The Jupiter Hotel

Heather Ravers tapped her foot impatiently as she stood in the hallway outside of the room her and her father were sharing tonight. It was a touch unusual that the rest of her family hadn’t attended the Valentine’s Day fundraiser and party this year, but her elder sister Taylor had been unable to get away from college, and her mother Monica had opted to stay and run the Ravers Resort in Robert and Heather’s absence.

That left just Heather and her father to make the journey south to Coral Sands, to the glittering Jupiter Hotel, the home of this year’s Valentine’s Day fundraiser. Officially, the night’s goal was to raise copious amounts of money for a wide array of good causes. Unofficially, it was a night for rich men to let loose in a luxury hotel with their wives. Or their mistresses, Heather supposed. Whichever one they preferred to spend Valentine’s Day with.

The party was for 18 year olds and over, so this was Heather’s first year in attendance, and she was excited for it. She’d gotten a brand new dress just for this occasion, a silky dark blue dress that hugged her curves generously. It also had quite the low-cut neckline, and Heather had spent several minutes in the mirror making sure it emphasized her creamy cleavage just right. Her dark brown hair was done elegantly tonight, styled in flowing waves that cascaded down past her well-displayed very large breasts.

At just 18, Heather Ravers was a walking wet dream for men young and old, and she knew it. Her plump, perfect lips were painted bright red tonight, and her electric blue eyes were bright and impatient as she waited for her father to emerge. He’d promised he’d be out in just a few minutes, but she’d been standing in the hallway for closer to 10.

She rapped her knuckles on the door, not for the first time, and exclaimed loudly. “Daddy! What is taking so long?”

It took a minute before her father opened the door, and Heather’s blue eyes flicked up and down his body as she took in his outfit. Robert Ravers wore a neatly tailored suit, a fine black tuxedo with a dark blue tie matching Heather’s dress perfectly. She smiled slightly at that, the corners of her plump mouth turning up slightly. Her mother Monica must have been behind that, only she knew what color dress Heather had selected for the evening.

“Sorry, pumpkin.” Robert smiled easily. It was a charming smile, Heather had to admit. Even at 40, it was easy to see why Robert Ravers was such a legendary name in town. He was ridiculously handsome, effortlessly charismatic, and age had done nothing to dull his charm.

“And I thought it was women who were supposed to take forever to get ready.” Heather huffed, linking her arm through the arm that Robert extended towards her. She thoughtlessly pressed up to his arm, her generous breasts wrapping around his upper arm as she glared at him.

“Your mother called, she was showing off the Valentine’s Day gift she got me.” Robert shrugged, leading Heather down the hallway. The Ravers pair passed door after door belonging to other rooms as they walked.

“She couldn’t wait until you got home?” Heather arched a perfect eyebrow skeptically. Robert chuckled at that.

“She was in a teasing mood tonight. Seems she wanted to make sure I was missing her like crazy.” Robert revealed.

“Do I want to know what the gift was?” Heather groaned as Robert pushed the button to call the elevator.

“It was a particularly enticing lingerie set.” Robert grinned. “She was looking fantastic in navy.”

“Too much information.” Heather wrinkled her nose. She knew exactly which lingerie set that her father was referring to, however. Heather had been there when her mother had bought it, and she’d even gotten her own matching set, only in a sultry dark red compared to her mother’s deep blue. Said lingerie was actually in Heather’s bag right at this moment. She wasn’t sure why she’d packed it, but it was new and a girl never knew when she’d need to dress to impress.

The elevator doors opened, and Robert led Heather inside, pushing the button for the lobby as the doors slowly slid closed.

“You excited for the party?” Robert asked, glancing down at his daughter.

“Very much so.” Heather nodded, gazing up at Robert. “I have a feeling it’s going to be a night to remember.”

———

Harvey Diamond leaned his elbow on the bar, grinning as he chatted amiably with the stunning woman seated beside him.

“And I must say, I find it incredible that you’re out here at this incredible party, on Valentine’s Day, with no date in sight.” Harvey shook his head. “I mean, you’re far too beautiful not to have someone looking after you tonight.”

“Oh? And I suppose you’re offering?” the woman retorted, smirking at him. She was a ravishingly sexy woman in her late thirties or early forties, but she looked fantastic tonight, her blonde hair elegantly pulled back in a intricate bun, her body clad in a velvet gown that teased at the woman’s curves and cleavage rather than flaunted them.

