by Stone, Ciana
While the rooms had no amenities like clean bathrooms or fresh linens, they were equipped with cameras. That way Dino and the manager could film what went on and sell it to some guys who streamed it on the web. They got a thirty percent cut of what the guys made. More buck for the bang, Dino liked to say.
According to the text message she’d received from her pimp, Dino, this gig had scored them a fat 5k for a night’s work. Her cut was forty percent. Not bad. Particularly when you factor in the 2k they’d make selling the video to the online smut guys. If they kept up at this pace, by the time she was thirty they’d have enough to retire and find some place nice and warm to live. Somewhere you didn’t have to slosh through freezing rain and snow five months out of the year.
She checked the time on the old clock on the nightstand. Dino ‘s message said the client had been very specific. She slid out of her short shirt and tube top and peeled off her thong. Her outfit for the night was in her shoulder bag. A vinyl under the breast corset, stiletto heels and a black studded collar. And the flogger.
One of those, she thought. She’d seen it all. Men who wanted to be beaten, pissed on, stepped on and burned. Guys who wanted her to wear a strap on and fuck them, or who wanted to be tied up and raped.
Those were far easier than the ones who needed to deliver pain. She’d sworn off those and Dino had vowed never to steer another of that breed her way. So far he’d been true to his word. She was too young and pretty, too many years left in her to make him money.
And he loved her. At least he said he did. Sometimes Kathi wondered if it was her he loved or the money she made him spreading her legs.
Right now that didn’t matter. A knock on the door told her that her client had arrived. She opened the door to find a tall blond man with hard brown eyes and arms that bore the unmistakable style of prison tattoos.
“Hey,” she gave him her sexiest smile.
He never looked at her face. His eyes moved from her breasts to her bare mound. “I love shaved pussy.”
“Well come on in, baby.” She backed toward the bed as he entered and closed the door behind him.
He reached for her, running his hands behind her to grab her ass and pull her up against his groin. He was hard and ready. Kathi let him grope her ass and grind against her for a few seconds, then eased out of his grasp. “Let’s get you out of those clothes, stud.”
The man wasted no time divesting himself of his clothing. His chest was decorated with tattoos, two crudely drawn dragons, heading curling inward to meet in the center of his chest, each biting the neck of the other.
“So what you want, baby?” She asked as she pulled a condom from her bag.
*****
The glow from the dozen flat screen displays provided the only illumination in the room, casting eerie glow on the sharp angles of the face of the man seated in an elaborate, custom designed chair in the center of the room. With a twist of the joystick on the left arm of the chair, he could turn the chair to face any of the screens.
Like a king on his throne, from this seat he could view and control his empire.
He liked the analogy even if the term King was a bit limited. His kingdom was far more vast than any ever ruled before by one man for his was not hindered by geographic boundaries. His cyber kingdom circled the globe with thousands of tentacles that infiltrated deep into the culture and economy of every continent.
At present, ten of the twelve screens were crowded with computer code, his primary obsession. The other two displayed his other obsession. A hotel room in which a pretty blond in a black vinyl corset was doing down on a blond man.
The man was lying on the bed, his hands tangled in the blond’s hair and keep her firmly in place as deep-throated him. She knelt over him, her knees on either side of his legs. One view of the scene provided an excellent shot of her ass. The position exposed her vagina and her anus.
He felt the first stirring of an erection and let his hand drift down to his crotch, kneeding the thickening flesh through the fabric of his slacks. The couple followed the directives they’d been given. Moving from the blow job to the man flogging the woman until her ass welted.
When the man shoved her face down into the mattress and lifted her hips high to sodomize her the excitement started to pick up. It was clear that she was no novice to such action.
His erection started to fade and the first bubble of anger floated to the surface of his mind. No! He stroked faster and harder but it was no use. Within the space of a minute he was flaccid. And extremely annoyed. It was getting increasingly more difficult to find adequate stimulation.
Turning his back on the monitors displaying the couple, he busied himself with entering commands, then activated an online phone account and typed out a text message. A smile split his face. Soon the evening’s entertainment would take a turn for the better.
*****
Kathi wound her legs around the man’s body, pulling her hips up to meet his thrusts. Damn if this guy wasn’t insatiable. She was beginning to think he wasn’t ever going to come.
Suddenly the door shattered on the frame. The man atop her cursed and rolled over off the edge of the bed. She looked in shock and confusion at Dino standing in the doorway, holding a very large handgun.
“You fucking cunt. You think you can play me?”
“What’re you talking about?”
“I know!”
“Know what?”
“I know you fucking stole my money, that’s what.”
“What?”
“You fucking bitch! I fucking trusted you and you fucking cheated me!”
Kathi started off the bed, her hands in front of her in a pleading gesture. “Dino, baby, I don’t know—“
The bullet from the 45 cut her off and deposited half her brains out of the back of her head as it exited. The man crouched behind the bed jumped up, his lips drawn back and sharp incisors bared. He didn’t make it around the bed before Dino unloaded the clip into him.
And in a dark room lit only by the light of twelve monitors, he climaxed.
