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  The sound of the shower turning off had her hastily picking up her pajama bottoms and slipping them back on. The ache in her pussy as well as the sticky residue of their climaxes were telltale reminders of how hard Brody had fucked her just a few hours ago and how hard she had come. Her ass was still sore also and when she palmed her left cheek, she felt the slight warmth that remained from her first spanking. Funny, she thought as she padded into the kitchen to put on coffee, she had never considered she would be into anything kinky when it came to sex. After hooking up with Ted, she had just been glad to be getting laid regularly. But the two years of regular sex with her ex didn’t compare to her one time encounter with Brody. Her climax last night had been off the charts, an experience she would have denied was possible if anyone had been able to vocalize it. No one would have been able to explain let alone convince her that the pain and humiliation of a bare assed spanking could induce such a powerful orgasm. Just recalling that awesome pleasure was enough to get her pussy wet again, make her empty sheath ache for another round of rough, deep thrusts and make her buttocks clench tightly in anticipation of a stinging slap.

  Unfortunately, she knew before she had overheard Brody on the phone that last night was a one-time encounter, one she had initiated and practically forced on him. That fact was reinforced when Brody entered the kitchen fully dressed, his bag packed and ready to go. Apparently, knowing he was keeping things from her concerning Charles and that he only fucked her last night because she had driven him to a point where any man would have caved wasn’t enough humiliation to keep her body from wanting him. Her eyes locked on his mouth and watched those sensuous lips tighten as she recalled how they felt against hers, how the erotic scratch of his bristles from his goatee rubbing against her cheeks and chin had added to the pleasure of his kiss. The memory made her nipples tighten and when those pewter eyes took notice, her pussy wept for more of what she knew she would never have again.

  “I have to go.” Brody winced at the hoarseness of his voice, but walking into the kitchen and seeing her standing there looking so vulnerable was nearly his undoing. Of course, seeing her still clad in those emerald green silk pajamas that he found sexy as hell, her hard nipples as obvious as the look on her face, had his cock twitching to get between her legs again. He wasn’t about to compound his error or her life, though, by making that mistake again. “I’m sure Charles will be in touch and get over here as soon as he can.” What was another lie among so many?

  Ignoring that comment, Piper simply asked, “Do you have time for breakfast?”

  “No, I’m sorry.” Truth was he didn’t have to leave for the airport for several hours, but there was no way he could stay around here now without tossing her down and fucking her again, this time taking it slower, revealing those awesome breasts to his hands and mouth, taking the time to taste that sweet, tight pussy. He sure as hell didn’t need more memories to eat at his conscience.

  As difficult as it was, Piper went to him and gave him a friendly, grateful embrace, hoping he couldn’t read her reluctance. She didn’t want him to become suspicious, maybe think she was too eager for him to leave, which she was. “Thanks for the weekend, Brody. I know you only came because dad told you to, but I’m glad you did.”

  Brody hugged her back before raising her chin with one finger. “I came because I wanted to, Piper. Everything I did this weekend was because I wanted to. Remember that for me, okay?” Dropping a kiss on her small nose, he said far more casually than he felt, “Bye, darlin’.”

  He walked out without a backward glance, but Piper knew she would see him again soon, as well as Charles. Because she had every intention of attending that party on Saturday.

  Chapter Three

  Atlantic City, New Jersey

  Brody slipped his hand inside the loose halter top the young woman sitting on his lap was wearing. Filling his hand with her bare breast, he racked his brain for the name she had given him thirty minutes ago when Charles had introduced her to both him and Ian. Unfortunately, his mind was no more on her and her barely clothed body now than it had been when this party got underway over an hour ago. The thirty-fifth floor of the Empire Casino/Hotel owned by Charles Sandoval was reserved for Charles’s personal use, which included throwing parties such as this one for some of his wealthier friends and regular patrons in the casino, patrons who spent, and lost an obscene amount of money. Indulging them at these parties by providing women from an escort service also owned by Sandoval was an enticing lure to keep these particular friends coming back.

  He had tried for the past five days to get Charles to cancel this get-together but he had adamantly refused, despite the fact the three of them were supposed to meet Pasquino in a few hours. Sandoval had been very careful this past year both in dealing with Pasquino and in keeping their business under wraps, so careful neither he nor Ian had been able to get enough proof of his money laundering for the drug lord to use as leverage to get him to turn on his employer. All Charles had told them about the meeting tonight was that he was severing ties with a questionable businessman and that he wanted both Brody and Ian there for security purposes. Ian and he were hoping to finally get some evidence they could use against either man to end their role in this assignment. But instead of worrying about pissing off a ruthless man like Pasquino, Charles was indulging himself and some of his very wealthy friends with one of their decadent parties. The women he employed were chosen for their willingness to indulge in just about anything, such as this woman allowing him to strip her top off here in front of a crowd of about thirty people instead of insisting on using one of five private rooms down the hall.

  A soft moan escaped her red painted lips when he rolled her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger then pinched the hardened bud until it stiffened even more. “Like that, do you?” he murmured as she pushed her breast against his hand. If she was faking her response, she was doing a damn fine job of it.

