Thirsty Thursday (The Billionaires Temptations Book 4)

by Annalise Wells

  “Wait a few moments and grab your breath, we have him now, so we have time,” I say.

  “Bob, still the same reading?” I ask over the phone.

  “Yeah, he is there and not moving at all.”

  I hear Conor take some deep breaths. He breathes deep and exhales. “I am ready, are you ready?”

  “Yeah, I will keep the radio open. Just drop on the count of three,” I say.

  “Don’t you fucken worry, I will be dropping like a burst sack of potatoes,” he replies.

  “I see Conor,” Ty says.

  I peer through the scope. We watch as Conor makes his way down the glass covered landing toward the end apartment. We see the door, and I understand why the wall is such a problem.

  Conor raises his hand and pushes the buzzer on the door. There is no answer. He pushes the buzzer again and waits.

  The door finally opens, and The Kingmaker is in our sights.

  I hear Conor over the radio. “Two pizzas for room four twenty-five,” he says.

  There is silence. The mic can’t pick up The Kingmaker’s voice.

  The door goes to close.

  “Fuck, he is going to close the door,” Ty murmurs.

  “Wait, give Conor a chance,” I reply calmly.

  I watch as Conor scratches his head, I hear him on the radio. “Oh fuck, my first day on the job, and I have got it wrong, what does it say on my pad?” Conor says.

  I watch as The Kingmaker moves forward and picks up Conor’s pad and mouths something. Conor scratches his head.

  “Take the shot, take it now,” I call to Ty.

  Ty breathes deeply and he exhales, and I watch as he squeezes the trigger. I fix my eye to the scope. I whisper to Conor. One, two, three. I see Conor vanish from view.

  I stare through the scope. I see The Kingmaker look in this direction as he begins to move, the glass wall shatters, and the hallway changes from white to a dark crimson color.

  “I think you have hit him,” I say to Ty.

  We watch for Conor to stand. I hear him laughing over the radio. Conor stands, his face covered in what looks like blood. He looks through the window in our direction and laughs.

  “What is funny?” I ask over the radio. “Is it a hit?”

  “It is a hit all right, the guy has no head,” Conor says.

  “You mean it’s a head shot?” I ask.

  “No, the guy has no head, you hit him in the throat, and his head has come off.” Conor laughs a crazy laugh.

  “You better wash your face and get out of there,” I say. My breath comes back to me.

  I watch as Conor walks into the apartment. “Conor, get out of there, where the fuck are you going?” I yell.

  “Relax, I am just checking to see if there is anything useful,” he says.

  “Don’t fuck around, cops will be there soon,” I yell.

  “Ah, here we go,” I hear him say.

  Conor walks back out from the apartment. It looks like he is eating a slice of pizza.

  “Just be fucking quick, and don’t forget to burn that uniform,” I say.

  “Don’t panic,” he replies.

  Conor vanishes from view. There is no more we can do apart from wait for the backlash and maybe any media frenzy that will happen. Ty packs away the rifle, and we clear the roof. There is no sign we were ever there.

  We head down the stairs to the club. I see guests have started to filter from downstairs. We arrive at the spa, and the laundry trolley is waiting for Ty to climb aboard.

  He climbs inside, and he is wheeled into the elevator. We reach the reception area. I wheel the trolley toward the door. I see the laundry truck pull to the curb. I wheel the cart to the vehicle ramp and push it inside. The side door closes, and the van drives off into the midst of Chinatown.

  I stand in my dancer's costume and make a few dance moves for the cameramen, they take my picture, I smile and pose for their pictures.

  Tina moves up beside me. “How did it go?” she whispers.

  “Too good,” I reply.

  “What do you mean too good?”

  “Ty shot him in the neck,” I whisper.

  “And?”

  “Let’s just say, The Kingmaker finally lost his head,” I reply smiling.

  “Sweet Jesus,” she says.

