by K D Grace
‘Oooh Mr Chase, please be gentle with me. I’ve never been with a man before and you’re sooo biiig,’ Elsa said out loud in a mock-girlish voice. Foreplay in a limo. Of course it would be Nick Chase she’d think of. After he had stormed off last night, she’d given herself a serious finger-fucking when she was alone in her bed trying to unwind after a day that had gone on for ever. It wasn’t just the thought of him coming into Mount Vegas to finish out Tanya’s contract, all knight-in-shining-armour-like, it was that he’d even consider such a thing to begin with – blaming himself for Tanya’s bad behaviour. OK, so he’d left in a huff when he found out what fulfilling her contract would involve, but he’d left with a hard-on, and one it didn’t take 20/20 vision to see. Five would get you twenty he’d had to stop and jerk off before he got back home. She wondered if he’d even made it out of the building before he’d had to answer the call.
God, how she’d love the chance to handle that cock! Wouldn’t it have been something if Nick Chase had agreed to see out Tanya’s contract? Elsa’s panties got moister at the thought. Wouldn’t she just love the chance to train that boy up? With those drowning-deep cinnamon eyes and that slightly mussed bedroom hair that had the bronze shimmer of desert heat about it, training him would be no hardship. He’d be a huge hit with the clients. She wished she’d have found a way to get that shirt off him. It was quite obvious the man was built for filth, and he was not the kind of man she figured spent hours in the gym to get that way. He spent time in the sun, she’d bet. The bit of research she’d managed before he stormed the castle to rescue Tanya said that he owned a place with a couple acres outside town and that he’d inherited the limo business from his father. Not his first choice, the Vegas limo business, especially not for someone with Nick’s background. She wondered if his hands were calloused. She loved the feel of callouses against her more sensitive bits. She crossed her legs to get a good squeeze where she needed it and thought about guiding Nick Chase’s fingers to those sensitive bits to check for callouses.
It was hard to get comfy in her chair as she read through Mrs K’s specs. Seriously, she would almost be willing to play the submissive virgin if Nick Chase was her billionaire, and certainly he had that surly billionaire look about him. And oh, the way he did guilt! Mrs K would burn out her vibrator in a fit of lust at the sight of him “devirginising” Elsa.
Elsa was just reaching in the drawer for her own vibrator to see where fantasies of Nick Chase devirginising her might lead when there was a knock on the door, and Pike, her second in command, stepped in without waiting for her invitation.
He smiled as she stuck the vibe back in its place. ‘You thinking about last night? I had a good wank afterwards. Chase is hot. I don’t mind saying I was disappointed to see him leave so quickly.’ He nodded down to the drawer where she kept her toys. ‘You want me to give you a few minutes? Or I can take care of you if you’d like.’
‘Thanks, Pike.’ She offered him a wave of her hand. ‘I’d love to take you up on it, but today I really don’t have time, so it’s a good thing you got here when you did. Now that we’re short-handed, I’ve got to reshuffle everyone for tonight’s little adventure. Deke’s set to play our big-name magician – turns out he even knows a few magic tricks – but Tanya was supposed to be his buxom assistant who gets it up the ass in the disappearing cabinet.’
Pike nodded. ‘That was a nightmare to get cameras set up in. Leave it to Darnell Peters to complicate things.’
‘Yes, but he pays well and he’s kinky as hell. And he adores watching Tanya.’
Pike sat one tightly jeaned arse cheek on her desk and smiled down at her. ‘But he likes watching you even better.’
‘She was prepared for the role. I’m not.’
‘That never stopped you before, Elsa. You’re great at pulling an act out of your ass. You’re upset about letting Tanya go, that’s all.’
She stared past him at the wall behind. ‘It was the right thing to do, Pike.’
He rolled his eyes. ‘If it had been me, I’d have done it ages ago. Nobody’s that good. Personally –’ he leant over the desk and brushed a quick kiss across her lips ‘– I’m still hoping our lovely Mr Chase will have spent a sleepless, guilt-ridden night and rush back to us all ready to take on Tanya’s contract. I saw you slip the card into his pocket.’
She forced a little laugh. ‘Always an optimist, aren’t you, Pike?’
