FULFILLING THE
CONTRACT

KD GRACE

Nick Chase’s first-ever blind date ends in disaster, leaving his date in breach of a very strange contract that costs her a huge completion bonus. Bleeding-heart Nick gets more than he bargained for when he negotiates to fulfil the contract for her and secure her bonus.

Tough and mysterious Elsa Crane runs Mount Vegas, which offers voyeuristic pleasures for a price. Nick’s job, with Elsa and her staff, is to give clients something worth seeing. As Nick and Elsa’s relationship sizzles and ignites in ways neither expected things get positively dangerous in this sequel to The Initiation of Ms Holly.

Fulfilling the Contract is dedicated to the many intriguing facets of sexuality and the pleasure and connection they bring.

Thank you, with all of my heart to:

Renee and Jo and all of the lovely Ladiez at Sh! Thanks for all of your inspiration, wisdom and encouragement. You are truly my heroes! Hugs and kisses and my deepest gratitude.

Hazel Cushion, Elizabeth Coldwell, Gwennan Thomas and all the fabulous people at Xcite Books.

Lucy Felthouse, for boundless PR expertise and even more boundless patience when it comes to staving off more than a few panic attacks and encouraging this neurotic writer to soldier on. Thanks for all that you do. I couldn’t have done it without you, EP!

Kay Jaybee, for being my partner in crime, my “terrible twin”, and for just being your fabulous, beautiful self. The journey has been so much more fun because we’ve shared it. You’re amazing! 

 Chapter One

Letting his cock do the thinking was never advised, Nick Chase thought as he pulled Tanya – what was her last name? Something Slavic – through the back door of the bar and into the desert swelter in the alley, kissing and groping as he went.

‘Fuck me here,’ she gasped, managing for a split second to take her delicious tongue out of his mouth. ‘Is sexy here, outside. You have the condom, no?’

‘No, I mean yes, I have a condom, but I’m not having sex with you in the alley.’ He grabbed her hand and pulled her around the end of the building. ‘My car’s over here.’ He nodded to the black Lincoln Town Car parked in the shadow of the building.

‘You drive limo?’ she asked. Did he imagine the disappointment in her voice?

‘I own a limo – several, in fact,’ he corrected. What the hell, was he bragging to get laid? How adolescent was that? Was he really that desperate? Forget desperate. It was compensation he was after. The night had gone straight down the crapper early on, and he deserved something nice to make up for it.

His last fare had had a heart attack in the back of his limo while banging a woman half his age. OK, people using his limo for sex was something he didn’t get his boxers in a knot over. This was Vegas. But heart attacks, even minor ones, those were boxer-knotting experiences, experiences that didn’t do his heart a lot of good either! The woman who caused the man’s meltdown had bailed at the first stoplight like they were in some shoot-’em-up film. It might have been funny if she hadn’t left Nick to rush Casanova to the emergency room. There he’d waited until the angry wife arrived several hours – and what would have been several good fares – later. He figured a minor heart attack was nothing compared to what the man would get from his wife when she got him home. Nick didn’t mind being a good Samaritan, but when a man twice his age and three times his weight got a good hard riding in the back of his limo, while he was reduced to slapping the sausage when he actually had time to be horny, it was hard to be sympathetic.

If that wasn’t bad enough, he left the hospital to find that his limo had been towed. By the time he’d found out where it was, paid a taxi to get him there, and paid the fine to release it, he was pissed off, tired, and $300 poorer for his night’s efforts. Feeling pretty damned sorry for himself, he’d stopped at the Mango for a much-needed drink. He couldn’t actually drink anything stronger than a Coke and drive on home, but home was a fair ways yet and, at least, some caffeine was in order. That’s where he met Tanya. She was a busty blonde with eyes the colour of toffee and a sexy Slavic accent that stirred him right in the crotch area. She sat down on the stool next to him, offering him a kick-ass smile as she ordered a Cosmopolitan. At first, he wondered if she were a hooker. But when she ignored the attentions of the guy on the other side of her and politely hinted that she wasn’t interested, Nick figured she was just a tourist who either got lost or adventurous. And when the man wouldn’t take the hint, it was Mr Good Samaritan to the rescue again.

