by K D Grace
‘Oh my, for mercy’s sake! He’s licking at her … asshole and she’s wiggling and bouncing on the bed back against his tongue, and his thing … Oh, for heaven’s sake! Mr Smith, he’s going to put his thing, I mean his … cock up her … asshole, but I don’t know how he’s going to do it. He’s so big. Oh dear lord in heaven, Mr Smith, he’s doing it up her ass.’
‘Doing what, Beth? Tell me what he’s doing.’
‘He … he’s f-fucking her back there. He’s fucking her up her ass!’
Elsa held her breath as Nick dry-humped Deb through his tux trousers, his other hand working on her blouse, opening it far enough to slip his palm inside and fondle.
‘I want to see your tits, sugar. Take off your shirt.’
Deb quickly dispatched with the rest of the buttons and shimmied out of her blouse. Before she had it completely off, Nick unhooked her bra and ran his hands around to cup her breasts. ‘Very nice,’ he moaned. ‘Beautiful tits. Turn around, hon, I want to see your tits.’
‘But what about the neighbours?’ Deb said.
‘I think we’ve seen enough of the neighbours for a while, and now, my naughty little maid, I think it’s time you let them see you.’
‘What?’
‘Come.’ Nick took her hand and pulled her to stand in front of the huge window. At first, they both stood in profile with Nick cupping and stroking Deb’s breasts. ‘I bet my scope isn’t the only one in these hotels here. What do you bet, Beth?’
‘No, Mr Smith. Please, I don’t want them to see me.’
‘I don’t care what you want, sweetheart. You owe me, remember?’
He bent and, starting with her nipples, gave each of her breasts a lapping tongue bath that had Deb gasping and shifting her hips and had Elsa doing her own little lap dance against the chair. As for Pagan, Elsa wasn’t sure he was even coherent, he was so aroused.
Then, in a move that had everyone gasping, Nick turned Deb and shoved her up against the window. She squealed and then moaned at the feel of the cold glass. Then he moved in close behind her. ‘Now, my darling, let’s us give those neighbours something to watch, shall we?’
With Deb’s upper body pressed tight against the window, Nick unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Then he tugged the crotch of her panties up between her labia, making her shift onto her tiptoes with a gasp, before he pulled them completely off.
‘And now that you’ve shown off those gorgeous tits, I think it’s time you showed everyone just what a filthy little pussy you have, don’t you?’
Nick turned her around again and rearranged and adjusted until she was bent over, open-legged, with her pout splayed right up tight against the glass. ‘You have such a filthy little cunt, don’t you, hon?’
She offered only a sob and a nod.
‘Say it!’ He pinched a nipple hard and she yelped.
‘I have a filthy little c-cunt,’ she whimpered.
Back in the control room, Pagan unzipped his fly, and Elsa didn’t try to stop him. She was using all the self-control she had to keep her fingers out of her panties.
‘There now,’ Nick said. ‘That wasn’t so hard, was it? And while everyone is enjoying the view of your naughty little snatch, I think I’ll take full advantage of that dirty mouth of yours.’ He pulled out his cock and shoved it, without preamble, into her mouth. She cried out, gagged slightly, then began to suck like it was her life’s ambition. Nick curled his fingers in the back of her hair and pulled her on and off as though she were nothing more than a fuck toy.
‘God, I hope he knows what he’s doing,’ Elsa said. ‘They’re only halfway through. He’s gotta hold his wad for at least a little longer.’
Just then, Pike and Beetle rushed into the room. ‘Holy shit,’ Beetle managed.
‘Sonovabitch,’ Pike added. ‘That’s sizzling.’
On the monitor, Nick pulled away and turned Deb back so that her tits were once again splayed against the window. ‘Is your cunt wet?’ he said, fingering in between her pussy lips. ‘Because I want to fuck you now, so I need you to tell me.’
‘Yes,’ she gasped, her breath fogging the window. ‘Yes, my cunt is wet.’
‘And what do you want me to do about that?’
‘I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck my pussy,’ she cried. ‘Please.’ She opened her legs wider and pushed her hips back, and Nick shoved into her and began to thrust.
