by K D Grace
‘Most of what we do is without condoms. We’re all checked regularly and we’re all clean. Tanya was the only one of us who ever had sex with a partner outside the Mount Vegas team. And that’s OK as long as you let us know in advance and use protection. You understand; it’s to keep everyone safe. And with the provisions in the contract no one suffers from lack of sex.’
‘I can’t even remember the last time I had sex before Tanya.’
‘I know,’ she said. ‘I know most things about you by now, because if I didn’t I wouldn’t be considering doing this insane thing that you’ve asked me.’
The nervous twitch along Nick’s cheek went into overdrive. He tried to force it out by smiling harder. ‘That’s not really fair, is it? You knowing everything and me knowing nothing.’
She held him in a drowning-deep gaze that made his pulse jump against his throat as he struggled to meet it. ‘Oh, you know way more than nothing, Mr Chase. Way more. And you’ll know a whole lot more before the day’s over.’
‘Nick,’ he said, his voice sounding breathless and thin on the ground. ‘If we’re going to work so closely together you should call me Nick, unless I get a nickname like everyone else.’
She smiled, and he felt like the sun had just come out. ‘You have to earn your nickname, Nick.’ The play on words made them both chuckle. ‘Anyway, I like Nick. Nick is nice.’
He liked Elsa too. He liked the way it slid over his tongue like something almost too hot to taste and yet way too delicious not to.
‘Now, grab yourself some more coffee and I’ll show you how we set up and what’s going on, then Pagan’ll drive you over to one of the sites so you can see how things happen from that end.’
Nick had just got his coffee doctored when the bedroom door burst open and Pike poked his head out. ‘We’ve got problems, Elsa. You’d better come.’
Nick followed her into the designated control room. Pike gave him a nod for a greeting and turned his attention to his boss.
‘Deke’s completely lost his voice and he’s running one hell of a temperature. Pagan’s driving him to the doctor. Whatever it is he can’t pull off tonight’s act for Mrs Bromley and even if he could manage to do his part, Deb sure as hell isn’t gonna want to share the love. Horse is still in Arizona for the next two days.’ Already Pike’s eyes were locked on Nick.
‘No.’ Nick shook his head like he was trying to shake it off his shoulders and his insides plummeted into freefall. ‘No, I’ve not had any training. I’m not prepared.’
Elsa looked him up and down. ‘You’ll be involved in a fairly pedestrian fantasy. It doesn’t take any special skills. No spanking or getting spanked.’
‘There’s nobody else,’ Pike said. ‘Mrs Bromley’s one of our best paying customers. We can’t postpone her big night.’
‘You’re already comfortable with Deb,’ Elsa said, ‘so it wouldn’t be like being with a total stranger, though that’s what you need to make Mrs Bromley believe.’
‘I’d be more comfortable with you,’ Nick blurted before he could stop himself.
She offered him a smile that went straight to his crotch. How the hell could she do that? And why the hell was it her he wanted to be with when she was the cause of him being in this mess in the first place? ‘I’m involved in another act, Nick. I wouldn’t be able to get back in time to perform with you, but Pagan will be in charge of the control room, so you’ll be in good hands.’
‘Why can’t Pagan star in Mrs Bromley’s fantasy then, instead of me?’
‘Can you run the controls on three fantasies?’ Her gaze suddenly went from sexy to stern.
‘No, but –’
‘Then you either do Mrs Bromley’s fantasy or you take up Pike’s role in the dungeon, and we’ve already discussed that, haven’t we?’
‘Yes, but –’
‘Look, Nick –’ she thrust her hands onto her hips ‘– do you want to do this or not? It won’t get any easier, and putting it off until tomorrow, which is the biggest grace period I can give you, isn’t going to make it better. Now, are you in or are you out?’
Nick looked from Elsa to Pike, who stood looking at him expectantly, and back to Elsa again, whose expression was now unreadable. The room felt too hot. He hadn’t even had a chance to peruse the basic rules and regulations for Mount Vegas let alone study terminology and kinks and fetishes he might have to deal with. He should walk away. Hell, he should run, fast and far. Instead, he took a deep breath from under tight shoulders. ‘All right. What do I have to do?’