  Shifting on his lap, her ass moving enticingly back and forth on his hard cock, she replied, “Yes, so feel free to do it again.”

  Why was it, he thought irritably, that he was sitting here with a lapful of willing female flesh in a posh room filled with people indulging in a variety of decadent sexual activities such as the man bending a woman over the arm of a chair in front of them and sinking his cock into her ass and all he could think about was waking up to a soft mouth sucking his dick, of feeling an even softer ass warm under his hand, the innocent, exciting response to those smacks, the feel of a soft body writhing under his? It had been so cliché fucking Piper in the dark, in the missionary position, and yet he hadn’t been able to think clearly in the five days since. Now, here he was with a woman who would do anything, indulge any kink, hours from an important meet that could finally end his role in this assignment and all he could think about was fucking the adopted daughter of a criminal, a woman much too young and innocent for him to have touched.

  “Yeah, Brody, do it again.”

  Brody looked up into his partner’s amused face. “Enjoying yourself, Ian?”

  Ian shrugged, raised a brow as two women seated on either side of one man, leaned over his lap and began some open mouth kissing as both their hands worked at freeing his cock. Turning his attention back to Brody, his eyes went to where Brody’s fingers had resumed torturing her obviously responsive nipples. “I do believe I am. You may as well also. You don’t know when you’ll get the chance again.” In other words, this was probably the last opportunity they’d have to attend one of these parties and be able to indulge some of their kinkier preferences on Uncle Sam’s time.

  Brody supposed Ian had a point. Charles was ensconced in one of the private rooms where he usually stayed during these gatherings and there wasn’t anything they could do between now and when they had to set out for the meeting with Pasquino in a few hours. Shoving aside the image of a younger, much more innocent woman, Brody slid his hand under his escort’s short skirt to encounter bare, soft skin.

 
“Take his cock out and into your mouth, darlin’,” he instructed her, knowing she’d have no qualms about obeying. Spreading her baby soft labia, he slid two fingers inside her pussy as she did his bidding, her hips arching against his invading hand as she took hold of Ian’s cock at the base and lowered her mouth to engulf the rest of him.

  “Son of a bitch,” Ian swore as his eyes practically rolled back in his head with the first exploring swipe of her tongue. Fisting his hands in her blond hair, he took over by holding her head still and plundering her mouth with controlled thrusts.

  Brody watched her suck his friend’s cock, saw how her tongue curled around his girth when he pulled back, how her cheeks tightened as she suckled, and was once again remembering his last experience at receiving head. Cursing, he quickly shoved that memory aside and concentrated on finger fucking her tight pussy, stopping short of allowing her to climax.

  “Very nice,” he murmured as he nipped at her neck where it met her shoulder. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, her cream increasing every time he coasted over her clit. This time when she moaned around Ian’s cock, it was a groan of frustration as he moved too quickly away from that small bundle of nerves. Ian’s low curse and clenched jaw indicated his impending release, and she had no trouble swallowing his come like the pro she was.

  Brody wasted no time releasing his cock as Ian tucked his away. They had shared bed partners in the past, both of them enjoying the occasional ménage, but since they were working, they always made sure one of them was unoccupied at these parties despite the fact their prime target wasn’t involved. “Straddle me,” he ordered the woman whom he still couldn’t pin a name on, his need to ease his lust and pent up frustration over this assignment making him brusquely impatient to put an end to both.

  “Ooh, you feel so good, sugar,” she crooned in his ear as she sank down onto him, her pussy folding around his latex covered erection with practiced ease, her body lifting up and down, riding him with all the finesse of a well tutored and experienced prostitute.

  Brody didn’t know why that irritated him, why his mind preferred the naïve, innocent moves of an inexperienced, off limits young girl and the unobstructed feel of taking her bareback, even though his cock was having no trouble enjoying the practiced moves and warm, clutching walls surrounding it. Holding her short skirt up with one hand, Brody slapped her left cheek hard as he took a taut nipple into his mouth.

  Unfortunately, his attempt to divert his thoughts by spicing up their fucking backfired as her response, “Yes, baby, spank me,” followed by a startled cry of feigned pleasure when he did just that, was a complete turnoff. Her ass warmed quickly as he slapped her several more times, her body jerking as she rode him faster, harder, but her pussy didn’t gush over his cock with increased moisture, a sure indication she didn’t get off on that little bite of pain.

  Brody shifted his hand to her pussy, rooted out her clit, and made sure he thrust hard against it as his balls drew up tautly, preparing for the climax he felt about to erupt, ensuring she received just as much pleasure. This time he did feel that release of added juices as well as the small contractions of her slick walls around him, his cue it was time to let go.

  Piper shifted her crouched position where she sat hidden behind a wide plant on a second floor balcony that overlooked the large, spacious room below, trying to resist the strong urge to loosen her jeans and slip her hand inside to ease the ache watching the activities below had built. It had been somewhat mortifying the way she ended up here spying on the private party taking place. Dipping into her savings for the first time, she had packed a few changes of clothes and booked a flight to New Jersey a few days after Brody left. An inquiry at her hotel led her to the Empire Casino, owned and operated by Charles Sandoval. She had no home address for him nor was there one listed in the directory, so today she had decided to track him down at the Empire.