Harvey made a big deal of looking around before finally looking back to the amused blue eyes of the woman beside him. “I suppose I’m willing to make that sacrifice. I’m Harvey. Diamond.”

“Vivian. Talbot.” the woman replied, her voice slightly mocking. “It really is rare to meet somebody so selfless and noble, willing to spend their evening looking after a lonely woman.”

“It’s what I do, madam.” Harvey shrugged unabashedly. Vivian laughed, shaking her head.

“Sorry, Harvey. I’m afraid I’ve got more important things going on tonight than flirtation.” Vivian said as her drink arrived. “Have a lovely evening, though.”

“Oh, I’m sure I will. Come find me if your business wraps up, though.” Harvey suggested.

Vivian gave him a small smirk, indicating that was unlikely as she got up from her seat and wandered away into the party. Harvey sighed disappointedly and glanced around the crowded room.

Alas, a woman so beautiful and composed as Vivian typically was a hard sell. It didn’t damper his mood too much, however, the night was still young. However… there was something more important than a hook up tonight, and that was… Harvey’s eyes looked across the room again, this time focused and alert. He was looking for somebody very specific, and he was getting slightly alarmed at how long he had gone without finding her, until his eyes finally landed on her.

He smiled slightly, almost unconsciously, seeing his sole daughter and heiress, Whitney Diamond. Harvey’s goal tonight was to make sure no grubby businessmen got their hooks into Whitney, as unfortunately, she was far too appetizing a target for men unused to being told no. He should know, he was one of them. What a divine karma it was, for an infamous playboy who had done his fair share of heartbreaking to wind up with a daughter who men couldn’t help but gravitate towards.

He knew all too well what these men were looking for regarding her, and he’d be lying if he didn’t admit that he’d been similarly tempted by her. His Whitney really was just a little too enticing. Tonight, especially, she looked incredible. Her long, straight blonde hair streamed down her back like a golden waterfall, and her large breasts were looking fantastic in the skintight pink dress she wore, one that showed off her fit ass.

She had seemingly been approached by a well-dressed man in his early thirties, but from the looks of things, the man was quite shamelessly hitting on her. With a labored sigh, Harvey collected his drink, winking at the pretty bartender as he did so (who unfortunately seemed wholly unimpressed by his charismatic wink). He rose to his feet and crossed the party, weaving past smiling couples, chatting business partner, and wide-eyed newcomers to such a flagrant display of wealth.

Harvey didn’t quite recall who was hosting the party, but his close friend Dalton had informed him that it was important for Diamond Corp to make a showing. Harvey had pushed back against the idea at first, wondering why Dalton couldn’t go like he had in years past, but Dalton had had a deal to work out, and Harvey would much rather spend the night in a luxury hotel surrounded by beautiful women than in a stuffy office watching the words swim on a screen.

Which led Harvey and Whitney onto a private plane flying from the Midwest Honey Hollow to sunny California, where they’d gotten a room at the Jupiter Hotel. The view of the city was fantastic, and Harvey wound up being glad that Whitney had tagged along, he always enjoyed spending time with her. She hadn’t been invited on this little jaunt initially, but she’d told him that she was eager to ditch her maybe not so current college boyfriend for Valentine’s Day, and Harvey knew plenty about dodging relationship commitments.

Whitney’s eyes found him as he approached, and he saw her pretty blue eyes flick purposefully towards the man talking with her, a clear signal for ‘please intervene’.

“Ah, hello, pumpkin.” Harvey smiled, coming up and kissing Whitney’s cheek, putting his arm easily around his daughter’s slim, firm body.

“Hello, Daddy.” Whitney smiled back at him, leaning her head against his chest.

“Who’s this?” Harvey asked innocuously, looking towards the businessman who no longer seemed so confident.

“Oh, this is… Todd?” Whitney tried, and Harvey bit back a laugh at the frown on the man’s face.

“It’s-” he tried, but Harvey interjected before he could continue.

“Well, Todd, I’m sorry to break this up, but I’m afraid I need my daughter for something pressing.” Harvey explained, pulling Whitney away as he continued speaking.

“Bye, Todd!” Whitney called over her shoulder, snickering when she turned back around. “Ugh, he was such a sleaze.”

“He looked like one.” Harvey agreed, taking a sip from his drink.

