2 comments/ 18115 views/ 0 favorites A Dangerous Game By: Beejayne Art and Jane were staying in London for two weeks having arrived nearly a week ago from their home in California. They'd been out to lunch with Mavis, an English friend they'd know from home, and it was time to start moving on. They'd talked for about an hour after eating, and the staff at the restaurant wanted to clean up and have a break before dinner. The idea was that Mavis would spend the night with Jane, while Art went to visit his niece and her husband in Finchley. Art wanted to take a cab, but Jane, always thrifty, proposed taking the bus back to the flat they were renting. Art would hop off and catch the bus to Finchley, the 134, at Fortess Ave. They'd had a lot to drink over lunch, so they meandered up Regent Street to Oxford Circus where they caught the C2 bus. At Camden Town a crowd got on and several people were standing, then at Fortess Road Art got up, kissed Jane goodbye and hopped off. A big light skinned black man with a pack sat down beside Jane. "Was that your husband?" He asked her. "Yes." "He shouldn't leave you alone like that, specially since you have such nice legs." He smiled at her. "I'm quite safe, my friend is sitting behind us." She laughed. He was quiet for a few minutes, then, "You American?" "Yes, how did you know?" "You talk funny. Just like girls in the pictures." "Where are you from?" She asked him. "You don't sound English." "I'm from Dominica, in the Caribbean. You know where that is?" Jane told him that she and Art had been to Dominica five or six years ago. They talked about the island and how nice and undeveloped it was. He asked if she'd been to one of the nude beaches. She admitted she had. "I didn't see you there." He told her with a smile. "How would you know?" "I think I'd recognize you." He said and she laughed. They chatted some more about the Caribbean until Mavis said. "I think this is our stop coming up." Her new friend let Jane out to get off, still talking to her, and he and another man got off too. When Jane looked at the other man curiously, he said, "That's my cuz, we go everywhere together, Don't we cuz?" The other man mumbled something about where they were going but tagged along behind Mavis, also lugging a pack. Jane asked if they lived nearby, and was told no. "But aren't you going to ask us up for a cup of tea?" He asked. "It's rather late for tea, isn't it?" Mavis said. They were at the door, and Jane put her key in the lock, and feeling adventurous said, "Oh come on up, maybe we can find something more exciting that tea." She was still feeling the effect of the wine, and was enjoying this man's attention. Mavis was having serious doubts, though, but chose not to make a fuss. The other fellow followed them in and up the stairs. He was older than his friend, with hair graying at the edges, shorter too, and lean. He didn't have much to say, but when he spoke he sounded well educated. Jane led the way up the stairs, her long sexy legs showing under her short skirt. She was in her mid-forties, not beautiful, but with her auburn hair men found her very attractive. She heard the man behind her remark, "Darlin' you have beautiful legs. Maybe I did see you at that nude beach." When they stopped at the top landing she felt his hand just above and inside her knee. "Behave yourself!" she ordered him with a laugh. "Or I'll have to throw you out." But she felt her heart beat a little faster. She soon learned he was called Toby, and she guessed he was a couple of years younger than her. He was tall, perhaps six foot six, and well built, muscular, and a little on the heavy side but, Jane thought, he was good-looking. She found a bottle of white wine, but only two wine glasses, so she and Cuz drank out of water glasses. Mavis was still very dubious of this whole arrangement, but the wine gave her some false comfort. Mavis was a proper English woman, a well educated scholar who had just written a historical novel. She was short, a little bit chubby, but quite attractive with her blond hair and blue eyes. She and her husband had been separated for years, originally because of their work, and because he enjoyed other women, then because it became easy. She actually found these two men very interesting, and was trying to put them into the context of a new book that was going through her head. Cuz said they should get going because they hadn't had anything to eat, so Jane immediately volunteered to order a pizza, and got on the phone. She wondered if she'd done the right thing, but she was enjoying Toby's company, and while she enjoyed Mavis's company, she really preferred talking to a man. There was a sofa that made into a bed by the window, and that's where Mavis and Cuz were sitting, while Jane sat in a low arm chair that swiveled. It was so low in fact that her skirt rode up, much to Toby's delight, because he could see a lot of her thigh. The pizza arrived and they continued chatting and laughing until Toby, his