2 comments/ 4672 views/ 0 favorites Interim Plans By: irishcurse Author's note: This story picks up the tale of best-selling author Vince Flynn's super-agent character, Mitch Rapp. At the conclusion of Consent to Kill, Mitch has suffered terrible personal tragedy. This story fills in the blanks with a bit of what might have happened to Mitch in the gap between Flynn's novels. If you're a fan of Mr.Flynn's excellent work, or even if you're not, you may enjoy this erotic side-story. *** The Silver City wasn't a typical venue for Mitch Rapp. Even in his younger, single days, when he had opportunities to fraternize with the men of the Special Forces community, he rarely joined the guys at the local gentleman's club. Had had been in dozens over the years, socially, and while working various ops. But he was here for different reasons this time. Since Anna was murdered months before, Mitch had delved himself into the deepest, darkest emotional place he could be. Even worse than the loss of his high school sweetheart, the loss of his wife and unborn child left a gaping hole in his heart, and in his life. He didn't care for much of anything these days. Only the rage he felt for justice and redemption kept him from looking for reasons to live. He had punished the people that took his wife from him, and even learned that Anna's heart could channel through him, but he would never live the life he had dreamed of with her. He spent most of his time now travelling to obscure places. He was rarely in communication with Langley, just enough that they knew he was still alive. He had reverted back to his covert operative ways...disappearing into his surroundings, changing identities, and never staying in the same place too long. Some days he worked out furiously, letting his temper fuel his exercise. Other days, he didn't move from whatever bed he claimed the previous night. Occasionally though, he would seek the beauty of the female form at a strip club. This night, he was cleaned up, well dressed, and in a familiar city along his extended road trip. He pulled his silver Audi into the valet, and locked his pistol and paddle holster in the custom made lockbox in the center console. He hated to be without it, but strippers would probably freak out at the discovery of a sidearm. As he stepped through the door, he remembered why he liked the place. It was upscale, and as classy as this type of business gets. Well decorated, with enough light to see that it was clean, but dark enough to keep a little privacy. After paying his cover, the leggy blonde at the front desk started to offer to find him a seat. But she was interrupted by two of the dancers entering the reception area. "Hey Sweetie," greeted one of the dancers, "Are you all alone?" "Yes, ma'am." "Well, follow me," she instructed. "We'll take good care of you." Finding a seat against the wall of a larger room, Mitch was as comfortable as he could be in such a place. He was seated at a small table for two, with his back to the wall. It was one of the darkest areas in the room, about 20 feet from the main stage. The place was about half full, mostly of men. But there were a few women mixed in as well, including a larger group of about ten people. They appeared to be having a great time, talking and laughing loudly, and probably spending a lot of money since they had the attention of quite a few of the dancers. There were plenty of dancers around, though. One on the center stage, one on each of two small platforms on either side of the room, and at least a dozen more scattered about the room. After getting his drink from the waitress, he was greeted by several dancers offering lapdances. But he was just settling in, and politely refused for several minutes, until his second round was on its way. Just as the waitress swapped his empty glass for a full one, a lovely brunette stopped in her tracks in front of him. He looked up to see piercing green eyes, and immediately he thought of Anna. As she stepped closer, he shook the thought from his head, and instead to a long look at this women from head to toe. She was tanned and extremely fit; she wore only a dark blue halter top dress that barely covered her. Looking down the length of her smooth muscular legs, which were flattered by her platform high heels, he immediately pegged her for a runner. She smiled and said, "Mind if I join you?" "Please." As she turned sideways, Mitch could see that her dress was completely backless except for the tight skirt covering her ass. She sat down across his lap, and leaned in close to his ear. "That was quite a look. Did you like what you saw?" "Very much so. You're in incredible shape." "Thank you," she affectionately replied. She moved his hand to her leg, and pressed hers into his chest. "Mmm. You're in pretty good shape yourself." "Yeah, well, I try." Mitch dismissed the compliment as standard operating procedure, especially for a girl whose job it was to make men feel like they had a chance with her. "I'm Veronica." "Mitch." "Mitch, why are you here all by yourself?" "Just on a business trip." "Well, you mind if I keep you company for a while?" "I would love that." Mitch was looking into her green eyes again. Now that she was so close, he could see a few faint freckles on her cheeks and nose. His mind raced, and he reminded himself that this woman didn't look anything like Anna. But he was only human. And his body wanted her in his arms. "What are you thinking about?" she asked, and brought his attention back to reality. "Oh, sorry," he mumbled, "I just uh....You have great legs. Are you a runner?" "Yeah. I work out a lot too," she responded, and started easing off his lap. Just then Mitch noticed that one song ended, and as another started, the DJ was yelling some nonsense into the microphone. "Why don't I dance for you, and you can see some more," Veronica stood up in front of him, still leaning over with her hands on his chest. "Absolutely," was all he could muster. As Veronica started the erotic swaying of her hips that were the trademark of her art, Mitch followed her movement and took a big gulp of his drink. She stepped between his legs, and moved his knees apart with her hands, forcing him to slide down in his chair a bit. She slowly turned around, swaying her ass side to side, and then set her but down on his lap. Mitch couldn't decide what to pay attention to. Her ass still swayed, and she ground each cheek into his groin. He figured it would only be a minute before she felt his bulge grinding back into her. But he was also mesmerized by her completely bare back. She had flawless skin, and sculpted shoulders that signaled she frequented the weight room. She leaned back into him, resting her shoulders on his chest, and laid her head on his shoulder. She turned her head and breathed into his ear. "You are amazing," he told her. And he meant it. She was writhing her body on top of his, and this woman's touch lit a fire inside him. He was no rookie in a strip club, but he was already incredibly turned on, and she still had her dress on. She slowly sat up, driving her ass into his groin. She raised her arms slowly over her head, gathering her dark hair, revealing her long neck. With one hand she undid the clasp of her halter top, and then slowly leaned back onto him. Holding her dress to her chest with one hand, she wrapped the other around his head, and made sure he was watching. He looked down the length of her body on top of