“Well, thanks for the save, Daddy. How’d it go with the blonde at the bar? I saw you chatting with her.” Whitney replied mischievously. “Am I going to need to get a separate room?”

“Hilarious.” Harvey said wryly. “And no, you won’t. She’s busy tonight, apparently.”

“Riiight, so busy.” Whitney giggled. “Maybe you’re losing your touch, Daddy.”

Harvey shook his head as down south, he started feeling little twitches indicating something was waking up. Whitney’s pretty lips shaping the word Daddy always did him in. He just couldn’t help it, and he suspected she at least partially knew that, and enjoyed teasing him.

“I think I’m going to have to ground you for that one.” Harvey shook his head.

“Grounded for telling the truth?” Whitney asked innocently.

“That’s it, I’m leaving you here when I fly home.” Harvey decided, shaking his head again. “I can’t believe my own daughter would betray me so.”

“I’ll get a taxi to Amethyst Shore and spend a few days relaxing on the beach before Uncle Graham or Uncle Dalton came to pick me up. They’re much nicer than you are, after all.” Whitney shrugged. “Not a bad vacation, all in all.”

Harvey laughed, trying to push aside the mental image of Whitney in a revealing bikini. He most definitely should not be thinking like that.

Whitney was going to get him in serious trouble one of these days.

———

Skylar Wayne strode through the partygoers in the ballroom of the Jupiter Hotel, her green eyes flicking across the crowd. She was a gorgeous young woman, and reveled in it. Tonight, she wore an emerald gown that didn’t quite fit the theme of the evening, but complimented her eyes perfectly. She stuck out like a sore green thumb, but she didn’t half mind the attention it gained her.

Not that she needed it, really, she was something of a local celebrity around here. Especially in Amethyst Shore, her hometown about an hour west of here, but the Wayne family name was prestigious enough for her reputation to follow her here to Coral Sands. Didn’t hurt how much business that Wayne Incorporated did here with various businesses, many of which were owned by the men and women surrounding her.

She spotted a familiar face in a blonde young woman two years her senior, an absolutely stunning girl with ample tits practically spilling out of her scarlet red dress, something Skylar had to pause to drink in appreciatively.

“Hey, Ang.” Skylar winked at the extremely buxom blonde, who smiled at her.

“Hi, Skylar.” Angela Talbot replied with a smile, and the pair of beautiful blonde rich girls kissed each other’s cheeks before Skylar slid past the voluptuous scarlet-clad young woman.

Several others greeted Skylar as she went, many of whom she recognized, many who she didn’t. One familiar face paused to put his hands on her hips and kiss her cheek, something Skylar accepted with a smirk. She even gave her hips a flirty little wiggle, something she would think that the head of HR at Wayne Incorporated wouldn’t be as eager about as he was. She laughed, giving Michael Slate a goodbye as she moved to her true destination: her daddy’s side.

“There you are, angel.” Jonathan Wayne smiled, kissing Skylar’s forehead as she sidled up to him.

“Hi, Daddy.” Skylar beamed, leaning into him as she looked at who he had been speaking to. A thin man with dark red hair and glasses wore a gray suit, Skylar recognized him as John Blackson, a father of a friend of hers. He ran Onyx Technology, a subdivision of Wayne Incorporated.

“We can talk about the integration on Monday.” her father said with a polite smile, shaking the other John’s hand.

“Of course, sir. I’ll see you then. Have a good evening. You, too, Ms. Wayne.” John said, inclining his head to both Waynes before presumably going to find his wife Katherine.

“Thanks for the save.” Jonathan chuckled, bumping Skylar affectionately with his hip.

“You looked incredibly bored. No way to spend your Valentine’s Night.” Skylar shrugged.

“In my defense, your mother usually keeps me awake during these kind of parties, and she’s stuck back in Amethyst Shore.” Jonathan remarked with a grin.

“Maybe Sam shouldn’t have totaled his car like an idiot.” Skylar rolled her eyes. “I drive way faster than he does, and how many crashes have I been in?”

“Like, five!” Jonathan laughed.

“Sure, but not because I hit something stationary!” Skylar protested. “It’s usually some dumbass who can’t drive properly.”

Jonathan shook his head in exasperation, moving towards the bar.

“Don’t worry though, Daddy, I’ll be happy to take Mom’s role for the night.” Skylar said cheerfully, linking her arm through his. “Think of me as your personal alarm clock.”

