Alicia’s pulse began racing when Remy started coming at her like that big black panther on the scent of prey. She took a nervous step back, but then he was there, hands on her hips and breath in her hair. She caught his shoulders reflexively. ‘What are you doing?’ she squeaked.
The belt of her satin robe snaked down her legs and onto the floor. When she reached to catch it, he pushed the garment off her shoulders entirely and tossed it halfway across the room. It billowed like a pink parachute before gently landing on the floor.
Something about that slow-motion freefall made Alicia even more aware of her exposure. She was left nearly naked in only the teeny outfit she’d worn on-stage. There was something acutely different about performing in bits of fabric under the spotlight than standing face-to-face, one-on-one, vulnerable and touchable.
His big hands settled onto her waist and turned her away from the door. ‘What do you think?’ he said low and soft into her ear.
He couldn’t be serious. They couldn’t do it here. They shouldn’t do it at all! Bas was standing right across the room. Was he going to watch? The idea was horrifying, scandalous – and exhilarating.
Her high heels snagged against the carpeting as Remy bore her back, back, back. Her lungs began working like bellows, but they lost their rhythm when his mouth settled on her jugular vein. She tilted her head away, yet one lick and her blood began rushing.
‘Now?’ she whispered, shocked and so excited, her voice wouldn’t work.
‘Shoulda been last night,’ he growled.
Her heel caught. She flailed, but he plucked her up and set her on Bas’s desk like she was a doll. So light and pliable, there for his enjoyment.
Alicia pulled her knees up towards her chest, self-conscious and unsure. So many things were rushing at her – emotions, questions and possibilities. He was crowding her, hovering over her looking intense and serious.
What was serious was the bulge pushing at the zipper of his jeans. She tried not to stare, but sitting where she was, it was hard not to.
‘Bas?’ she asked worriedly, looking over her shoulder.
He met her gaze, and his expression was as solemn as the man touching her.
Astonishment gripped her. He was just standing there, watching. Waiting. Doing nothing to stop this. And why should he? He’d ordered it.
Her fingers wrapped around the edge of the cool, polished mahogany. ‘We can’t do this,’ she insisted.
But a sharp, biting thrill went through her. What if they did?
‘Watch us.’ In a swift move, Remy pushed one hand under her legs and cupped her crotch.
Alicia arched like a rainbow. In trying to protect herself, she’d left the most vulnerable part of her wide open. She twisted and tried to push off the desk, but he had her.
And he wasn’t letting go.
He ground the ball of his hand against her pubic bone and she shuddered. ‘Ahh!’
She pushed at his chest, but he was immovable – except for his heart. She could feel it thrumming under her fingertips.
‘Remy,’ she gasped.
He fisted his fingers into her panties, and Alicia’s thighs quivered. She didn’t know what to do, how she was supposed to act. Her brain was saying one thing, while her body was shouting another. She tried to kick out, yet when she did, her thigh found a natural resting place around his hip. ‘Please,’ she said hoarsely.
Please, what? Please stop? Please don’t stop? Please hurry?
She felt all of those things and more.
Bas’s presence was unseen, yet heavy behind her. Like all those spectators in the crowd who watched her. And got excited …
Was that his thing? Did he like to watch? She was appalled.
And so electrified, her nerves snapped like hot wires.
The strips of her G-string dug into her hips as Remy pulled. The fabric stretched like a rubber band, lifting away from her freshly shaved pussy and exposing her to the cool air of the air-conditioning – and to the hot stares of two sexual men.
Alicia squirmed, bracing one hand against the desk and catching Remy’s forearm with the other. His muscles bunched as the fabric refused to give way. She panted and rolled her hips. The spandex was biting and chafing. Much more of this and she’d want them off, too.
But she didn’t. She didn’t want to be naked down there. She didn’t want to have extramarital sex with a virtual stranger – while another one watched.
Her hips rolled again, this time in something other than distress. It was shameful and belittling, but the idea was so hot.
Bas’s breaths sounded rough behind her.
‘Fuck,’ Remy cursed. ‘Damn thing won’t give it up.’
Every gaze in the room was centred on her bareness and his fight with one of her few remaining pieces of clothes. He twisted his grip in a sudden motion and there was a harsh, resonating rip.
Alicia jerked back, her thighs clamping together and her ankles crossing as she defended herself.
