‘We’ve had an interesting time of it lately, haven’t we, Angel?’
Alicia looked up with surprise when Bas came backstage later that week. It had been a while since they’d talked. Things between them hadn’t exactly been strained, but they were different. He seemed more tense these days. The cool collectedness he usually exuded was gone. She knew she wasn’t responsible for other’s actions, but she felt as if she’d disappointed him somehow.
‘Bas, I wanted to tell you again how sorry I am.’ She wished she could have stopped her father and his crowd.
He held up his hand. ‘You’ve apologised enough.’
She wasn’t sure about that but, thankfully, the picketing had tapered off. It turned out that most people of the church weren’t willing to go to jail for their cause. The more strident were dwindling in numbers. Steve Anders would likely still have been at the front of the protest lines, but, after the incident with the pink taffeta, he’d essentially been cast out of the church.
It wasn’t fair, but she wasn’t sorry to see him go.
‘Did you need something?’ she asked.
He leaned back against Marguerite’s table and let his gaze sweep over her. She was wearing a black-cat ensemble tonight, complete with a saucy little tail. She was covered in a tight-fitting black long-sleeved shirt and long stockings, but she felt like a stray kitten in front of this black panther. He’d always made her just a bit nervous, but that sizzle had a little something extra lately.
She watched as he reached up and rubbed his temple. Stress lined his forehead and his jaw was stiff. She knew she turned him on. She’d learned all the signs, including the one giveaway he couldn’t hide. For as large as the bulge in his slacks was, though, there always seemed to be an iron fist of control that held him back.
Tonight, that control seemed to be slipping a bit. It made her edgy. She’d met out-and-out lust in Remy. Bas was something else entirely.
He looked at her bikini bottoms and she squirmed. They were more than she usually wore on-stage, but it was hard to attach a tail to a thong.
‘Let me see.’
She looked at him blankly.
‘Pull them down.’
Her nipples tightened, but she slipped her thumbs under the stretchy fabric at her hips. She’d learned not to hesitate or ask questions. Still, her hands shook a bit as she worked the fabric down over her curves.
‘That’s good,’ he said when her panties were around her thighs.
She stood uncertainly as he walked closer. With the rest of her covered, the exposure felt indecent, especially when the tail hanging off the backside of her underwear tickled against the back of her calf.
She flinched when he reached out and petted her. His fingers slid down her mound and between her legs. Biting her lip, she widened her stance. The touch was so light, so teasing. Her hips swivelled towards him, wanting more contact, but he wouldn’t allow it. He pulled his hand back, trailing his fingers along sensitive skin before circling in the soft hair covering her pubic bone.
‘I think you’re ready for that appointment with Ricky.’
Heat collected in her face. She’d hoped he’d forgotten about that.
‘Go to Private Room Four after your last set.’
Oh, God. ‘Do I … do I need to do anything?’
He smiled that enigmatic smile, only it was tighter than normal. ‘You know the answer to that. Just enjoy yourself.’
He slid his hand between her legs for one last feel. She went up onto her tiptoes when he gave her clit a firm rub, but then he was turning and heading to the door. It was only when he glanced over his shoulder that she realised her panties were still down around her thighs. She worked them back up, feeling her tail swish.
‘By the way, you’ll have an audience.’
Her head snapped up. ‘That’s not dancing.’
‘Consider it a way to make things up to me.’ His eyes had turned dark forest-green. ‘Or a way to be honest with yourself.’
Her lips parted. What did he mean by that? It was too late to ask, because he was gone.
Alicia pressed a hand to her stomach. An audience? People were going to be watching as she was waxed?
Who? Him?
Adrenalin started pumping through her veins, a mixture of fear and intrepidness. Was he punishing her? Or challenging her? He’d seemed angry, though he’d held it in, but she was just learning the extent of dark pleasure that was out there.
She ran the tips of her fingers over the placket of material between her legs. Did she dare? How was it done? She knew nothing about the process itself. Would she be able to cover up at all? How did they … position themselves? Nobody had been so up close and personal with her most private area, except Remy.
Would he be there?