  I lift my gaze from the photographers. Ty and Cally come walking from the market. It has only been five minutes since he left the club in a laundry trolley. The cameramen turn their focus onto them and snap away, mainly at Cally in a white sequined dress that has a slit up to her hip.

  “Is everyone here?” I ask.

  “There is only one more to come back,” Tina says.

  Conor, he is the one that had the most to do. I see a cab turn up the street. It slows before it reaches the crowd. Conor moves from the rear of the cab, he is carrying one of the pizza boxes. He walks past the crowd unnoticed, and I see he is in his uniform.

  “Everything okay?” I ask.

  “Yeah, the uniform is burned, and I gave the other pizza to a homeless guy,” he replies.

  “Why have you brought the other pizza?” I ask, curiously.

  “It is not pizza.”

  “What is it then?” Tina asks.

  “Information.”

  “A nice, soft, gentle squeeze doesn’t always have to be on a woman.”

  Tina

  “The Kingmaker is a real pain in the neck!”

  My heart races. We have finally done it, we have done the world a great service by ridding it of The Kingmaker. He had spent years messing with genetics and cloning. He was working through entirely unethical methods that would not be allowed to be practiced in conventional medicine.

  Orlando looked calm as if nothing had happened, so did Ty. I was amazed at their abilities, tonight. Conor was the most surreal one. He got showered in blood and still stood up and ate a slice of pizza, I was not sure if he was just super cool, or if he had a bit of a screw loose somewhere and was slightly detached. Maybe the Irish were just capable.

  We had stood outside for close to an hour. It was time to get away from the cameras and move upstairs to the club. The grand opening had gone through the first stage, now we had to see how it went inside the club.

  We all made our way toward the elevator. As the doors close, I stand and watch the staff clearing away all the empty champagne glasses from the tables. The photographers started to head off and write up their reviews of the opening. It was supposed to be secret, and the actual happenings in the club would be secret, or at least to any prying paparazzi that wanted to snoop inside.

  We had a strict no camera and no phone policy, and all electrical gadgets were left with the reception just outside of the elevator.

  We reach the club floor. As the elevator door opens, I hear the music at full volume. We walk into the club, and I turn my head to the stage. I immediately forget all about The Kingmaker as all my feelings for the club atmosphere return. My nerves are gone, and once again, I feel at home.

  “Well Tina,” Shona says, “it looks like it has so far been a success.”

  I smile to Shona with tears in my eyes. “I can feel it, and it feels fucking great!”

  Shona throws her arms around me and gives me a big hug. “I am so pleased for you,” she says.

  “I couldn’t have done it without your help.”

  “We just provided the workmen and the money, everything else has been down to you and Orlando,” Shona says.

  “It has been hard work, and it all looks worth it,” I say.

  We walk over to the bar. Conor has had a shower and got rid of the burning smell that was on him when he arrived. Dillon is wowing guests with his cocktail-making skills.

  “Who is that kid?” Shona asks. “He’s hotter than hot.”

  “You won’t believe me, he is the kid who I got the uniform off. He was in the process of resigning as I walked past the pizza place door,” I explain.

  “Yummy,” she says.

  “I am going to go
into the office and see if there is anything on the news,” I say.

  “Okay, I will see you in a while.” Shona smiles.

  I walk into the office and can see the pizza box on my desk. I walk over and take hold of the cardboard lid. I slowly lift the lid and look inside.

  I look up as Orlando walks in and closes the door behind him. “What is in the box?” he asks.

  “A black folder,” I reply, really curious.

  I remove the folder and put the empty pizza box on the floor. I turn the plastic cover on the folder. I start laughing as I read the first page.

  I look up to Orlando and smile. “What are you smiling at?” he asks.

  “I think this is more than enough information on my bosses, it looks as if The Kingmaker has been doing the same thing for his own benefit,” I say.

  Orlando walks behind the desk and stands behind me. I flick through the folder. All of my bosses are listed, and they each have a report, including dirt on them that will blow the black ops thing wide open.

  “Bob should have this, then he can start to scan it all,” Orlando says.

