by K D Grace
Back in the limo, he resisted the urge to jerk off for the outrageous third time in less than 12 hours. Instead, he pulled out his wallet and dug for the card Elsa Crane had given him. It was a black card with a pearlescent purple sheen. In the middle, printed in stylised white letters, were the words Mount Vegas. In the upper right-hand corner was a phone number and an email address.
He took a deep breath and punched the number into his BlackBerry.
Chapter Five
‘Hello?’ Nick called out softly, just in case there was some orgy going on he didn’t want to disturb. The suite seemed deserted. There was an array of dirty cups and glasses and plastic soft drink bottles on the kitchen counter and several take-out boxes on the table. The lounge was empty and quiet. In one bedroom, the bed was piled high with clothes and the floor littered with sandals and flip-flops. The other bedroom was set up with the same equipment Elsa had been in command of at the Cosmopolitan two nights ago. There were two telescopes, a couple of keyboards, and three monitors. One was blank. One focused on people scrambling around a pool. They appeared to be getting ready for a shoot. The sound was off. But it was the third that got his full attention.
‘Let me feel your pussy.’ The male voice breaking the silence made Nick jump in his tracks. As he moved closer to squint at the screen, he recognised Pike. Only this time he wasn’t dressed as Tarzan. This time he wore a pair of low-slung, faded jeans and nothing else.
‘Please,’ the woman, whose bottom was now front and centre, cried out. She was bent nearly double over a wicked-looking wooden bench, bound with leather cuffs so that her legs and her arms were spread wide. The dimly lit room was filled with ominous wooden racks, and one wall was hung with what looked like an array of whips and chains. Nick shivered.
The woman wore only stockings and a garter belt under a miniscule skirt that was pushed up to expose her whole arse. ‘Please, sir,’ she begged. The voice sounded familiar. Nick took a step closer and listened hard.
‘Please, sir, what?’ Pike demanded. He slapped her bottom hard with a riding crop and she squirmed and moaned.
‘Please, sir, fuck me,’ she whimpered.
‘Let’s just see how bad you need to be fucked, slut.’ He shoved two fingers up between her legs, and by the time Pike brought her juices to his lips to taste, Nick’s cock was paying full attention.
‘I need it bad, sir, so bad,’ the woman half sobbed.
Just as Pike thrust his juicy fingers into the mouth of his captive, the camera angle changed, and Nick’s stomach went into freefall. There, beaded with sweat, lips swollen, eyes smudged and cheeks blackened in running mascara, was Elsa Crane, licking her own juices off Pike’s hand.
‘I don’t think so, not just yet, you little whore.’ Pike gave her clearly abused butt cheeks a squeeze that made her eyes water. ‘I don’t think you’re quite there yet, and I think you need to do something for me first, don’t you?’ With one hand, he unzipped his fly; with the other, he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her mouth onto his heavy cock until she sputtered and gagged then began to suck furiously, a stream of saliva trailing down her chin.
Pike grunted and thrust, grunted and thrust, as though she was nothing more than a hole for his cock, and she kept sucking. He grabbed up the crop and brought it down against her arse, causing a muffled cry around his penis. Nick cried out along with her, sucking air between his teeth at the pain he was sure she must feel.
‘You look at me when you suck my cock, slut. Don’t close your eyes. Do you understand?’
She nodded and sucked furiously, her eyes locked on his.
No matter how much Nick wanted to run away, no matter how much he didn’t want to see Elsa like this, he stood riveted to the floor, his gaze locked on the scene unfolding in the monitor.
Pike ran the soft tip of the crop up between Elsa’s legs, and the camera angle switched to take in her wet slit, gripping and releasing at the crop’s teasing. Nick felt heat crawl up his face, and he jerked involuntarily when the man began to tap the flexible end of the crop against Elsa’s exposed pussy, Elsa squirming furiously against her bonds. With a sharp thwack, Pike brought the crop down, first on one buttock then the other, laying a criss-cross of bright pink welts over her arse in rhythm to his thrusts. ‘You’re almost ready for me, I think, slut,’ he said.