Deb was close, Elsa could tell from the way she held her breath, from the way she bore down on Nick’s cock. Then Nick grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head sideways and back so he could kiss her hard on the mouth. ‘You don’t get to come until I say you can come, Beth. You were a very naughty maid and naughty maids come last and then –’ he gave a hard thrust that made her gasp ‘– then only if they’re good.’
Her breasts thud, thud, thudded against the safety glass as he fucked her. She practically went through the roof when his arm snaked around her waist and between her legs. His laugh was positively wicked. ‘I found your stiff little clit, hon, and believe me, it wasn’t hard to find.’ He tweaked it, and she groaned. ‘Does it make you want to come when I rub it like this and pinch it?’
Deb was too far gone to do more than nod and gasp for breath.
‘Well, maybe I’ll let you come after I’ve shot my wad, and it’s one helluva wad, sweetheart. I’ve been saving it up, looking forward to my time with the scope, but you invaded my privacy, didn’t you?’ He withdrew his hand and fondled her breasts, thumbing her nipples until she sobbed in frustration. ‘I’m not in any real hurry, sugar. I could hold my wad and tease you all night. What do you think?’
‘Oh please, Mr Smith. Pleeaase! I need to come sooo bad!’
Deb could be over the top sometimes, but Elsa was pretty sure the need at this moment was genuine. Hers certainly was.
Nick nibbled Deb’s neck, then began again with her clit. ‘All right, darlin’. I’m not a cruel man. And I’ve always believed in ladies first. But then you’re not a lady, are you, Beth?’ She shook her head wildly and Nick laughed. ‘Never mind. It’s all right. I don’t think that little puss of yours can take much more, so it’s OK if you come. In fact, I want you to come with me.’
In the control room, the only sound was heavy breathing. Elsa didn’t have to look to know all of her colleagues were masturbating. But she held herself. This wasn’t her fantasy. This wasn’t what she wanted to do with Nick, and even as she watched, knowing that she would come too before his little performance was done, her own Nick Chase fantasy was unfolding in her head.
The silence was broken by Deb keening at the top of her lungs, ‘I’m coming, I’m coming!’ It was easy to tell Nick was about to follow suit, but just as he reached the point of no return, he roared like a lion, pulled his cock from Deb’s still convulsing snatch, and shot his wad up her back and across the picture window in huge, arching spurts.
‘Jesus,’ Pike managed just before he jizzed into a handful of tissue.
Beetle was trembling out her orgasm in spastic jerks and gasps, and Pagan grunted his load into the trashcan at the end of the dressing table.
Elsa sat very still, feeling the tremors pass through her pussy and climb up her spine again and again. She sat with her eyes locked on Nick Chase, who had now dropped to his knees, his shoulders heaving for breath, his cock still gripped in his hand as Deb slid down the window like she was made of Jell-O.
Then Pagan stumbled back to the keyboard. ‘All right, Nick, Deb, you’re clear.’ He spoke into the mic, gulping air like he’d just run a marathon. While the sounds of zipping and tucking filled the room, he turned his attention back to the control centre and busied himself checking the recordings that were a part of each paying client’s package.
‘Wow,’ Beetle said, ‘I think all of us are gonna want a copy of that little number, Pagan.’
‘I’m already on it,’ the big man called over his shoulder.
Just then, Elsa’s BlackBerry rang. She answered, and h
er pulse went into overdrive.
‘Hi Elsa, it’s Rita here. Edward and I are still recovering from your Mr Chase’s fantastic debut. My God, he’s a hot one!’
‘You saw it?’ Elsa managed.
‘We more than saw it; we had a hot little session of our own while we watched. He’s definitely a keeper.’
‘You were watching?’ Elsa repeated.
There was a pause on the other end of the phone. ‘Sorry about that. It was a very last minute request, but Pike said he was sure you wouldn’t mind.’
Elsa glared at Pike. ‘Pike is just so helpful, isn’t he?’ She ground her teeth. ‘I’m glad you enjoyed it, Rita.’
There was another pause. ‘Elsa, whatever you do, don’t let Nick Chase get away. He’s exactly the kind of man you need … the kind of person Mount Vegas needs to strengthen its ranks.’