‘Hey buddy, she’s with me.’ Nick offered a don’t-want-any-trouble sort of smile, to which the guy lifted his hands in response, mumbled an apology and took his beer over to the slot machines.

Three Cokes, a couple of strong coffees, and several Cosmos later, and Nick had forgotten all about his ambulance run. In fact, he’d forgotten all about everything except Tanya. He’d like to say it was her accent, or the fact that she was a good conversationalist, and both were true. But honestly, it was Tanya’s well-displayed cleavage that had his full attention.

‘If you want a real drink,’ she said, ‘is no problem. ‘You order it. I will take it in my mouth, swish it all around. And then I will kiss it into your mouth. Like this.’ She demonstrated with a mouthful of Cosmo and a cranberry-flavoured lip-lock that had his cock hard-pressed in his jeans. She came up smacking her lips. ‘And that way you will get the flavour and I will get the alcohol.’

‘Tanya, I could do that all night, but I think your science is flawed. I’d be both drunk and horny and I’d have to call a taxi to get both of us home.’

‘Is true. I swear,’ she said. Then she offered him a wicked smile. ‘As for the horny part – well, is a side-effect of the procedure, I’m afraid.’

That was when he dive-bombed her mouth with his, coming up breathless as her hand snaked up the inside of his thigh, and he returned the favour by toying with the hem of her curve-hugging minidress, all bright with the sort of tropical print Vegas tourists often wore.

The flirting became foreplay as she opened her legs to give him a glimpse of a skimpy red thong before sliding to the edge of the barstool and pulling his hand up against the triangle of fabric moistening next to her goodies. Her cherry red nails made less than gentle scratching motions against his fly as his mouth found hers once more. After another serious wrestling match with her tongue, he pulled her from the stool and practically dragged her toward the back door, groping as they went.

The parking lot was full of expensive cars, and two things quickly became clear. Tanya had had a few more Cosmos than necessary for an alcoholic buzz. And Tanya had a car fetish. ‘Oooh! A Humvee!’ she squealed. And before he could stop her, she raced over to the vehicle. That was no small feat in her outrageously high heels, and even more astonishingly, she actually stepped out of her red thong as she did so. Then she hoiked her skirt and hopped onto the hood of the black Humvee that was waxed to an eye-dazzling sheen even in the glow of the streetlights. Once she was up, her heels clunk-clunking on the waxed surface, she spread her legs wide and squatted, giving him a tantalizing view of her pussy before she arched her back and thrust her hips forward in just such a way that said pussy was up close and personal with said wax job giving it … well, a wax job. ‘Bože! Oh bože! Is good,’ she moaned. ‘Is so good! Come! Join me’

‘Jesus, Tanya! Get off there! Come down from there,’ he hissed, anxiously stooping to pick up the shed panties and stuffing them into his pocket. Three men came out of the bar and got an eyeful when Tanya chose that moment to flash her very excellent tits from her position high atop the hood of the Humvee.

The men made no attempt to look away, and Tanya made no attempt to hide what she had. And Nick had to admit that in the competition between his very impressed cock and the fear of getting arrested as an accessory to Tanya’s indecent exposure, his cock was winning, hands down. ‘Come on, come down here. Now!’ He gave another look around the parking lot and offered her his hand. Giggling loudly, she took it and slid, open-legged, off the Humvee, leaving a very wet path right down the centre of the hood that left no doubt as to what’d caused it. From there she launched herself at him mouth first, with her magnificent and still uncovered tits not far behind.

‘Ooooh! There’s a Porsche. I love Porsches.’

Nick figured if the Humvee made her wet the Porsche would probably give her multiples, but he wasn’t risking another scene. He kept his arm around her waist and half escorted, half carried her to the limo. Before he could get the door unlocked, she spat on her hands and slathered her nipples with a good dose of saliva. Then she gave the driver’s side window the full-frontal rub-up. Tit prints. Nick had tit prints on the window of his limo. Looking rather pleased with her artwork, Tanya leant on the back door, fingering herself while he unlocked.