him, and she peeled her dress down, exposing her round breasts. They were perfect. Fake. But perfect. And Mitch didn't care. Her nipples stood atop perfect little areolas, pointing at the ceiling. He fought the urge to bring his hands up her sides. She sat up again, slid her dress down to her ankles, and bent over. Her g-string covered ass a mere inches from his face, Mitch sat up a bit to take it all in. She turned around, pushed on his chest until he sat back in his chair, and then rubbed her hands down his chest and abdomen. Leaning in close, she whispered, "Mmm...real pecs. I love a man with real muscles." She then eased one knee in on either side of him, straddling his lap. She worked one hand between the buttons of his shirt, again feeling for his pecs, and then placed the fingers of both her hands into the front of his pants, clutching at this belt. Mitch tensed in reaction, but he was quickly distracted as she straightened her arms, squeezing her breasts together between them. Her hands reached for back of his chair, and she leaned in, smothering his face between her breasts. She smelled incredible, and for a brief moment, Mitch was lost in another world. The only thing on his mind was the soft smooth flesh that was grinding into him. This feminine form was so different, and so far removed, from his dark and violent life. "Damn, you're beautiful," he told her as she sat back again. She ground her ass into his groin, and placed his hands on her hips. "I thought I couldn't touch you in here?" "Baby, you can touch me," she whispered, leaning into his ear again. "Can I stay here with you all night?" "I don't think I could afford that." "That's not what I meant...Take a look on either side of you," she whispered, still slowly gyrating her hips on top of him. Rapp hadn't noticed anything unusual about his neighbors initially. Just that neither was a threat. But taking another look, he saw a middle aged man in sweat pants, and thick glasses, who was at least fifty pounds overweight. On Rapp's other side was an Italian looking guy, in a cheap suit without a coat, and too much gold jewelry. He was talking fast and loud, hollering instructions at the girl dancing in front of him. She and the girl dancing for the fat guy both seemed bored to death, staring off into space, just going through the motions. "You see what I mean. When I have the chance to spend time with a real man, who's hot, and actually nice to me... I want to stay with him. " "I see your point. And I'm flattered," Mitch responded, still wary of the ploy. "But, I wouldn't want to keep you from making a lot more money tonight." "I don't care if I don't make any money tonight. I just can't stand the thought of putting up with more guys like that." Rapp didn't know what to tell her. He would love it if she danced for him all night. But he damn sure wasn't going to pay her twenty bucks a song. And that was just the price out front. The VIP rooms were another story. She was still straddling him, and another song had started, but her hips were barely moving. She stared into his eyes. Rapp thought he saw tears in her eyes, and didn't know how to react. "Wanna get out of here?" she whispered. Mitch was shocked, and his expression showed it. "That's not what I meant," she reassured him, "well not entirely." Mitch thought of the implications of a high level CIA agent getting busted for paying a prostitute for sex. "I ...uh...I don't think." "Relax," she cut him off. "I mean...let's just go get a cup of coffee or something." "Uh...Okay...but...," he stopped again as she stood up, flashing her ass in his face, and quickly pulled her dress back on. "It's Okay. Let's just go somewhere...Come on," she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the chair. "Pay your tab and meet me outside the back entrance in a couple minutes." "Wait...I don't think..." "What kind of car do you have?" "A silver Audi." "Nice. Ok, I'll see you in a few minutes." She kissed him on the cheek and quickly walked toward the dressing room. Rapp threw a twenty dollar bill on the table, and paused. His mind raced. He looked around the room, and said to himself, "What the hell." ***** Rapp pulled the car around to the back of the building, and shut off the lights. Within one minute, he saw her walk out from behind the privacy fence that shielded the doorway. She was wearing running shoes and matching sweats, and had her hair pulled into a ponytail through a ball cap. He took a deep breath, forced the air back out of his lungs, and flipped on his headlights. She looked up, and broke into a jog. Rapp instinctively started to reach for the lockbox and his pistol, but quickly talked himself out of it. Within seconds she was opening the passenger door, and bounced herself onto the front seat. "Hi, I'm Katie," she said, pulling the door closed, and then extended her hand. Rapp raised an eyebrow, but wasn't surprised by the name change. "With a cute name like Katie, why would you use Veronica?" "I dunno. Veronica is sexier." "Not to me," he answered, and turned his headlights back off. "What's wrong?" "Listen...Katie...I'm really flattered...and ...uh...I would love to take you...uh...anywhere," he squirmed in his seat, visibly uncomfortable. "But I don't want to get myself in trouble here." "I'm not a hooker. And you don't have to believe me, but I swear...I've never left the club with a guy before." She buckled her seatbelt, as if the discussion was over. "Okay, fine. But I don't want you telling me that, and then later some goons come after me looking to collect. "That's not gonna happen," she looked into his eyes again. "There's just something about you...You didn't really want to be in that place either, did you?" Rapp paused, thinking about it, thinking about the last few months of his life, "No." He flipped on the lights, slapped the gear shifter and sped to the exit of the parking lot. "Besides...you look like a man who can handle himself," she joked. He shot her a sly grin, "You have no idea." And then he squealed the tires as they accelerated onto the road. ***** "Sorry about my clothes," Katie apologized, pulling at her sweatshirt. "But, I did leave my g-string on, in case you still want me to dance for you." "I thought you wanted to get a cup of coffee?" "Well...I mean...whatever you want to do. I just don't want to be back there." Rapp already made his mind up, "I think I would like that dance." "Okay. Where are you staying?" she asked, as Rapp downshifted. "Riiigght...heeere." He swung the Audi into the hotel parking lot and quickly into a parking spot. "Isn't that convenient?" Rapp stepped out, came around to her side, opened the door and helped her out. Before closing the door behind her, he leaned in and discreetly removed the .45 from the lockbox, and secured it in his belt. Rapp placed his pistol into his duffel, and closed the zipper. Katie noticed, but kept a calm look on her face. "You have any other surprises for me?" she asked. "Nope...Especially since I really don't know what to do from here." "I think I have a few ideas," she said as she entered the bathroom, and closed the door behind her. Mitch heard the water start running in the shower, and again raised an eyebrow in curiosity. He stepped to the bathroom door to listen more closely, and she yelled from inside, startling him. "Why don't you get us some drinks. I'm gonna take a shower." "Uh, Okay...What would you like?" "Just a white wine." Mitch called