  I hold up a flash drive and smile. “This was in the box as well,” I say.

  “I don’t believe it, we can just copy that to the PC and Bob can blow the lid on everything,” Orlando says.

  “They can’t get out of this, there are reports and memos here that link them to interfering with the CIA, FBI, and Homeland regarding genetic and cloning trials,” I say. “They are well and truly fucked.

  “You know what this means, don’t you?” Orlando says.

  “Yes, it means Beau, Ty and Joseph will be free, and I will be out of the service once and for all,” I say.

  “I think this calls for a celebration!” Orlando looks like heaven in a tuxedo.

  “Just turn on the television, I want to see if there is any news.” I kiss him on the cheek.

  Orlando turns on the TV and I flick through the news channels. There is nothing at all. It is evident they got there and cleared the mess up. I finally understand why my bosses wanted The Kingmaker; it was not for his knowledge of genetics and cloning, it was for the black folder that I was holding in my hands. The agency would already know about the genetics and would be working under their own steam regarding that, or they would, at least until this was released all over the internet.

  “Quick, put it in the safe out of the way, but hide the flash drive somewhere else, don’t keep them together,” I say.

  “I think the flash drive will be safer upstairs, at least then, no one will know it exists, even if they find the folder,” Orlando says.

  “Now we can go and pass on the good news to the others, it is a good start, but it is not quite over.”

  “Soon, very soon it will be, we can see the light at the end of the tunnel,” Orlando replies. He gives me a wink and I am so proud of him.

  I open the safe and place the folder inside. I walk back around my desk and walk to the door.

  We head out from the office. I see everyone at the VIP table; buckets of ice cold champagne sit on the center of the crisp white table cloth. Cally, Stacey, and Shona turn and face me. I feel tears welling up inside me again. My girls are going to be safe, everything I wanted is slowly becoming a reality.

  I sit next to Stacey. “Is everything okay?” she asks.

  “Everything is going to be fine,” I reply, trying not to cry.

  She puts her hand on my thigh and squeezes. Her head moves closer toward me. “I always knew you would look after us,” Stacey says.

  “I always have done, and I always will do,” I reply.

  “We need a toast,” Orlando says.

  “What are we toasting to?” Joseph asks.

  “We are toasting to new beginnings,” I reply.

  “That is good enough for me,” Joseph replies.

  Beau raises his hand to speak. “I, or should I say we have a confession to make,” Beau says.

  “What is that?” I ask. Everyone around the table looks eager about what Beau is going to say.

  “We have decided to open another club,” he says.

  “Another club, in the city?” Orlando asks.

  “No, a bit further away,” he replies, now smiling.

  “A different state?” Orlando asks.

  “No, a different country altogether,” Beau says. He has a wide grin and so does Shona.

  “Cool, what country have you decided upon?”

  “We were thinking of Jamaica, that is one of the in places, and we still have lots of cash to get rid of,” Beau says.

  “What sort of club?” I ask.

  “Have you heard of that resort, Hedonism?” Beau asks.

  “Yeah, you can go naked if you like and hook up with whoever is willing,” I say. A smile beams over my face.

  “We were looking at something similar, but good enough to just totally blow the experience out of the water.”

  “Hell, you can do a resort and not just a club, don’t limit yourself,” Joseph says.

  “That is what we thought, we just have to find a location, maybe an old place to buy, or a lot of land and build new,” Shona says.

  “Who would you have to run it?” I ask.

  “Not sure yet. We have to give it some consideration,” Shona says.

  “Does anyone else have surprises hidden that they want to share with everyone?” I ask.

  Everyone shakes their heads around the table and smiles. I hear a voice behind me.

  “I have something to say,” Conor says.

  “Yes?” I ask.

  “I was just wondering if you had all considered the favor that you were going to repay me with,” Conor says.

  “You picked the right time to come up with that,” Shona remarks, laughing.

  “You know us Irish, we like to strike while the iron is hot,” he replies.