“Hopefully it’s not you who falls asleep.” Jonathan said knowingly, pecking Skylar on the temple as her mouth opened, offended. She closed it soon after, grumbling. Maybe she had a tendency to bore easily, but she wasn’t narcoleptic or anything.

As Jonathan ordered drinks from the cute, petite bartender, Skylar’s eyes flicked over her father. He was roguishly handsome, with an easy grin and a slim but muscular build. His blonde hair was artfully tousled, and his green eyes were darker than her own, mixed a bit with brown. Skylar had inherited her mother’s bright grass-green eyes, and she’d always liked them.

She’d also inherited her mother’s large breasts, and she certainly liked those. She was sort of a winning combination of her parents’ genetics, with her father’s height, her mother’s long smooth legs, her father’s charm, and her mother’s ample chest. The only thing she was slightly miffed about was that she hadn’t inherited Sophia Wayne’s flawless round ass. Skylar didn’t have quite as much going for her derrière as her mother did, which eternally annoyed her.

“What are you staring at?” Jon raised an eyebrow, making Skylar jolt out of her thoughts.

“Huh? Sorry, just thinking of Mom’s ass.” Skylar shook her head.

“Been there.” Jonathan agreed, and Skylar smacked him in the chest.

“You brought it up!” he protested.

“Your drink, sir.” the bartender cut in, looking extremely amused.

“Thanks.” Jonathan told her with a smile, lifting it up.

“Can I get one?” Skylar arched an eyebrow.

“After you just hit your own father?” Jon arched his eyebrow right back at her. Skylar huffed, making Jonathan laugh as he handed her his drink. Skylar took a sip of it, nodding thoughtfully.

“Could be stronger.” Skylar licked her lips.

“I’m not here to get blackout drunk, it’s perfect.” Jon shrugged. The pair of Waynes moved away from the bar, and they walked through the party quite aimlessly.

Jonathan was extremely well-known here in Coral Sands, and while there were plenty of partygoers from further away, most of the locals knew Jon by sight, and they endeavored to greet the great Jonathan Wayne. Skylar was unspeakably annoyed by it, but she’d sworn to replace her mother at tonight’s party, and Sophia Wayne was unfailingly polite. She noticed her father’s surprise when she greeted total strangers so cheerfully, which she found gratifying. Several people even called her ‘delightful’, which Skylar had to agree with.

“OK, that drink must have been stronger than I thought, you were just polite to them! My daughter, making small talk!” Jonathan exclaimed when they had a respite, a brief clearing forming around them naturally as the partygoers moved around the ballroom.

“I told you, I’m your replacement for Mom this evening.” Skylar said, shrugging stylishly and smirking at her father.

“I guess I pictured you replacing her with more of your… characteristic sarcasm.” Jonathan shrugged.

“Please, I can meet and greet with the best of them.” Skylar huffed, waving a hand airily. “I just, you know, hate doing it.”

“There she is.” Jonathan chuckled.

The next people she found her father greeting were a bit different than the rest, partly because it was a little like looking in a mirror. Before Skylar and Jonathan stood what must also be a father-daughter pair, the father of which was a ridiculously handsome man with dark hair that had Skylar’s eyes widening with interest. His electric blue eyes met her bright green ones, and he gave her a charming smile, one that was almost a little bit too knowing.

On his arm was a girl who clearly must be his daughter, with the same electric blue eyes and dark brown hair. Unfairly, Skylar thought, the girl who was supposed to be her mirror was sensually curvy and had very large breasts that blew Skylar’s out of the water. She wore a deep blue dress that made her curves look incredible, and Skylar found her eyes lingering just as much on the sinfully sexy daughter as the handsome, charming daddy.

“Robert!” Jonathan grinned, and the men hugged like old friends, which clearly surprised Skylar’s unfairly busty brunette blue-eyed mirror as much as it did Skylar herself.

“Jon! Been a while.” Robert grinned. “How’s Sophia doing?”

“Oh, she’s doing good. What about you, you manage to keep Monica from finding out that she settled just yet?” Jonathan retorted with a smirk.

“The ruse remains alive.” Robert chuckled. “And this enchanting young woman must be Skylar, unless Sophia somehow hasn’t aged in 20 years.”