room service and ordered their drinks. Then he set about, pacing back and forth, across the room, wondering what the hell he was doing. He called room service again, and asked them to bring two rounds. He looked around the room, and realized he needed to tidy up a bit. Just as he finished stuffing a pile of his dirty clothes into a dresser drawer, Katie emerged from the bathroom. She wore only a bath towel, and droplets of water glistened off her legs and shoulders. Her hair was pulled tight in a ponytail. She threw her bag onto the bed, and began rummaging through it. She pulled out her platform heels, and tossed them to the floor. "What color?" "Sorry?" "What color g-string? I have the blue one I was wearing before, and a bright pink one, and this one." She held up a tiny triangle of black connected to a small string of pearls. "That one... definitely." "I thought you might like that. I've never worn it at the club." There was a knock at the door signaling the drinks had arrived. Katie stepped into the tiny garment, as Mitch turned his back and started for the door. He took the tray of drinks from the man, instead of letting him in, and signed the bill. As Mitch looked up from the bill, he noticed the man staring over his shoulder. Turning around, Mitch could see what he was looking at in the mirror on the closet door. He quickly shut the door, flipped the deadbolt, and stood with his back against the door. He stared in awe at the reflection of one long, perfectly toned leg braced against the dresser. He could only see from mid thigh down. Katie's hands worked at fastening the ankle strap on her six inch stiletto. "Thank you, sir," she said, accepting her glass of wine. "Why don't you sit down right there." Katie turned and flipped off a couple lights, leaving only the dim light from the hallway on. Mitch sat in the arm chair, as ordered, and gulped at his drink. Next, she bent over, pulled the scrunchy from her ponytail, shook her fingers through her hair, and then flipped it over her head as she straightened up. She then peeled off her towel and threw it onto the bathroom floor. She was ten feet away when she started towards him. Mitch watched a perfect silhouette against the dim light behind her. She took another sip of wine, and then set the glass on the dresser as she passed. He set his drink on the table, and sat up as she stopped in front of him. "Hi," she paused, "Do you want some music on?" "No." She pushed him back into the chair, and began to gyrate her hips to her own rhythm. Katie turned around slowly, and then squatted down to wiggle her ass on his lap. She stood back up, and pulled slightly at the black string around her hips. A small string of pearls ran from the middle of the string, down between her round cheeks, where it disappeared between her legs. "You like the g-string?" "Oh yeah." "Check this out." Katie straightened her legs, and bent over at her waist. She grasped each of her feet by the arch, and pulled her head to her knees. Mitch stared at the string of pearls that cut her ass in half. It wrapped down the exposed valley between her cheeks, and did little to conceal her perfect little asshole. The end of the string, where it met the black fabric in front, was completed engulfed by the folds of her pussy. "Oh, God damn," Mitch exhaled, once he remembered to breath. "I can see why you wouldn't wear that at work." Katie didn't respond. She was fully into the moment. She sat back onto his lap, and grinded her ass into his lap again. Mitch clutched the arms of the chair with his hands. She stood up, turned around, and straddled him again, like she had earlier at the club. "Now, you can definitely touch me." Mitch set his hands on her hips. "I want you to touch me," she insisted, grinding harder into his groin. He slid a hand down, and cupped her ass. "I neeeed you to touch me." He grabbed her ass with both hands, and pulled her into him. His face was again smothered by her perfect breasts. This time though, his hand slid up her side and caressed one, while his mouth wandered to the other. He kissed and lightly licked all around the outside of her breast, but avoided her nipple. His hand worked back to grab her ass. And then he reached further behind, wrapping his hands around the tops of her hamstrings, his fingers teasingly close to her crotch. He squeezed her legs, finding the soft flesh between her thighs and her ass, and eliciting a moan. "Oh, that's good..." she moaned at him. Mitch felt the bulge starting in his pants as he continued to grope her ass, and she continued to moan. She was kneeling on the chair, and each time he squeezed the back of her legs, her hips pushed forward into his ribs. Her round tits pressed against his face, and he tried his best to lick every inch of them. Katie leaned back, pressing her crotch into his stomach, and placed her hands on his knees behind her. She rolled her stomach like a belly dancer, and Mitch stared as each hip bone lifted the g-string slightly away from her stomach. The black triangle barely covered her pussy mound, and lifted away from her flesh to meet the string on each side. Mitch knew she could feel his hardening cock pressing into her backside. Interim Plans Katie sat up, and knelt between his legs. She set her tits on his lap, and pressed her ribs into his groin. She leaned back exposing the bulge in the front of his pants, and the grabbed an entire handful of it through the fabric. She massaged his cock and balls, pressing them around in their restraints, until his cock extended down his pant leg. She stroked it a few times, and then leaned into him again, grinding her hipbone into his aching cock. Mitch grasped her ass with both hands, pulling her into him. She slid one leg up along his knee and over his thigh and cock. Moving both elbows to the opposite arm of the chair, her tight ass raised into the air. Then she settled it back down, grinding her crotch along the length of his cock. Again and again, she slid back and forth, grinding on him through his pants. He stared at the perfect ass dancing on his lap, and then reached along the back of her thigh, talking a solid hold of her curves. His fingers again found the crease at the bottom of her ass. He groped her deeply, and each time she raised her hips, his fingertips probed closer to her heat. She slid down between his legs again, clawed at the front of his shirt, and pushed it up exposing his washboard abs. She leaned in and kissed his stomach several times, and then lightly bit at the skin just above his belt. The sensations made Mitch tense up, and he reflexively sucked in his stomach. Katie took the opportunity to reach a hand under the waist of his pants. She still had her firm breasts pushed into his crotch, smothering his aching hard-on. With her other hand, she undid his belt, and then his fly, staring up at him the entire time. Katie lifted her chest from his crotch, and then smiled at him as she slid a hand under his boxers. She slowly eased her hand along, down the length of his shaft, until the crook of her elbow reached his waistband. The palm of her hand pressed the head of his cock against his leg, and the heat radiated up his spine. There was barely room for her delicate arm in his pant leg. Mitch closed his eyes, and sighed at the pleasure, as she lingered there, lightly squeezing him. Finally, she pulled her hand up, bringing his cock with it. She quickly stood up, and pulled off his shoes, and then