Pike smiled broadly. Elsa only offered a neutral nod. It was Pike who replied. ‘You’ll be playing a wealthy businessman who’s been gambling into the wee hours. You always stay in the same suite because it has a scope, and you like to watch the action in the other rooms. You know exactly which rooms have all the kink and when the fun begins.
‘Deb is the hotel maid, Beth. Since you’re out late gambling, she cleans your room late so she can look through your scope and have a diddle. You return early and catch her mid-diddle.’
‘And?’ Nick asked.
‘Well, that’s it,’ Pike replied. ‘Imagine you’re the rich businessman returning to your room from a night of winning at blackjack. You come back expecting to indulge your voyeuristic desires and find your scope already occupied by a very voluptuous, very horny hotel maid who, if you report her, will get her ass fired. What would you do?’
‘As the rich businessman, not Nick Chase,’ Elsa added.
‘I got that,’ Nick said.
‘Rely on Deb to help you if you get stuck. Keep in mind, she’s a horny little maid, and she’ll do anything to keep from getting fired.’ Elsa batted her eyes. ‘Anything to show her gratitude for you keeping her secret. Get him over to wardrobe,’ she said to Pike. ‘He’s broader in the shoulders than Deke is, and the tux has to make him look like James Bond, not Farmer Frank in his Sunday best. I’ll take over here.’ She looked at her watch. ‘Now hurry up. Time’s wasting.’
As Nick stood in front of the three-way mirror being measured and fitted for a tux that even he had to admit looked fucking good on him, he wondered how the hell he was going to pull this off. He had a sudden, vivid flash of Elsa rocking on her wounded arse against the pillow, quietly trembling out her orgasm as she watched him do Beetle. He had made her come, and without even touching her. That was at least a little boost to his ego. Then it hit him; that was the way he’d get through this nightmare. He’d go about the whole experience as though Elsa Crane were watching him, as though she were on the other end of the telescope with her fingers in her panties, strumming her clit and darting in and out of her pussy. And suddenly his trousers were tented and he was in danger of staining them properly before he even got to Mrs Bromley’s fantasy.
Chapter Seven
‘Mr Garland has agreed to an earlier start for his fantasy,’ Elsa said. ‘That way I can be back here and –’
‘And what?’ Pike interrupted. ‘You can’t suddenly take over for Deb.’
‘No, but I’ve sent Pagan to wardrobe and got him suited up for the businessman role. That way if I get back in time I can take over the control boards and he can do Mrs Bromley’s fantasy instead of Nick.’
‘She won’t like it,’ Pike said. ‘You know she’s not keen on body-builder types.’
‘Maybe I can give her a discount. Surely she would be amenable to that.’
‘Why don’t you just have a little faith in Nick and let him get on with it? He’s with Deb right now, and they’re walking through the act. Besides, you know Deb; she’s pulled more than a few disastrous acts back from the brink.’
‘How can I have faith in him when I know his motives?’ Elsa paced in front of the monitors, already dressed in the corset and feather boa that she was supposed to masturbate her way out of. Mr Garland had paid top dollar for the fantasy, and the space they’d rented looked identical to the dressing rooms of a burlesque show. Thankfully, the man was as anxious to get on with the performa
nce as she was.
Pike was dressed in his jeans and the flip-flops he’d remove when he got to the dungeon, where Beetle would be waiting for him. He was lucky Elsa was talking to him at all. When she was forced to do a dungeon scene with him, as long as her arse stung from his spanking, or any other part of her body was any worse for the wear, she usually snubbed him. But this was too important. ‘You saw the way he was last night. I think the guy’s a natural exhibitionist. He just doesn’t know it yet.’
‘What?’ she said. ‘Are you that attracted to him?’
‘Of course I’m attracted to him. So are you. So’s everyone else, and the way he came to bat for Tanya sure hasn’t lost him any brownie points. I mean, we all like Tanya. We all wanted her to stop fucking up and complete her contract. Nick Chase basically did what the rest of us wish we could do. Even you, Elsa.’
‘Don’t tell me what I wish, Pike. You don’t know what I wish.’
