Among Peasants (Adam PoV)

I am a firm believer that there is nothing money can’t buy. Everything has a price. Everyone. Life proved it over and over. Money solved everything, and my family had functionally limitless reserves. In combination with my Gift, there were no doors that wouldn’t open. People bent over backward to please me. Take things a bit too far? Toss some money at them and the problem went away.

Chloe was a frustration. Not the woman herself. She was unbelievably easy, the same as everyone else. Flash an insignificant sum at her and she was on her knees begging to please me. The problem was Jake, the psychopath she thought was her boyfriend. I knew for a fact he was fucked in the head. My Gift never seemed to work on him. Beyond that, the guy freaked me out. That fucking stare he had… We had a good thing going on and the freak was threatening to ruin it.

Chloe wasn’t special. There was no shortage of beautiful girls wanting my attention. Girls with some actual tits. Classy girls who didn’t spread their legs for anyone who flashed some money her way. Her Gift on the other hand, that was something special. Nothing beat the high you got from filling that tight pussy of hers while she sent you on a trip to pure euphoria. It took days to come down completely, and from the years I’d been enjoying it, not once had it ever decreased in potency. It hit as hard now as it did when I first tossed some cash her way on a whim.

Chloe was infuriating. A fucking grand. Base? Who the fuck did she think she was? It wasn’t the money—a trivial amount. She didn’t know her place in the order of things. A delusional woman who thought she had worth beyond her Gift. She was spoiled. The years of lesser men bending over backwards in the hopes of getting one of the precious ‘slots’ of hers had warped her fucking mind. Her job was servicing cock and putting that Gift of hers to work.

I am big enough to admit my role in her delusions. A necessity to keep up appearances. A nudge here or there with my Gift helped ensure I always had priority access to her Gift. We never had a friendly relationship, but I knew she enjoyed my attention more than others. I was an attractive man. Far more than the others she serviced on a regular basis. She certainly loved my money and would gladly move things around to prioritize me. That was enough. Having to beg and plead to get a piece of ass like any other guy? Fuck that. I was better than those bottom feeders.

That all changed when he showed up. Mr. Psychopath. I didn’t care that she raised prices. If anything, she should be charging more. Too much demand for too little supply. A hefty price hike would reduce the rabble I had to share her Gift with. The problem was this ‘boyfriend’ of hers had thrown everything into disarray. She canceled, refusing to prioritize them in rescheduling, and took days off. She didn’t even give priority to men like me, insisting on an asinine first-come-first served style reservation system. Fine. Whatever. I was a reasonable man and could adapt. Again, money solved these issues. Wiggle some cash in front of her and she would create a slot just for me.

It was the removal of certain perks was where I drew the line. A few guys said they felt no difference between using a condom or not when it came to her Gift. They had no fucking idea what they were talking about. Dumping a load in her tight cunt made the hit all the better. She should be thankful for the privilege. None of the other women had that honor. Not even my girlfriend.

With it becoming harder to properly secure one of those precious slots, I decided to try out some alternatives.

What a fucking waste of time.

The women who sold their ‘Gifts’ were pathetic. Even for the insignificant price of a few hundred, a thirty-minute lukewarm buzz was an insult. I even flew halfway across the world and dropped nearly six grand for a night with the woman widely accepted to have the most powerful pleasure-based Gift in the world. I’ll admit it was good, and the sex was far better than Chloe could give, but an hour later and the effect was already wearing off. By the end of the day, it was gone completely. It took Chloe’s a full day to noticeably fade, and nearly a week to disappear completely.

Chloe was the only one worth paying for, even if it meant dropping five or six grand a month for it. A price I would gladly pay per visit if need be. Even if I had to pay extra to cut the line or an extra grand to make sure it was a proper fuck. Mom made a fuss about the expenses, especially when she found out what it was going towards. The nerve. Dad spent over ten grand a month on all his mistresses, and I couldn’t enjoy myself for less than half what he did? Ridiculous. Who knew how much she spent on her boy toy ‘secretary’ that went with her everywhere. I knew the two were fucking. Shit, I think she even loved him considering they knew each other long before she married my father. Insanity. How you could love a dude who constantly got himself cucked was beyond me. After all, the only reason why she had any money was because of Dad and she knew it. She married him for his connections after nearly bankrupting herself and her company. Piss him off, and all those cushy government contracts her company had went poof.

Dad didn’t even like Mom. She was useful and helped boost his political influence when he was younger, but that usefulness ended when she accomplished her life's purpose: having me. Didn’t even know why he kept her around anymore considering the absolutely stunning women that usually attended him. That was until he let me in on one of the most important lessons he’d ever teach me.

Power.

That was it. Power. He didn’t fuck Mom because he needed to. Hell, he didn’t even want to; not with all the other hot women he had. He did it because he could. To remind her of her place. She needed him, not the other way around. Mom submitted to him as part of the price she paid to maintain her empire. Cucked the love of her life time and time again to ensure things ran smoothly for her precious business.