forcibly pulled his pants off. Then Katie climbed back onto his lap, and pulled his shirt off over his head. Placing her palms on his chest, she wiggled her ass back and forth, settling her crotch down onto his lap. His butt was on the edge of the seat, and his hard cock laid against his stomach, the bottom half still covered by his boxers. She ground her hips into him, centering her pussy along his shaft, and started to slide up and down his length. Rapp could feel the heat between her legs as she pressed herself onto him. She had her forearms on his shoulders, and her hands pulled his head into her cleavage. He kissed between each breast, and then traced his tongue lightly along her skin, until he found a nipple. Lightly circling it with the tip of his tongue, he moaned his hot breath over her as she continued to grind on his cock. Then he flicked her nipple with his tongue and sucked it gently into his mouth. Katie's response was obvious, as she moaned and stalled her gyrations, pressing her pussy onto his shaft with all her weight. Mitch continued working her nipple with his tongue, and massaged her ass with his hands, guiding her up and down his shaft. Her moaning intensified, and she quickened the pace of her ride on his lap. Mitch wasn't sure if what he thought was happening really was, so he kept his tongue at work, and pulled her into him tighter. Then there was no doubt in his mind, as Katie let out a deep grunt, and lifted her face towards the ceiling. A shudder came over her body, and Mitch felt a hot wetness take over the front of his boxers where she pressed her pussy down over him. Katie rested her head on his shoulder for minute. "Mmmm. I'm so glad you came in tonight...We're gonna have a lot of fun." "Yeah, well...I'm doin pretty well so far." Mitch was still feeling his wet boxers between his aching cock and her pussy. "I'm just getting started." Katie climbed off him, turned around and sat back on his lap. Mitch looked down to see the head of his cock centered between the top of her ass cheeks. She leaned back resting her shoulders on his chest, and groped her breast. She twirled a finger tip around her hard nipple, and Mitch followed suit. His hand repeated the motion on her other breast. His other hand held her hip, and then slowly pressed along her belly. When his fingers reached the top of her g-string, his hand was met by hers. Katie, pressed her hand under the small piece of fabric, and immediately pressed her finger between her folds. Mitch pressed his hand down along her pussy, moaning at the discovery that is was completely bare and smooth. He pressed the tip of his middle finger between her folds, displacing hers. She was soaked, and their finger tips slid around together easily over her clit. Each of them hand one hand on her breast, teasing a nipple. And each of them had a hand in her crotch massaging her pussy. She brought her legs up, placing one heel on top of each of his thighs. The small bit of pain on the top of his legs was forgotten instantly as most of her weight was on her ass. And her ass was pressing heavily onto his engorged cock. He was glad she wasn't moving too much, but he knew where this was going. Katie slid her finger deeper, pressing it full inside her. She pressed his finger into her clit with the palm of her hand. Rapp knew she was about to get herself off again. Katie's eyes were closed tightly, and she buried her face in his neck. Her back arched, pressing her ass further into his groin. Her hand worked back and forth, simultaneously curling her finger at her g-spot and pressing his finger into her clit. Mitch was just an instrument in her pleasure at this point. But he was thoroughly enjoying himself. It wasn't long before Katie had herself at the edge again, and Mitch made sure to keep up his fingering of her nipple and clit. Her body tensed again, and she dug her stiletto heels into his legs, lifting her ass off him, as another orgasm coursed through her. This time Mitch felt her juices flow from her pussy, and as she removed her hand, he slid his further down. He held his fingers in place over her pussy, and they were quickly soaked. After catching her breath for a second, Katie sat up, but stayed on his lap. She looked down to see his soaking wet hand, and instantly grabbed it and brought it to her mouth. She licked at his finger tips. And then one by one, took each finger into her mouth, slowly sucking them clean. When she finished, her hand found his cock, which was still protruding from the waistband of his boxers. Katie slid off his lap, and kneeled between his legs. As she kissed his stomach, she tugged his boxers halfway down his thighs. She reached up, placed her palms on his chest, and leaned her head down. Mitch felt her warm tongue at the base of his cock. He felt her finger nails dig into his pecs. He felt her breasts grazing along the tops of his thighs. Slowly, she licked up the bottom of his cock, taking up her juices that had soaked through his shorts. When she reached the head, she took it into her mouth, licked around it, and then popped it back out like a lollipop. She licked her lips, and then slowly moved her mouth down over his cock. Inch by inch, he felt her lips glide down his shaft. Just as he felt his head pressing into her throat, he felt her tongue lapp at the skin at the base of his shaft. Mitch was in ecstasy. He thought he might explode right then and there. "Oh, fuck," he moaned. Katie quickly backed off, and caught a breath, as Mitch caught his. She grabbed hold of his cock with one hand, and the other pulled his boxers down over his knees to his ankles. Mitch felt her warm tongue tracing down his cock again, and then he felt her kneel on top of his boxers. He lifted one foot to release his legs from the boxers, and felt her hand slide up the inside of his leg. The move brought goose bumps to his skin. When her hand clutched his groin, she spread his legs further apart with her elbows. Her tongue pressed down over his balls. And then she started licking furiously at them from the bottom up. She began stroking his cock with her hand, and Mitch knew he was in trouble. He half-heartedly moved her hand away, but she replaced it in a second. She sensed his urgency, and brought her lips back to her lollipop. She stroked his shaft with her hand, and slathered her tongue over the tip of his cock. His slow moans began to turn to gasps for air. He felt her free hand cup his balls and gently roll them between her fingers. He thought he was about to explode when her hand stopped stroking, and rested at his base. Her thumb and index finger made a ring around his thick shaft, and her other fingers pressed into his stomach. He felt the warmth of her mouth again on his cock, and slowly move down its length. Her tongue swirled around it as she bobbed her head up and down a few times. The feeling of his swollen cock pressing into her throat was all he could take. She impaled herself on him several times, repeatedly forcing her throat down over top of him. She brought her mouth up off him one last time, gulping some air, and then pushed her forehead to his stomach again. Rapp felt his cock pressed into her throat, and her hands caressing his balls. Her lips clamped over the base of his shaft, and he felt his orgasm take over. He braced his hands on the chair as his body convulsed. She stayed impaled on his cock, barely moving up and down, but keeping him deep in her throat. He