She cupped herself more tightly as dread and excitement twirled inside her. She had until after her last set to decide, but she already knew what her decision was. It was going to hurt – it had to – but the pain of embarrassment just might kill her.
Just who was this Ricky?
***
By the time she made it to the long hallway that led to Private Room Four, Leesha was a bundle of nerves. She’d worked herself up into a state and nothing, including more than one glass of white wine, had settled her down. The memory of what had happened during her last private session was vivid in her head. In Technicolor, accompanied by sounds and sensations.
What was waiting in that room for her?
Her tail swished back and forth as she slowly walked to her fate. The crowd had gone crazy for her kitty routine, but all she’d been able to think of the entire night was this. Another pussy …
She squeezed her hands into fists as she stared at the door. She still hadn’t decided if this was payback. Chanteuse seemed to think it was a treat.
Movement caught her attention, and her head snapped around. She took an instinctive step back. Remy was stalking towards her, a carbon copy of the day they’d first met. He was dressed in an impeccable black suit, and he looked dark, predatory and irritated.
His footsteps were muffled as he strode down the hallway, but he covered ground fast. ‘I was just told.’
She felt her stomach dip in disappointment. She’d been hoping he’d be her audience. If he wasn’t in there, who was? Bas alone?
‘You don’t have to do this.’ His eyelids got heavy. ‘We could do it in private. At your place … or mine … Or you could let it grow back in. Won’t make no difference to me.’
Alicia trembled. When he said things like that, the tiny hairs on her skin rose. He was so virile, so openly sexual. She could picture the two of them in her bathroom, with him kneeling before her. Or did they wax from the back?
She swallowed hard and glanced at the closed door. She could say no. She always seemed to forget about that in the heat of the moment.
But she didn’t want to disappoint Bas. Something was under that man’s skin. ‘Bas asked me to,’ she said softly.
A muscle flexed in Remy’s jaw and he paused for a long, tense moment. Finally, he stepped back and opened the door to the accompanying room. He jerked his thumb at Charlie. ‘Take a break.’
‘Sure, boss.’ The bouncer hurried away without complaint.
Remy planted himself in the doorway, one hand braced against the doorjamb. His gaze was direct and blistering.
Anticipation simmered along Leesha’s nerve endings. He was going to do the security himself. He’d be right next door in case anything got out of hand. She trusted him to protect her. One crook of her finger and he’d be in the room to help her.
But he’d also be watching. And she knew he’d like that.
He took a deep breath and stepped into the room. The door clicked behind him.
Her hands loosened, and she stroked them down her body. She’d been on the verge of backing out, but now she was curious – and more than a little excited. Her thirty-day window was rapidly narrowing. Bas hadn’t asked her to stay and she knew she couldn’t offer. This wasn’t her real life. She was walking on the wild side, and she knew it. She’d have to go back to her staid, boring world soon.
She didn’t want to miss out on anything because she was scared.
She grabbed the door handle before she could think about it any longer. The lighting was dim when she stepped inside. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, but she could feel that this room was larger than the last one she’d been in, yet just as sumptuous.
As her vision cleared, her gaze went straight to the padded table in front of her. It looked like a massage table, but there were no sheets she could crawl under. A table of implements stood at its side. She stared hard at those things, unable to look away.
‘Welcome, darling.’
The voice came from behind her as the door was shut, and she whirled around. The person who’d spoken stood patiently, hands folded. Ricky was wearing a white aesthetician’s jacket. His hair was short, his face was plump and his body was stout.
Anyway she thought it was a man. The husky voice made it hard to tell.
The aesthetician’s touch was soft as he reached out to cup her elbow. ‘Angel, isn’t it?’
She nodded.
A kind grey gaze slid over her. ‘My, isn’t that a saucy little costume you’re wearing?’
She suddenly felt silly with her black ears and swishing tail. She pulled the hair band off and held it uncertainly in front of her.
‘Bas says this is your first treatment?’
She cleared her throat. ‘Yes.’
‘Well, I’ll be as gentle as possible, but I’ll warn you that I’m thorough. Now, why don’t you just relax and get comfortable.’