She felt bare down there, chilled when she was so unbearably hot.
Without her G-string there was no keeping him away. His hand was still underneath her, privy to anything it wanted to touch. He parted her folds brazenly as his other hand fisted in her hair. He pulled her head back and his mouth covered hers in a hot, voracious kiss. His tongue dove deep as a thick finger penetrated her down below.
Alicia moaned. Oh, stars. It felt so good.
She squeezed her eyes shut and saw flashes behind her eyelids. The kiss went on and on as his finger investigated her recesses, prodding, rubbing and circling hard. Her thighs burned from the tension. She hadn’t opened to him, and it made the penetration all that tighter. That one, intimately placed finger felt better than Colin’s penis, fuller than that hard toothbrush holder.
She groaned when he pushed another into her.
‘Ah, Angel. Why did you fight this when you need it so bad?’
She tore her mouth away from Remy’s when the voice came from behind her, along with another touch. A cooler, more refined touch.
Bas.
He was still in the room!
She’d known it. She’d felt him back there. She’d known he was watching and the kinkiness had her belly twist. She just hadn’t thought he’d participate.
Yet the clasp at the back of her bikini top had just given way, loosening the cups that strained to cover her breasts.
‘Bas!’ She gasped when his cool hands slid under the loose fabric and squeezed.
Pure sensation poured through Alicia and her thoughts splintered. She couldn’t think. Right and wrong went straight out the window. Two men were touching her, fondling her. The idea was so surreal, so forbidden, her brain couldn’t process it.
Her body could. Pleasure simmered along her skin.
She whimpered when Remy pulled her hips right to the edge of the desk, unbalancing her. She fell back against Bas. His chest supported her shoulders as he wrapped his arms around her possessively. He had her breasts in his hands, and he was working her in sharp tugs, rough pinches and deliberate rolls. Her nipples felt like they were on fire, but Alicia was mesmerised by what was happening below.
Remy’s hands were on her thighs and he was pushing them open, wider and higher. When he dropped to his knees, she let out a nervous cry.
He was staring right into the heart of her. No man had looked at her like that before, other than maybe the men who’d toyed with her in the cage. Pulsations went through her at the memory, a totally inappropriate reaction to what had happened.
Remy saw it all, the shivers and the clenching. ‘Mmm,’ he murmured.
He pressed his face into her pussy and Leesha’s entire core seized up. She was so shocked, she forgot to breath. So energised, she could feel the electricity snapping along her skin. Waves of hot tension coiled inside her as his lips played and his tongue –
Oh, heavens!
His tongue was raspy and strong. He laved her tender flesh, coaxing more dampness from deep inside her. He was merciless as he prodded at her opening and alternately flicked at her clit. Freshly shaved, the sensations were unusual and intense.
Leesha’s thighs closed and opened, closed and opened wider.
There was nothing she could do to dislodge him. He wasn’t letting her shyness get in the way of what he wanted. Finally, she reached down to thread her fingers through his dark hair. Her brain told her to push him away. What he was doing was so taboo. She’d never let any man do this to her. Colin had never showed any interest.
But Remy was lapping her up like a cat eating cream. She held him to her, not wanting it to stop.
Bas’s breaths were hot in her ear, and Leesha arched, pushing her breasts into his controlling grasp. Remy’s hands slid under her butt, lifting her for his mouth. After the frustration of the night before and the way she’d held back during her dance, the sensations were overwhelming. She couldn’t take them. The orgasm hit her fast and yanked her into the deep end like a riptide.
She gave herself over to it, not fighting the current.
‘That’s it, baby.’
‘Damn, she’s so fucking hot.’
Remy bit her inner thigh in a careful love nip. Alicia felt another tremor go through her, but her heart jumped when the big man pushed to his feet. He was crowding her again, not letting her close her legs. Her nakedness was startling, especially after her climax. She felt plump down below, wet and sensitive.
And he was still looking at her.
The back of his fingers bumped against her as he unzipped his jeans. He made quick work of it, yanking the denim over his hips.
He wore nothing underneath, surprising her once again.
Her gaze went to his cock and she swallowed hard. She’d known Colin had been on the small size, but this man’s swollen member looked perverse. Abnormal.
Huge.
Was he really going to push that thing into her?