bellowed a deep grunt as his load erupted into her. She was milking his balls, and somehow kept every inch of him in her mouth as streams of his cum blasted straight down her throat. It seemed like an eternity, but when his cock finally stopped pumping cum into her mouth, he realized that she was still completely engulfing his cock. At last she slowly lifted her head, licking him every inch of the way. She caught a breath, and smiled at him. "Wow!" she still had her hands on his balls, "You needed that." "Holy shit...I guess so," He panted. "Ready for more?" "Jesus! That was incredible...how did you...I mean...Hell yeah." "Ha, Ha...Good...I have a few other skills you might like." "Oh, I can't even imagine." ***** Katie walked over to the dresser, and sipped down the rest of her wine. Rapp reached for his drink and slugged the rest of it in one gulp. She grabbed each of them their other drink, and both took a good long pull. "So I can do all kinds of cool stuff," she calmly stated, "watch." She set her drink down, stood back about three feet from his chair, and slowly lifted her knee. With perfect control, she extended her leg forward, and placed her heel on the top of the chair over Rapp's shoulder. Mitch reached to caress the ankle near his head, but she started sliding forward. Slowly, her leg slid along the top of the chair, and her body came forward towards him, until the back of her knee was over his shoulder. She was in a full split, with the back of her thigh along his torso, her crotch tantalizingly positioned directly over his, and her perfectly straight leg stretched to the floor behind her. "Whoa," Mitch's eyes bugged out of his head. Katie put her arms around his neck, and started pulling herself up, the front of her thigh dragging along his groin, until her foot was under her again. In a quick motion, she set her ass on one side of his lap, and swung her leg up and over Rapp's other shoulder. She released her hands and leaned back. Her ass pressed on his stomach, and her tight abs flexed as she lowered her upper body backwards between his legs. He was staring at her pussy, a perfect V of black fabric, pulled tight between her folds. Then he watched as her fingers found her clit again, and she frantically started massaging herself. She pulled the fabric aside, offering him a view of her already swollen pussy. Mitch felt signs of life rush back to his groin, which was mashed into the small of her back. He was about to reach out for her, when she pulled the g-string back into place. Mitch watched in awe as Katie arched her back, placing her hands on the floor at his feet. She then carefully brought one heeled foot to the top of the chair, and gracefully kicked her legs up into a handstand. She paused momentarily, pivoted 180 degrees on her hands, and then split her legs straight out to either side. Just as Mitch stared at the glorious sight of her, upside down and fully spread eagle, she began to bend at the waist. As her pussy and then her ass curled towards him, her legs found the arms of the chair. She was in a full split across the chair, with her hands still on the floor. Mitch wanted desperately to take hold of her, and bury his face between her legs. But he didn't dare interrupt the show. Katie walked her hands up to his knees and sat up. Then she put her hands on her hips, fully supporting her weight across her spread legs. Mitch stared at the pearls pinched in her fully flexed, round ass. "Wow...So, you're a runner and a gymnast?" "No, I never did gymnastics...I never tried any of this stuff until I started stripping." "Well, it's pretty damn impressive either way." "It's mostly from all the yoga and dancing." "Whatever it is, it works." "I see that," Katie smiled, and reached down in front of her. There she found Mitch's growing hard-on, which had come back to life thanks to her performance. She stroked him for a few moments, and soon he was fully hard. Mitch traced his hands along the tops of her thighs, and then down around her ass. Reaching his hand beneath her from behind, he carefully pressed the pearls into her, and wiggled them lightly, front to back. Katie quickly began to quiver, partly from his stimulation, and partly from her muscles straining to hold her position. Mitch put a hand under each of her legs, and lifted her clear of the chair. Her legs came together, and she curled into a ball, as she collapsed onto his lap. Mitch readjusted his grip, with one arm under her legs, and one around her back, and picked her up and carried her towards the bed. He set her down on the edge of the bed, and she immediately wrapped her legs around his head. Mitch dropped to his knees, and pulled her by the hips, bringing her pussy to his mouth. He sunk his tongue into her already soaked folds, and began massaging her clit through the tight fabric. Her heels were in his back, and she lifted her ass off the bed, driving her pubis into his face. Mitch reached a hand under her ass, and slid his fingers under the string of pearls. He brought his hand up between her legs, and slid the fabric aside, exposing her clit to his onslaught. He delicately lapped her juices from all around her labia, and then switched to flicking his tongue on her clit. Mitch repeated the process several times, and soon Katie was full on riding his face. She reached down and pulled his head into her, and dug her heels into his back, as her body thrashed about. Her climax rushed over her body, and Mitch could barely hold her down enough to prolong her pleasure. His face was flooded with her cum, and Mitch savored her taste until she finally relaxed. Mitch stood at the foot of the bed, towering over her. He swollen cock pointed at her soaked pussy. He thought of pouncing on her, and driving into her right there, but he resisted. Instead, Katie sat up, and grabbed him by his sensitive manhood, and pulled herself onto all fours. She drew his length into her mouth again, settling onto her elbows. She grabbed him by the back of his thighs, and started pulling him into her face. Mitch complied with her efforts, and began fucking her mouth, pumping his hips into her without restraint. He felt his balls slapping into her chin and neck as his cock jammed into the back of her mouth. Katie was still pulling on him, taking all the abuse. He watched her back arch before him, pointing her ass in the air. He reached out and grabbed hold of her ass with both hands, and started pulling her body to him, matching her rhythm. She only pulled harder, slamming his cock deeper into her throat each time. Mitch was worried he wouldn't last, violently fucking her face. He reached his fingers further back, sliding them under the pearls, and into the soaking mess of her pussy. His other hand wrapped around her waist, and pulled her even closer to him. As he pulled her forward, Katie was forced to release him from her mouth. She felt the strength in his arms, as his hands pressed into her skin. She wasn't sure what to do with herself, in this awkward position. And then she felt his finger enter her. She was dripping wet, and offered no resistance. His hand cupped her ass, and he pressed his middle finger deep inside, as far as it would go. She shuddered at the feeling, and then begged for more. Katie laid her head and chest down on the bed, and pressed her ass back into his hand. Mitch knelt on the bed beside her, and began to work his finger in and out of her wet hole. She was driving her ass into