Using a moist washcloth, I wiped my vagina and then did the same to his penis, gently cleaning his dick and balls. After I untied his wrists and removed the gag, I told him I was going to have a shower and I invited him to join me. Together, the hot water sprayed from numerous jets as we hugged in the oversized shower. My breasts pressing against his chest, his penis, still hard, pressing firmly against my stomach. My arms around his waist, and his hands resting against the titled wall, I looked up into his eyes and said, “I would like to come visit you in New York sometime soon.”
Shocked and elated, he responded, “Are you serious?”
8
The Set Up
It worked. Well, I should say, it worked out for Robert and Larry, but not me. Convinced I was serious, the plan to set up a meeting between Harvey and the agencies was looking better by the moment.
And, he said not to rush it.
“Wow, what a night,” Harvey said.
“You like it a little crazy, don’t you?” I replied.
“Mmhmm,” he said with a big grin, looking like a little kid in a candy shop.
We got out of the shower and wrapped up in complementary hotel bathrobes. We decided to order room service and get something to eat. For some reason, I was craving a hamburger and fries. Harvey ordered prime rib, red potatoes, broccoli and a dinner roll—go figure.
I finished with my sandwich and picked at the fries, dipping them in ketchup, Harvey was still eating his meal.
“So, what is it you do for a living?” I asked, knowing I was violating a Cat Tails rule: don’t get personally involved with a client. I did not care at that point. I was going to do what I needed to do to set up Harvey Goldman.
Chewing his steak, he said, “I’m an investment broker.”
“Really,” I replied, showing interest.
“Yep, and I’m damn good at what I do.”
“Investments,” I said. “Like the stock market?”
“Sort of, it’s complicated,” he replied.
“Can anybody invest with your company?” I prodded.
“If they’ve got money,” he responded with a chuckle. “Why, do you want to invest in something?” he asked and then added, “Just kidding.”
“I might,” I said. I reached over and grabbed a piece of broccoli from his plate, I put it in my mouth and started chewing. Two-seconds later, it was on my napkin, it was disgusting.
Harvey laughed and said, “It’s good for you.”
“I’ll stick to my burger and fries, thank you very much.”
He took a drink of his wine. I moved the conversation on, “I was wondering—” I paused. “Never mind.”
“What is it?” Harvey asked curiously.
“It’s nothing.”
“Just tell me,” he insisted.
“Well, when I go to New York….”
“Yes,” he perked up.
I continued, “When I go to New York, I would like to introduce you to my Uncle Pete (I made up a name for Larry on the fly) and his business partner. They are looking to do some investments, and when you mentioned you were a broker, I thought of them—Just a thought.”
“I don’t know,” Harvey hesitated. “I don’t like to mix business with pleasure.”
I tipped my head and stuck out my lower lip, like a little girl pouting because her dad said no to something she wanted. “Please, pretty please, with sugar on top?”
Harvey laughed. “We’ll see.”
***
Harvey flew back to New York the next day. He called me and sent a dozen roses to the Cat Tails Lounge every day. On Wednesday of that week, I received a package with a diamond necklace and on Friday, Harvey sent me diamond earrings that matched the necklace.
He could not go to Vegas that weekend, so we talked over the phone on Saturday and Sunday. This guy was a talker. He was such a gentlemen though. Two weeks later, Harvey was back in Vegas and we had plans to go out. He asked me if I was an adventurist.
“What do you have in mind?” I asked.
He wanted me to ride the roller coaster at the New York, New York Hotel and Casino. I agreed.
The ride was crazy fun and scary at the same time. We ate in the hotel restaurant, and then went up to my room, which became my second home when he was in town. I still had my room at the Monte Carlo.
The summer heat and humidity soaked my face until my makeup practically melted off and my hair was soaked with sweat. I hate to sweat, so I excused myself to get a shower, and of course, he joined me.