Chapter Three
Shilah had the cab stop four blocks from the hotel. She didn’t have any reason to suspect she was under surveillance, but old habits die hard. And she could use the extra time the walk afforded her to make sure she had her mind firmly wrapped around her role in this mission.
She was due to meet Leonidias at the Mandarin Oriental where they would set their mission into action and assume the roles of Leo and Shilah Hardison, newlyweds. Shilah didn’t have any doubt that she could pull off her part in the charade. She was a professional. She’d not forget her name or back-story and could put on the face of someone who was a bit of a lightweight in the brains department if the situation demanded.
What was going to be difficult was the control issue. It wasn’t just Leonidias who had a thing about control. She thrived on it. Needed to control every aspect of her life. Where she worked and lived and ate and played and who she allowed into her life or playground. If they didn’t play by her rules and under her command they were normally given a quick boot.
She’d once had a tutor tell her that she was a classic Type A personality. Impatient, highly competitive, hostile and aggressive, incapable of relaxing, over-achieving and driven. Okay, she could accept that, but being true to self, she couldn’t resist pointing out to the professor the next day that the Type A and B personality theory was old-school. While it may have been accepted in the 1950s at its inception, since that it’d been widely criticized for its scientific shortcomings.
Thus proving, according to the tutor, that she was definitely Type A. Whatever. She’d been though batteries of tests during her training and nothing had prompted a red flag. She was just a woman who liked being in control of her own life.
Which brought her back to the task at hand. Working with Leonidias. She’d spent the last twelve hours getting herself into the mind-set of character. Shilah Hardison would be a woman feeling like she’d just won the lottery
. A hot, handsome man as rich as Midas had chosen her and there was nothing she wouldn’t do to keep the man and his money.
She could do that. Pretend to be that woman. It wasn’t that hard. In fact the only thing at all difficult about this mission was that Leonidias bothered her. On many levels. Not just that he brooked no argument in following orders. He instigated feelings she wasn’t comfortable with. Hungry, demanding needs that stuck a sexual chord. Loudly.
But then, maybe that was a good thing. It would help her play her role better. And who was to say she couldn’t have a little fun? Clearly there was some kind of energy between them. Maybe she could find his buttons and push them a little. It would be interesting to see if she could make Big Leonidias squirm.
The thought brought a smile to her face and quickened her stride. Have a little fun and get credit for a cherry mission? Maybe life was smiling on her after all. No way she was going to let a little sexual sizzle ruin things. She took the back entrance and opted for the stairs. No one took the stairs. This was the age of laziness. Why walk when you can be carried? Slugs.
Luckily no one saw her exit the stairwell and get on the express elevator. A twist of the key in the control panel and she was headed for the Presidential Suite. She had to give Ken kudos. The Mandarin was top notch.
The elevator doors opened on the ninth floor and she stepped out into a marble vestibule complete with a powder room and cloakroom. The vestibule lead into a living room with tall ceilings and floor to ceiling windows that afforded a panoramic view of Old Two to Georgetown. Leonidias walked into the living room as she turned from the view.
Fuck me sideways.
Damn if he didn’t look good. Dark dress slacks that had the obvious stamp of tailor-made to the cut and fit, over which a muted blue dress shirt hung open, displaying his impressive torso.
“Honey, I’m home.” She gave him a smile and sailed past him.
Oh yeah. She could definitely handle digs like this for a few days. Forgetting Leonidias, she wandered through the suite. A walk-through study with leather walls housed a 60 inch flat screen television and sofas that begged her to plop down and wallow while channel surfing.
She paid little attention to the kitchen and dining room. Food was for survival. Nothing much exciting there. The master bedroom was sweet. A four poster bed, walk-in closet and even an exercise area with a treadmill.
The master bathroom brought a groan of appreciation. An windowed,infinity-edge SOK tub that filled from a ceiling height nozzle was the centerpiece. A separate spa showed with not one but two rain effect shower heads along with handheld nozzles and body jets completed what had to be the perfect bathroom.
Shilah grinned and back-tracked to the living room where she found Leonidias bent over a telescope placed in front of the door to one of the balconies.
“See anything interesting?”
He straightened to look at her. “Your wardrobe was delivered. Better change. Dinner will be served at eight. You’ll want to be in character.”
“No welcome home? Hey sweetie? Gimme a kiss?”
Her tease elicited nothing more than a frown. Shilah shrugged and turned to go into the bedroom. Might as well see what kind of clothes she had to choose from for the first performance.
*****
Leonidias jammed his hands in the pockets of his slacks and stared out over the landscape, going over the itinerary in his mind. The sound of singing filtered in from the bathroom. Loud.
He wouldn’t have pegged her for a country fan. Her singing continued for at least fifteen minutes off and on, ranging from country to pop to rap. Then it stopped. He checked his watch. She had twenty minutes. No way she was going to be dressed and ready.
Leonidias fixed himself a glass of ice water and took a seat, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. His internal clock kept time about as accurately as the expensive watch on his wrist. Eighteen minutes later the sound of Shilah clearing her throat prompted him to open his eyes.