  “I think the iron is more than hot at the moment, it was less than an hour ago you were standing eating pizza over a dead body,” I say

  He laughs. “I just want free lap dances and a regular room with one of the hookers. I’d like to try them all out, over time.”

  The whole table laughs. “Of course, just pencil it in. Room Sixty-Nine at whatever time you like,” I say laughing a roar of laughter.

  “To be sure to be sure.” I do hope it’s not going to be a pain in the neck.”

  Shona laughs. “Conor, you really are a gem!”

  Beau adds to the conversation. “You can have anything you want. You saved us all.”

  “Just the hookers. That will do me just fine!”

  “The Kingmaker is a real pain in the neck!”

  Orlando

  “Audience participation can be a wonderful feeling.”

  The champagne is flowing, and everyone is enjoying themselves. We have had a few shows so far, this evening. Straight dancing was first, and then we had girls with guys doing an erotic dance where they writhed around on stage. I can see all the couples are getting excited.

  If the shows got any raunchier, we could end up with a full-on orgy with all the guests. I had to admit, I was getting aroused at the shows.

  I pick up my champagne glass as I put my other hand on Tina’s leg. I run my hand up her thigh, and the slit of her skirt falls open. My hand slides inside her dress and I run my fingers up higher.

  Tina puts her hand on my crotch and starts massaging my bulge. I feel the warmth spreading through my loins as my manhood reacts to her touch.

  “I have to go to the office for something, can you help me Orlando?” Tina asks.

  “Yeah, no problem,” I reply, knowing full-well what she wants.

  I stand up from the table and follow Tina to the office. I walk inside.

  “What do you need help with?” I ask, giving her bedroom eyes.

  “Just lock the fucking door will you,” Tina says, obviously horny.

  I turn and lock the door. I turn back to face Tina and see she is unzipping her dress. I smile as I step closer to her.

>   “I didn’t realize how much the shows would turn me on,” she says.

  “You are not the only one,” I reply. I feel my dick wanting to be inside her.

  I slip Tina’s dress from her shoulders and it falls to the floor, she stands in her blue satin bra and panties. I unbutton my shirt as she fumbles with the clasp on her bra. Her beautifully formed breasts make me salivate as she bends and slips her fingers inside the elastic of her panties. She slides them down her slender legs and steps free from them.

  I open the buckle of my pants and let them drop to the floor. My hard slab of muscle taut as I slip my shorts over my firm buttocks. I feast my eyes over Tina’s naked body.

  “Where do you want it?” I ask.

  “I want to watch the show through the two-way mirror.” Tina looks sexier than ever.

  Tina moves to the couch and rests her arms. She gazes at the show. A couple of the girls are giving a sensual blow job to the male dancers. I feel my cock growing as I step closer to Tina. She spreads her legs, and I run my hands over the velvety skin of her ass. My hand moves over her body, and my fingers caress her labia. Tina rocks her hips backward as I push my fingers slowly inside of her wet pussy. The moistness turning me on.

  I feel her, she is already very wet. Her pussy wanting me to drive myself harder and deeper inside her. I start to thrust my fingers, my tempo slowly increasing. My hand slaps against Tina’s wet pussy as I pleasure the secret part of her.

  Tina reaches back, and I feel her fingers wrap around the base of my shaft, she watches the show and begins stroking my cock back and forth in time to the faint music we hear coming from the stage.

  I push my hips forward as if I am fucking her hand, Tina draws her hand back to my loins, I see the head of my cock, the skin hard and taut. I slide with want and my fingers become soaked. She moans and groans as her juices flow faster. I can smell the sweet aroma of her pussy as I push my fingers deeper.

  “I am ready to fuck you,” I murmur. My dick has to feel her.

  “Good, the show is getting to the good part, and I am feeling horny,” Tina replies, looking at me with a fire in her eyes.

  I stand behind her and step closer. I grab hold of my shaft and rub it against the folds of her pussy. Her lips part and the head of my cock rubs her, extremely provocatively. She bites her lip and gasps at the anticipation.