his hand as fast as he could slide his finger in and out. He paused, clutching her hip with his free hand, and then easily slid another finger inside her. As he stroked her, he curled his fingers down, pressing them across her g-spot. Her breathing quickened, and he felt her fingers on her clit, as she continued rocking backwards. He shifted to kneeling beside her, and took better leverage. She rapidly wiggled her fingers over her clit, and he pressed his fingers deeper into her, keeping pressure on her swollen spot. Rapp was amazed, and amused, as another wave of orgasm came over her. Her hands clutched at the bedspread, and she drove her pussy back over his fingers. He felt her gush again, and lowered his face to her, once again lapping at her sweetness. "How many times are you gonna make me cum?" she asked, catching her breath. "That's what I was wondering," Mitch laughed. "Are you ready to fuck me yet?" "I've been ready," he sat up, "but we can keep this up if you want." Katie pushed him back down on the bed, grabbed his cock, and knelt between his legs. She began licking around the insides of his thighs, occasionally biting him lightly, making him squirm. Her hand pumped at his cock, and she carefully sucked at each of his balls. Mitch watched her working her magic, and she looked up for a second as she lowered her mouth over his cock once again. She stroked down over him only a few times, and then released him as a thick string of saliva stretch from her lower lip to his bulbous head. Katie began crawling up his body, first kissing his stomach, and then dragging her tits between his legs. He felt her nipples tickle his sack, and then she pressed into him, centering his cock between her firm breasts. Katie rocked her body back and forth, letting his saliva soaked cock fuck her tits. Mitch couldn't take any more. He slid a hand behind her ear, and pulled his face to hers. He planted his tongue in her mouth, and felt hers in return. Katie scrambled to get her legs underneath her, climbing along his body until she was straddling him. She lifted herself off him, grabbed his cock, and pointed it straight up at her crotch. She lowered herself just enough for his tip to touch her. With her hand, she guided the head of his cock between her folds, and carefully used it to slide her g-string aside. The heat from her pussy washed over him, as he felt her slide his head around between the soaked folds of her labia. Finally, she centered his cock, and lowered herself onto him in one deliberate motion. They both let out heavy moans of release as she enveloped him. Interim Plans She was motionless for a minute, as each of them took in the full feeling of him inside her. She rocked forward, kissing him deeply, and then sat straight up. She rocked back, driving him further up inside her. Mitch looked up at the beautiful women, her eyes were closed and her mouth open. He could tell she was concentrating on the feeling deep in her abdomen. He stared at her perfect, round breasts. He looked down at her taught abdomen, and her bald pussy, which oozed from the sides of the black fabric V. And then he watched as she slowly started to gyrate her hips. First side to side, seeming to settle her body down further over his. And then her hips drove forward and back, forcing him inside her. She caressed her tits with her hands, and then braced herself on his chest. Pressing against him, she forcefully sank her pussy down. Mitch felt his cock bottom out inside her, and she briefly winced in pain. Then she did it again, and again, and began grunting with each stroke. Before Mitch could react, she was having her way with him. She bucked her hips back and forth, grinding her pussy over him. His cock pressed her insides with each stroke, and she contorted her body to make his head rub the perfect spot inside her. Katie head dropped forward, her hair falling to one side, and she clenched her eyes closed. Mitch watched her breasts swinging over his chest as her pussy bounced into him. She cried out with another orgasm. Mitch felt her contract around him, and then he felt the hot gush of fluid wash over his cock, and down onto his balls. Katie didn't waste any time resting. She sat back up, and slowly worked her hips over him. "Oh God, you're fucking me so good," she moaned, fondling her perfect breasts. "I haven't fucked you at all yet," Mitch insisted. She pulled herself off him, spun on one knee, and straddled him again, facing the opposite direction. She leaned back, and her hair brushed his face. Reaching between her legs, she guided his cock back to her pussy, and rested her weight back down. She worked her hips for a couple strokes, and then sat forward. She grabbed his shins with each hand as his cock impaled her. Mitch felt like he was hitting her lungs as he drove his hips up into her ass. She shrieked in pain, and then pulled her feet underneath her. Katie lifted herself off him slightly, still bracing herself on his legs. Mitch could see daylight beneath her ass for a brief second. And then she slammed herself back down. Her loud, high pitched grunt drowned out the slapping of flesh on flesh. He watched her round ass bouncing in front of him, and tried to reach for it. His fingers barely danced over her skin as she squatted over him, pounding herself down into his groin. He strained to drive himself up into her, only to have her slam him back into the bed. She cried out with each bounce, and Mitch could feel why. His full length was spearing into her, and he felt her insides crash into his cock just before her ass cheeks crashed into his hips. Katie was out of breath, nearly screaming, and starting to sweat from her exertion. She slowed the pace of her ride, as her legs started to give out. She reached down, and grabbed a handful of his balls between her legs. She started squeezing them, pulling with each slow rise of her body. Mitch was literally aching to cum, and her massage of his balls only added to it. He had fought the urge throughout her vigorous, reverse cowgirl style bucking. But he needed just a bit more. Feeling her tight body start to fatigue on top of him, Mitch pushed her off him by her ass. He cast her aside on the bed like a ragdoll, and crawled to his knees. "Please fuck me now!" she begged, breathless. "Please finish me." "Oh, I'm gonna fuck you senseless." Mitch growled, grabbing her by the waist. He pulled her to her knees, and she willingly slid her legs apart on the bed. Mitch pushed her upper body down to the bed, and guided his cock with his free hand. He easily slid his head into her soaking hole. He felt the tiny string of pearls roll along the length of his shaft as he entered her. Katie groaned softly as he slowly began to pump into her. She brought a hand underneath her, and began stroking her clit through the wet g-string, keeping time with his thrusts. Mitch knew she would have another orgasm soon, and stepped up his efforts. He grasped the back of her neck, pushing her face into the bed, and arching her back. He grabbed her hip with his other hand, and took control of her body. He forcefully plowed into her, and increased his pace. Katie couldn't keep her hand in place with the ramming, and instead clawed at the covers to brace herself. She didn't need any further stimulation anyway, as the onslaught of his cock crashing into her bowels was quickly bringing her to orgasm. "Ungh!" she screamed, gasping for breath, "Fucking hurt me!" He slowed again for a bit, but his thrusts grew more powerful. He held tightly around the back of her neck, and leaned further over her. Her face and chest were mashed to the bed, and each time he slammed his weight into her pussy, her body buckled beneath him. