by Jenna Kelly
This was wrong; she couldn't—yet she was. Her legs widened to grant him better access as her arousal grew. Despite herself, his groping hands only made her situation worse. Somehow she danced back to her feet and pirouetted, now actively looking for her next victim.
On screen, a woman had joined the couple, situating herself between the legs of the first. Reagan's heart skipped a beat. To the right of Neil was the blonde, whose eyes were glistening with desire. She thought of Carrie. She thought of the girls on the screen. She couldn't do this, right?
But, well, she could give the guys a show, right?
One leg bent slightly in from of the other, her hips cocked to the side, Reagan drew deeply on the joint, feeling the surge of whatever it was blow her inhibitions away. Holding it in her lungs, she bent at the waist and braced her hand on the blonde's shoulder as she swooped her head in low, her head back and her red hair flying.
The redhead's steadying hand shifted around the heavy-lidded girl's neck. She pulled the dreamy eyed woman close as her head tilted and her lips closed in. The blonde opened her mouth in anticipation of a kiss, but before their lips met, Reagan exhaled, passing the heady smoke between mouths.
She heard the blonde gasp. So wicked. So bad. Before she could stop herself, she closed the distance, feeling the soft touch of a woman's mouth for the second time in two days. Again, she reassured herself that this was all just for show. This was for the guys, she rationalized as she unfurled her tongue into the sassy blonde's mouth.
She heard them guys' cheer around her. Her pussy grew warm from all of the attention. She kissed the other woman harder. Maybe this whole scene wasn't too bad after all?
Pulling away with a theatrical swing of her hips, she spun around, gyrating in the blonde's lap before moving on to her final victim. It was the host, Paul. "That was really hot," he whispered as the song came to an end.
Reagan had to agree. She was on fire, hornier than any audience had ever made her at Midnight Hot. She felt his fingers slide along her stockings, tug at her g-string, then slide across her hips to pull her pussy against his erection.
"Time to get fucked," he whispered into her ear, his teeth painfully pulling down on her lobe. "Hope you're as good as I think you are!"
Sitting off him enough to look him in the eyes as she sucked on the joint, the last of the weed burning away, she nodded. "I've never had any complaints," she said huskily, pushing back as he grinded his hardness into her again. Her head was spinning from the weed; her whole body was warm with arousal.
When she regained her feet, the lightness in her head had moved to the rest of her limbs. Particularly her legs. She held out her hand for him, helping him up. He took it and stood with the same smoothness she'd seen in a smile. Like they were dancing, he moved to her side so naturally. "I'd like Neil to... watch," he told her. "I think he'd benefit a great deal—"
Reagan hesitated as she looked over at the shirtless man. This wasn't part of the deal. Her eyes swung further, across to the group of young guys and girls gathered around the doorway. She realized they'd joined them as she'd danced. All were looking at her with hunger in their eyes. They wanted her, her swimming brain was able to process.
"Okay," she reluctantly conceded. She couldn't get out of that room quickly enough…
Reagan shivered as she collected her purse and followed them towards the double doors of the bedroom. No matter what hand life had dealt her, she didn't want to think of herself as a girl who made her living on her back. This was just a necessary evil. Make enough, pay off Big Jack, and move on. And if the weed was going to help her enjoy it, that was good, too.
She deserved something from this.
***
David shuffled in his seat. His clothes felt scruffy, he needed a shower, and his headache hadn't eased. But worse of all, Grizz was still at the table.
The Englishman's sole objective was to remain in the tournament for as long as he could. See out today, he kept telling himself, see out today. In truth, his mind was on Reagan. He'd wanted to see her again all day—could that be why he'd had so much trouble focusing? Her text message during the last break had told him she couldn't meet him and would explain tomorrow.
What the hell was that all about?
Midway through the final session he was dealt Pocket rockets. His first real hand of the day. He hadn't received anything better than tens all tournament.
Rather than thank the poker Gods, it occurred to him that this was the hand that Doyle had so recently busted. Damn, how negative was that? He really was off the pace! Stroke the crystal, he told himself, but not yet. Show no emotion. It was his move and all eyes were watching him.
Slow playing was an option but he instantly threw that thought away. He'd seen too many bad beats today. Just take the pot then and there. He carefully counted out the chips, cutting them from the others and pushing them into the middle. Five times the big blind.
Grizz on his left thought for a few moments, leaning back in his chair and scratching his partially baldhead. Glancing at David, he muttered, "Raise." Taking his time, he pulled two stacks of chips from the piles in front of him. The pot sized bet made sense if David was unsure about his hand.
The man had been on his back all day and the Englishman hadn't had the cards to do a thing about it. Until now. This was too good an opportunity to miss. He gave a Hollywood pause, attempting to convey uncertainty, then gazed across at the eyes squinting back at him. "All in," he softly said.