  Having never patronized a casino before, she was star struck by its sheer magnitude and opulence. She had spent the first two hours simply walking around, hoping to catch sight of Charles as she took in all the activities going on at once. Several times she stopped to watch the play at a table or slot while trying not to gasp at the amount of money people were willing to wager and lose. Hunger and nerves had finally driven her into one of the five restaurants listed in the directory, but she had been so overwhelmed by her surroundings and her increasing disappointment in not locating Charles, she had trouble swallowing despite her hunger.

  Finally she had to admit searching for one man in this place was as futile as finding a needle in a haystack and she decided to bite the bullet and simply ask for him. She started out by asking to speak with the owner, but wasn’t surprised when that request was answered by the woman at the information desk simply handing her a comment card. Unable to avoid it any longer, she had told the woman to tell Mr. Sandoval her name, emphasizing that he would want to see her. When that didn’t work, she threw out the ‘daughter’ word which got her an introduction to security.

  Piper cringed when she recalled the derisive looks on both men’s faces and the way they had looked at her in disbelief. When she insisted they at least inform Mr. Sandoval that she was here, they conferred quietly before turning back to her with shit eating grins on their faces.

  “Come on then,” the taller one stated, taking her elbow, both of them smirking as they led her to a service elevator that was reserved for employees. It was obvious they didn’t believe she was any relation to their boss, but it wasn’t until the elevator stopped and let her out directly into this small sitting area in between two restrooms located in a loft area above the main room that she saw why they thought bringing someone like her here was so funny.

  Her initial shock at the erotic couplings taking place below was quickly followed by relief that Charles wasn’t among the people indulging in displays of kinky acts she had never imagined taking place, at least not so publicly. Dashing into the women’s bathroom, she noted the assorted bags and clothing strewn around while splashing cold water on her heated face and contemplated what to do. Obviously this was a private party and those security men thought it would teach her a lesson by escorting her up here. Well, she thought, straightening her backbone, she may as well get an education and an eyeful before admitting defeat and heading back downstairs.

  Not wanting to get caught, Piper had taken up her current position, obscured by the large plant and told herself she would only stay a few minutes, just long enough to give her some fantasies to replace the ones Brody had left her with. But when she spotted Brody among the partiers, a very attractive, slender blond on his lap, she stayed rooted in place. Her initial reaction at seeing him again had been pleasure and arousal as memories of a week ago rushed to the surface. That response was quickly replaced with irrational jealousy, a reaction that didn’t do a damn thing to keep her body from reacting to the sight of him baring that woman’s breasts and taking one berry red nipple into his mouth.

  Lust, body enveloping arousal soon replaced the envy. Her own nipples responded when he sucked and pinched the other woman’s nipples, even though she had to use her imagination at how his lips would feel on her breasts since he hadn’t touched her there last week. She wondered if the scratchiness from his goatee would arouse her more, tickle or irritate. From the other woman’s response, she thought it would be more of an added, pleasurable benefit than an annoying distraction.

  Piper’s breath caught on a quiet gasp when another man walked up to them. As tall as Brody, he was devastatingly attractive, his dark, mahogany hair glinting with auburn highlights, his eyes dark and observant as they conversed. The activities of the other people ceased to matter as she watched the woman seated on Brody’s lap reach over and release the other man’s cock before leaning over and taking him in her mouth, obviously comfortable performing such an act in public. It was when Brody slipped his hand under the woman’s skirt, her thighs widening to give him easier access, that she felt the urge to cup her own drenched
pussy. Her panties had dampened enough to stick to her folds, her pussy pulsing with arousal, aching to be stimulated. She hadn’t so much as touched herself this past week, instinctively knowing she would be disappointed with the results after achieving the heights Brody had brought her to.

  Piper settled for cupping herself over her jeans as she wished she was the one now straddling Brody’s lap, she was the one riding his cock, it was her ass receiving those slaps. It still appalled, amazed and excited her how those slaps had heightened her pleasure, how the slight pain had increased her arousal to such an extreme high, how much she wanted to feel them again.

  Several women were coming up the stairs by the time Brody was lifting the woman off of his lap and she was planning on heading to the elevator. Staying hidden, she decided to wait it out until the three of them returned downstairs. It would simply be too mortifying to get caught, especially if Brody were to discover her presence.

  Charles Sandoval disentangled himself from the two naked women wrapped around him and slipped out of the bed. Padding into the bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror wondering when he had gotten so old. He supposed nowadays, sixty-three wasn’t all that old and he still had good health and a decent body. At least, he thought wryly, he could still keep two women satisfied for a number of hours with the help of a little blue pill. But if his meeting with Pasquino later tonight didn’t go well, if he hadn’t done a good enough job this past year of slowly cutting back on his business with the drug lord while keeping his nose clean with the cops in order to let him know he was and wouldn’t be a threat to him, then this could very well be his last hoorah between the sheets.