Elsa nodded dumbly.
‘Look, sweetie, I have to go,’ Rita said. ‘Totally starving after that little performance. I’ll Skype you tomorrow.’
Before Elsa had time to question Pike, the door burst open and Nick and Deb blew in. Deb was practically bouncing off the wall with excitement. As Elsa stood to greet them, Deb threw her arms around her boss and hugged her tight. ‘Did you see? It was amazing. Nick was amazing, wasn’t he?’ Before Elsa could answer, Deb was hugging everybody else in turn, leaping onto Pike and wrapping her shorts-clad legs around his waist to get a more effective bear-hug.
When Deb finally settled with both feet on the ground, Elsa turned her gaze to Nick. ‘Yes, he truly was.’
Deb barely heard her. She kissed Nick hard on the mouth, then gave him a giggly bear-hug. ‘You were amazing, Nick. We were both amazing, Mr Smith,’ she said in her thick Southern drawl. Then she smacked her lips. ‘I feel like I swallowed the desert. I need hydration.’
She waltzed off to the kitchen for a bottle of water, leaving Nick and Elsa standing practically nose to nose. In a move that was fast and hard, Nick pulled Elsa into his arms, forcing a little grunt of air from her throat before he took her mouth, and it wasn’t a thanks-boss-glad-you-liked-my-work sort of kiss. He pulled her whole body against him, running his large palm up under her loose shirt to stroke her back, and fuck if his hands weren’t calloused, just like in her fantasies. Any semblance of professionalism she tried to maintain between herself and Nick Chase went out the window as she threw her arms around his neck and returned his kiss. His inquisitive tongue explored her mouth, and she returned the favour, pressing herself up tight and close to the rumpled trousers he still wore, trousers that couldn’t disguise his very interested hard-on.
‘Mmnm,’ he moaned into her mouth, his hands finding their way down inside the waistband of her shorts to cup her bottom, resulting in a harsh intake of breath and a flinch. ‘Sorry. Forgot you’re tender down there,’ he said, and his groping became stroking with his fingertips just grazing her cleft.
She was on her toes, the very tips of them, in an effort to get up high enough for him to make contact with her ache. The undulation of his body was proof that it was exactly that contact Nick was aiming for, and at the moment, he didn’t seem to care that they were very much the centre of attention.
Deb returned to the room and offered a little sigh of surprise at their antics. They’d had group sex before; there was nothing they hadn’t done to each other and seen each other do. It was the nature of the job they did, and yet, being held by, being kissed and fondled by Nick Chase felt way more intimate than anything Elsa could ever remember feeling.
Somehow he had shoved and groped up her shirt until her breasts pressed hard-nipple tight against the muscular rise and fall of his chest. With a hand that had a mind of its own, she battled several unruly shirt buttons to expose him enough that flesh touched flesh – hot, needy, oxygen-starved flesh and, Christ, she’d never felt anything like it! She’d forgotten the two of them weren’t alone. Even if she remembered, it didn’t matter. Her hand slid low to caress the path of soft down under his navel. She wriggled her fingers into the gaping waistband of his trousers until they brushed his tight pubic curls, until the thick base of his cock tightened still further against her touch. He grunted as though she had punched him, shoving and thrusting to get closer to her hand.
‘Elsa.’ He whispered her name into her mouth. ‘Oh God, Elsa. I want … I want …’
And she wanted too. She wanted what she’d never had before, what she didn’t even have words for. But for a hot, tense moment of clarity, she was sure whatever it was, Nick Chase could give it to her.
And then Pike broke the spell.
‘Get a room, you two. You’re making the rest of us jealous,’ he said.
Elsa couldn’t help herself. She pulled away from Nick in an effort that would have been wrenching but for the knot of anger spurring her on. She turned on Pike and grabbed the front of his T-shirt in a tight fist, pulling him close to her. ‘If you ever, ever go over my head like that again, Pike, when I’m finished with you, I’ll make what you do in the dungeon seem like a waltz in the park.’
‘Oh come on, Elsa, it was the right thing, and you know it. Besides, you were already starting your act when Rita Holly called, so you can’t blame me for that.’ Pike’s mistake was not quite being able to wipe the smile off his face.