Naturally, I looked down and could not help but notice that his penis was swollen, long and hanging at least six inches. “Well,” I said, “somebody’s excited.”
Harvey looked down, back up, and said, “I—we like what we see.”
“Oh, you do now?” I said, staring down at his dick. “Well, then, bring that boy over here.” Harvey walked closer and kissed me on the lips as I reached down and gently caressed his cock. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, lightly tugging with downward motions as I felt his thickness swell like butter biscuits baking in the oven, until his prick was hard, firm and stiff.
Turning around, I leaned back into Harvey and pressed my ass cheeks against his hips, forcing his pecker between my butt crack, placing intense pressure against my hole and my pussy. He reached around with both hands, placing them on my hips, before pulling me in tight. His curved cock lurked, playing with my hole, until the tip of his cock penetrated the lips of my vagina. Leaning forward, as the hot water splashed on my lower back and buttocks, and feeling his dick pushing its way inside of me, I started to sense immense tingling sensations that I had never felt before.
Harvey moved his hands from my hips, up my waistline and to my underarms, before he jerked me backward. He took both hands, slid them down the back of my legs and stopped just above my calves. He gripped tight and with one thrust he lifted me up, spreading my legs as I hung suspended in midair. His curled cock, stiff and firm and pressing against my pelvis just above my clit, teased me for more. Reaching down, I wrapped my hand around his dick, gripping tight and guiding it toward my pussy; he lifted me higher, allowing a perfect aim for his dick to penetrate me.
His thick dick glided inside me. He elevated me and then lowered me, like a bodybuilder lifting weights. He slid his cock deep inside my vagina shaft and, as I floated in the air, he continued to bench press me as he fucked me from behind.
“Oh, my God, Harvey, that feels so good,” I said. Tilting my head back and grunting. “Fuck me. Fuck me!”
That free standing position allowed his cock to drive inside me until his curved pecker pressed against my inner wall—full and far. It was exhilarating and painful at the same time. Caught up in the ecstasy of the sexual shower, I forgot about everything else. Just like the water washing against our bodies, I felt clean, fresh and free. All I wanted at that moment was to feel his cock inside me.
“Let me down,” I said.
Harvey stopped lifting me immediately and froze in position, “Am I hurting you?”
“No, let me down and I’ll show what I want.”
Harvey lifted me high enough for his penis to slip out from inside me; cautiously, he guided me to me feet. Taking two steps forward, I leaned down, my hair nearly touching the floor. Spreading my legs apart, I placed my left palm against the wall to balance my weight; I took my other hand, reached beneath my crotch and placed my middle finger against my back passage. Slowly, I pushed my fingertip inside my ass and stopped.
“What do you want?” Harvey asked.
Pulling my finger out and sliding it back in my ass, I said, “I want to feel your cum inside me, right here.”
“Are you sure?” he inquired.
“I’m sure.”
With anticipation, I spread my legs apart.
Placing both hands against the shower wall, I bent over, Harvey grasped his cock in his right hand and, using his left, he separated my butt checks, opening my anus. He gently pressed the head of his cock into my ass.
I felt it enter me. It was so fucking tight.
Once his head was inside me, he placed both his hands on my buttocks, spreading my cheeks apart, opening my ass even more. In slow motion, he started rocking his hips back and forth, sliding his cock inside to loosen my anus. Then, spreading me as far apart as physically possible, he started to thrust his wide cock inside. It started to stretch me and I felt like it was going to tear me apart, but I wanted it all the way inside me.
“Ugh,” I grunted as I lifted my head upward.
Harvey recognized that my sound was not an erotic noise but a sound of pain. He immediately pulled his pecker out and said, “Are you all right? Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry, Kelly.”
He was genuinely and sincerely apologizing for going inside too far, too fast. He kept repeating, “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay, I’m all right.”
“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he replied. “Is this your first time?”
At first, I didn’t want to admit it, as I didn’t want to give away my cover.