Grizz's call was a given. He was pot committed. It was the move David wanted, but then the doubt crept back. If his hand was cracked he was out. Grizz cursed as the Englishman turned over his Aces.
"This kid can't play for toffee and he picks up Aces!" his opponent told a group of friends as he rushed across to the rail, ignoring the chequered shirttail flapping out of the back of his dirty blue jeans. "What the hell?!"
David ignored the comment. Doubling up at this stage would allow him to coast to the end of the day. After the constant ear bashing he'd experienced, maybe this was karma.
The flop killed him. King-Queen-Nine.
Grizz let out a whoop of delight, throwing himself into the arms of his supporters as they jumped up and down. They all wanted to join in his whoops of delight. "That's what I'm talking about… that's what I'm talking about—"
David felt claustrophobic. Lose with Natalie, he repeated to himself, blowing out a long sigh. Show some class. Not the easiest thought to hold onto, with Grizz's irritating tone informing everyone that he was about to bust his ass.
The turn was another King, giving his opponent a full house. That brought further hollering and arm punching from Grizz and his friends. In two cards he'd turned from despondent to a cheerleader.
David sat back down, quietly preparing himself for his exit. He only had two outs but neither was on his mind. He pulled the precious Sterak from his pocket and placed it on the green cloth in front of him.
So much for the power of the crystal—
The dealer's banged fist on the baize brought the card that changed everything. The card Norman Chase regarded as the prettiest card in the deck.
And at that moment, David agreed. He was back in it.
***
"Alright, let's get this started!" Neil clapped as he situated himself into the armchair directly across from the bed.
A smiling Paul led Reagan across the room, her head down so that her thick, copper locks hung over her face. A handler leading his filly to pasture.
Despite herself, the redhead was excited. All thoughts of how wrong it felt were floating away like the smoke from the weed. One of these guys had paid her two and a half thousand dollars for the privilege to fuck her, letting his friend watch was the least she could do.
Paul plumped himself down on the edge of the bed, caressing the tops of his thighs as she bent over him. "Undress me," he told her.
The buzz of adrenalin running through her was fuelled further as Neil suddenly appeared beside h
er, letting her take a long drag of the newly lit joint before he backed away to his chair again.
Reagan tossed her head back, making her hair dance a sexual tango before leaning forward to run her lips within inches of his, teasing him as her fingers went to the bottom of his t-shirt. When it was over his head and he was shirtless, she smothered his mouth with her lips.
Working his black jeans open, she slid to her knees as she pulled them off. "No underwear," she said with a raised eyebrow, enjoying the sexual power she was feeling inside.
"I like to be prepared," he winked back at her, grabbing his erect cock in his fist and pumping it once.
She hesitated a second, for some reason David came back into her thoughts. Damn! This time the shake of her head was to dismiss the thought and she leant forward to quickly suck the delicious looking cock it into her mouth. Geez, that felt good! She gave his thick manhood two quick sucks before slurping away and running her nearly naked body along him.
This wasn't as bad as she'd feared. Really, it was no different than what she did at the club. A little dancing followed by turning a trick or two. It was the easiest two and a half grand she'd ever earn. A few more of these and she'd be halfway to wiping out her debt to Jack. Besides, Paul was hot and Neil wasn't so bad, either. She'd had a lot worse…
Brushing her lips along Paul's, she made to kiss him before pulling back and swivelling into his lap. Neil had unzipped his pants and was jerking off as he watched from his chair. She should have expected it, but the sight shocked her all the same. Most guys wanked when they watched sex, right?
"Keep the stockings, but lose the panties, doll," he leered, glancing down between her legs. "I want to see that pussy!"
Reagan shivered as Paul closed his hands around her freckled swells. He pulled her body against his, squeezing her tits together and pinching her nipples. This was getting dangerously sexy. The thought of the masturbating man watching her perform was more of a turn on than she could ever have anticipated.
Using Paul's body for leverage, she lifted her hips off his, hooked her thumbs in her g-string, and peeled them away from her pussy lips that were already wet with anticipation.
"There it is," Neil hissed, grabbing the chair and dragging it as close as he could get to the bed.
Reagan attempted to ignore him, but somehow his nearness created even more excitement inside her. She took hold of Paul's cock and guided it to her wet furrow. It took three passes before he'd slid fully into her depths. Her eyes closed, her head went back. God, that felt so good.
She felt someone pushing a joint between her lips again and she sucked hard again, once, twice. With each inhalation of smoke, her arousal increased. Could it get any higher?
Paul's words interrupted her thoughts. "You just going to let him hang there?" he asked as his exploring hands aroused her further. "Suck his cock," he ordered.
The redhead quivered as she heard Paul flex his command with her. She didn't normally think of herself as a girl who liked to be dominated, but everything about this situation was turning her on. Leaning forward, she captured Neil's cock in her heads and drew it into her mouth.
"Fuck, baby…" he groaned. He pushed his fingers into her thick, red locks.