stomach full, brought out a small package and asked the women if they minded if he smoked marijuana, and, indeed, if they would like to join him and Cuz in a joint. Mavis started to protest; it was illegal; she didn't smoke and so on. But Jane said, "Oh come on Mavis, give it a try, don't be a spoilsport." So when the joint was passed around Mavis took a drag, and after a coughing fit, said she was already feeling light headed. "Do you mind if we use your shower?" Toby asked. "There isn't one where we're staying." Jane asked him, "Where are you staying?" "Well, actually we're sleeping out on the heath." Meaning Hampstead Heath. "No! Not really!" Jane blurted out. Then, "Please do, do use the shower. I'll go down and get you a clean towel from the linen closet. You too Cuz?" So the two men took showers, first Cuz, who came out wearing his jeans, then Toby. Toby came back wearing just a T-shirt. Jane saw him first, but chose not to say anything. "You can't imagine how good that feels." He said to Jane"You should have come in with me." "I think you mean I shouldn't have." As she went back to her chair. She couldn't take her eyes off his huge penis with the head showing from under his T-shirt. Toby smiled at her as he lit another joint, sucked it in, then passed it to her. She took a drag and passed it to Mavis, and as she did she was surprised to see that Cuz had his hand on Mavis's knee. After Cuz took a drag he leaned over and kissed Mavis, she was taken aback at first, then responded. Then pushed his hand away and moved away from him on the couch. Things were starting to get hazy, and Jane suddenly found Toby kneeling beside her chair, and as she turned toward him he kissed her. They French kissed long and hard, tongues meeting, entwining as his hand found her breast and caressed it through her blouse. Soon Jane's breast was free and Toby was kissing it, kissing and sucking, and she started to feel the heat between her legs. He swung the chair around so that she was facing Cuz and Mavis, and hold her breast in his hand, said "Isn't that a nice titty?" Cuz got up and walked over to them and said, "That's a beautiful tit." And he leaned over and kissed her nipple, while Mavis looked embarrassed. Jane felt Toby fumbling under her skirt, finding her moist spot, then trying to feel past her panties for her vagina. Then she heard him whisper something in her ear. 'What?" She asked. "TAKE OFF YOUR FUCKIN' KNICKERS." He repeated aloud. "Oh..oh yes, of course." As she stood up, pulled up her skirt, pulled her panties down and off, and they all got a glimpse of her pubic triangle. She dropped her panties on the floor and sat down again. Toby's hand went under her skirt again and she felt his rough hand move to the soft part of her thigh, over the top of her thigh high stockings. When she felt Toby's fingers exploring her vagina her heart started to pound and she sighed deeply. He pulled back and looked at her as she sat legs open and skirt up around her waist. When he spun the chair around again so that it was facing Cuz and Mavis, she tried to close her legs and cover herself, but he pushed her leg back over the arm of the chair. "No, please." Jane begged him. "Me and Cuz share everything. Ain't that the prettiest little thing, Cuz? Here, touch it." Mavis watched fascinated as Cuz went over and touched Jane's moist labia. At his touch Jane gave an involuntary gasp when his finger entered her. "Smells sweet too," He said as he sniffed his finger and went back to sit beside Mavis. Mavis was appalled, she was sure Jane could have stopped Toby, or at least tried to, but she seemed to be enjoying what he was doing. And the man she was sitting beside was absolutely disgusting, she wanted to escape, to run out the door, but in her fascination with the whole situation just sat there. Toby got up, his penis very obviously erect, took Jane's hand and led her to the door of what was apparently the bedroom and they went in. Once inside he pushed her roughly back on the bed where she lay with her legs apart. Toby pushed her skirt back and for a moment looked at the pink slit between her legs, then fell on top of her and shoved his penis roughly into her. "OH GOD!" She gasped as she felt him penetrate and spread her open. He started to fuck her hard and deep as she gasped with each thrust: "Uh..uh..uh..uh...." She went in rhythm with his strokes as she lay with her legs wide open. Jane had never felt anything like this. The heat spread from between her legs through her whole body. In the living room Cuz and Mavis could hear the pounding. "They're really going at it." Cuz chuckled. Mavis, sober faced said. "The whole thing is disgusting. I'd leave, but you two would probably both rape Jane." "That's not rape, my girl, that's love!" Cuz laughed. "You know, Toby hasn't had a woman in six years," He went on, "so he's giving Jane everything that's been building up inside him." "Where's he been that there weren't any women?" Mavis asked him. "We both