“Yes, but it felt so good at first, with your head inside me. I want to feel your cum in my ass.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m damn sure,” I answered.
“Okay, let me try something.”
He repositioned his feet, spreading them apart, which lowered his aim. He slid his dick partially inside and started masturbating. The thrusting motions as he stroked himself allowed enough force to penetrate me without the tension. His head poked me each time he jerked his dick with pleasure and satisfaction. Faster and faster, he whacked his shaft, moaning with each stroke, until he grunted so loud. His hot wad burst into my ass; feeling each squirt sent chills up my spine.
I removed my right hand from the wall and placed it on my clit and, as he continued to shoot his cum inside me, I rubbed my twat. In less than 20 seconds, I started moaning, sensing my orgasm ready to explode. Harvey pulled his cock out of my ass and penetrated my pussy. His thick dick, smothered with his cum, slipped inside of me with ease. His entire 8-inch cock burst me open, as I blasted my cum against his pecker.
“Oh, God…Oh, God…yes…yes!” I screamed.
Wow, what a fucking orgasm!
My legs twitched in spasms, my whole body shook and I thought I was going to lose control.
I stood up, turned around and we hugged. Looking straight into his eyes, I said, “That was incredible.”
Staring back into my eyes, he replied, “I love you, Kelly…whatever your last name is.”
Oh shit. Not the “L” word. What do I say now? Oh, my God . . . Oh, my God . . . think Cindy, think!
Smiling back, I said, “Lee, it’s Lee, my last name is Lee.”
Fuck! Why did I say that? I guess it was better than saying, “I love you, too.”
***
The next morning, my phone rang and I looked over at the digital clock on the nightstand. It was 6:01 am. In total darkness, I grabbed my cell phone, flipped it open, and in a deep morning voice, I said, “Do you know what time it is?”
“Oh, crap, I forgot about the time difference.”
“Harvey, is that you?” I said.
“No, Kelly . . . it’s Larry . . . Larry Palmer. I’m so sorry, It’s nine o’clock in New York. I’ll call you back later.”
“You already woke me up, you might as well talk to me.”
“How’s it going?” he asked.
“Seriously, you wake me up at 6 am to ask me that?”
“What I mean is, how’s it going with Harvey? Is he onboard?”
“He’s ready when you are. Oh, yeah, by the way, I told him you were my Uncle Pete and that Robert is your business partner. But I didn’t give him a name for Robert, or what type of business you have. I figured you had that worked out already.”
“Okay, we can work with that.”
“Where are things with the investigation concerning my sister?”
“You’ll have to talk with Robert about that.”
“Look, I’m about to hand you Harvey Goldman. I expect something to be done about Penny’s murderer. If you won’t help me, well, damn it, I won’t help you.” I hung up the phone.
Ten minutes later, Robert called. I was still upset with Larry, feeling like nothing was happening, but Robert calmed me down. Alex turned over all the evidence to the FBI and Robert said they were conducting interviews, but the witnesses were not cooperating. He said they were either paid off, threatened or both. The good news was that a judge was willing to sign a warrant for the Coroner’s report.
Robert went on to say that once Harvey was indicted and that they would be able to launch a full investigation and tie up many of the loose ends. People would be more willing to talk once Harvey was behind bars.
Robert and I continued to talk about the set up. I explained that I was going to visit Harvey in New York and would introduce him and Larry. Robert shared where and how they would meet and I was to set up a meeting. I agreed and we hung up.
***
Two days later, Harvey called.
“Hey, Harvey, have you been avoiding me?” I said, drying my hair with a towel.
“Nah, been busy. Whatcha doing?”
“Just got out of the shower, I’m naked.” I said. Actually, I had my robe on.
“Stop,” Harvey replied. “You’re killing me.”
“I’m touching myself,” I declared, giggling.
“You’re so crazy.”
“And, you love it.”
We talked for a few minutes, and then I popped the question. “You ready for a visit?”
