Raven's Revenge (The Pleasure Pros Book 2)

by M T Stone

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  M.T. Stone

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  Raven’s Revenge

  Book 2 in The Pleasure Pros Series

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2014 by M.T. Stone. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the publisher.

  Steamy Nights Publishing

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  First Edition – December 11th, 2014

  This book is dedicated to everyone who loved Raven’s Seduction. Thank you for all the great reviews, I really appreciate your support. It is also dedicated to Jane and Brian for contributing their Lifestyle knowledge. The Author recognizes all trademarks of any companies, products and services mentioned in this work of fiction.

  Chapter 1

  Raven

  Once again, I pushed Gunner’s shirt down between my legs as the officer’s eyes drifted down the length of my thighs.

  “You’ve gained some modesty in the past hour,” he remarked sarcastically while punching my license plate number into his laptop.

  “If you actually knew me, you would know that I’m normally quite modest.”

  “After twenty years in law enforcement, I’ve learned never to make assumptions about anyone.” He smirked condescendingly.

  “My girlfriend and I were so bored with our lives,” I began to explain.

  “Hey, I’m not here to judge you or your life choices,” he said, pulling his eyes from his computer. “I’m more concerned with how much you have had to drink tonight.”

  “I just had a glass of wine after we finished the show,” I claimed, thinking back to how I had guzzled everything that Gunner poured into my glass. “I should’ve let him call Toby.”

  “Who’s Toby?”

  “Carter’s limo driver. Gunner wanted to call him to give me a ride home, but I knew that I would need my car to run errands in the morning.”

  “Yeah, you probably should’ve postponed the errands.”

  Fuck. He knows my real name and was apparently watching my show tonight. This is really creepy. “They don’t mind you watching porn on the clock?” I asked, hoping to rattle him a bit.

  “I just came on my shift,” he replied smugly. “I live about half a mile back, so I was just leaving my house when you went speeding past.”

  “Oh. Are you married?” I asked, thinking that maybe his wife would disapprove.

  “Divorced, which is why I occasionally resort to alternative sources of entertainment.” He gave me a dead serious look.

  “I see.” Shit, I was really hoping to gain some sort of leverage.

  He punched my driver’s license info into his laptop. “Well, it looks like your driving record is clear.”

  “Yeah, I’m normally a very responsible person.” I sat there silently, planning my next move. “What’s your name?” It was too dark to read what it said on his badge.

  “You can call me J.O.,” he replied casually. “Okay, I need you to blow into the tube,” he instructed as he held a Breathalyzer in front of me.

  “Okay,” I said hesitantly. Should I blow or demand a blood test?

  “Do you really want to go down to the station dressed like that?” he asked after seeing my hesitation.

  “No.” Good God, I have no leverage whatsoever! I blew into the tube, hoping for the best.

  “Point zero eight,” he said after glancing at the display. “That means we can go either way.”

  “Either way?”

  “You are right at the legal limit, so I have the right to charge you with a DUI. But since you aren’t above it, I also have the option of just making sure you get home safely,” he replied, giving me an uncomfortable look.

  “So what will it take to get a ride home?” I asked, knowing full well it would have something to do with sex. After all, I was sitting alone in a car with a divorced middle-aged man who had just finished watching my sex show.

  “It’s been a long dry spell since my marriage hit the rocks,” he started out. “We hadn’t had sex for over a year before she left and that’s almost three years ago.”

  “So you haven’t had sex in four years?” I asked, instantly feeling his pain. No wonder he’s a little on edge and turning to porn. Now I know for sure it’s going to involve sex.

  “Isn’t that pathetic? Four damn years.” He stared out the windshield, shaking his head.

  “Especially in this part of the country, where sex is everywhere.”

  “Not if you are in law enforcement. We have a pretty strict code of ethics.”

  “So can I assume that blackmailing me would be against that code of ethics?” I smiled.

  “Most definitely.” He chuckled. “Especially blackmailing you for sex. That would definitely make the front page if it ever came to light.”

  “So what do you want?”

  “Well,” he paused. “I guess I would really like to meet Sapphire in person.”

  “Sapphire? Sure, that would be easy enough.”

  “Is it true that everything is recorded up there?” His eyes widened.

  “Yes, that’s exactly how I got sucked into the mess I’m in,” I told him.

  “So you aren’t doing it by choice?” He shifted in his seat.

  “I went there willingly at first, but the woman who invited me turned out to be Carter’s daughter. If I don’t make it through all ten levels, he has threatened to expose my identity,” I told him with an instantaneous crack in my voice.