She matched her blowjob with Paul's driving thrusts, synchronizing the feeling of the two cocks inside of her. The heady sensation of hazy lust was back, this time fuelled not by marijuana but by the intense feeling of being taken. Truly taken.
Paul slid a finger into her anus and she went off like dry gunpowder. No man had ever touched her there and she surprised herself with the strength of her orgasm. Too much. Too fucking much! She yanked her head from Neil's erection, a strand of saliva stretching from her lower lip to his bulbous head.
It broke as she threw her head back and cried out in ecstasy. Paul's finger dug deeper into her asshole; she came harder.
"I think someone has an ass fixation," Paul laughed, meeting Neil's eyes. "Maybe later on, we can explore that?"
Reagan shook her head, but instantly knew she'd have to explore that thought. Not right now, though, and not with these two. But with David…? Now there was a thought that sent her into overdrive.
She began to bounce harder and harder in Paul's lap, desperately searching for a second release. Neil grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back to his spit-covered cock. Before she could take him into her mouth, though, she realized he had other plans.
"Wrap those tits around it," he growled, inching his rod into the valley of her swells. Gone was the mellow stoner. This man wanted to get off as much as she did.
Obliging, she collecting her gravity defying breasts in her hands and squeezed them around him. Give him what he wanted. And Paul. Get the orgasm she badly needed too. Then she could get out of there.
Between her saliva, sweat, and the clear pre-cum leaking from his cock, there was more than enough lube for him to glide through her freckled cleavage. "Oh, fuck yeah!" he moaned appreciately, sinking back in the chair as he began to really pump up into her.
She realized she didn't need to do any work. The guys were doing it all for her. She was their living, breathing sex toy. And she was getting off on it!
"Oh God…" she groaned, feeling the onset of an ever harder orgasm. Her two lovers were working frantically. Their breathing came heavy. Their thrusts harder. Desperate.
She felt Neil's balls tighten just under her tits. His gasp caught. "OH GOD!" she screamed, the words crashed from her throat. It was the crack of lightning. As Neil began to growl, she knew here came the rain.
"FUCK YOU BITCH!" he moaned, his cock rocketing cum up against the bottom of her chin before he could push her away. He fired the next blast across her pale nipples and into the pocket he'd just been fucking.
She felt Paul's hot seed fill her pussy behind her. His finger twisted in her ass, driving her higher up the wall of pleasure. She closed her eyes as the other man sprayed his juice across her face. Into her hair. Paul lifted her bodily to drive one last time into her well-fucked sex. She came all over him as he gave her the last of his manly tribute.
"My God!" Paul sighed, flopping back onto the bed.
Reagan smiled to herself. She hadn't realized quite how much she'd needed that. Maybe these private parties weren't quits so bad as she'd thought? Her mind whirled, high on the marijuana and the sex. Two and a half thousand towards her debt and a fucking that had burned into her very soul. That finger in her ass! The man watching them, then sucking his cock!
She was going home a satisfied woman!
Paul's next words changed everything. "The others are gonna love you!"
Like that, the highs of the drug and sex were gone. Her body went cold. Others? The arrangement was for her to fuck the host. Neil had been a bonus that had worked for both parties—but others?
"Let's start with you doing a couple at a time, like you did with Neil and I," Paul said cheerily, rolling off the bed and reaching for his pants. "Then, maybe we'll open up the room…"
"Um…" Reagan glanced at Neil, who was no hope. He was grinning like an idiot as he, too, went for his pants.
"It's what I agreed on with Big Jack. He told you, right?"
"Of course…" she answered, her blood as cold as the Antarctic. That bastard. That rat-fucking-bastard! What did he think she was? She had to get out of this. She hadto! "Um, mind if I grab a shower to rinse off?"
"Well, seems like a waste of time," Paul laughed, "but sure, go ahead. Bathroom's over there."
Reagan pulled her panties on and grabbed her purse as she hurried away. The guys watched her go. Paul said something she didn't hear and Neil burst out laughing. The redhead shuddered and pushed into the marble-tiled bathroom, her legs still wobbly from the workout she'd just done. Her mind felt numb as Paul's words keep resonating in her brain. The others are gonna love you… the others… the others...
When she came to her senses, she quickly locked the door and went for her cell phone. Bringing up David's number, she sent a quick te
xt along with a prayer. Please be done with that damn poker tournament!
Switching on the shower, she wondered how much longer she could delay. Please, David, please help me…
***
David folded his hole cards just as the text came through. Normally he wouldn't have his mobile active at the table, but he hadn't turned it off after reading the earlier text from Reagan. She might change her mind and ask to see him again, right? Better keep it on, just in case.
His blood warmed as he saw that the text was from Reagan. She was able to see him after all. It turned to freezing when he read the message.
Help! I'm in the penthouse at the Rio. P100. Now!!