‘Do the people ever have sex in your limo when you are driving them?’

‘Yup.’ He decided not to tell her about his last unpleasant experience.

‘Oooh, is sexy!’ She managed a grope at his fly and rubbed up against him before he opened the back door and pushed her in, with her pulling him in on top. ‘Do you watch them in your mirror?’ she asked, tugging loose his belt and going to work on his fly. ‘Do they sometimes make you come?’

‘Not so far, no.’

She made a tut-tut sound with her tongue before she slipped it back in his mouth. ‘Do they ever ask you to join them?’ She slurred the words across his lips.

‘I’ve had offers,’ he managed, pulling away far enough to tug at a delicious mouthful of nipple. ‘Wouldn’t be very professional me joining the orgy, though, would it?’

‘Spoilsport.’ She offered him a pout before she squirmed out from under him, and slid down his body to take his very agreeable cock into her mouth. And wow, could the woman suck cock! Her throat was seriously deep and her grip was tight enough to suck the paint off a mop handle. And her tongue – holy Christ on a pogo stick, her tongue was warm and wet and all over the place. He curled his fingers in the masses of blonde hair while she sucked and licked his cock like it was the best lollipop ever. Her skirt was still hiked up over her hips, exposing the shift and grind, shift and grind of her pert little arse as she rode her hand like a rocking horse. And the door was still open!

The smell of her pussy filled the dry desert air with a humid sea scent of female heat, and he could almost make out the wet sounds of her fingers dancing over her snatch above the slurping and licking of her tight mouth. But as delicious as her mouth was, it was her pussy he wanted. And she must have read his mind because, just as he reached for the condom in his pocket, she came up gasping and wiping her mouth.

‘Fuck me. Please fuck me, Nick. I need you to fuck me now.’

It was all he could do to hold her off until he got suited up for business, then she shoved onto him so hard that she left him gasping for breath and grabbing her hips in self-preservation, at least until he caught her rhythm. And then he let her ride him hard.

‘Your cock is so good. It fits so tight up in my pussy,’ she half whispered. ‘I need to come, Nick, I need to come so bad, so bad.’

As much as he wanted to knead and caress her luscious breasts, he couldn’t bring himself to shove her hands away from the filthy mauling she was giving them. Her nipples were engorged like fat cherry gumdrops that made his mouth water. Surely it must hurt, the way she pinched and tugged and squeezed.

He raked the nib of her clit until it pearled and jutted from under its hood and raked back against his finger, wet from the flood of her juices lubricating his sheathed cock.

‘Is hard. My clit is so hard,’ she sighed. ‘And my pussy is eating your cock like hungry mouth.’

Yup, it was doing that all right, and very well getting the job done. One last stroke of her clit and her orgasm broke in a vice-grip clench on his cock. ‘I’m coming! I’m coming!’ she keened, just as two more men stepped out – probably to take a piss in the alley. But they only registered as a minor distraction because Tanya’s tight grip and bounce and her fierce orgasmic tremors along his cock had Nick coming too. Tanya’s spasms milked every last drop from him, and it was a lot. He was amazed there weren’t broken bones or pulled muscles for their efforts.

He had just disposed of the condom and she was wiping herself clean with the box of tissues he kept in the back of the Town Car when another limo pulled up, way too close for politeness considering there was plenty of room in the parking lot.

At the sight of it, Tanya cried out, and it wasn’t with the delight she’d had over the Humvee. She tossed the wad of tissue she’d been using and turned to run just as a man the size of a small freight train stepped out and grabbed her by the arm. ‘You need to come with us, Tanya.’

‘No! No! Don’t let them take me, Nick. Please don’t let them take me.’ She hammered her little fists ineffectually on the man’s chest. ‘Leave me alone. I haven’t done anything wrong. I haven’t.’

‘Did you fuck him?’ The man asked, in a voice that seemed way too soft for anyone that size. When she began to sob, the man simply shook his head and helped her into the open limo. ‘You can explain everything to Elsa when you get home.’

At that, Nick attacked. Well, it wasn’t much of an attack. The man just shrugged him off and pressed him up against the hood of his own limo with one beefy hand. ‘This is not your concern, Mr Chase.’