Her legs instinctively curled up again, but he looped his arms under her knees, encouraging the position. Her feet dangled, clad in her sassy pink stiletto heels. Alicia let out a worried mew when he positioned the head of that angry-looking cock at her opening.
One nudge, and she felt herself stretching wider than she’d ever stretched before. Wider than was comfortable.
‘Easy,’ Bas murmured into her ear. ‘You just came, baby. You’re wet and relaxed. Don’t tense up again.’
Remy was rubbing the tip of his cock in and out of her in sharp, little thrusts. ‘Damn, she’s tight.’
‘Here, Angel, sit up.’
Alicia had no choice when Bas propped her shoulders higher, tilting her up. With her hips balanced right on the edge of the desk, the effect was that she bore down on Remy’s thick prick, impaling herself further. She let out a sharp cry.
‘Watch him disappear into you.’ Bas’s voice was rough in her ear. ‘Watch as you eat him right up.’
Remy hefted her higher, tilting her up to just the right angle. He thrust his hips forward again and the pressure built inside her. Alicia’s pulse crashed in her ears, but she couldn’t look away from the place where they were connected. With Bas’s words ringing, she watched as that big fat penis penetrated her. She felt every inch, every shiver.
And she creamed again.
He slid in deeper and grunted.
Alicia moaned. It was more than she’d fantasised. Bigger, harder, sweatier and grittier.
She was panting by the time he made it halfway into her. ‘I don’t think I can.’
‘Baby, I haven’t even started yet.’
And with that, Remy showed her how much he’d been holding back and how much she really could bear. The pressure doubled as he began to thrust and push; making her take him deeper and deeper. Her body undulated. She felt surrounded with Bas behind her and Remy between her legs. In a flash, it all became too real. Too far outside her comfort zone.
‘Do what comes naturally, Angel,’ Bas whispered into her ear. ‘Dance with him.’
Dance? Like this?
But she felt the motion of Remy’s hips, and she instinctively matched them like a partner on the dance floor. Thrusting and parrying, moving as one in a passionate paso doble.
‘Ooohh,’ she groaned.
The pleasure of this dance was incredible.
‘Christ,’ Remy hissed as he ground deep.
The blasphemy flew right by Alicia. He’d gone all the way in and was holding himself there. Circling and swaying, making her adjust to him.
It all fell into a rhythm then, the three of them finding pleasure in each other. Remy began fucking her without holding back, his fingers biting into her hips. Alicia rose and fell, loving the sensation of him filling her. Learning the moves instinctively.
He wasn’t gentle and hesitant like Colin. He fucked her like a man. A hungry, demanding man.
And she was taking him like a woman, not a timid little virgin.
Bas let her settle back on the desk and he cast a shadow as he leaned over her. He kissed her, upside down as his hands settled over her breasts.
Alicia’s whole body was throbbing and shaking.
Below, her pussy was being plundered. Above, her mouth was just as taken. Bas’s tongue thrust in and out of her mouth. She sucked on it and felt him shudder. It gave her a sense of achievement. She was doing something she’d never dreamed she’d do. She was making love with two men, and she was holding her own.
She gulped in air when his lips left hers, but felt boxed in when he leaned over her further to tongue her nipples. They were so worked up and stimulated, she felt every lash. Then he began to suckle, and she was lost.
She clutched at Remy and fisted her hand in his shirt. She wished it was skin. Her other hand splayed wide on the hard mahogany desktop. Wet slurping sounds filled the office. It was shocking. It was overwhelming.
And it tripped her trigger again.
When she came, her toes pointed sharply and her nails dug into Remy’s chest. Her other arm thrashed and something heavy from the desk crashed onto the floor. She paid it no attention as she caught the back of Bas’s head and pulled at his hair.
She was straining, caught up in rapture when she felt Remy jerk between her legs.
He lodged that big cock inside her and she felt it spurt, hot and wet. The overflow dripped onto her thighs and she loved the sensation. For once, she had hot come inside her.
Remy’s head fell back and the veins in his neck throbbed. His jaw clenched, but then he sagged forward, bracing himself heavily on the desk.
Alicia felt him more than saw him. Bas was blocking everything. She couldn’t see anything, could barely breathe. She just felt his weight hovering over her, his mouth suctioning at her nipples. She couldn’t move or even talk. She lay limp beneath the two men until Remy pushed at his friend’s shoulder.