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!...I'm cumming!" she screamed into the sheets. "Oh fuck yeah!" he growled. Mitch felt his orgasm boiling from deep inside, quickened his thrusts. He stiffened up, driving his cock as deep as he could. He pulled her hair back as he punished her, bringing her upper body off the bed. Her face was nearly pointed toward the ceiling, but she was screaming with pleasure as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her. Mitch was pulling at her hips, driving his hips into her ass cheeks with all his might. Finally he erupted into her, spraying his cum deep in her belly. He pumped into her again and again, and her felt her contract around him, milking at his cock. With one final squeeze, he held himself deep in her pussy, and nearly broke her body in half with the effort. He released her hair, and collapsed his weight down on top of her. He was still hard enough to stay inside her for a minute, but she was gushing with both their fluids. He slid to her side, desperate to close his eyes, but worried that she wasn't done with him yet. "Oh fuck that was good," Katie whispered into the covers. "You definitely needed that." Mitch rolled to his back, and wondered aloud, "I needed that?" Katie flipped her body to him, sliding a leg over his. "Nevermind," she whispered again, and laid her head on his chest. ***** Rapp awoke to a pounding on the hotel room door. His heart jumped for a second, until he opened his eyes to see Katie walking across the room. He had been awake twice during the night. The first time, he woke to find her lying nearly on top of him, her head on his chest, and her arm wrapped around him. The second time was when she rolled away from him. He was thoroughly enjoying the intimate touch of a woman, and rolled himself behind her. He wrapped his arm around her, and had fallen asleep again against her soft skin. Now he was looking at the black g-string with pearls, lying beside him on the bed. Katie reappeared from the hallway with a tray of food. She was wearing his button down shirt, and nothing else. Mitch smiled to himself at the show the waiter must have had, since she only had the bottom two buttons closed to cover herself. "Good morning," she smiled, seeing his open eyes. "Want some breakfast?" Before he could answer, Rapp watched her turn and head for the bathroom. She slid off his shirt and threw it back into the room, and partially closed the door behind her. Mitch was still processing the night before, not sure what to make of the whole experience. He sat up, and took a swig of orange juice from the table. He rubbed his eyes, and headed for the bathroom. Mitch was trying to figure out what to say, and then decided to forget it. He stopped for a much needed pee break, and then leaned his head around the shower curtain. He was overwhelmed with steam, and the very feminine aroma of flowers. "Hey there," she greeted him. Mitch thought she was too cheerful and bright for this time of morning, and didn't respond. He did gaze down at her exquisite body. She was shiny wet, and lathering the wonderfully smelling soap all over her body. He sucked in a deep breath, trying to take in as much of her aura as possible. "Get in." Mitch realized he was just standing there, naked, ogling at her like a pervert. He stepped into the shower with her, and stood still, watching her bathe herself. "Listen...I ...uh...," he hesitated. "Unh-uh. Don't try to talk about it. You might ruin it." Rapp didn't understand what the hell she was talking about. But as she stepped into his arms, he decided to follow her lead. Katie stood on her tip toes, and kissed him on the cheek. She turned him around, so the hot water splashed at the back of his neck. She pressed her firm breasts into him, and pulled him close as the hot water flowed over their bodies. Katie lathered up a washcloth, and began washing over every inch of his body. By the time she reached his groin, he was fully erect. She lingered there for a minute, careful not to miss a spot. "So, are you ready for more?" she teased, stroking the soapy cloth over his cock. "I don't think I was ready for last night...but..uh..yeah." "Bullshit. You were more than ready." Katie replied, as she stepped out of the shower. "Yeah, I guess so," Rapp finished rinsing off, and turned off the water."You seem to know an awful lot about what I need." "Woman's intuition?" "Bullshit," he spoke to her reflection as she wiped a circle in the foggy mirror."It's more than that." Rapp cast his towel to the floor and pressed himself into her backside, pinning her against the bathroom counter. "What, you think you're the only one who can read people?" Katie barely finished her question when she felt his hardness pressing against the damp towel over her ass. She tried to muffle her moan. But she reflexively closed her eyes, as he pressed against her, longing for more. She watched in the mirror as his muscled arms wrapped around her. "I'm just wondering why you think you know what I need." "Forget it," she moaned, turning her head to him, "I thought you were ready for more?" Mitch was starting to get defensive. "Maybe I am...Maybe not." He turned and left the bathroom. Katie followed him out, and feigned indifference, "OK, that's your call." She smiled to herself, as she strolled past him. Mitch stood, still naked and fully hard, and nibbled at the tray of breakfast. He turned to watch her go by, just in time to catch her wet towel in the face. She bent over her bag, pretending to gather some clothes like she was leaving. He stared at her perfect, bare ass. Mitch was oblivious to the fact that she was playing him, and he fell right into her plan. Rapp strode across the room, and in an instant he was upon her. Even though it was exactly what she wanted him to do, Katie was surprised at how quickly and silently he had jumped her. His hand forcefully clutched her ass, and his fingers nearly penetrated her lips. His other arm wrapped around her waist, and as he pulled her back to him she was lifted from the floor. He spun her around and set her down on the floor next to the bed. He quickly grabbed a handful of hair at the back of her head, and as she crumpled to her knees he pulled her head back so she was looking up at him. Rapp hesitated there for a second, briefly thinking about what he was doing. It wasn't in him to hurt a woman, and that certainly wasn't what he wanted to do. But when he saw Katie's devilish grin spread across her face, he instantly knew what he wanted. Without releasing his grip, he pulled her head back a little further. Her grin disappeared as she strained, and her mouth opened as her head was pulled back. Rapp grasped the base of his shaft with his other hand, and pointed it straight out at her. Katie slowly closed her eyes and waited. His hard cock slammed into the back of her mouth with force, and both of them grunted simultaneously. He pulled her head back again slightly, and then rammed her waiting face onto his spear, holding her on him and pressing hard. She whimpered as he pressed his cock into her throat, and it took a few thrusts before she could align herself with his length. Finally she opened her throat