‘It is if she doesn’t want to go, besides … How do you know my name?’ Nick didn’t strain against the man’s stiff arm hold. He knew it wouldn’t help. ‘She doesn’t want to go,’ he said, as if repeating it louder would send the big man packing in fear. Jesus! Where was his sense of self-preservation? Was he out of his mind? This could be Mafia; maybe this man was her pimp. Hell, he knew thinking with his cock was a bad idea. ‘I’ll call the cops,’ he threatened.

The man raised an unimpressed eyebrow. ‘And tell them what? Tanya’s drunk. And when she’s drunk she becomes a drama queen. She shouldn’t be here and she knows it. I’m just taking her home. That’s all. And I’d advise you to stay out of it.’

He gave Nick a half-hearted warning shove before he got back in the car and drove away with Tanya yelling, ‘Please, Nick! Don’t let them take me! I don’t want to go. I want to stay with you!’

And Nick, stupid man that he was, hopped in his limo and followed. 

Chapter Two

Nick followed the limo into a deserted part of the parking garage at the Cosmopolitan. There it stopped and Freight Train Man, who seemed neither surprised nor upset that Nick had followed, got out and held the door for Tanya. She ran to Nick and threw her arms around his neck. ‘Don’t tell her anything,’ she sobbed onto the front of his shirt.

‘Tell who? What?’

‘Elsa Crane. Is best we don’t tell her anything.’

Still holding onto him for dear life, she addressed the big man. ‘You don’t have to tell her this. Please, Pagan, it will be our little secret. I made mistake, that’s all. It won’t happen again. I can pay you.’

‘You can’t pay me enough to incur Elsa’s wrath, Tanya. Sorry.’ And the big man truly did look sad about his decision.’

They entered the Cosmopolitan through the casino like they were tourists, like whatever was happening was nothing out of the ordinary. The constant jangle of slots and bells and buzzers of electronic gaming surrounded them as they made their way through to the hotel elevator bank, Tanya clinging possessively to Nick. The guy she’d called Pagan flanked her on the other side and practically filled the elevator he escorted them into. To Nick’s surprise, they got off on the 20th floor and made their way to one of the suites. Granted, the suites in the Cosmopolitan were nice, but Nick had been expecting mahogany and leather in a private apartment that reeked of money and intrigue. Pagan knocked softly on the door. Tanya held Nick’s arm in a fingernail-gouging grip and whimpered softly.

A man who was as tall as Pagan but built much more like a dancer opened the door and nodded them in. He was dressed like Tarzan in a leopard-print loincloth that left little of a well-worked-out physique to the imagination. His only other fashion accessory was a pair of unlaced black Converse high-tops. That it didn’t seem strange to Nick was a testament to how long he’d been working in Vegas.

The man gave Nick a curious onceover then, with a jerk of his head, nodded them toward one of the bedrooms.

Sitting in the middle of the big bed was Tarzan’s Jane. Her loincloth and halter top barely covered the goodies, and it was obvious that the goodies were exceptionally fine. Her heavy auburn hair was in the process of escaping a large tortoiseshell clip, and a good bit of it hung in wild ringlets down her back and over her shoulders. Her do was all topped off by a bright blue headset that got lost in the crown of her hair and reappeared from the silky dark mass just in time to cup her ears. She wriggled bare toes at the end of well-muscled legs that went on for ever before disappearing under the small laptop upon which she typed madly.

At last the woman looked up, and Nick was astounded that someone with such dark hair had such blue eyes. The smile she offered was very bright and very brief as she took in the way Tanya still held onto Nick like she was about to walk the plank.

‘Did you two have sex?’ she asked without so much as a how-do-you-do.

‘That’s none of your business,’ Nick said.

‘It is my business.’ She pulled off the earphones and shoved them and the computer to Tarzan before crawling off the bed with all the grace the leopard print would imply. It was only as Tarzan settled into her place that Nick noticed the bedroom was buried in an array of monitors, keyboards, and other electronics he couldn’t identify. There were also two telescopes pointed out the window.

The woman came to stand in front of Tanya. ‘Did you have sex with him?’ she asked.