Bas gave up her breast about as readily as a hungry dog gave up a bone.
Spreading one hand wide over her belly, Remy slowly pulled out of her.
‘You want some, Bas?’ he asked.
Alicia’s ears twitched, shocked at the invitation, but she was too tired to try to stop it.
And too curious as to what that would be like – to take two men in succession – to become such a sexual being that nothing mattered but the pleasure.
Bas was upside down in her view of things, but she saw the muscle that worked at the base of his jaw. She saw the way he smoothed his tie over his chest and took a deep breath.
She was hoping. She was dreading.
But then he shook his head no.
And her heart fell.
‘I think we’ve done what we needed to do.’ He stepped back from the desk and straightened his suit. ‘Get her cleaned up, Remy. She’s going back on the stage.’
Alicia’s eyes popped open and she struggled to lift herself up onto her elbows. ‘You want me to dance? Now?’
She felt like a wet noodle, wrung from the inside out.
‘Yes, now. This is exactly how I want you. Free, sexed up, with nothing hindering you. Go show off, baby. Go dance.’
***
She’d never danced better in her life.
Alicia sat on a church pew in the middle of the sanctuary as she contemplated all the things that had happened the night before. She looked at her hands in her lap, but she wasn’t praying. Sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows and blue light draped over her. For the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel guilty about anything. Just puzzled.
Last night, after she, Remy and Bas had done what they’d done, she’d had the performances of her career. Not just once, but every time the spotlight had settled upon her.
It was as if a power source had been lit inside her. She’d felt energised and inspired. Free. Baring herself had felt normal, evocative. She’d just let the music overtake her and the response from the audience had flowed through the floor, up through the stage and right into her core. Dancing had always been an outlet for her, but she had so much inside her now, dying to get out. Her lines had been pristine, as always, but there’d been such power and emotion behind her movements.
For once, she hadn’t been afraid to show her sensual nature. She knew she had one now. It was an integral part of her, and she didn’t want to hide it anymore. Why did some people think it was such a bad thing? With her insecurities left behind, it had seemed as natural as breathing.
Her hands clenched in her lap. Why had all this been held back from her? Why was sexuality so denigrated? She loved her body. She loved what she could do with it. Dancing … and otherwise.
A blush warmed her face.
She loved the male body, too. It was pure art, in movement and in form. She just wished she’d seen more of it. She’d been naked, while both Remy and Bas had been fully clothed. And Bas hadn’t even –
Why? Why hadn’t he wanted to be with her?
She lifted her chin and finally saw the altar. The whole turn of events had left her conflicted and confused. She knew what she’d been taught. She knew what people labelled as right and wrong. Was she just being tempted away from goodness and light? Had she begun down a slippery slope?
Because being ‘bad’ had made her feel so much better.
Unclenching her fingers, she ran her hands over her lap, smoothing her dress. Her body felt different. Awakened. Excited. She could sense it in the way that she moved, in the very way she breathed.
Was it just the fact that she was dancing again? Could she have felt this way if she’d continued on the path she’d originally planned for her life?
She sighed as she looked up at the cross hanging on the wall.
She was strong in her faith, but this had never been her intended career choice. She’d never planned to work at her father’s church. She had a degree in business and a minor in dance. It had only been after her mother had died – and that unfortunate confusion about her father’s former church’s finances – that she’d moved back to help him. She’d been the one to inherit the family funds, after all. She hadn’t been able to leave him destitute.
Especially when he was so passionate about his cause.
She knew what it felt like to be passionate now, but it troubled her that her needs and her father’s goals were at such odds. She didn’t know if she could go back to her strict, joyless, boring life anymore.
‘Ms Wheeler?’
The scratchy voice made her spin in her seat. ‘Oh, Paul. I didn’t hear you come in.’
‘I wasn’t sure it was you, sitting there in the blue light. You look … different somehow.’
She hurried out of the cast of that hazy lighting. It wasn’t showing, was it? Her doubts and her new-found attitude? Because this was one man she wasn’t interested in sharing all that with. She exited into the main aisle so he didn’t have her trapped. ‘Did you need something?’
His gaze stroked over her much too slowly. ‘That’s a pretty dress you’re wearing. Is it new?’