Alicia knew she was staring, but she couldn’t distinguish any facial hair. Diamond earrings glittered from Ricky’s ears, but his short neck hid what could have been an Adam’s apple.
Could it be Ricki instead of Ricky?
A big hand settled between her shoulder blades. ‘Do you know our guests?’
Alicia jolted. She’d got so distracted, she’d forgotten there would be others here. How had she forgotten?
‘She knows me,’ one of the men drawled.
Her heart jumped, hoping it was Bas, but when she turned she found three men in the room. They were all very recognisable to her, but none of them was her boss. It was her entourage. The young businessman/cowboy, the studly black man and the strict boss were all lounging in plump, velvet-lined chairs. She smiled weakly at them.
The three of them. Had Remy told Bas?
Her thighs locked together, and she looked with dismay at the set-up. Their comfy chairs circled around the end of the table. For best viewing?
It was shameful, disturbing and thoroughly arousing.
She swallowed hard. Was she really going to allow this to be done to her?
Ricky was washing his hands in the sink. Her hands? ‘Please, take off your clothes and climb onto the table, dear. I need to see what I’m dealing with.’
‘Grade A prime pussy,’ the black man said.
The aesthetician turned on him with a scowl on her face. ‘Enough of that. We agreed you’d be quiet throughout the procedure.’
Oh, please. Yes, she needed quiet. Alicia set her headband uncertainly on a side table. She couldn’t take it if they provided raunchy commentary through the whole thing.
Ricky stirred the wax that was on the nearby cart. Glancing up, she patted on the table. ‘Right here, dear.’
As always, removing her clothes in a private setting was more disturbing than stripping on-stage. Alicia glanced around for a partition or anything she could change behind. It was silly, she knew, given the striptease she’d just performed in front of a packed audience – these men included.
‘Do I need to take off everything?’
Someone coughed and earned another harsh stare.
Ricky looked her over assessingly. ‘I’m careful, but accidents happen. Remove anything you wouldn’t want wax on. The panties definitely need to go – and the tail, of course.’
Butterflies settled in Leesha’s stomach when the aesthetician smiled. Which would be worse? Stripping down to nothing or just taking off the most important article of clothing that covered her? She remembered the chaps.
Oh, dear. Maybe naked was better.
The long-sleeved shirt she wore was so modest. It made things even worse when she pulled it over her head, going from so much cover to so little. She was left in her black bra, black panties and black stockings. She bent over to work at the strap of her shoe and heard someone groan.
Blood rushed to her head and she felt dizzy. This was … inflaming … and in so many different ways …
No, she didn’t want to be naked.
Changing her plans, she reached for her panties instead. She hesitated, but then caught them and pushed them down, tail included.
All the air left the room in a sudden whoosh.
Hiding behind the veil of her hair, Alicia hurried to the table, but her face flared when the tail of the kitty costume wrapped around her ankle. It refused to turn loose, even when she kicked, and she finally had to bend towards the floor. By the time she untangled herself, the tension in the room was heavy. Clinging.
She spread her hands uncertainly on the table. ‘How do you want me?’ she asked huskily.
‘On your back is fine for now,’ the aesthetician said.
Even his/her voice sounded breathless.
Alicia scooted onto the table and lay back nervously. She stared at the ceiling. Her nipples were unbearably tight and her knees were locked together. She’d never been more aware of the dusty covering on her pubis. Everyone in the room seemed to be staring at it.
A hand circled her ankle, and her muscles locked down.
‘Relax.’ Ricky lifted her right leg. ‘Let me take the weight.’
Alicia tried to loosen up, but she couldn’t as the aesthetician lifted her leg off the table. Up, up it went.
Again, Ricky gave her leg a wiggle. ‘Trust me,’ he/she said in that gruff, indistinguishable voice.
Alicia tried, but she was stunned when her leg was lifted high and wide until it rested on the aesthetician’s far shoulder. The position opened her up for interested eyes – the person who would be waxing her, the three men who sat on the edge of their seats, and the one in the room behind that mirrored wall.
Remy. She squeezed her eyes shut, concentrating on him. It made her spine unlock just a bit.