‘Always a pessimist, aren’t you, Elsa?’ He stood and rubbed his hands together in anticipation. ‘I think we haven’t seen the last of Mr Chase. If I were to venture a guess, Tanya’ll harass him until the poor guy’ll take on her contract just to get her to leave him alone.’
‘Or he’ll take out a restraining order,’ Elsa said. Then she added. ‘Even if he did come back and he did agree to finish out Tanya’s contract, he’d never last two months. Hell, I doubt he’d make it through one week.’
‘It’s Vegas,’ Pike said. ‘I’ll bet you he’ll call back in less than 48 hours, probably unable to shut out the guilt or Tanya’s badgering, or all the nasty thoughts he’s had about what he saw last night.’
Elsa was reminded again why she loved Pike so much. Her second in command had a way of always convincing the pessimist in her that the glass was half full. ‘All right,’ she said. ‘I’ll bet you we won’t see him again. If I win, I get one of your fabulous back rubs.’
He offered her his filthiest look. ‘With all the trimmings?’
‘All the trimmings,’ she said.
‘And if I win, like it or not, you’ll be my sub in the next dungeon fantasy. Though I suppose before we shake on it, I should warn you I’ve stacked the deck.’
‘Oh?’ She folded her arms across her chest and glared at him.
‘I accidentally sent Tanya Mr Chase’s cell phone number last night before I went off to beddy-bye.’ He stopped her response with a quick kiss. ‘And no need to play shocked. I got it from you, my lady. You’re not the only one who has access to Mount Vegas research.’ He made quotation marks in the air with his fingers to emphasise the word “research.’” He looked at her from under a dramatically drawn brow. ‘You weren’t thinking of calling him yourself, were you?’
‘I certainly wasn’t,’ she replied. ‘Frankly, I don’t think it’ll matter even if you did give his number to Tanya. He fucked her once and got more than he bargained for. End of story. And he doesn’t have to answer his calls, so yes, Mr Smart Ass, I’ll take your bet.’ She stretched in her chair and twisted her neck from side to side. ‘I really could use a good back rub.’ She offered him her hand.’
‘It’s a bet, then,’ he replied, shaking on it. Then he dusted a kiss across the back of her knuckles. ‘I’ll have the dungeon made ready.’
She reached up and gave his cheek a playful slap. ‘You do that. I always like my people to have a well-prepared workplace. Now can we take a look at this week’s agenda and see how we can minimise the loss-of-Tanya damage.’
Chapter Four
The damned alarm went off in the middle of the hottest fuck Nick had ever had. He came up out of the dream roaring like an angry bear and practically slapped the clock off the nightstand in his efforts to shut it off. There was no going back to sleep, not with his heart hammering and his dick stretching out between his legs like it owned the place. Cursing between his teeth, he stumbled to the bathroom with only one eye half open. Not bothering with the stop at the commode for the piss he knew he couldn’t manage as hard as he was, he shoved his way into the shower and cranked the hot water. No cold showers this morning. He had every intention of giving this dream a good send-off. For a minute he leant against the wall, letting the jets from the shower massage work their magic. Then, when he was nice and wet, he soaped up, still not bothering to open his eyes, still doing his best to capture the vivid images from his dream. Once his chest and armpits, lower back and arse were well lathered, he went to work where he needed it most. And when his pubes felt like they were mounded in thick whi
pped cream, he closed his fist around his sudsy hard-on and began to stroke, letting the dream flood full-on back into his head.
It had all started on the top of the Humvee in the parking lot at the Mango. It was right there in broad daylight. He had Tanya Povic’s tropical print skirt shoved up over her arse, ploughing into her fast and furious while he kneaded her gorgeous tits like they were bread dough ready to bake. They were grunting and thrusting and shoving, and she kept on saying in that sexy Slavic accent, ‘Is good! Is so good! Fuck me harrderr, Nick Chase, I vant to come!’ And he was happy to oblige.
The parking lot was full of people with scopes and cameras, of all things, and they were all watching Nick mount Tanya on top of the Humvee. Some of the men had cocks out, tugging and jerking like they’d lose control. The women either had hands in their panties or on their tits, which they were happy to expose to the desert sun. Some of the watchers were even humping each other while Tanya kept begging him to fuck her harder.