Nick’s insides squirmed with anger toward Pike and empathetic humiliation for Elsa, almost as if by watching he shared in her degradation. His head spun with a cocktail of emotions he couldn’t sort and, in spite of it all, his cock felt like it would explode in its fullness. He refused to open his fly and get some relief. Perhaps they were watching him, and even if they weren’t it felt like he deserved to suffer with his arousal unsatisfied for watching Elsa’s humiliation. In some strange way, it felt almost like watching made him responsible.
‘I’ll spank your ass and fuck your mouth until I think you’re ready, slut.’ Pike spoke in rhythm to his strikes.
Nick could see the mascara-darkened tears on Elsa’s cheeks, he could see the way she cringed and squirmed each time Pike struck her, and he wanted to look away. He wanted to tell someone to make Pike stop hurting her. Surely she didn’t like it. Surely she hadn’t asked for it. How could anyone possibly ask for it?
More than anything, he couldn’t stand the thought of Elsa Crane begging, of Elsa Crane so subdued, so why couldn’t he look away? Why couldn’t he just leave? He didn’t really owe Tanya anything, did he? Surely she was better off out of this perverted place?
‘Are you Nick Chase?’ a male voice called from behind, and Nick whirled around like he’d been caught in the act. Before he could answer, the man said, ‘You’re supposed to wait in the lounge.’ The newcomer looked like he might be Native American. Beneath the heavy headset, his black hair was caught back in a ponytail. He wore faded jeans and a Gold’s Gym muscle shirt and, from the size of his arms, he looked like he’d earned it. ‘This area’s off limits,’ he said in a voice that was a deep rumble. ‘There’s beer in the fridge, soft drinks, wine. I think there may be some pizza left. Help yourself. Elsa will be with you shortly.’
One last glance at the monitor showed Pike was now buried cock-deep in Elsa’s pussy, humping her in quick, staccato thrusts. ‘Come, you little slut –’ Nick heard him say ‘– come for me.’
In his fevered imagination, Nick could see himself shoving Pike aside and taking over. And Elsa was pleased by the switch-out.
What the hell was he thinking? This was not sex. This was crazy. This was out of control. And yet his cock ached against his fly.
Back in the lounge, he paced in front of the big window, looking across the Strip at New York New York Casino. He wasn’t interested in food or drink. He couldn’t get trussed-up Elsa Crane out of his head, or out of his groin. What the hell was the matter with him? How could what he’d just seen both repel him and make him hard? He wanted to grab Elsa and shake her and ask her why the hell she would allow Pike to do it. Shit! Worst of all, there was a part of him that wanted to take the crop from Pike and lay a few stripes across her pink, upturned bottom himself. After what Elsa had done to Tanya, she deserved a good spanking.
Jesus! What was he thinking? She didn’t deserve a spanking. He didn’t know what the fuck she deserved. He found the bathroom and splashed cold water over his burning face. What he needed was a cold shower. He absolutely would not rub one off in the john. He was ashamed he’d even consider it. He walked out into the lounge just as the door burst open and Elsa shoved through. She wore a loose-fitting sundress, her face had been wiped clean of mascara, and she walked carefully. ‘I hate you!’ she called over her shoulder to Pike, who followed her in.
‘You’re just mad because you lost the bet,’ came the reply. He was in the same jeans and now wearing an untucked denim shirt.
‘No, this time I really hate you,’ she said, rubbing her arse. ‘It was a stupid bet in the first place and –’
Both she and Pike froze when they saw Nick.
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‘Ah, Mr Chase. I hope I haven’t kept you waiting too long.’ Suddenly Elsa was all business. She walked to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. ‘You want something?’
He shook his head, and she turned her attention to her abuser. ‘Pike, help Horse with the pool scene.’ Then she offered Nick a smile. ‘Sorry, we’re running a few minutes late. Pike had a flat tyre on the way over.’
‘It didn’t take you long. To get here, I mean.’ Nick said. ‘Not after he finished … beating you and then had … sex with you.’ God, he sounded stupid. Why didn’t he keep his mouth shut and not say anything until it was time to talk about Tanya.
Elsa stood for a moment studying him, holding her forgotten water in her hand. Then she yelled into the bedroom, ‘Horse, did you let him watch?’
‘I was in the crapper,’ came the reply. ‘Sorry about that.’
‘Horse? Seriously?’ Nick said.