Dad was an absolute legend.

Dad’s lesson didn’t truly resonate with me until recently. Pushing my Gift to the edge, having Chloe pick me over her psychotic boyfriend. That was power. Fuck, that was a rush. Exhausting, but the sex was sublime. Yes, it did seem she built up some resistance to my Gift because of it, but that didn’t matter. My Gift may have less effect on her than it usually did, but my money? Oh, that still worked just fine.

I strolled down the hall, making my way to the infirmary. My phone buzzed and I found a message from Hailey waiting for me. I put it back in my pocket without checking it. The girl tried too hard. One of the legion of women vying for my affection. Her parents were pushing her pretty hard for the connection. New money leeches **** for the benefits attaching themselves to my family would bring. Hailey herself was… fine. She had a divine body and was eager to please. Her main selling point was her acceptance of reality. She knew I slept with other women and never complained. A rarity. Shocking how many women got pissy when they found out they weren’t the only one enjoying my dick. Not Hailey though. She understood the pecking order.

Of course, she was my faithful girlfriend with eyes only for me. I wasn’t a prude who was against an open relationship or anything like that. In fact, I didn’t care enough about Hailey to be jealous of her getting dick elsewhere. But I made it clear what would happen if I found out she was playing elsewhere. Not because I cared, but because I could.

Dad was right. Nothing mattered but power.

Hailey could wait. I had a slot with Chloe with my name on it.

Some limp-dick, no-named bottom feeder was waiting at the library. A scrawny underclassmen excited to get his dick wet. Must not have gotten the memo. His slot was mine now. No way was I going after this worm.

My smile was practiced and warm. Another lesson from Dad: don’t discount the power of a good smile. It got people to lower their guard. For me, it had the added bonus of allowing my Gift to work better. Already, I was pushing out. Nothing too big, just a gentle nudge in the right place.

“Hey there!” I said, using a friendly tone. He blinked a few times, recognizing me.

“You’re Adam Morgan!”

“That’s me!” I said in a cheery voice. He introduced himself too, but I tossed the name. Why the fuck would I need that shit? “Here for Chloe?”

He blushed, looking around. I laughed, pushing with my Gift. “Relax, friend. No one around but you and me.” I clapped my arm around his shoulder, bringing him in close. “Here for the same thing myself.”

His face was still red as he nodded. Embarrassed as he was, the excitement in his face was clear as day. Such a pain in the ass. Chloe really needed to up her fucking standards. Then again, she was dating that psycho, so I guess that said a lot about her mental marbles.

“First time, friend?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I-is it obvious?”

I internally rolled my eyes. Yes. Yes it was. “Not at all, not at all, friend!” I said with a jovial laugh. I let the statement hang for a few seconds, then sucked in some air through my teeth. “It is a bit strange though.”

“H-huh?”

I took a breath, shifting my expression to one of confusion as I mimed thinking. “I know Chloe had me in the first slot today, but there are two of us here.” I hummed as if this were a huge problem. “Did she mess up? Double book?”

His eyes were wide. “Wha—”

“Did you come early?” He shook his head. “Oh dear. This could be awkward, friend. I mean, I’m a regular of hers so I know this is my slot…” I pushed with my Gift. “She must have made a mistake. But don’t you worry! I’ll make sure to get this all sorted out when she gets here.”

“But—”

How annoying. I pushed a bit more with my Gift. “Normally, I’d gladly step aside and let a noobie like yourself enjoy and talk with Chloe about staying a bit later than normal, but I’m crunched for time today…” I let my voice trail off as I felt my Gift do its work, nudging an emotion here or there. “Tell you what, friend. I feel bad about asking this of a friend like yourself, but mind if I cut in?”

He looked torn. Good. I let my Gift work its magic as I continued. “Say, friend, how much do you have on you?”

“F-five hundred?”

I tisked, shaking my head. Fucking paupers. “Chloe, Chloe, Chloe. Never properly telling the noobies what to expect. Good thing you met me, friend.” I let out a sigh, squeezing his shoulder. “Did you know Chloe charges a la carte for extras? It can break the bank if you aren’t careful.”

His eyes were wide. “She said five hundred…” He looked down at his pocket.

“Right, but that is just going to get her lying there until you finish. Hardly the type of experience you are wanting, friend.” I adjusted my expression to make it look like I had a great idea. “Why don’t I give you some extra spending money? Let me go first, and I’ll make sure you get a first time to remember!” I let him think on that for a moment, then moved in for the kill. “What do you say, friend?”

After a few minutes of pointless small talk, I watched the kid walk off with an extra five hundred in his pocket. I took a deep breath, fighting off a headache as I rolled my shoulders. Annoying that Chloe hadn’t handled that already. Five hundred to have the kid fuck off was nothing and would save the time of Chloe explaining to him that his betters went first.