‘It was just once, Elsa, and we used the condom.’ Tanya’s voice was a breathless tremble. All trace of her alcohol buzz was gone.

‘Of course we used a condom. I’m not stu –’

Elsa raised her hand to stop him. ‘Mr Chase, though your use of a condom is commendable, it fails to absolve Tanya of what she’s done.’

‘What she’s done? She had sex. People do that, you know?’

She ignored him and focused her attention on Tanya. ‘You’ve got a month paid on your flat, and your two months’ severance pay’ll be deposited first thing in the morning. Pagan’ll go with you to clear out your locker, then he’ll drive you home, since you’ve been drinking.’

‘What?’ Nick exploded. ‘You fired her for having sex with me?’

‘No, Mr Chase. I fired her for having sex with anybody other than her approved partners.’

Before he could protest, Tanya spoke up. ‘What about my bonus? I still get my bonus, no? Is so close to the end of my contract.’

Elsa held her gaze. ‘You’re in breach of contract, Tanya, so no. You don’t get your bonus, and you knew that when you went off and broke the rules yet again.’

Tanya burst into tears. ‘But I need the bonus. I have to have, or how will I pay for my mother’s surgery and her convalescence afterward? That is whole reason why I need the bonus.’

‘You can’t be serious,’ Nick said. ‘OK, fine. Fire her if you have to, though I think it’s pretty stupid to fire someone because they had sex on their own time. In fact, I’m pretty sure if Tanya wanted to hire a lawyer, we’d find that what you’re doing’s illegal.’

For a second, Nick thought Elsa would laugh at him, the way her lips curled in a smile, the way her lungs filled with air, and then she spoke once again to Tanya. ‘Want to hire a lawyer, Tanya?’

‘Well of course she’ll say no if you intimidate her enough.’

Elsa rubbed the bridge of her nose and shook her head. ‘I’m not intimidating her, Mr Chase. No one is intimidating anyone, but she won’t hire a lawyer.’

Then Nick twigged. ‘Wait a minute; is she a prostitute, then?’

This time Elsa did laugh and Tanya wailed. ‘No, she’s not a prostitute, but she knows she’s in breach of contract, as she’s known the past four times she’s had sex outside the boundaries of that contract, and I’ve let her get away with it. But not this time. Not this time.’

‘You can’t do this to me, please, Elsa.’ Tanya wept openly, grabbing the woman by the hand. ‘Please, just give me one more chance.’

Elsa pulled away, somewhat more gently than Nick would have expected. ‘I’ve given you way more chances than I would have given anyone else, Tanya. Now I’m sorry, but what’s done is done.’

‘But it’s only two more months. Just two more. Please! What about my mother?’

‘You should have thought of that before breaching your contract. There are charities, places you can go for what you need, Tanya, but I can’t help you.’

‘Wait a minute.’ Once again, Nick butted in where it was none of his damn business instead of saying thank you very much and scramming fast. ‘So you’re getting two months’ severance pay?’

‘And it’s a lot,’ Elsa said. ‘MV pays its employees well.’

‘Is not enough, though.’ Tanya bit her lip and wiped at her nose with the back of her hand. ‘It will never be enough.’

‘And she only gets the bonus if she finishes the contracted period?’ Nick said.

Elsa nodded. ‘It’s a three-year contract with a very large completion bonus.’

He took a step forward. ‘How large?’

‘Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars,’ Tanya sobbed.

‘Jesus! A quarter of a million? That’s one helluva bonus,’ Nick said.

‘And it would have been mine in two months, just two more months.’ Tanya wept against his chest.

‘How can you be so heartless? And just because the woman wants to have sex? Who doesn’t?’

‘It’s a contract, Mr Chase, and one that Tanya’s broken repeatedly. As for sex, it’s readily available to her. Even you she could have had if she’d only followed the rules.’

‘It’s just two months, damn it! And there are extenuating circumstances.’

‘Extenuating circumstances which Ms Povic chose to ignore each time she spread her legs for a stranger.’ Elsa raised a hand. ‘I don’t blame you. It’s not your fault. As you say, everyone wants sex. But since you don’t fully understand the circumstances, then it’s best you stay out of it.’