“Skylar Wayne.” Skylar put in, extending her hand to the man, Robert. He smiled, taking it and kissing the back of her hand. She rather liked the feeling of his lips on her skin, she couldn’t lie.

“He thinks I’m enchanting.” Skylar stage-whispered to her father, who looked amused. She noticed, however, that his eyes kept flicking to Robert’s daughter, one particularly deep, creamy part of her. It was unfairly magnetic, Skylar thought sourly, but seeing her father ogle it made her even more jealous.

“Heather Ravers.” the buxom brunette said with a sultry smile that made Skylar equal parts annoyed and attracted.

“Pleasure to meet you.” Jonathan grinned with a look that said he was only experiencing the attracted part, not the annoyed part.

“Have you ran into Harv yet?” Robert asked. “I saw him and his daughter talking earlier, but didn’t make it to them before they had moved on.”

“Yeah, it’s really crowded here tonight.” Jonathan agreed, casting his gaze around.

“How do you two know each other, then?” Heather spoke up, those gorgeous blue eyes flicking back and forth between the two men.

“Well, back in our younger years, the two of us and a fellow rascal named Harvey Diamond got up to some fun summertime shenanigans.” Jonathan began.

“Yup.” Robert chuckled, looking wistful. “We were much less duty-laden men at that time, and we had a lot of fun. Wound up starting quite the lifelong friendship, though we haven’t seen each other in nearly two decades.”

“Yeah, I think last time I saw you, Taylor had just been born.” Jonathan nodded thoughtfully.

“That’s right.” Robert agreed. “That’s why Monica wasn’t there that time.”

“Can’t believe it’s been that long.” Jonathan shook his head. “Whitney and the twins weren’t even alive then.”

“Well, well, well.” a voice said, and Skylar turned to see a ruggedly handsome blonde man walking up, joined by yet another ridiculously sexy girl clad in a sexy dress. This girl had long, straight blonde hair, light blue eyes, large breasts, and a slim, fit body. She wore a tight pink dress that looked practically skintight, though it showed off nowhere near as much cleavage as Heather’s.

“Who let you in?” Jonathan laughed, hugging the blonde man who must be Harvey Diamond. Robert stepped up next to hug Harvey, and as their fathers embraced, Skylar, Heather, and Whitney sized each other up.

Skylar saw Heather’s eyes on her breasts, watched them slide down her hips and down her long, long legs. She saw Heather and Whitney get into something of a silent staring contest, then Whitney looked towards her, eyebrow raised skeptically.

“Girls, this is Whitney Diamond, Harvey’s daughter.” Robert said, putting one hand on Heather’s back and the other on Skylar’s. She fought the urge to shiver at the handsome dark-haired man’s touch, and nodded politely to Whitney. Robert’s hand stroked seemingly thoughtlessly down her spine before coming away to slide into his pocket, his other arm settled around Heather’s waist.

“Pleasure to meet you both.” Harvey grinned, extending his hand to shake Heather and Skylar’s hands. Skylar smirked when she saw the handsome, more rascally of her father’s friends not so subtly check out her and Heather, but neither teen girl was particularly bothered by the attention.

“Why haven’t they been hanging around the house instead of old businessmen?” Skylar raised an eyebrow, looking back and forth between Harvey and Robert.

“Well, I live quite a distance away, but if I’d known there were such beautiful views here, I might have visited sooner.” Harvey said with a grin.

“Harvey.” Robert and Jonathan said at once, before grinning at each other.

“What? I could have meant the beach!” Harvey protested, holding up his hands innocently.

“We both know you didn’t.” Jonathan chuckled. Harvey shrugged, his blue eyes locked on Skylar’s with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. Unconsciously, she found herself biting her lip. God, if she wasn’t careful, Harvey Diamond was going to have her twirling hair around her finger like a bad porn parody.

“Why don’t we let the girls talk for a while, and we’ll go catch up over a drink?” Harvey suggested, raising his eyebrows towards his old friends.

“Sounds good to me.” Jonathan shrugged. Robert agreed as well, and the three men slipped off with quick goodbyes, leaving three gorgeous heiresses in their wake.

“So… you two live here?” Whitney asked curiously.

“Not quite.” Heather replied, a bit coolly. “I’m a few hours north.”

“I’m about an hour west, in Amethyst Shore.” Skylar said, childishly determined to be nicer than Heather was.