Still, she flinched when Ricky reached between her legs to examine her.
‘Fine hair, not too coarse and grown-in just enough.’ The aesthetician spread her leg wider and opened her folds.
Alicia stared at the ceiling so hard, her eyes went dry. She felt hot down there, burning up.
‘Yes, you’ll do fine.’ Ricky set her leg back on the table and turned away. ‘Just let your knees drop open.’
There was the sound of chair legs moving against carpeting. Someone had shifted closer for a better look. Alicia began breathing through her mouth, trying to control lungs that were pumping too fast.
Ricky was at her side again too soon, ready to take his/her place between her legs. He’d rolled the table of implements closer, and she could see the pot of warm wax and pile of gauze strips.
The aesthetician patted her leg. ‘Up.’
She was expected to lift it up there on her own? Exposing herself? Her leg was shaking as she followed orders, yet she froze when a light clicked on. A hot lamp was focused on her pussy, warming the area and making it clearly visible to anyone who wanted to see. Her pulse began to roar.
‘We’ll tidy up your bikini line along your leg here,’ Ricky said, tracing the area. ‘I’ll clean the area first. Then you’ll feel warmth as I apply the wax.’
The scent of something astringent filled the air and Leesha couldn’t help but watch as the aesthetician stroked her leg with a damp cotton pad. The wax came next. It was warm as it was painted along her upper thigh and into the seam of her leg, only it wasn’t at all soothing. She tensed as the gauze strip was pressed over the sticky area, but she wasn’t ready when Ricky yanked it free.
‘Aiyeee!’ The sting was scorching. Alarming. She jerked, her chest lifting, but then Ricky’s big hand closed over the area, applying a steady pressure.
‘There, there. You’re a sensitive one, aren’t you?’
She slowly lay back on the table and her fingers curled around its side. Of course she was sensitive down there. Her hair had just been ripped out at the roots!
Ricky pressed his/her fingers against the smooth patch of skin. ‘Looks good. No allergic reaction. Just a nice nip you seemed to enjoy.’
Enjoy? Leesha wasn’t given time to analyse that, because it was starting all over again. Ricky worked quickly, and she heard the breathing around the room become harsher as her leg was lifted and bent, exposing her to both sight and touch. Her denuded skin felt hot and vulnerable, especially when Ricky stroked her in a way that didn’t feel at all clinical.
But then the more delicate waxing started.
And Alicia’s heart began hammering against her ribcage.
The intimacy was stark as her vulva was prepared. Ricky’s concentration was intent as she cleaned the area and then applied a powder. The warm wax came next and Leesha squirmed. One of the men in her audience coughed. Her pubic hair suddenly seemed protective. She’d feel even more naked and defenceless without it.
That hot sting. How would it feel there?
She didn’t have to wait long to find out. Ricky yanked off the strip like an unwanted bandage and Alicia’s hips flung themselves into the air.
‘Oh! Oh, God!’ The words were more air than tone. She twisted in hot discomfort and embarrassed arousal, but Ricky’s hand was there, pressed firmly against her pussy, easing the sting.
And transforming it into something entirely different.
Someone swore and another stood.
Leesha rocked against that hand between her legs, trying to increase the pressure, but Ricky went back to her task. The aesthetician continued the waxing, baring more and more of her. Baring her soul. Instead of getting used to it, Alicia found herself tensing harder and harder. The crowd around her seemed to be closing in. They weren’t talking, but she could feel their body heat. She didn’t dare look at them.
They were getting excited.
Her nipples tightened into tiny buds that rubbed against her bra. So was she.
Ricky moved to her other side, and she didn’t know if she could take it. She wriggled on the table, but the aesthetician stopped the involuntary movement by spreading her hand wide over her abdomen. His hand? She wished she could tell!
‘Easy now.’ The husky voice was one of a smoker.
Alicia focused on the ceiling. There was ornate tiling up there, something she hadn’t noticed before.
‘You don’t want to run around half-waxed now, do you?’
Maybe! She could feel herself starting to lose it.