just got out of prison." "In prison, really? No wonder. And you, you were in jail too?" Mavis was starting to find this fascinating. Lots of material for a book here. Cuz went on to explain that he'd been fiddling the books for a big West End operator. When the police started to investigate the boss had turned on him and had only got a year, while he'd been inside for three years. "And Toby, what had Toby done?" "You really want to know?" Cuz asked. "Of course, why not?" "Murder. He caught his wife in bed with his business partner and lost his temper. He probably would have just walked out if they hadn't laughed at him. He walked into the kitchen and got a knife and did 'em both. Then dialed 999." Cuz leaned over and kissed Mavis. The whole thing had her in an emotional turmoil. That was a murderer in there fucking Jane, yet being with a man just out of prison excited her. He kissed her again, but when he put his hand on her breast she pushed it away. "No, I'm sorry." She said. "What's the matter, do I frighten you?" "No, it's just that I don't want that. Not now." They were silent for a moment and could hear the rhythmic pounding from the bedroom. He smiled, "I guess Toby's luckier than me." "Yes, I noticed that." Mavis said. "I'm afraid Jane's a bit of a slut." "Toby has a way with women. He can tell if they're ready." They talked some more, Cuz telling Mavis about prison life. The transactions that took place, even though money was forbidden to the convicts; the regimentation; the games they played to frustrate the prison staff; the sex games. "You mean to say that you had sex with the younger prisoners?" "Of course. And they enjoyed it when they got used to it. They could make money and had guys who protected them." "That's shocking." Mavis said. In the bedroom there was a pause while Jane took her skirt off and would have taken everything off but Toby was too anxious and soon she was back on her back and he started to pound her vagina with his huge penis. On and on it went, bang..bang..bang..........Jane grunting like an animal with each thrust. Suddenly the phone beside the bed rang and at first she was going to ignore it. She didn't want to interrupt her pleasure, but then she realized that it might be Art and he might think something was wrong and come dashing over. She lifted the receiver. "Hello?" her voice quavering in spite of herself. It was Art. "Are you okay?" He asked. "You sounded funny." "I'm okay. Why did you call?" "Just to make sure you got back to the flat, and to see if you're okay." Toby had been still up to that point, but then he pulled in and out of her quickly. "Uh..ooh." She gasped. "Uh..I'm fine." She was on the verge of an orgasm and wanted to get this over. "You do sound different, my love. You're sure there's nothing wrong?" "Well, actually, Mavis and I were fooling around. I didn't want to tell you, but...." "Really?" Toby couldn't hold back. He started to fuck her again. "Yes,yes. Oh fuck yes." She felt the heat spread through her vagina and throughout her body. "Aaaaaah.....Oh shit that's good. " She was almost in tears the orgasm was so fine. "Fuck -- fuck -- I, I'm...oh so good." Art couldn't believe it. He was getting hard listening to her with "Mavis". "Hey, I'd better let you two enjoy yourselves. Bye." And he hung up. Jane was still enjoying the warmth of her feeling when Toby started to move faster. She felt him quickly his pace and his hot sperm splattered inside her. He lay on top of her and she wrapped her legs around him, loving the warm that filled her. They continued to kiss as his penis started to become flaccid. They lay locked together until she realized that he'd fallen asleep. She tried to rouse him, but he lay like a dead weight on top of her. Jane gave up trying to push Toby off her, so she called: "Help!" There was no response, so she called again. "Help me please!" In the living room they'd turned the television on to drown out the noise, but Mavis heard Jane call, and together she and Cuz went into the bedroom. "Will you get this dead man off me?" Jane asked them. For a moment Mavis was taken aback at 'dead man' but realized what the problem was. She was surprised that Jane still had her stockings on and her bra was hanging open. They told Jane to lay her leg down flat, then rolled Toby over it. He didn't wake up, but grunted as he rolled over on his back, his now limp penis still dripping. Jane lay on her back, her exposed vagina open and leaking Toby's sperm. Mavis stood looking at it in fascination. She'd never seen another woman's slit before, and this was open and red with the white juice oozing from it. Jane noticed her staring and closed her legs and rolled over on her side. "I'll sleep here tonight" she told them and pulled the covers up to over both her and Toby. Cuz had also seen Jane's open vagina, and his penis was hard as a rock as he and Mavis went back to the living room. He grabbed her and kissed her. The sight had affected Mavis too, and even though