She smoothed the skirt and was happy it covered her down to her knees. It was a lightweight summer dress that was much more sedate and conservative than the deep-purple lingerie set underneath it. She bit the side of her cheek, happy he couldn’t see that. She’d bought the new clothes with the tips she’d earned from her first night at the Satin Club. The dress was soft and flowing and felt good against her skin. The lingerie felt even better. She didn’t think she’d ever be able to wear starched cotton again.
‘Yes, thank you.’ She folded her arms around her waist.
Paul Simonsen was one of her father’s newer followers. Tall and gawky, he’d first shown up at one of her father’s revival meetings. That had been when they’d still been meeting in a tent on the outskirts of town. Paul had agreed with her father’s message and had stuck around. He’d helped convert this building from a run-down theatre to the little independent church it was today – with lofty goals of being so much more.
She should be thankful for his help.
Instead, she found him cloying and a bit creepy. He was one of those people who couldn’t read body language, even though he watched it with unblinking eyes. She could never seem to shake him once he started talking to her.
‘Are you looking for my father?’ she asked, trying to move him along.
Those grey eyes of his were still wandering. Did he seriously think she couldn’t see them doing that? She flipped her hair forward. Her dress wasn’t low-cut at all, but she didn’t like showing any skin in front of this man.
She supposed that was a good sign. She hadn’t totally been corrupted. It wasn’t every guy who turned her on or made her want to strip down to her birthday suit.
She brushed her hand over her cheek when she felt it start to heat.
‘Yes, but I suppose I could ask you the same questions I meant to ask him. You do seem to be up on all the city codes.’
Coding. Great. She could deal with that. She clapped her hands together. ‘Fire away.’
‘I’ve got a line on one of those automated roadway signs. You know, the ones that tell you to slow down or buckle your seat belt.’
She frowned. ‘I don’t understand.’
He caught his bony arms by the elbows. ‘I was thinking we could use it down at that despicable Satin Club. Some of those cars drive by so fast, I don’t think they can hear what we’re saying or read our handmade signs. If we had one of those big electric boards, though, we could type any message we wanted to send.’
Alicia frowned. She didn’t like that idea at all. That was industrial-grade equipment he was talking about, and she cringed to think what he might put on such a thing. It would certainly be a roadway hazard.
‘Paul, don’t you think we’re going at this the wrong way? We’ve been going at the club for weeks now, and we haven’t made any progress. There should be some method of compromise we could use with Bas.’
‘Bas?’ he said, his voice going hard.
‘Sebastian. Mr Crowe.’ She cleared her throat. The man who’d had her nipples under his tongue. ‘It’s not smart to poke a rattlesnake with a stick. I don’t think the electronic sign would help.’
Paul scowled, his grey eyes going hard and his jaw jutting out. ‘Well, maybe I should talk to your father after all.’
‘Fine,’ she sighed. This guy and his technology. His speakers were what had got them in trouble in the first place – with both Bas and the city police. They still had to pay off that fine, but her father and his strident follower refused to do away with their toy. They kept the volume below the legal limits now but, in their opinion, the more attention they drew to themselves, the more they thought they were winning.
She tried not to roll her eyes at the idea of an electronic roadside sign.
That would get the news stations and other media all over this. The idea made her pause. She couldn’t afford that now, not with her side job. Someone might recognise her.
And then, all hell would break loose.
Doubts began to drift back in, and uneasiness filled her chest. ‘Dad went to get a cup of coffee down the street. If you want to wait in his office, he’ll be back soon.’
Paul started to follow her down the aisle. ‘I could just keep you company.’
She pivoted and help up a hand to stop him. She didn’t want this man in her office. He made her uncomfortable enough, standing in the open sanctuary. She couldn’t be closed in her tiny office with him. ‘I need to get back to work,’ she said firmly. ‘I have calls to make.’
She needed to call Chanteuse to schedule some pole dancing lessons, but he didn’t need to know that. She just wanted him out of her space. She wanted his leering gaze off of her body.
Men had to pay for that right.
Frustration rolled inside her. Darn it, how had things gotten so out of hand? Why was her church so intent on starting a fight? The Satin Club had been minding its own business when they’d come upon the scene. Of the two, the church had been the more aggressive and the less forgiving. It had certainly opened her eyes to her prejudices.
‘We need to end this.’ She walked away, shoulders held back, but she couldn’t help tossing over her shoulder. ‘Remember, Paul, let he who is without sin cast the first stone.’