“You coming to New York?” Harvey asked.
“Yeah, my niece is having her sixteenth birthday party. I wasn’t planning on coming, but I figured, what the hell; I can see my Harvey this weekend.”
“This weekend?”
“Yes, is that okay?” I asked.
“Sure, it’s more than okay, it’s great!”
He was so excited. I could hear it in his voice. I mentioned the meeting with Uncle Peter and his partner and Harvey tried to get out of it, “I don’t know, I have a really tight schedule.”
“But I already talked to Uncle Pete this morning and told him you were willing to meet. I don’t want to disappoint him. Well, I’ll just call him and tell him that I can’t get the weekend off from work…”
“No, no, don’t do that. Okay, I’ll clear my schedule. But I can’t make any promises about any deals right now. Things are, well, I’m not sure I have anything they would be interested in.”
“Ah, that’s too bad,” I said. “They want to invest five hundred thousand dollars.”
“What, a half a million bucks?” Harvey clarified.
“That’s what I said, and if you can offer something offshore with guarantees, they said they might do a million. How’s that sound?”
“I think I have just the right deal. Where do they want to meet?”
It was as easy as melting butter on a hot summer day.
I passed on the information to Harvey — giving the day, time and location — and went back to drying my hair. I was brushing it out when a knock sounded at the door. I looked through the peep hole to see it was Reuben.
Oh, shit.
Reuben had been coming up to my room and slipping notes under the door. I promised to repay him and wasn’t dodging him, we just keep missing each other.
I reached down, untied my robe and opened it part way. I was still naked, so a portion of my breasts were showing and my shaved pussy was in plain view. Opening the door, I greeted him. “Hey, Reuben. Come on in.”
“Something to drink?” I offered.
“No, I’m good, still on the clock, actually.”
I told Reuben that I had a boyfriend so, no touching, no kissing and no contact. Then I said, “I can give you a show if you want to masturbate at the same time, deal?”
He agreed.
I instructed him to sit in the sofa chair, unzip his pants and pull out his dick. He ob
liged. Then I climbed up onto the kitchen counter, opened my robe, spread my legs and started rubbing my pussy in circular motions before sliding a finger inside. It didn’t take long for Reuben to get hard. I could see his dick sticking out above his hand.
Oh, my God. It’s huge!
My pussy was getting wetter by the minute.
“You like what you see?” I asked.
“Fuck yeah,” Reuben replied.
He removed his shirt and continued to jerk his dick with one hand and pinch his nipples with the other. The more he stroked his dick, the bigger it grew. I was in shock. His pecker reached his bellow button. It was so large, easily nine or ten inches. I was supposed to be turning him on, but he was getting me horny. I wanted to fuck him so bad, but I didn’t know him so I wasn’t taking any unnecessary risks. All the clients at The Cat Tails Lounge had to take blood tests or we did not have sex with them.
I figured that if I couldn’t have his big, long prick, I would use my own. I scooted down off the countertop, and took an enormous 12-inch life-like dildo from the closet. Removing my robe, I climbed back upon the granite countertop, spread my legs, lubricated the dildo with some gel and penetrated my pussy. Watching Reuben was a big surprise and I was horny as hell. I rammed the vibrating dick inside my vagina as far as I could, and then turned on the battery. The humming sound excited Reuben and he stroked harder and faster. I knew I was about to cum, but I wanted to satisfy Reuben so that he would leave. I decided to use “old faithful,” the sexy scowl, and then the kicker, the “F” word. It always works with men: “Fuck me. Fuck me,” I repeated, getting louder each time.
A knock on the door stopped me in my tracks. “Who is it?” I said.
“Madam Elaine.”
9
The Execution
I jumped off the kitchen countertop, grabbed my robe and hurriedly began to put it on. I whispered to Reuben, “Quick, go to the bathroom!”
Holding his cock, he said, “Do what?”
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