she tried to resist him, she quickly gave in Soon Cuz had her panties off and had her lying with her legs apart on the couch. He was fingering her vagina as they kissed. "Do you have a condom?" Mavis asked him. "I'm not on the pill." "No, I don't." He replied. "Go see if Jane has one." She went into the bedroom where Jane was snuggled up against Toby, and Jane showed her where she had a package beside the bed. "You come prepared, don't you?" Mavis smiled. "You're damned right, you never know when you're going to run into a good thing." But Mavis noticed she hadn't used one with Toby. Mavis hadn't had any sex in nearly a year, and it was evident. "Oh, oh. That's good." She cried out and Cuz's penis sank into her moist, ready vagina. "Oh yes......yes...........aaaah." Soon he was banging her hard and she was enjoying it. She had one orgasm almost immediately, then another. But Cuz hadn't had a woman for several years and it was over quickly. They undressed down to their underwear, then found some blankets and made a satisfactory bed. Soon they were all asleep. But Jane slept fitfully, until early in the morning she was awakened by Toby's loud snoring as he lay on his back. She'd heard that if you caressed a man's penis he's stop snoring, so she reached out and held his penis in her hand. He didn't stop snoring at once, but she could feel his penis swelling in her hand. She remembered the wonderful feeling it had given her the night before, and started to stroke it lightly. It really came to life, and the snoring stopped. Toby rolled over to her and she spread her legs in anticipation. He lifted his body on top of her and she gave a moaning sigh as he again penetrated her vagina. Then slowly he started to move up and down on top of her, and the warmth spread from between her legs until it suffused her whole body. Jane's clitoris was tingling and her body jerked spasmodically, her back arching and thrusting her crotch against his body. "Oh god, oh God........please,please..harder, harder." As she reached a second, huge climax Toby felt her muscles tighten around his penis. Man she was good. He was really pounding her now, and she was reacting with grunts and muttered obscenities. "Fuck me.......oh,oh....fuck my cunt. I want it. Yes..yes, your cock......your big cock." And. "Come in me. Fill me,...fill my hole.." He couldn't hold off any longer, but did what she wanted. He shot a massive load into her as she spread her legs wide to accept all that he was giving her, and she felt the warm liquid splatter inside her. They lay locked together for a long time while he kissed and kissed her. "Sweetheart, you're a good fuck." He whispered in her ear. "I know it." She replied. "I've had a lot of practice. You're not so bad yourself." They kissed again, then lay down and went back to sleep. Jane woke with a start. It was getting late, nearly eight o'clock and she should get these two men out of here before anyone saw them. But first she had to feed them. She jumped out of bed and slipped a tee-shirt on, that would do, it was a little late to worry about modesty. Toby was still asleep when she went into the living room to be confronted with Cuz lying on top of Mavis fucking her. Cuz had woken about half an hour before and feeling this half-naked woman beside him had started to caress her. She'd stirred, rolled over on her back and opened her legs, but was still half asleep. When he'd started to kiss and suck on her breast she'd responded and he'd rolled over on top of her and slipped his penis into her moist vagina. Mavis groaned with pleasure and spread her legs wider but it took her a moment to realize that he wasn't wearing a condom. "Oh God, please stop and put something on." She begged him, but he just kept plugging away at her. For Mavis, while she knew what could happen, and could have stopped him, the pleasure was so intense she didn't want to. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Jane go into the kitchen, then felt Cuz's pace quicken and felt him ejaculating into her vagina. She felt wonderful warmth spread through her body even as she felt the dread of him making her pregnant. Jane went past them into the bedroom and was pleased to see them fucking again. She closed the bedroom door to find Toby standing in front of her. She smiled and said "He's fucking her again." "We better do it again, too" Toby said. "No, there's no time." Jane said, but after more kissing and fondling agreed to give him a blowjob. She sat down on the bed as he stood in front of her, and she took his half erect penis in her mouth. A Dangerous Game She looked into his eyes, losing herself in the deep chocolate. She knew it was a dangerous game she was playing but she had thrown caution to the wind for her night of lust. He had been following her for a while. She had felt his presence near for the last 3 weeks slowly getting closer to her until this night of nights when he finally got his prey. She let herself fall into his strong arms, noticing