Elsa Crane had her keyboards and monitors and electronic surveillance equipment set up on the hood of his limo. She was bent over with her leopard-print loincloth barely covering her magnificent arse. Then, all of a sudden, she turned to Nick and Tanya and said in a loud voice, ‘Tanya, you’re fired. Get off Nick and let me fuck him.’ Nick watched with his cock in his hand while Elsa gave Tanya’s tits a fondle and made her bend for a good pussy-probing, as though she might be trying to stash something in that tight little hole – like office supplies, maybe. It was a dream, after all.
As Elsa stroked and spread and examined Tanya’s cunt, Tanya turned her attention back to Nick’s hard-on, giving him a sucking that would have made his eyes cross if he hadn’t been so keenly focused on what Elsa was doing.
Finally, Elsa gave the woman a hard smack on her pert little backside, and Tanya went in and out among the crowd, offering to suck cock or lick pussy for anyone who would fulfil the remains of her contract so she could get her bonus. Then, the next thing he knew, Elsa had her top off and her loincloth hoiked, as she crawled up onto the Humvee and mounted him in a seductive squat, her tight pussy sheathing him like a surgical glove. Then she grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up to nurse on her luscious tits, a task he was totally up for. People with their cameras and scopes moved up close and personal, to where he could even hear their heavy breathing, which was no small feat above his own. With Elsa Crane gripping and squeezing and rocking and riding, he was about to go off like a nuclear warhead. And then … Then the damned alarm clock went off instead of him.
The tug, tug, tug on his cock against the bounce of his lead-heavy balls was just about to get him there under the pulsing of the shower, though why it should be Elsa Crane who got his cock iron-stiff, he didn’t know. She was a hard-ass, if ever there was one, and she’d all but laughed at him when he’d offered to fulfil Tanya’s contract. Tug, tug, tug. She probably did laugh when he turned and left. Jesus, it was insane what they were doing. Filthy insane. He thought about the ménage he’d viewed through the telescope. Tug, tug, tug. He thought about him standing in the desert jerking off from the experience, and it was Elsa Crane he’d been fucking in his fantasy. Jesus, what was it about that woman? Was it that avalanche of thick, shiny hair? Those deep blue eyes? The fact that the leopard print did little to disguise the fittest body he’d ever seen? The slight gravel to her voice that he just wanted to rub up against? Tug, tug, tug.
But as the dream gave way to his fantasy, Elsa wasn’t begging him to fuck her harder. She was hardly the begging type, was she? In his fantasy, she rode him like she was a jockey and he was her stud. She didn’t need to ask him anything. She took what she wanted, and he was happy that she took it from him. Suddenly, the cameras and the scopes and the watchers were almost on top of them and it was enough. All of them watching Elsa Crane fuck him until his balls exploded – it was enough. He came in a convulsing, backbreaking ejaculation that belied how hard he’d come in the desert just a few hours ago. The cascade of steamy water from the shower washed the evidence of his lust down the drain.
Out of the shower, still thinking about why both jerk-off sessions had involved being watched, he dressed in his uniform of choice – black jeans and a black cotton shirt. He had a couple of drivers who actually dressed in livery, but he was only driving because he was a man short. The last time he’d worn a proper suit with a tie had been his father’s funeral. His aunt Reba had teased him about it, had said that she hoped the next time she saw him all spiffed up – that’s how she put it – would be for his wedding. He’d told her not to hold her breath.
He called Lou-Ann down at dispatch before he headed out. ‘Any good news for me?’ he asked when she answered.
‘Yup,’ came the reply. ‘Good news is that my divorce is final and now we can elope.’
He smiled through the windshield as he checked the mirror and started the engine. ‘’Bout damn time, woman. You know I’ve been lusting for that hot cougar bod of yours.’ He’d known Lou-Ann since he was fresh out of university; when his father hired her on to replace Aunt Reba, who’d moved away to Taos to open a gallery. He was sure that without her the Vegas Chase Limo Service would have fallen apart ages ago. Certainly he couldn’t have continued the business after his father’s death without Lou-Ann’s knowledge and her sense of humour.