‘Yep, seriously, and yep, exactly for the reasons you’re thinking.’ She offered him a filthy smile. ‘He’s very popular with the ladies. Give me five for a quick shower and then we can talk.’ She nodded to the bedroom containing the technical equipment. ‘You can go watch the fun in the pool if you want.’
‘But I thought I wasn’t allowed?’
She smiled again. ‘Oh, you’re allowed to watch. I just didn’t want you watching me get my ass beat.’ She gave said arse another rub and disappeared into the bathroom.
Elsa really was out in five, her wet hair hanging around her shoulders in a tumble of curls. She wore a loose cotton sundress that was nearly transparent with the backlighting from the bathroom, transparent enough for him to tell she wore nothing beneath it, but no doubt her bottom would not have appreciated anything tight. She motioned him away from the lesbian scene going on in the pool at the Flamingo, closing the door on Horse and Pike.
‘We get a lot of requests for girl-on-girl action,’ she said. Then she nodded down to his cock. ‘I see you agree.’ Before he could decide whether to be offended or tell her it was none of her damn business, she went on, ‘We all agree, actually. Me, I’m always up for a little girl-on-girl fun, but from a voyeuristic point of view, I’d just as happily watch a little guy-on-guy action.’
He followed her into the lounge area and sat down on the sofa to which she nodded. She disappeared for a second and returned with a pillow from one of the beds, upon which she sat very carefully, uttering a soft curse.
‘You like getting … spankings?’
She sucked a breath between her teeth and pulled a wicked smile as she squirmed to get comfortable. ‘Not nearly as much as I like giving spankings. Why? Are you in need?’
When he failed to see the humour in her words, the smile disappeared and she eyed him for a second. ‘It was an act, Nick. We all do what we have to around here.’
‘Does Tanya do what you just did?’ he asked.
‘Yes, in fact when we have a client who wants to watch a submissive being well dominated, Tanya was our go-to girl.’
‘She likes … that sort of thing?’ he asked.
‘You sound shocked, Mr Chase. Tanya would have loved tonight’s little session in the dungeon.’
It took a second for the thought of Tanya bottom up with someone wailing on her gorgeous arse to sink in, and when his imagination sharpened the picture to include Elsa wielding the crop, Nick wished he had Elsa’s pillow to cover his bulging junk.
‘Then why did you let her go?’ The words were out before he could stop them, and his reason for being there settled his cock at least a little bit.
She shifted gently toward the control room and called out, ‘Pike, bring me my iPad.’ In almost the same breath she addressed Nick. ‘Tell me something, Mr Chase. Suppose you were to hire a driver for that position you’re trying to fill, and he was a brilliant driver, best driver ever. All of the clients loved him, he was on time, always got repeat customers – you know the kind I mean.’ She waved a hand and sipped her water. ‘But suppose this brilliant driver takes one of your limos out for a joy ride from time to time, with whoever he picks up at a bar or a casino. And in these wild forays he puts both your property and the people he’s driving at risk.’ She leant toward him and winced slightly. ‘How many times would you let him get away with it before you sent him on his way?’
‘I might view it a little differently,’ Nick said, ‘if there were a bonus in play and it was to pay for his mother’s surgery.’
Pike chose that moment to deliver Elsa’s iPad. She grabbed it from him with no thank you. He offered a bow and left, but not before Nick caught a twitch of a smile at the corner of his mouth. With a few flicks of her fingers, Elsa pulled up a document and handed it to him. ‘This is the standard contract, the one Tanya signed, the one everyone who works for Mount Vegas signs. Read it.’
When he tried to push it back to her, she glared at him. ‘I said read it. Then we can talk.’
She sipped slowly on her water and watched him while he read. He let out a low whistle. ‘This is the contract she had?’
‘Yup. Housing paid for, living and clothing allowance, and a wage that I’m sure you’ll agree, Mr Chase, is way more than generous, even without the added incentive of the bonus. Yet she chose to ignore the terms of the contract – repeatedly, even though she supposedly had earmarked the bonus for her mother’s surgery.’ She nodded to the iPad. ‘Surely you can understand why the contract demands that Mount Vegas be made aware of and approve the sex partners of all those who work here?’ She gave a sweeping gesture with her hand. ‘To lessen the hardship, any person who works here is always willing to offer sex to fellow employees in need. Tanya wasn’t living like a nun, Mr Chase. You were the only one who wasn’t getting any, which is why you fell in with Tanya in the first place.’