Would Remy mind if she stopped halfway? Could they do the rest themselves? She pressed her hand below her breasts and felt the fine coating of perspiration on her skin. Was he sitting on the edge of his seat next door? Was he pressed up against the window?
Music suddenly started. It piped into the room, low and sexy. Something bluesy. Seductive. She latched onto it, closing her eyes and sinking into the vibe. He was watching. He’d just reached out to her in the most intimate way possible.
She concentrated on that and settled her hips back against the table. She let her knees drop open, and low groans chorused from the peanut gallery in front of her. She swallowed hard. ‘Please. Finish it.’
‘That’s a trooper,’ Ricky said, cleansing her with that swab of stinky cotton. ‘You’ll like the results, I promise.’
Alicia found it hard to think about results when she was still fighting to get through the procedure.
‘Tilt your hips up just a bit, dear. Show me what I need to see.’
Fire built in her abdomen as the waxing continued, getting more and more intimate. More sensitive. Harder to take. Her lower lips were even spread as Ricky became more detailed in her work.
Around her, her viewers forgot their promise as they started swearing in low voices and whispering comments to one another. They were getting more and more aroused. She could hear it in the tightness of their words. She could feel it sparking in the air.
‘That’s nice,’ Ricky said, cleaning up the last bit of wax.
Her face was practically buried in Leesha’s crotch as she used tweezers to get those last, stubborn hairs. Her breaths were hot and rapid against her skin and the heat from the lamp was growing.
His breaths? It didn’t matter anymore.
Ricky patted her knee. ‘Now turn over and get on all fours.’
‘Fuck, yeah,’ someone whispered. The black man?
Alicia’s head snapped up from the table. ‘What?’
Around her, she could see that everyone was now on their feet. They were so close she could have reached out and touched them.
‘Bas pays me to be complete,’ Ricky said efficiently from her work table. Yet her eyes were sparkling as she said the words.
Alicia covered herself as her gaze went from the young businessman to the big black man. The way they hovered over her made her claustrophobic.
‘On all fours,’ a low male voice growled.
It was the boss man. Alicia’s thighs tensed at the order. The music coming from the invisible speakers turned sweaty and gritty. Her stomach squeezed and she felt herself get wet. She rolled over a bit uncertainly. The position felt safer as she lay pressed against the table, but that wasn’t what she’d been ordered to do. Gathering herself, she lifted up onto her knees and braced her hands wide on the padded table.
She could imagine how she looked in her bra and stockings, with her butt bare as she lifted it into the air.
‘Look at that,’ the cowboy sighed. She recognised that drawl.
Hands suddenly caught her bottom, and Alicia’s hips rolled. The grip intensified.
‘Let me see,’ Ricky cooed.
Leesha sucked in a breath so hard, her belly button nearly clamped against her spine, but she held the position. Shivering, sweating and creaming.
‘Oh, look,’ Ricky tsked, sweeping his finger through her dampness. ‘I knew you’d like this.’
‘Like’ was such a tepid word, and Leesha still wasn’t sure what all ‘this’ entailed. Her pussy felt like it was on fire, but goosebumps popped up on her skin when her buttocks were caught. They were gently spread apart and she could feel Ricky’s breaths.
‘Not bad, but it definitely needs attention. Do you mind if I have some assistance?’
Before she could answer, someone stepped up behind her. ‘What do you need?’
‘If you could just hold her open, like so?’
Four hard fingers settled close to her crack and a hot hand spread wide over her buttocks. Leesha couldn’t stop the moan that left her lips. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the older businessman. The silver-haired fox.
‘And you over here,’ Ricky instructed.
The cowboy stepped up to her other side. Together, the men spread her cheeks, exposing all that lay hidden in between as Ricky stepped up with that dreaded, provoking pot of warm wax.
Leesha trembled so hard, her teeth started to clatter, but then the black man caught her attention. She watched him nervously as he rounded the table. It was hard to concentrate on anything other than what was happening down below. The bluesy music swelled, the beat strong and pulsing. She looked up at the man standing before her as the astringent was applied and then the powder.
She couldn’t have been more surprised, when he leaned down and kissed her.