and relaxed it around him. He pulled her head back again, and she gasped for air before he slammed his cock back in. She quickly adapted this time, and just as he started to forcibly bob her head back and forth, he felt her lips close around his shaft. The feeling of her warm mouth on him slowed him down, and feeling her hands on his ass brought him to a stop. She was grabbing both his asscheeks with her hands, and pulling him into her. Rapp released her hair, and relaxed as Katie took over. She held her head in place, his cock still deep in her throat, and pressed his abdomen into her face. He felt her breath rush over his pubic hair, as she panted for breath through her nose. Not sure what to do with his hands, Mitch reached down for her back, and massaged her until she responded. Katie continued to fuck him with her face, but got herself to her feet. She was bent over at the waist, and Mitch reached out to cup her ass. He pulled her into him, driving his cock into her throat again, and then quickly let go. Suddenly her pushed her off, and spun her around as she stood up. Mitch closed the space between them, until his cock pressed into the crease at the top of her ass. His snaked his hand along her belly, and firmly grabbed each of her firm tits in his hands. She pressed her ass back into him, begging. Mitch stepped back, pulled at her hip with one hand, and pushed her over with his other hand on her shoulder. Katie slid her feet apart, enough to make it easy. Her legs were locked straight, and she reached down to brace herself against the bed. The force of his stiff cock slamming into her pushed her forward onto the bed. She collapsed onto the bed, her waist bent over the edge, and she split her straight legs completely apart. He reared back momentarily, sizing up his target, and then Mitch seized control of her body again. With her legs split wide, her tight ass was flexed into two perfect round shapes. He reached his hand down, his thumb along the crease of her ass, fingers pointed towards her back, and pushed her ass forward. Katie's back arched as her pussy opened to his view. He pressed her upper body into the bed and, retaining his grip on her ass, drove his cock deep inside her again. "Ungh!" the violent penetration knocked a loud scream from her as his cockhead plowed her insides. He began ramming her pussy harder and harder, and her screams mixed with moans. Katie was immediately awash in orgasm as his powerful fucking took over her body. Mitch didn't hold back, and as each stroke of his hard shaft perpetuated her cascading orgasm, her body buckled under the pounding. She was gushing uncontrollably, and screaming her pleasure. As he slowed his thrusts, he could feel her pussy convulsing around him. "Oh God!...Oh God!...Oh God!" she screamed, "yes!" Mitch felt the stream of fluid pouring out of her and running down his balls. Each time they swung into her, they became more soaked with her cum. He pulled out, and pushed her forward further onto the bed. Katie splayed her legs apart flat again, with her lower legs bent behind her, and her chest and face on the bed. She arched her back, and pointed her ass to the ceiling, in that most vulnerable position. She was accepting of her role as his fuck toy, and her position begged him to abuse her further. He lowered his face to her, and plunged his tongue into her soaking hole, drinking her in. He worked his tongue deep inside her and then down to tease at her clit. He brought his hand up and slid his fingers easily into her, and licked around her opening. His tongue traced up along the soft skin between her holes. And when the tip of his tongue tickled her tight anus, Katie sucked in a deep breath. "Oh...yeah." She moaned. "Oh please." Mitch circled his tongue around her asshole and worked her pussy with his fingers. He slid his hand up, smearing her juices along, and slowly pushed half a finger in her ass. Her sphincter tightened around it briefly, and then relaxed to the intrusion. He slowly started working it deeper. Mitch stood up, keeping his finger in her ass, relaxing her hole. He slowly pushed his cock into her pussy again. Katie groaned, begging him, "Do it...fuck my ass." Mitch complied, and pulled his cock out of her sopping pussy, and pressed its bulbous head against her anus. Katie reached behind her and took a solid hold around his shaft. He grabbed her hips and pulled. His rock hard cock slid inside against the pressure of her sphincter, and Katie yelled out as his head popped through her tight hole. "Unnnnghh! Fuck!" she was panting, after holding her breath through the penetration. Mitch waited briefly until her ass unclenched its tight grip on his cock, and then immediately pushed forward again. His well lubed girth slid further inside her until he pressed against her hand. Katie felt his thickness filling her, and looked back over her shoulder. Mitch was concentrating on the heat that enveloped his cock, and fixed his determined gaze on her. He saw her mouth agape and the look in her eyes showed fear and lust at the same time. He looked down at her hand, holding tight and impeding his progress, and grabbed her by the wrist to remove it. "Oooh!" she hollered as he pushed further inside her, "I don't think I can take it!" She started to clutch the sheets to her face, and screamed into the bed as her ass split over his thick cock. As he backed out and started to drive forward again, she quickly reached back and braced her hand against his abs, trying to stop his thrust. Between quick breaths, she whimpered, "I can't!... Oh fuck!" She looked back at him with tears in her eyes, and clawed at his stomach. Mitch grabbed her wrist and pulled her backwards. She felt his cock spearing her bowels, and screamed again. She arched her back, opening herself to him as much as she could. The burning pain of her asshole stretching over the base of his shaft was met with the pleasure she felt as he filled her. "Oh, fuck!...Yes!" she moaned. Mitch held her by her hip bone, and reached forward to grab a fistful of her hair. He pulled her back into him with both hands, and drove his hips forward into her. Katie's back was arched backwards to its limit, and her mouth wide open as he pulled her hair like reigns. He looked down to see the final inch of his cock disappear into her ass, and felt the wonderful sensation of her ass cheeks hitting his groin. He held still there, pulling her back into him, and savoring the tight grip of her ass. Katie wanted to scream, but was held breathless in his hands. She loved the feeling of his thick cock filling her up, and as soon as he started to move again, her body released. Mitch held her tight and continued his slow short strokes deep inside her. Instantly her ass was constricting around him, and she helplessly bucked back into his hips. Her orgasm flowed without further provocation, and Katie's body shuddered through its release. She was thoroughly enjoying her fucking now, and her body relaxed to his control. Mitch felt her trembling body whither beneath him, and released her hair. She collapsed her upper body to the bed as he took hold of her hips. He pumped the full length of his cock into her tight hole, and quickly felt his own orgasm roaring from deep within. His body locked up, and Mitch strained to push into her. As his load erupted into her bowels, Katie struggled to gyrate her ass over him, and her exhausted body continued to desperately milk his cock.