The woman offered a chirp of a laugh. ‘I’m yours on a silver platter, stud, but as for finding another limo driver, no dice. Sorry, sugar.’ Then she gave him the address of the first pick-up at the Elara.
He was there in 30 minutes, his thoughts still on how he could find another driver so he could back off and leave the business in someone else’s hands. In fact, he was so preoccupied that he hadn’t noticed until he got out to open the door that his client was Tanya Povic. She was dressed in hot pink shorts that could have been painted on her excellent arse and a white chemise top that did everything but advertise her gorgeous breasts on a billboard.
‘Where to, ma’am?’ He spoke around the sudden spike of guilt that made him feel like all of the people milling around at the entrance of the hotel knew that he’d fucked this woman last night and cost her a job and possibly her mother’s health. He glanced over at the valet behind the podium, who was making covert glances at Tanya’s bottom.
‘I don’t care where.’ She spoke softly, holding his gaze. ‘Just drive, and I will talk to you.’
He wanted to tell her there was nothing she could say. He wanted to tell her to get out of his limo and leave him alone, but he couldn’t, could he? Not when he was the one responsible for her situation. So he waited until she was in, then closed the door behind her and pulled out onto the road.
When they were back in traffic, he glanced at her through the rear-view mirror. ‘You all right?’
‘Of course I am not.’ Her reply was nearly a sob. ‘I don’t know what I will do.’
‘Tanya, I’m sorry, but surely you can see that I’m not able to fulfil your contract. Christ, I’m working double shifts in my own business at the moment. There’s not enough of me to go around. And really, I’m just not the kind of person who could … do what you people do.’
‘Do what you people do? You people? You mean like the prostitutes and the drug dealers and the organised crime. Those people?’ Her voice rose with each example. ‘Is that what you mean?’
‘No! Damn it, that’s not what I mean. I mean that I just don’t think I could have sex while people are watching me. That’s all.’
She leant forward in the seat. ‘You didn’t seem to mind last night in the parking lot at the Mango; in fact, your cock seemed to like it just fine.’
And damn it, in spite of himself, his cock jerked in his jeans at the mention of last night. ‘Do you have any idea what you’re asking me to do? Like I said, even if I could get away from the business to do it?’
‘I’m asking for you to be my hero and save my mother’s life. That’s what I am asking you to do, Nick.’
Jesus, the woman didn’t have a
subtle bone in her exquisite body.
‘I would give you sex in exchange. You could have me whenever you wanted.’ Christ almighty, did she just offer him a modest blush? ‘Is all I have left to give you, Nick, and I am desperate.’ Her shoulders shook with a sob, then she added, ‘Turn left here.’
He did as she asked. The limo was awash in a soundtrack of soft snuffles. A glance in the rear-view mirror and he could see her dabbing at those huge, bright eyes. If he hadn’t felt like a cad already, he did now.
She swallowed back a sob that made her shoulders shake and said, ‘Now make a right at the light.’
‘Look, Tanya, I’ll talk to Elsa again. Maybe I can make her see reason. She gave me her card. I mean, I’m sure there must be some kind of arrangement that can be made under the extenuating circumstances, will that help?’
She offered him a watery-eyed smile and leant forward until her cleavage was well and truly on display in the mirror. ‘That is good, Nick. Thank you! You’re good man.’
‘Where are we going?’
‘You can drop me here,’ came the reply. ‘My apartment is very close and perhaps is best we don’t be seen together until after you talk to Elsa.’
He pulled over to the side of a well-manicured street lined in palm trees, got out and opened the door for her, refusing her offered payment. She slid her arms around his neck and her tongue into his mouth for a goodbye kiss that had him both hard and breathless by the time she pulled away.
‘Thank you, Nick. Thank you so much.’
‘I can’t promise anything, Tanya. I said I’d talk to Elsa. That’s all I can promise.’
She kissed him again and smiled up into his eyes. ‘I trust you, Nick Chase. You will do the right thing.’
Then she turned and hurried away, leaving him standing hard, breathless, and wondering what the hell he’d gotten himself into.