‘Sorry to interrupt,’ Tarzan said from his cross-legged position on the bed, which did little to hide his junk. ‘But someone’s complaining about the noise coming from room 2031.’

‘Who?’ Elsa’s attention shifted instantly to the hodgepodge of electronics set up on the dressing table. ‘I need a room number, Pike, I need a room number!’

‘Uh, 2039.’

Elsa slid another headset over her mass of hair while her fingers flew over the keyboard of another computer. ‘Damn it, they must be really loud. I was sure we’d cleared enough rooms so no one would be disturbed. Pike, when I connect, tell Beetle to moan and shout she’s coming.’ Raising a hand, she pointed at him as she spoke into the headset. ‘Hello, Mr Hegel, this is the front desk.’ She batted her eyelashes and smiled. ‘Yes, I’m calling about the disturbance. Oh my! Yes, even I can hear that. Mm hmm, uh huh, I see.’ The smile on her face never wavered. ‘Mr Hegel, I’m so sorry for the inconvenience. Really, it’s a mistake that you’re even in that room. The whole floor’s being used for a film. No, not a porn film. It’s a romantic comedy.’ Once again she nodded and smiled. ‘Yes, I know, the industry’s certainly pushing the boundaries these days. Nothing decent to watch any more.’

She listened politely and nodded, then cut in. ‘Mr Hegel, obviously the hotel can’t stop the filming, but what we can do is give you $500 worth of credit in the casino. Yes, that’s right. We’ll also give you an upgrade for your room as well. One of our terrace suites is available. We can have the bellboy come up now and move you if you’d like.’ She gave the cue to Pike again. Even Nick could hear someone shouting, “I’m coming, I’m coming!” over the headset. Elsa nodded and kept smiling. ‘Oh, you want to wait till morning. Well, if you’re sure you can endure it, Mr Hegel. We’ll have you moved first thing tomorrow. You’re welcome. Sorry for the inconvenience.’ She punched a few more keys on the computer, pulled off the headset, then turned her attention back to Nick and Tanya.

‘Surely you can give her one more chance. I mean it’s her mother,’ Nick said. ‘And really, it was my fault. I’d had a bad day and I wasn’t on my best behaviour.’

Elsa tossed the headset back onto the dressing table and rubbed the back of her neck. ‘Mr Chase, unless you want to fulfil Tanya’s contract for her, this conversation is over. It’s been a very long day, and I’ve had enough. Pagan will escort the two of you back downstairs, and since Tanya no longer works for me, I don’t care if you fuck her brains out. Now if you’d –’

‘All right,’ Nick interrupted. ‘I will.’

Suddenly, all eyes were on him. ‘Tell me what to do and I’ll fulfil the contract for her. After all, it’s my fault she’s in breach.’

Tanya gave a little yelp that sounded like a kitten in distress and Elsa laughed out loud. ‘Mr Chase, you don’t even know what Tanya’s contract involves.’

‘I assume it has something to do with what’s going on in room 2031. It’s not prostitution is it?’

‘No! No, is not prostitution.’ Excitement vibrated through Tanya’s voice. ‘Is nothing like that.’

‘Actually, it’s something like that,’ Elsa corrected. ‘My people get paid for sex.’

‘I don’t understand,’ Nick said.’

She nodded him over to one of the telescopes set up at the bedroom window. When he balked, she nodded again. ‘Go ahead; check out what’s going on in room 2031.’

Nick nearly knocked the scope out of focus at his first view of the naked arse of a man pistoning his cock into a woman bent over a big bed. Her head was buried between the legs of another woman, who was pinching her own nipples for all she was worth and writhing beneath the serious tongue action.

‘Then they are prostitutes.’ Nick’s voice dropped to a whisper, as though he feared he might disturb the people he viewed through the scope.

‘No.’ Elsa leant close to him as though she could see over his shoulder. ‘They all work for me, and they get paid a lot of money to have sex with each other while someone else watches.’