how unhumanly strong they were and her mind started reminding her just how dangerous this was but again her lust over took the common sense. He held her in one arm whilst unbuttoning her coat with his free hand. She could feel him holding back, trying to be gentle with her. The smell of his cologne was doing things to her that she had never experienced before. Usually it was her scent that was alluring but this was just something else. She felt herself being lowered to the daybed, slowly almost meaningful. Suddenly all the gentleness was gone and the passion took over. She clawed at his hair as he buried his face into her neck, she was already on the edge and she was still fully clothed, what was this beast doing to her. Her blouse gave way with a tear of silk and he pawed at her breasts. He brought his mouth to hers like he was trying to suck the very life from her lungs. She had never tasted passion and fire like this. He broke the kiss and moved down her neck savouring every mouthful as he went. Once he got to her heaving gleaming bosom he removed the binding that kept him away from his prize and lowered his mouth to her nipple. Moving skilfully yet ferociously he brought her to the edge time and again, moving from one side to the other until he knew she could take no more. He stopped and let her look him deep in the eye until she realised she was now naked, she hadn't even felt him remove her skirt and undergarments. She could see he was as excited as she was and noticed that he had loosened his trousers just enough to be able to free himself so she could see the excitement as he throbbed for wanting her. He eased himself in between her thighs and ran his fingers up her legs, covering her in goose pimples. Pushing her back on the bed he put a pillow under her rear, as if to heighten her body for his admiration, suddenly she became almost coy when she realised what he was proposing to do. This was something no man had ever done for her and she was brought up to believe men were the ones to please and women were not to enjoy it but this was for her only. She felt his hot breath on her rose, then his tongue moving aside the petals to get to her bud. Her breath almost stopped when he found what he sought , never had she felt so alive as she did now. This man, this beast that was ravaging her was obviously experienced in doing this as she felt heaven and earth were going to collide any second and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She was enjoying this far too much. Suddenly a warmth grew over her, her legs trembled an her head filled with light as he brought he for the first time. As he looked up at her, she could see his gleaming face, dripping with a liquid she could only assume she had produced. He lent up and kissed her and she could taste the sweet, honey that her rose had produced. With her tasting her own honey he could take it no more and lowered his body onto her. She felt him sheath himself in her, slowly at first to make room, but then harder, almost as if he was trying to get his whole body inside her, she felt the warmth coming again and wrapped herself around him. Burying her face into his neck. She heard him making the guttural noises of a man in pleasure. She could almost feel his release. Now is the time she thought. She found his pulse and bit down, swallowing the juices that flowed as he had earlier. She felt him fight against her but still held on. She could feel the light slipping out of him as it filled her up. Replacing her clothes as she stepped over his body, lying wasted on the floor, she saw his wallet. This would be her trophy to take back to the sisters. Along with the vial she had filled of his blood. Finally they could rejoice. Van Helsing was dead! A Dangerous Game Shirley was dead, and he was starting to stink. He must have been there several hours when she found him. Shirlow Ty Baker was a six foot five, two hundred and sixty pound linebacker, or at least he had been. He had also been wanted in no less than four states for murder, armed robbery, drug charges and various petty offenses just to fill out the long resume of a criminal's career. Today, a sweltering hot Louisiana Sunday when most people were in church, 'Shirley' was face down on a patch of azaleas that had been neatly cultivated in Mrs. Francine Hupper's Shreveport lawn. Across the street, at the oakx shaded park on Loony Street (fitting name, she decided) white canvas tents were being set up for a wedding, or maybe a funeral, since the cemetery was right next to it. Once guests began arriving over there, someone would likely find ole Shirley, or worse yet, notice her poking around in the area. She was after all, hard not to notice. Bijou St. Claire called herself Bee because in her circles the name Bijou St. Claire would have gotten the crap beat out of you on a playground, and as a 27 year old adult, the result was not much more friendly. She was Creole, quadroon if you fancied the 19th century vernacular, with