  “I have to admit, I never would’ve recognized you after looking at your license. You have a pretty amazing disguise.”

  “It’s a friend of Gunner’s who works for the movie studios. She can make you look like a completely different person. She could do it for you, too,” I offered hopefully.

  He sat back silently for nearly a minute before responding. “Alright, I want you to hook me up with Sapphire, but don’t tell her I’m in law enforcement. I’ll go in undercover and while I’m there, I’ll see if I can dig anything up on Carter.”

  “Yeah, there is nothing wrong with a little undercover work,” I blurted out, thrilled by the thought of going home instead of to jail. If I hadn’t been so elated by the shifting tide, I probably would’ve realized that he was using me as a pawn to get closer to Carter.

  “I’ll even pay for your first session.” I offered as a gesture of extreme gratitude.

  “How much is it?”

  “$500 per time.”

  “How the hell is that legal?”

  “You have to sign a modeling contract before you start. They classify it as a screen test.”

  “That’s hilarious.” He laughed out loud. “As if anyone would want to see an old guy like me in the buff.”

  “Hey, don’t count yourself out. There are people out there with all kinds of weird fetishes. That’s one thing I’ve learned in these past few weeks.”

  “Alright, let’s get you home. I can’t let you drive, but I’ll have a buddy drop your car off for you,” he offered.

  “That would be great! Just let me grab my purse and I’ll give you $500 cash for Sapphire.”

  “We’ll consider it payment for getting you and your car home safely.” He smiled.

  “It’s a deal. Just send a text to 415-555-SEXX and ask for Sapphire,” I told him, in addition to turning over the cash.

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bsp; “I think I better pick up a burner phone before I send her that text.” He shut off the flashing lights and pulled his squad car back onto the highway.

  “God, I hope you can find something to nail Carter on.” My mind began to stir as we headed down the highway back into the city.

  My phone buzzed about the time that J.O. dropped me off at home. I knew it had to be Gunner checking up on me, so I left it in my purse until I got out of the squad car.

  Gunner: Get home ok?

  Me: Yup! I have a good story to tell you though.

  Gunner: Why? What happened?

  Me: I’ll tell you about it tomorrow.

  Gunner: I knew Toby should’ve driven you home!

  Me: It’s all good. Talk tomorrow.

  Gunner: GNite

  Having snuck up the back stairs, I made it all the way to my door undetected. I slipped my phone back into my purse and pulled out my keys.

  “Who are you?” a familiar voice asked, just as I slipped my key into the deadbolt. Shit, it’s Tom!

  “Raven St. Claire,” I answered in a suddenly acquired English accent. “And who might you be?”

  “I’m Tom Weber, I live at the end of the hall,” he replied suspiciously. “Are you friends with Jillian?”

  “Yes, I just moved from London and I’m crashing with her until my flat is ready,” I said, trying to keep up the ruse.

  “What happened to your clothes?”

  “A bit of a bang gone badly, you might say.” I turned the key to unlock the door. “I best be getting inside, before anyone else comes along.”

  “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” Tom said, leaning into the doorway. “Is Jillian around?”

  “No, she’s out for a bit.” I stepped inside and closed the door most of the way. “Would you like me to leave her a note?”

  “No, that’s fine. I’ll talk to her later.” He smirked. “Nice to meet you… Raven St. Claire.”

  “Nice to meet you, too, Tom.” I smiled and closed the door. Oh good lord, what else could go wrong tonight?