‘Elsa, you gave the woman four chances. I know what you wish. And Nick Chase is the solution to our Tanya problem.’
She nodded down to the monitor that now showed the empty hotel room where very shortly Nick Chase would discover Deb, the hotel maid, rubbing one off behind his scope. ‘You really think he can handle this?’
‘I do.’
‘For two months?’
Pike’s lips curled into the mischievous smile that Elsa could never stay truly mad at. ‘I think he’ll not only stick it out for the two months, but I think he’ll want in as a permanent member of the team after.’
‘Whatever he does after two months is not my concern right now, Pike.’ She looked up as Pagan came into the room dressed in shorts and a muscle shirt with a garment bag slung over his shoulder. ‘I’ve given this a lot of thought and I think he’s probably right. We probably are pushing him a little too hard. Now I gotta go, but I’ll be back as soon as I can to take over for Pagan.’ She turned and left the room.
When he was sure Elsa was gone, Pike laid a hand on Pagan’s shoulder. ‘I have an idea, but I need your help. I need to give Mrs Bromley a quick call. Then I’ll fill you in on the details.
When it was all sorted, Pagan heaved a sigh that made him look like his chest was a giant muscle-shaped balloon inflating. ‘Elsa won’t like it.’
‘I know,’ Pike answered. ‘But the blame’ll be on me, and after last night in the dungeon, she’ll feel a whole lot better if she can lay into me. Anyway, Nick can do the job, and if he’s going to fulfil Tanya’s contract, let him get on with it, I say.’
Nick got the heads-up from Minnie in wardrobe, who was leaning over him fussing with his hair when her BlackBerry rang. She did nothing but listen for a couple of seconds, grunted affirmation, then hung up. ‘Mrs Bromley’s wanting to start 15 minutes early. Seems she’s anxious to gaze upon your studliness.’ She made another pass of shimmying fingers through his hair. ‘Well, you’re as ready as you’re ever gonna get, but I’m recommending to Elsie that you get a haircut. There’s only so much I can do.’
Nick didn’t mind 15 minutes early. It was better than standing around stewing in his nerves while he waited.
Minnie was giving him the final inspection in front of the three-way mirror when the BlackBerry rang again. She picked it up, listened and then said, ‘He’s on his way.’ She looked up at him and offered a motherly smile. ‘You’ll do great, Nick. Now go make Mrs Bromley squirm.’
By now, Deb would be looking through the scope with the front of her black maid’s blouse unbuttoned enough to get to her nice rack. One hand would be assaulting an exposed nipple while the other would have shoved aside the crotch of her panties under her hiked skirt, and Mrs Bromley would be getting an eyeful. It wasn’t quite as well choreographed as all that. Mrs Bromley was a voyeur, which gave some leeway to improvise. Deb confided that Mrs Bromley liked her men a little shy and bumbling. Well, that part he wouldn’t have to pretend at, would he?
As the elevator opened, for a split second Nick had the urge to push the down button and run. But then he thought of Elsa watching him, and he took a deep breath and moved forward.
The card key clicked in the lock and, with a sweaty palm, he pushed the door open. He knew where Deb was in the room, he knew what she was doing. But he took his time, shed his jacket and tie, and unbuttoned and untucked his shirt. Humming softly to himself, he slipped off his shoes and socks. He was, after all, planning a good wank in front of his scope, and he wanted to be comfortable. He wanted Elsa – and Mrs Bromley, anticipating what would happen when he discovered the naughty maid in his hotel suite. At the bar, still standing with his back to where he knew Deb was, he poured two fingers of Glenfiddich into a cut crystal tumbler and, after a sip that really wasn’t more than touching it to his lips, he turned for the encounter. Deb let out a little squeal of surprise, and with way more ease than he would have thought possible, Nick found his voice.
‘What the hell are you doing here?’
‘What the hell is he doing there?’ Elsa growled.
Pagan offered her a guilty look and stepped back from the monitor. ‘Mrs Bromley decided to start her fantasy 15 minutes early.’