“Ooh, that’s supposed to be quite the vacation spot, isn’t it?” Whitney asked, tapping her finger to her lips.

“If you want vacation spots, my daddy runs a resort that’s hard to beat.” Heather put in.

“My family owns plenty of beachfront property.” Skylar replied briskly. “Private beaches, a beach house, the works.”

“OK, what’s up with you two?” Whitney asked, waggling a finger between Skylar and Heather. “Old frenemies? I know a bit about that.”

“No, we just met.” Skylar shook her head.

“Really?” Whitney asked in surprise. “You’re snapping at each other like crazy.”

Skylar and Heather looked uncomfortably towards each other before Skylar sighed. She turned towards the incredibly chesty brunette and extended her hand.

“Sky.” she offered. Heather glanced down at the hand for a second before smiling slightly.

“Heather.” she replied, squeezing her hand. Skylar felt sparks fly a bit as she gazed into Heather’s eyes, enjoying the small smile teasing at the brunette’s plump lips.

“Was that so hard?” Whitney remarked, hands on her hips. “I’m Whitney, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you.” Skylar smiled.

“So, if you just met, did either of you two know about our dads being friends?” Whitney asked conspiratorially, glancing over towards where they were chatting.

“Nope.” Skylar shook her head.

“I’ve heard him mention your dad’s name.” Heather said, tipping her head towards Whitney. “Had no idea they were like the Three Musketeers back in the day.”

“Yeah, I was pretty surprised to see him hugging two handsome strangers from California.” Whitney agreed.

“Definitely a surprise.” Skylar nodded.

The girls turned away from their chatting fathers, and Skylar cast her gaze around the party idly. She was the tallest of the three girls, which was no surprise, Skylar usually found herself to be taller than most girls. Helped make her legs look even better though, so she didn’t much mind. Her mother had suggested volleyball, but Skylar much preferred cheerleading over team sports.

“It’s nice to have someone to talk to at these things.” Skylar said warmly. “Usually it’s just men three times my age.”

“Tell me about it.” Whitney grumbled. “Fortunately, Daddy tries to dodge as many company get-togethers as he can.”

“I don’t have to go to too many of these, but they’re usually very, very boring.” Heather agreed. She slid a hand out and found Skylar’s arm, fingers dancing along it as she smirked at her, then at Whitney.

“This one’s definitely not though.” Skylar said, and Heather and Whitney both made noises of agreement.

“You know, there’s a dance floor over there that’s just begging for some eye candy.” Whitney mentioned, gesturing over her shoulder.

“I’m down for some dancing.” Heather shrugged.

“Works for me.” Skylar smiled, lacing her fingers first with Heather’s then reaching out and taking Whitney’s hand. Both girls squeezed her hands, and they moved off to the aforementioned dance floor.

———

Over at the bar, three men were sitting and laughing, reminiscing of times long past. Robert Ravers smiled seeing Jonathan and Harvey again, it had been quite a while since the three of them were in the same spot.

Jonathan was the youngest of their trio, but the three men had met somewhere around their college years, when they’d all been rather wild and free. They had yet to settle down and marry, so this was the time in their lives when they were sleeping around the most. Plenty of gorgeous college girls had wound up in bed with one of the three men, and sometimes they’d even shared some girls on occasion. Robert still fondly remembered when him and Jonathan swapped a pair of cheerleaders back and forth all night.

As years went by, distance had proven the end of their friendship, but they still reached out occasionally. Tonight, however, it felt like there had been no gap at all. All three of them were in drastically different places in their lives, yet the core of their friendship remained the same.

Most notably, however, change-wise, was when Harvey pointed out a pair of triplets, Robert and Jonathan had to refuse. Robert chuckled seeing Harvey, and Jonathan a little bit, ogle the three stunning identical ladies. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t check them out, too, but he wasn’t full on ogling.

His electric blue eyes slid away from the triplets while the other two men continued looking on, talking quietly, Robert’s eyes landed on a breathtaking sight. He blinked, once, twice, then had to fight a grin from spreading across his face as he felt a stirring down south.

Across the lavish ballroom, on the dance floor, Robert’s eyes had landed on a pair of ridiculously sexy eighteen-year-old girls, who were grinding right there on the dance floor. Heather, his daughter who was far, far too sexy for her own good, had her hands on the slim hips of Skylar Wayne, and Robert watched in awe as Skylar was grinding back against Heather while Heather grinned, holding Skylar’s body firmly to her own.