‘It was a bad night,’ he said. ‘I hate driving at the best of times, but … It was a bad night.’
‘Well?’ They both jumped at the sound of Pike’s voice. He was standing next to the dining table with his hands on his hips. ‘Ask him.’
‘Go away, Pike,’ Elsa practically growled. ‘I’m not talking to you right now.’
‘Then I’ll do the talking.’ He came to sit in the chair across from them. ‘Tanya deserved what she got, Mr Chase, whether you believe it or not. But the deal is still on the table. If you want to finish out her contract for her, then she’ll still get her bonus, or rather you’ll get it and what the hell you do with it is your business.’
Nick looked from Elsa to Pike and back again. Elsa only shrugged.
‘I can’t fulfil her contract,’ he replied, not even attempting to hide the tremor in his voice. ‘I’m a driver short and it’s a busy time.’
‘Mr Chase –’ Elsa shifted, sucked a painful breath, and shot Pike a withering look. ‘Mr Chase, if you’ll check your BlackBerry, you’ll find an email from your dispatcher, who has received the perfect résumé from the perfect driver to fill your needs. He’s willing and ready to start work tomorrow if you need him.’
Nick fumbled his device from his pocket and, sure enough, there was a message from Lou-Ann and a résumé attached that looked like a match made in heaven. It took Nick a second to realise both Elsa and Pike were watching him. He slid the BlackBerry back into his pocket with a sweaty palm. ‘I – don’t think I could do … what you did.’ He nodded to Pike.
‘You won’t have to do what he did,’ Elsa said. ‘Fortunately, Pike’s very good in the dungeon. But –’ she held his gaze ‘– you will have to be comfortable with people watching you have sex, and with having sex with multiple partners in kinky situations.’
‘I – I don’t know if I can,’ Nick managed, but even in a situation that was electric with nervous tension, his cock strained toward Elsa.
Just then the door burst open and the two women who had been having sex in the pool came into the room, laughing about how cold the water was. They wore only thin tank tops and sarongs.
‘Beetle, Deb –’ Elsa spoke without taking her e
yes off Nick ‘Mr Chase here has been watching your performance, and he’s very uncomfortable. Perhaps you could help him relax?’
The willowy redhead giggled and stepped forward. ‘Mr Chase, are you going to fulfil Tanya’s contract?’ Before he could answer, she slipped out of her top and dropped the sarong to the floor. ‘That’s worth at least a blowjob, I’d say, wouldn’t you, Beetle?’
The other woman, who was a Goth right down to her black, spiky hair and matching nails, nodded her agreement and dropped her clothes. They both stood looking expectantly at Elsa, who nodded to Nick’s crotch.
Deb, the redhead, dropped to her knees between Nick’s legs, and whatever protests he was about to utter died in his throat as she gave him a hot, wet lick through his jeans that nearly sent him into orbit.
‘Oh Jesus,’ he gasped. ‘Elsa, please. This really isn’t necessareee.’ His last word ended in a tight hiss as Deb, holding his gaze, unzipped his jeans and freed his cock into the strong squeeze and stroke of her hand.
‘Oh, I think it is, Nick Chase,’ came Elsa’s reply. ‘I think it’s very necessary. Beetle –’ she addressed the Goth ‘– introduce Mr Chase to your nipples.’
Beetle came to Nick’s side, leant over the end of the sofa, and undid his shirt with a practised hand. Just as she straddled him, offering access to small breasts with enormous, ripe-berry nipples, Deb took his erection into her mouth – all of his erection, all the way back. There was no other way to describe the sound that escaped his throat but a whimper, and not a very dignified one at that. Beetle pulled his head to her right breast to nurse, and guided his other hand down to her smoothly shaven pussy. ‘Oh Mr Chase,’ she said in a little-girl voice, ‘I’m still so wet from all the naughty things Deb did to me in the swimming pool, I hope you can help me feel better. Oooh, and your hands are so strong, and your cock … Mmm, Deb, you have to let me have a taste.’
‘I don’t think so,’ Elsa said. ‘I think you’re going to let Mr Chase push that big cock way up in your tight little snatch, Beetle. Would you like that?’