His lips were soft, but his tongue was firm as it licked the seam of her lips. The contrast was so sharp with what was happening between her legs, she wasn’t ready when that strip of gauze was ripped off a very sensitive area.
‘Ahhh!’ she gasped.
His hard tongue filled her mouth and the kiss deepened. Reaching beneath her, he caught her breasts in his hands. Leesha whimpered when he began playing with her. He squeezed and tugged, and she felt her nipples pop out of the confines of her bra. She kissed him back as the care between her legs continued. Hot and spicy. Dark and intimate.
Her hips began to move, caught up in the rhythm of the music. The beat of the intimate dance.
‘Hold her still, gentlemen,’ Ricky instructed. His/her voice was higher but rougher, making it even more indistinguishable. ‘Just a bit more.’
Leesha made out with the black man, loving the way he kissed and the way he handled her breasts. He was flicking her nipples with his thumbs now, bringing her some relief but arousing her even further.
Another sudden yank removed wax that was even more intimately placed and her back arched in distress and delight.
‘Honey, you’re getting too wet,’ Ricky chastised. He cleaned up her dampness with a wipe and she heard the base of the hot lamp slide against the carpeting. The heat between her legs became nearly unbearable as he examined his work.
The boss man to her right adjusted his grip, making it more intimate as he spread her pussy lips. Alicia knew they were all looking into the pink heart of her. They could see how she was reacting.
‘Mmm.’ She was reacting like a volcano. She could feel the lava bubbling, deep inside her, working its way to the surface.
At long last, the sting of individual plucks stopped. Ricky pressed firmly, easing the irritation, but stirring up all kinds of other sensations. ‘I think that’s it,’ he/she said breathlessly. ‘Would anyone like to inspect?’
‘I would,’ the young man said eagerly.
Alicia tried to break the kiss to look over her shoulder at him, but the man she was kissing wouldn’t let her. The cowboy made her nervous. She never knew what he was going to do, and she’d already experienced enough pain to take her right to the edge. She was so finely tuned and anxious, she didn’t know how much more she could stand.
Yet his fingers were gentle as they stroked over her tender pussy. Curious as he spread her. ‘So soft,’ he murmured.
‘And so plump,’ the boss man said. His touch was stricter as he examined the area around her clit. ‘Look how red she is.’
Leesha’s hips rose, seeking the attention and trying to get away from it at the same time. She was so sensitive and aware. So amped up.
There was the sound of a zipper. ‘I’ll take her first.’
Her eyes snapped open. First?
Her head whipped around, and her hair smacked against the man who’d been kissing her. Her cowboy had his cock out and was rubbing it hard. He had one knee on the table before the boss man stepped up between her legs. ‘Who says you get to go first?’
‘I can’t wait,’ the young gun whined.
The silver fox tilted his head, but didn’t seem put out. He merely stroked higher on her butt cheeks. ‘You take her from below then. I’ve got this.’
Alicia jolted when his fingers swirled over her anus. ‘No,’ she said sharply.
All three men jerked to a stop. They stood, watching her in disbelief and some discomfort.
Her chest rose and fell, her breasts still held by the black man’s big hands. She’d said no – and they’d stopped. The music pulsed all around them. She was wetter than she’d thought she could ever get with her pussy on fire like it was. She was lustful. Needy. Did she really mean no?
‘Not there,’ she said hoarsely. ‘Only Remy does that.’
The cowboy’s eyes brightened, and the lines of the boss man’s cheekbones stood out in relief.
‘Then turn her over, boys,’ he instructed.
‘Wh-what?’ Leesha gasped as hands clutched her, taking control.
She was suddenly on her back with her black-clad legs spread wide. Her feet hung off the side of the table and she tried to sit up.
‘Scoot her up higher.’
What were they doing? Her thoughts became disjointed as her bottom slid along the padded mattress. She couldn’t keep track of who was where or what they were doing. Her head snapped straight when she felt the table shift. The silver fox was climbing onto it with her. His pants were unzipped and his cock jumped out as he pushed them to his knees.
