? It's been a while. What do you need, son?"
"Dad, I saw an ad for a private driver position with the Harrington family. I want the job. You know Reginald Harrington, right?"
His father chuckled. "Of course I do. We've done business together for years. Third wife now — some young beauty he married two years ago. The man is loaded beyond imagination. Why the hell do you want to be a driver?"
"Experience," Ethan lied smoothly. "Good pay, connections, and I'm tired of rotting at home. Can you put in a good word? Tell him I'm reliable and discreet."
His father sighed but agreed. "Fine. I'll call him today. But you better do a damn good job if you get it. These people expect perfection. No fuck-ups."
Two hours later, his father texted back.
Dad: You're in for an interview this afternoon. They liked that you're young, clean, and come recommended by me. Don't embarrass me.
Ethan grinned. He showered, put on a sharp black suit that showed off his toned body, and drove to the massive Harrington estate — a sprawling mansion with private gates, luxury cars lined up, and gardens that looked like a resort.
The head of security interviewed him briefly, then led him inside.
"Mr. Harrington is in a meeting. His wife, Mrs. Victoria Harrington, will speak with you first."
Ethan was shown into a luxurious sunlit lounge.
A woman walked in, and his cock twitched instantly.
She looked like she was in her early to mid-20s — stunning, with long silky black hair, flawless porcelain skin, full cock-sucking lips, and seductive almond-shaped eyes. She had a perfect hourglass figure: massive E-cup breasts that strained against her elegant white designer blouse (clearly no bra, nipples faintly visible), a tiny cinched waist, and wide, breeding hips that swayed hypnotically in a tight pencil skirt. Her ass was fat and juicy, legs long and toned in expensive heels.
She moved with graceful confidence, but there was a subtle bored, frustrated energy in her posture — the look of a young woman trapped in a marriage with an old man who couldn't satisfy her.
Ethan thought she must be the daughter or step-daughter.
"Mrs. Harrington?" he asked politely, standing up.
The woman smiled, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Yes, that's me. Victoria Harrington. Third wife of Reginald. You must be Ethan. Your father spoke highly of you."
Ethan masked his surprise perfectly. She was 30? She looked barely legal. A perfect young trophy wife, clearly neglected.
He shook her hand, letting the touch linger just a second longer than necessary while maintaining eye contact.
[Arousal Touch activated. Target: Victoria Harrington. Sexual frustration level: EXTREMELY HIGH (married to 68-year-old man for 2 years, likely very little real sex, surrounded by luxury but bored). Effect multiplying rapidly…]
Victoria's breath hitched slightly. A faint blush colored her cheeks. Her massive E-cups rose and fell a little faster as she sat down across from him, crossing her long legs.
They went through the formal interview questions — driving experience, discretion, availability. Ethan answered confidently, but he kept finding excuses for small, innocent touches: handing her a document so their fingers brushed, leaning in to point at something on the schedule so his arm grazed hers.
Each contact made Victoria shift in her seat. Her nipples hardened into obvious points against the thin blouse. She kept licking her lips and glancing at the growing bulge in his suit pants.
"You seem… very capable," she said, voice slightly breathier than before. "My husband is old and doesn't like to drive himself anymore. I handle most of the social and shopping runs. Having a young, strong driver like you around could be… convenient."
She uncrossed and recrossed her legs, giving him a brief flash of her smooth thighs and the edge of her lace panties.
Ethan smiled innocently. "I'd be happy to drive you anywhere you need, Mrs. Harrington. Day or night. I'm very attentive to my employers' needs."
Victoria's eyes darkened with sudden heat. She stood up and walked closer, pretending to adjust a painting on the wall but clearly showing off her breeding hips and fat ass.
"The position includes living quarters on the estate if you want. Private room, full access to the facilities…" She turned back to him, standing very close. "I like having reliable young men around the house. Makes things… less boring."
Her hand "accidentally" brushed against his arm, then lingered on his bicep, feeling the muscle through his suit.
Ethan didn't push. He let her make the move, just like with the others.
Victoria bit her lower lip, clearly fighting the overwhelming arousal flooding her neglected body.
"Ethan… you're hired," she said softly, almost whispering. "Start tomorrow morning. I have a lot of… personal errands that need handling. My husband is away on business most of the week."
She stepped even closer, her massive E-cup tits nearly pressing against his chest.
"I look forward to spending a lot of time with you in the car," she murmured, voice dripping with unspoken promise. "Just the two of us."
Ethan smiled politely, but his cock was rock-hard.
"Whatever you need, Mrs. Harrington. I'm here to serve."
Victoria's cheeks flushed deeper. She quickly composed herself as footsteps approached — her old husband finally arriving.
But the seed had been planted.
A young, frustrated trophy wife who looked like a goddess in her early 20s, with E-cup tits and perfect breeding hips, already melting from just a few touches.
And Ethan now had full access to the billionaire estate as their new private driver.
The money, the luxury, and the easy conquests were about to flood in.
His harem at home would be thrilled — more cash flowing toward that first skill, and soon another stacked beauty to add to the collection.
Victoria glanced back at him one last time before her husband entered the room, her eyes full of hungry anticipation.
Tomorrow, the real seduction would begin.