‘I didn’t ask for your opinion, and we’ll discuss this in my office in the morning.’ Then she turned and walked out of the room, walked out of the suite, walked out of the hotel.
Nick turned to follow her, but Beetle grabbed his arm. ‘Trust me, you don’t want to catch up with her right now. Give her a little chance to cool down.’
Chapter Eight
The slap, slap, slap of Victor’s balls against Tanya’s bottom, his tense grunts and the way that he grabbed at her hips told her that he was near to his climax. She wished that he would hurry up and just get it over with. She was bent over the end of the dressing table with the red silk négligée up over her butt. He’d got bored with tugging at her clit, which was just as well because she was pretty bored with it too. She glanced down at her watch. She was always proud that she had the ability to come any time she wanted, but she wasn’t so good at it when she was under a threat. Threats were not at all arousing, so she found herself doing something that she seldom had to do. She found herself faking her orgasm.
‘Oh, I’m coming, Victor! I’m coming! Is so good, so good,’ she cried out with all of the enthusiasm she could muster. At the moment she was pretty sure Victor wouldn’t care one way or the other if she was coming, but a little stroking of the man’s ego was good idea under the circumstances. She knew the man didn’t mind slapping women around when he was in a bad mood.
‘Of course you’re coming, you little bitch,’ he said. Then he grunted his load into her pussy as though his balls were busting. He had barely finished his coming before he pulled out and went into the bathroom. She tidied herself and poured two glasses of red wine. At the moment she would have rather had vodka – lots of it – but it was best to keep her wits. She could hear him pissing. He was a pig really, and he was a lazy fuck. He didn’t bother with finesse. Perhaps she wouldn’t have even known the difference if she hadn’t fucked so many men who were really good in bed, and who treated her with respect.
She heard the toilet flush, then the water in the sink was running. Around the edge of the bedroom door, she could see one of his colleagues watching porn on her television. Victor wouldn’t like that. A man wasn’t at his best with the hard cock, Victor would say. But she didn’t care. The man was nothing to her. All she wanted was to get Victor off her back and out of her flat. She glanced back at the bathroom door and then found her iPhone and pulled up the text that Nick Chase had sent.
Have agreed to finish out your contract. My first act is tonight. Will be in touch.’
It was very impersonal from the man who had agreed to take on such a big responsibility, but then they had only ever fucked once, and she was amazed that he would even consider fulfilling her contract un
der the circumstances. She had never expected him to, and she had never expected Elsa to agree that he could do this thing. There was no doubt Nick Chase was her hero, but heroes often got themselves killed, and Nick was a nice man, too nice for the situation. She would make sure to reward him the next time that she saw him.
She checked her watch again. She was worried about how everything was going with Nick. There was still no message about how the act had gone. Nick was a very good lover, but she thought he was very conservative. She couldn’t imagine him to be involved in any of the Mount Vegas acts. Such things would not be easy for him to do, but do them he must if he would fulfil her contract. And those things worried her very much considering that Victor knew about Nick already, even before they knew if he could do this thing or if he would try.
It was a text from Pagan that put her mind at ease, at least a little bit. It said Nick’s a natural, T! Don’t worry about your bonus. If anyone can get it for you, he can.
The flood of relief she felt was tempered by the disappointment that Nick hadn’t told her himself. But then he was probably worried that he wouldn’t be able to do it and he didn’t want to tell her until after, just in case.
‘Well? Any news about our boy?’
Tanya jumped, startled at the sound of Victor so close to her. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she had not heard his return. He took up one of the glasses of wine and drained it, then nodded to the iPhone in her hand.
‘He has done very well. The bonus will be secured, just as you asked.’
Victor sat down on the bed next to her and gave her a hard kiss that tasted of wine and the cigars that he always smoked. He reached inside the front of her robe to play with her breasts, squeezing them like they were sponges full of water that he needed to wring out.
‘Well, that’s a start, sweetheart; that should take care of the interest you owe me. And now we can talk about the principle.’
‘Interest?’ She slapped his hand away. ‘You didn’t say anything about any interest, Victor. You didn’t say that there would be interest.’