  Ok, I really wish I could erase the last couple of hours. Leave it to me to get pulled over and then run into Tom with nothing but a shirt on. Fuck it. I slipped into bed still wearing Gunner’s shirt. I just love the way he smells. My mind suddenly sparked at the thought of what had gone on earlier in the evening. After being shocked, vibrated, pulled over, and caught by the neighbor in nothing but a dress shirt, the only thing that stuck in my mind was the way Gunner had kissed me. My thoughts continued to bounce all over the place during the night, mirroring my body positions. I really hope that cop can nail Carter on something. I would love to see him behind bars. I can’t believe I actually saw fireworks when Dalton kissed me.

  ~~~

  Gunner

  That will never happen again. There is no reason for her to be driving herself home after drinking. That’s why we have Toby around. All of the various scenarios that could have possibly occurred began to play out in my mind. I thought back to how I had convinced myself a few weeks earlier that I would keep my feelings suppressed until this whole ordeal was over. That didn’t work so well.

  Determined to make it another full week, I tried to turn my thoughts to something else. I pulled up my stock market app to see how my investments had closed out the week. That only distracted me for a few seconds. I’ve got two newbies and a level three lined up for tomorrow, so I need to get some sleep. Maybe a good stiff drink will help.

  After four or five shots of Jameson, my mind finally started to calm down and my eyelids began to grow heavy. Unfortunately, I instantly sprung back to life when my phone beeped. I knew it had to be Raven.

  It was Sapphire instead.

  Sapphire: Congrats! I see you guys had another record show.

  Me: Thanks

  I had known Sapphire long enough to know that she wasn’t contacting me to tell me congratulations. What does she really want?

  Sapphire: I guess I’ve been completely replaced, huh?

  Me: Sorry you feel that way. You and I had a good run.

  Sapphire: When are we going to do a scene with Raven?

  Me: Level 7 – in two weeks.

  Sapphire: I can’t wait… ; )

  That was a little strange. Sapphire never sent me a text unless she had some sort of agenda. I looked back over our conversation and she actually appeared to be in a pleasant mood. Maybe she is beginning to accept being friends with no benefits. My mind quickly drifted back to Raven. Good night, Raven… I’m glad you made it home safely.

  ~~~

  Raven

  After getting my blood drawn, I spent the rest of Saturday morning running errands and buying some more new clothes. The first thing I did was go to Lord & Taylor to replace the black lace dress that Gunner had cut to shreds the night before. After that, I went to the ATM and deposited that huge paycheck into my bank account. I’m going to have to keep this deposit slip for my scrapbook.

  As lunchtime approached, I began to worry about Amber. She had called me every Saturday morning since our little adventure had begun, so it struck me as odd that I hadn’t heard from her. I tried to call her, but it went to voicemail after a few rings. Hopefully Blade didn’t hurt her. He said they had a good talk afterward and that she would be back.

  After a few minutes of worrying, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Amber.

  Amber: I’m meeting Blade for lunch. Wanna join us?

  Me: Where?

  Amber: Ziggy’s

  Me: Really? I’ll stop by to say hi.

  Blade must have chosen Ziggy’s bar. It was one of the local dive bars where neither Amber nor I would even consider having lunch. I’ll have a bottled beer, but other than that, I’ve lost my appetite. Two young guys were playing pool when I walked in and several grumpy old men were sitting at the bar; the exact scene that I had expected to find.

  “Over here!” Amber waved me over to a small table back in the corner.

  “Couldn’t you guys find a dingier place to eat?” I teased, shaking my head at the two of them.

  “Best burger basket around,” Blade countered. Hmm, that could be. I haven’t seen a red plastic basket like that since I was a kid.

  “So what’s going on?” I asked, curious as to why they were together.

  “Blade was just telling me how much money you and Gunner are making with your little show,” Amber replied, narrowing her eyes. “You never mentioned that they were paying you to do it.”

  “I paid for the first two sessions and then Gunner talked me into signing a residual contract,” I replied nonchalantly.

  “And you assumed that they wouldn’t be interested in me?” She retaliated.

  “I didn’t want you to feel bad if they didn’t offer you one.”

  “Your only mistake was starting out with Sapphire,” Blade interjected, recapturing Amber’s attention. “She never brings any new girls onboard. She’s scared of being replaced by some newbie I guess.”

  “I’m new to this, too, honey,” I assured her.

  “You still should’ve mentioned it. You know how broke I am.”

  “It’s not her fault, Amber,” Blade snapped. “She obviously has no idea how popular your red hair and creamy white skin will be with our members.”

  “You’re right, I had no idea,” I confessed.

  “Drives me wild, too,” he replied with a sinister look in his eyes.

  “That’s awesome, Amber! I’m happy for you.”

  “Well I haven’t signed on yet. We still need to set some ground rules,” she replied, glaring at Blade.

  “Hey, I was just testing you,” he laughed, taking another bite of his burger.

  “I used the safe word last night,” Amber admitted sheepishly.

  “Yeah, I heard. I was hoping to borrow some clothes from you, but you were already gone.”

  “Always carry a spare set of clothes girls… that’s my little tip for the day.” Blade grinned.

  “Yeah, that will never happen agai
n. I actually got pulled over by a cop on the way home.”

  “No shit? And you were wearing what?” Amber gasped.

  “All I had on was one of Gunner’s white long sleeved shirts.”

  “Nice!” Blade snorted. “I’ll bet that was an interesting stop.”

  “I thought I was totally screwed, but everything worked out in the end.”