‘Jesus!’ She pushed him aside and shoved forward, ignoring the image of Pike inserting ever larger dildos into Beetle’s pussy while the woman squirmed and moaned helplessly from where she was tied spread-eagled to the bondage bed. Elsa’s focus was totally on Nick. He looked positively edible with his white shirt undone and untucked to expose the open button of his tux trousers, which rode low, just above his bronze pubic curls. Elsa’s pussy clenched at the sight, and when he spoke, she nearly gushed in her panties.
‘You’re supposed to clean my suite, not play with your pussy while you watch my neighbours fucking. That is what you were doing, isn’t it?’ Before Deb could do more than whimper, Nick moved closer and slid a hand between her legs. Deb’s eyelids fluttered and she gasped. ‘Whatever they’re doing across the way must be pretty damned good to make your little snatch so slippery.’
Elsa and Pagan gasped in unison as Nick gave her pussy a hard finger-thrusting. Deb bit her lip and quivered all over.
‘You know, I could have you fired for this,’ Nick said. There was a slight growl in his voice, as though he suddenly spoke from a place deeper inside his chest. The sound of it went straight to Elsa’s pussy.
‘Oh please don’t, Mr Smith. I need this job.’ Deb laid on a thick Southern drawl. ‘Honestly, I’ve never done anything like this before. I don’t know what came over me. Please. I’m putting my baby sister through school back in Dallas. I can’t let her down. Please Mr Smith –’ she batted her eyelashes and shifted on his fingers ‘– I’ll do anything. Anything you ask.’
‘What were they doing over there –’ he paused long enough to look down at her nametag ‘– Beth? What were they doing?’
‘The guy was licking the woman … down there, and his thing! My oh my, it’s a whopper.’
‘Do you think he’s about to fuck her?’
‘Oh yes, Mr Smith. I’m pretty sure.’
‘Then come on, you don’t want to miss anything, do you?’ Nick pulled his fingers from Deb’s pussy and licked them, then gave her a little push until she stood once again in front of the scope. When she was bent over, looking through the eyepiece, he moved in close behind her and lifted her skirt. He yanked the crotch of her panties over one buttock and cupped her arse, his thumb sliding along her crack and stroking until she shivered and moaned. ‘Here’s what’s going to happen, Beth. You’re going to watch our horny neighbours and you’re going to give me all the juicy details.’ He thrust a hard finger into her pussy and she yelped. ‘If you don’t want me to tell your superiors what I found you doing in my room, you’re going to talk dirty enough to make my cock so hard –’ he twisted her arm around behind until her palm rested on the bulge in his trousers ‘– that all I have to do is shoot my wad up your sopping wet cunt.’ He nibbled her ear. ‘Or maybe I’ll fuck your tight little asshole, Hmmm? Would you like that?’
With his thumb, he stroked her anus. She quivered all over and wriggled back tighter against his probing. ‘Mmm, I can tell you would, you naughty thing, you. Now what are they doing?’
‘Oh Mr Smith, this is so embarrassing. Please don’t make me say it.’
‘Say it –’ he reached around and squeezed her tits hard ‘– or you’ll be needing another way to pay for your sister’s education.’
Deb whimpered and pressed closer to the eyepiece. ‘He’s … he’s licking her … down there and, oh dear lord, he’s got two fingers up her … you know.’
‘Up her what, Beth? Use the word. Tell me where he has his filthy fingers.’
Back in the control room, Pagan stroked himself through his trousers. ‘Jesus, boss, you were worried about him not being able to do the job?’ he gasped.
Elsa shushed him and pulled up a chair in front of the monitor just as Nick, with incredible grace, kicked Deb’s legs apart and stepped in closer, rubbing his still clothed hard-on up against her exposed pussy. Deb shoved her arse back against him and he thrust so hard that the scope nearly went over. ‘You want that, Beth? You want my cock in your tight little cunt? Where are the man’s fingers?’
‘Up her … up her bottom.’
‘Say it, Beth.’ He gave her a shake. ‘You’re not in Dallas any more.’
‘Up her asshole!’ she said with a sob.
‘That’s it, Beth, say the words. I want your mouth to be as filthy as your little pussy, because I like to fuck a filthy mouth as much as I do a filthy snatch. Now tell me what else they’re doing, and don’t say it like some tight-ass Sunday School teacher.’