She stood framed in the doorway. Make that posed. Hands on hips with one hip cocked a bit and head held high, a look of challenge in her smoky eyes.
She’d chosen well. The silk halter dress spilled down her body like liquid smoke, almost matching the color of her eyes. Clinging to breasts and hips it hinted at the curves hidden beneath and stopped at mid thigh to display legs that deserved to be showcased.
Her hair was worn down, loose and cascading around her shoulders.
“Well?” she asked.
“Well what?”
“How do I look?”
“Fine.”
“Fine?” She marched into the room. “Well damn, don’t hurt yourself with the compliments, honey.” She turned, grumbling. “Some husband you are.”
That reminded Leonidias of something. He rose and went to the bedroom where he’d placed a package. He hadn’t bothered to open it and didn’t now. He just took it into the living room and handed it to her. “Here, you’ll need this.”
She opened the package and withdrew the jewelers box. “Whoa!” She took out the diamond engagement ring and matching wedding band. “There’s enough ice here to fund a third world country. I’m suppose to wear this monster?”
“You’re married to a very wealthy man who likes to spoil his little trophy wife.”
She shot him the bird and slid the rings on. “These things are insane.” Then she grinned at him. “But what can you expect from an old guy who lands a hot young chick, eh?”
Leonidias didn’t bother to respond. Everything about her said she was deliberately goading him. Trying to get a rise out of him. It wasn’t going to work.
A chime alerted him that dinner had arrived. “Showtime,” he said and grabbed Shilah, fisting one hand in her hair to pull her head back while running the other hand up her dress to grab her ass. Just as the serving staff rounded the corner he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her.
There was a split second’s hesitation, a momentary tension in her body and a stiffness to her lips. Then it was gone. Her body melted into his, pressing firmly chest to groin and her lips parted.
A sound like a growl came from deep in her throat as his tongue plundered her mouth. She raised one leg, bent at the knee to hook her foot behind his knee and pull her groin more firmly against him.
“Excuse me, sir.” One of the waiters spoke up.
Leonidias ended the kiss to look at the man. Shilah gave a slight laugh and wiggled behind him. She worked her hands around his body beneath his shirt and slipped her fingers into the waistband of his pants.
“Shall we set up in the dining room, sir?”
“Yes, that’ll be fine. We’ll be along momentarily.”
Exchanging looks that clearly said they were sure they’d walked in on sex about to happen, the staff moved into the kitchen to being setting up the dinner. Leonidias took Shilah’s hands and pulled them out of his pants then turned to face her.
“I’m really not all that hungry, baby,” she cooed up at him. “Except for you. Why don’t we skip dinner and just fuck.”
“You’ll need your energy.”
“Come on, baby. I really want you. Now.”
The wicked look in her eyes was a challenge on more than one level. “Eat first, fuck later.”
She gave him a smirk. “You’re the boss.”
Leonidias watched her as she headed for the dining room. Either she was completely caught up in her role or she was playing him. He’d be willing to bet it was the latter. Guess it was time to teach her a lesson.
Shilah cut a look over her shoulder to catch Leonidias watching her ass. She started to grin as his eyes moved to hers but stopped short. Whoa! There was fire in those eyes. What the hell was he thinking? It was more than just a man appreciating the sway of a woman’s ass. There was something dangerous in those golden depths. Damn it all. She was a complete sucker for danger.
At the moment, however, she had to keep in character and convince the serving staff that she was nothing more than an
excited newlywed. The lucky girl who’d captured the golden goose.
She stopped beside one of the chairs at the dining room table. Leonidias almost took a seat when he reached the table then altered course and pulled out her chair for her. She took a moment to run her hand up his chest to his neck and pull his face down to hers and brush her lips over his.
“Love you,” she cooed before she released him and took a seat.
He leaned over and nipped lightly on her shoulder but said nothing. She made a mental note to remind him that he needed to be more verbose in public. He took a seat beside her and the steward stepped up to the table with a bottle of wine.
Leonidias glanced at the label and nodded, watching as the bottle was uncorked and the wine poured. He accepted a glass, swirled it in the glass, sniffed it then tasted. His lips pursed slightly, his brows coming together fractionally.
“Hmmm, I’m not sure.”
“Shall I have another vintage brought up, sir?”
“Not just yet. I simply need to test this one further.” He looked at Shilah, “Darlin’ would you mind putting your right breast in the glass? If it tastes good on your nipple it’ll do.”
Shilah nearly swallowed her tongue. Certain that the heat that’d suddenly flooded her face was evident to the steward she just gawked at Leonidias. “Oh forgive me, darling,” he cooed with that same dangerous glint in his eyes then looked at the steward. “Would you mind terribly turning your back for a moment?””
Despite his obvious shock, evidenced by his wide eyes and nervous shift from one foot to the other, the steward recovered enough to say “of course, sir.” He turned his back to the table.
Shilah shot Leonidias a look she hoped fully spelled the hurt she’d like to inflict on him at the moment. The guy might have his back turned but there was a mirror on the wall he faced that gave him clear view. Not to mention two more people in the kitchen who were probably copping a look.