skin pale enough to "pass" and hair curly enough to never. Her eyes were the piercing green of her father, and her lips the full, sensual cupid's bow of her mother. She was short. All the women in her family were what her mother called runts, but no one had ever complained. She was five foot and a squeaking one inch tall, and though her frame matched her name, she was no waif. Creole cooking and a spice for life had made it's way deliciously to her breasts and hips, and it was only by the grace of sit ups and lucky genetics that her waist remained small and trim, giving her the classic hourglass figure. She might have looked more in place wearing a cocktail dress at some debs ball with white gloves, but instead she was here, in the leafy lawns of Shreveport, in jeans, boots and a leather lace up top that made her feel like a werewolf hunter from a trashy novel. She did not own a cocktail dress. Bee had been tracking Shirley for two months, which was twice as long as it usually took to track someone down. The trick to this one was that the client did not really want Shirley found. Shirley had run off with some boss's daughter and taken with him a load of cash from daddy's safe. A typical enough story. It only got complicated because Daddy had employed Shirley as a do-bad man long before the daughter was involved. Shirley had done hits for Daddy at $20,000 a pop, which was twice what Bee made on the rare occasions when she took on a job like that. She did not fancy herself any kind of hit-man... woman, but she had played the role of assassin exactly twice before, both sticky situations where there was not much choice involved. But that was another story. The fact was, Bossman had hired Bee to track down Shirley and 'keep an eye on him.' The daughter had split two weeks ago, gone back to her cushy life as Bossman's Daughter with all thoughts of a Bonnie & Clyde lifestyle abandoned. With Daughter out of harm's way, the private eye job had been upgraded to a hit. Bee took no pleasure in such tasks, but she was in more than a little bit of a bind. Her father, to put it mildly, had a gambling problem. He had run up a $60,000 IOU on the steamboat gambling halls which were owned by Gino Fatelli, or "Fats" as many called him, never to his face. Fats may have had a name that sounded like an Italian mobster, but in fact, he was a 300 pound blues man that played at the Pink Oyster Bar on Bourbon Street in New Orleans. He owned that joint too. Bee had always wanted to ask him why the hell he named his blues joint a name that sounded like a lesbian bar, but she had enough problems without letting loose her big mouth. Fats wanted payment. He wanted payment fast. He had made it clear that if the cash did not arrive soon, her father would pay the bill with blood. Fats was no fool. He knew Reggie St. Claire was not good for it. He also knew Bee's skills. He knew her skills were worth more than a gambling debt. He had come to her and made a deal; if she did a few jobs for him, he would scratch Reggie's debt off his little black book. Meanwhile, Reggie better not even consider leaving New Orleans. Fats had eyes everywhere. So, Bee had taken jobs she would never consider otherwise. Gambling habit aside, her father was a good man, a simple man, and he had strived to be a good father to her, even in the worst of times. When her mother had split when Bee was ten, Reggie had raised her and her little brother Lucas all on his own. No easy task for a man who only made it through the fourth grade. Now, creeping around this shotgun cottage at sunrise, she had been too late. Someone had beat her to Shirley. She didn't know who, and really, didn't care. She could make a guess that one of the many people Shirley had screwed over had found him and shot him in the head, but she wasn't sticking around to make a case for it. Shirley was dead. She would go back to New Orleans and tell Fats she had done the job. This would be the last one. Her father would be off the hook, at least for now. She sighed a breath of relief, switching the safety back on her .38 special and checking her steps in the flower bed. Down the street, she had parked her motorcycle inconspicuously near the cemetery's back gate. Pulling her black helmet down over her mass of dark curls, she revved the engine and made her way toward New Orleans. It was raining hell-bent when she rode into the city. The designated meeting place was a top floor room of the Pontchartrain Hotel. Fats may have been a greedy assed gangster, but the man had style. He had been wanting to get up Bee's proverbial skirt since day one, and had flattered her with champagne, expensive gifts and what he called his "priority personal attention" though none of these things would ever work on Bee. The man was holding her father hostage. She parked her bike and checked into the hotel under the alias "Dorothy Nine." Fats had told her she reminded him of the starlet Dorothy Dandridge, and had said that Bee was a 'nine' because