His cock twitched traitorously, and he told himself it was just Skylar doing him in like this, but he knew it wasn’t just the blonde causing his situation. It was Heather, too, the way her tits were so lusciously exposed by her low-cut dress. The waves of her brown hair, the exact same shade as her mother’s, his own electric blue eyes gleaming in porcelain face. And that face… she was so beautiful it ached, and she could look so ridiculously sexy when she tried.

Robert wasn’t sure where Whitney had gotten to, but he was enchanted by his view of Heather and Skylar. His daughter, looking so, so sexy as she rubbed up on the blonde’s ass. And Skylar was incredibly sexy as well. Long legs in an emerald gown that showed off her incredible figure and perky large breasts.

Thoughts rose up in his brain, of Skylar gasping as Robert fucked her. Then he looked up and saw Heather riding her face, naked tits bouncing, and felt his cock pulse again.

“You alright? You look distracted, Rob.” Harvey’s voice cut in, and Robert blinked, looking towards his old friend.

“Huh? Yes, yes, I’m fine. I just… I’m going to go get another drink.” Robert said. Jonathan and Harvey nodded, and Harvey clapped him on the shoulder as Robert stood up and made his way towards Skylar and Heather, focused on them like a dog with a bone… until a young woman stepped into his path, looking lovely in pink.

“Mr. Ravers.” Whitney Diamond smiled, smirked, really. Her blue eyes, shades lighter than his and Heather’s, flicked up and down Robert’s body, and Robert witnessed the exact moment she spotted the bulge in his pants that he could not hope to hide. Those pretty light blue eyes widened slightly, and then looked back up to meet him.

“Ms. Diamond.” Robert replied, drinking in the view of her. Her long straight blonde hair, her large breasts, the way that that tight pink bandage dress clung so perfectly to the shape of her… how in the hell had he, Harvey, and Jonathan all been blessed by such sexy daughters? Or cursed, rather, might be the more fitting word.

“Care to dance?” Whitney asked, then, fluttering her eyelashes a bit, she bit her lip. “Or… we could go somewhere more private.”

Her words, coupled with her sultry expression, caused another throbbing in his pants, and her offer was one that Robert certainly could not ignore.

“Privacy sounds good.” Robert agreed with a grin. “Just… give me one second. I’ll meet you by the elevators.”

“Sounds good, sir.” Whitney said teasingly, teasing her lip with her tongue as she headed towards the elevators.

Robert wondered privately if he was being a dumbass as he wheeled around and made a beeline back for Harvey and Jonathan.

“Men, I’ve got something I need to take care of.” Robert cleared his throat. He studiously avoided looking at Harvey as both men laughed knowingly.

“You want my room key?” Jonathan grinned, holding it up. “Penthouse.”

Robert raised his eyebrows appreciatively. “I’ll take it.”

“We’ll make sure Heather never even notices you’re gone.” Harvey chuckled.

“I appreciate it.” Robert chuckled back, his eyes looking in Harvey’s direction, but not quite at Harvey. It was hard to look a friend in the eyes and thank him before going off and fucking his daughter, though… it hadn’t been the man’s daughter that time, but Robert had done something fairly similar before.

With the unexpected penthouse key in his hand, Robert walked briskly from the ballroom, the heat and excitement in his pants matched by the heat and excitement in his gaze as his eyes landed upon the beautiful blonde vision in pink who stood waiting for him.

Robert pushed the elevator button, offering Whitney his arm. She hooked her arm through his, and Robert was struck by the déjà vu he was getting of Heather doing the exact same thing when they were waiting for the ascending elevator.

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. Robert and Whitney stepped into the elevator, and he glanced down at the sexy blonde as he pushed the button for the penthouse. The doors slid closed, and Robert did not waste a second before grabbing Whitney Diamond by her hips and pulling the sexy thing close.

Her blue eyes widened in surprise before his mouth was on hers and then they were kissing. Whitney rubbed up against the bulge in his pants, and he pressed it just as firmly into her.

Robert’s hands grasped at Whitney’s thighs, just below her ass, and he lifted the model-like blonde, enjoying how her legs wrapped around him. Their mouths stayed connected as Robert held her there, kissing her soft lips as he waited for the elevator to reach the top floor.