With difficulty, Nick took his eyes off what was going on in the scope. He suddenly felt dizzy. ‘Let me get this straight, these people –’ He nodded around the room. ‘All of these people and those –’ he pointed to the scope ‘– have sex with each other and people pay money to watch.’

Elsa nodded ‘A lot of money.’

‘And that’s what Tanya was doing? That’s what the contract’s about: having sex and letting people watch?’

‘That’s what the contract’s about,’ Elsa said. With a smirk, she pulled Tanya’s red panties out of Nick’s pocket where he’d forgotten he’d stuffed them after he’d picked them up from the parking lot at the Mango. She handed the tiny scrap of fabric back to Tanya and replaced it with a black business card, briskly patting his pocket as she did so. ‘I know how much you loathe your job, Mr Chase, and I can almost guarantee you’d find what Tanya does a lot more satisfying. But –’ she ran a hand down and gave his crotch a quick grope ‘– it takes some serious balls.’

He elbowed her away and shoved past Tanya and Pagan. ‘You people are all crazy if you think I’d … if you think I might …’

Elsa offered him a smile that he felt, much to his discomfort, right down between his legs. Then she lifted an eyebrow and gave a shrug that made the dark gloss of her hair shimmer in the subdued lighting. ‘You asked.’

That was it. With his heart hammering and his cock shoving at his fly, he fled the suite with Tanya wailing behind him, ‘Please, Nick! Please don’t let her do this to me. Please, Nick!’

He could still hear the echo of her words as he fled the Strip, fled the lights, fled the city limits. He found himself driving out toward Red Rocks before he pulled off on a dark side road. He opened the door to the cool desert air and undid his jeans. He wondered how he could possibly be horny after what had happened to poor Tanya because of him. But, Jesus Christ, he was! In fact, he was so turned on he’d feared he might have to pull into an alley and get some relief before he even left the city.

He wrestled the heft of his cock from his boxers with a grunt, as though the weight of it was almost too much for him to lift, and damned if it didn’t feel that way. He gave his balls a cupping, biting his lip and sucking in a heavy breath as he did so. Then he spat on his hand and ran it down his length in a tight fist, feeling a shiver pass up his spine at the anxious stretch of himself. He jerked and tugged to thoughts of Tanya exposing her pussy and wiping her juices over the waxed hood of the Humvee. By the time his thoughts shifted to the view through the telescope, the tight clench and release of the man’s arse as he jackhammered the woman bent over the bed, feasting on pussy, Nick had dragged himself from behind the wheel to lean against the limo. His efforts with his cock had turned into a tense thrust and squeeze of a battle. Yes, what they were doing was outrageously hot, and if he’d been alone in the room, gazing at the action through the scope, he’d have undone his fly and had a good hard wank, maybe even more than one. Precome sheened the end of his cock as he recalled he hadn’t been the only one watching the trio. Someone had paid a lot of money to watch them do the nasty.

His grunts and groans filled the silent desert night as he worked himself, kneading his tight balls and thrusting into his fist like it was a pussy, like it was Tanya’s pussy. The limo rocked from the press and shove of his body as he put Tanya and himself in the hotel room instead of the threesome, as he bent her over the bed in his imagination, her snatch spread slick and begging. The pressure built as he thought of the audience viewing him from an anonymous place, tugging at hard cocks, maybe fingering wet pussies, as they watched him slide into Tanya, as she quivered and grasped and begged him to fuck her harder. And the anonymous audience, suddenly and surprisingly, had Elsa Crane’s face. Elsa in her leopard print, Elsa with her hand up under her loincloth, Elsa shoving aside her halter to fondle breasts that were surely magnificent. Then Elsa joined Tanya in his fantasy. In fact, Elsa replaced Tanya on the bed, face up. She lifted her loincloth until he could see every wet fold of her silken slit, until he could see the hard press of her clit, until there was no longer any denying himself the woman lying there on the bed, legs spread, arms open, pussy pouting.

As he imagined thrusting deep into Elsa’s hot tightness, the world behind his closed eyelids burst in a kaleidoscope of colour and light, and when he came, the explosion rocked him to the core as he shot streamers of semen onto the desert floor, glistening pearlescent in the lazy moonlight.