She stared at him, stunned. He was fit for his age, and that cock of his didn’t need any assistance. It was firm and long as it pointed straight at her.
Panic flared inside her chest.
It wasn’t so long ago that she wasn’t familiar with the male body. Now she had cocks in her face everywhere she turned. Were they all going to stick them in her? At the same time, or in turns?
Her chest hurt and her throat seized up. She wanted to please Bas. She wanted to do this for Remy.
But she couldn’t.
‘No!’ she cried. It was too much. Too depraved.
She’d gone too far. She’d allowed temptation to pull her to someplace dark and twisted. She’d revelled in it, but it was only now that she realised how far she’d let temptation take her. She was about to have raunchy, sticky, nasty sex with three complete strangers.
What was happening to her?
She clenched her legs together and shielded herself with her hands. ‘Remy!’
The door crashed open and the operations man loomed in the opening, backlit by soft light. He looked big and hulking and thoroughly pissed off. ‘Gentlemen, thank you for your patronage, but the show’s over now.’
‘But I paid –’
‘Get out.’
Fury pulsed in the room, ricocheting off the walls. The men hovering around her wisely zipped up their pants. The cowboy took a nervous step towards the door, but an angry hulk stood in his way. Remy’s eyes narrowed at the show of fear and respect. He entered the room and planted himself between the door and the padded table.
The clients scurried out like rats.
Only one person remained in the room, and he jabbed a finger in their direction. He swung that finger towards the door, and Ricky hurried away as fast as his stubby legs would take him. Her? Alicia had forgotten the hermaphrodite was still in the room.
The room fell still then, and the music became too loud. She could feel it raking over her skin. She laid curled on the table, watching Remy. She was thankful, but trepidation still had her nerves stretched thin.
He looked like a man on the edge.
With three steps, he closed the door. When he turned, she knew the look on his face. For the first time in a long time, fear simmered in her belly.
Instead of coming at her, he walked to the chairs at the foot of the table. Without a word, he began to undress.
‘Remy,’ she whispered as he swung his jacket around the back of a chair.
He didn’t respond, and her nerves sang. He always talked to her during sex. He had plenty of sexy, naughty things to whisper into her ear.
His shirt and tie came off next. He was unbuckling the belt of his dress pants as he stepped up to the end of the table.
She sucked in a breath when he caught her and pulled her down right to the edge. Spreading her legs, he stepped between them and thrust into her. Hard and deep. She let out a cry and her back bowed.
‘Oh, mercy!’ she moaned.
The sensory overload nearly shut her down. The heavy pressure. The biting sting. Her pussy felt raw and hypersensitive. He began thrusting roughly and she twisted on the table. He didn’t ease up. His hips slammed against hers repeatedly, his hips jerking like a jackhammer.
She came, her cry filling the room. ‘Ahhhhh!’
His hold dug deeper into her hips, but he didn’t break his jagged rhythm.
She felt herself spiralling up again, and she looked into his eyes. They were hot and excited. She pushed herself up onto her elbows and reached for his chest. His body was burning up and his heart was racing fast.
She sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her legs locked around his hips and she bit his shoulder as she came again.
He bucked and she rocked on the table, her hair swinging wildly.
His breaths were ragged in her ear. He was pounding his big cock into her and all she could do was accept it. Take comfort in it. Thrill to it. She kissed the hurt she’d caused and raked her nails down his back.
That was all it took to set him off.
When he came, his whole body jerked. Hot come spurted deep inside her womb, and Alicia hummed. The dampness was stark against her sensitive pussy. She felt everything so more clearly, and the way their bodies connected was astonishing. His balls were tucked up against her, hard and soft at the same time.
And he wasn’t waxed. The rasp of his pubic hair against her naked flesh was perfect.
Another softer orgasm went through her, an after-tremor of the explosions she’d felt before. She held him possessively. His chest was hot against her nipples, and her heels dug dangerously into the back of his thighs.
‘No more,’ she whispered. ‘Only with you … or Bas.’
He let out a long breath and dropped his forehead against hers. ‘You got that right.’
She sighed and let herself drift away. Only with the men she cared about.