if she were a ten she would be out of his league. Fats had reserved the room himself. She dropped her backpack on the four poster bed and checked her face in the antique mirror. The rain had washed what little make up she wore and now her trace of black eyeliner was smeared down her freckle speckled cheek like one of those goth kids she had seen in the downtown clubs. Her hair was damp. She fluffed it up with her fingertips and slicked on some lipstick. She would have cleaned off the smeared eyeliner, but she heard the lock open on the door. That would be Fats. She was surprised when it wasn't. With one long legged stride, Alex Deveroux was standing entirely too close for comfort in the room... her room. Deveroux was a right hand man of Gino's, a rather unlikely one. For one, he was white. And white collar to boot. Even more unlikely, he was English. Tall, ashen hair, with startling blue eyes and a sexy crooked grin, Alex had picked up a charmer accent from a childhood and college years in Britain. The fact that he was pure bred Cajun had been long buried, but Bee knew it because Fats liked to brag to her about the unusual henchman he had acquired. Fats had tried his best to 'acquire' Bee as well, wanting her on the regular payroll, particularly to partner with Deveroux, who Fats called "Dee" as a joke. Dee and Bee. They would be the dream team, Fats had said. Deveroux and Bee went way back. She had met him when she was nineteen, and he had seduced her with his charm, a kind of wickedly sexy sleaze that should not have been sexy, but made her panties wet every time she thought about him. He was older than her, by fourteen years, and he called her 'SugarBee' in that odd British-New Orleans accent he had. No one else on Earth had that same accent. Later, when he had gone to work as Gino's right hand, she had stayed away, but he had left his mark on her. "What are you doing here?" She asked, startled instantly by almost supernaturally blue eyes. "You know why I'm here, Bee." He grinned, slouching against the door frame with his hands in his pockets. "Oh, I see. You my babysitter now?" "You look a mess, SugarBee. Rough night out?" "Try not to be a dick hole, if ya please." "Fine then. Down to business. Yes, I am your babysitter, if that's what you want to call it. Did you finish the job?" "Shirley's dead. It's all done." She was not exactly lying, she told herself. "Fats will be pleased. So will the client." The Client was the rich man who had gone to Fats to employ the hit. He was probably sipping brandy in some gentleman's cigar room. His daughter was probably telling her friends how she lived a few weeks of the wild life with a wanted man. It would make her popular. Shirley was probably still rotting in the azaleas, and by now the wedding party had probably discovered him there and called the police. She told Deveroux as much. "Good. The deal is done then, but of course, you'll need to stick with me until there's proof." "With you? I was expecting Fats." "Fats is a busy man. He sent me instead. But you don't mind, do you? I mean, you and me, this beautiful room... I'll order in some wine." "Shut it down, Alex. I'm not that easy. I know the game, fine. The hit will be on the news soon enough." "Switch on the telly then." He said. She liked the way he said television. 'Telly.' It would be cute if he didn't look like he might actually devour her in the next couple of minutes. He had that way of looking at her, like he was mentally pouring barbecue sauce on her and licking his lips. She wanted to be able to honestly say she found this repulsive, but the truth was, it was making her nipples hard and she was pleased that she had worn the leather top which concealed this fact. She tried to stop staring at his long, elegant body standing there, locking the door behind him. She switched on the television and found the local news station. There was a chance the news would mention the murder today on the eleven o'clock, but there was also a chance they would pick it up tomorrow, which meant that she would have to spend the night, in this room, with Deveroux. The thought unnerved her, and much to her shame, sent a flush of heat between her thighs. She flopped down in one of the oversize reproduction wingback chairs, and crossed her legs, trying to look cool and at ease. He smiled at this, as if he knew she was full of shit, and he probably did. She pulled the little table closer to her chair and fumbled through her backpack to find the deck of cards she always carried with her. Laying the cards out on the table she started up a quiet game of solitaire, pretending (or trying to) that he was not in the room. This seemed to amuse the cocky bastard greatly, and he chuckled, pulling up a chair himself. "C'mon, luv, don't be that way. How 'bout we play a hand of gin. It'll keep you amused." Annoyed, she reluctantly agreed. Engaging him might be better than trying to hide her interest. He shuffled the cards expertly, showing off a little and feeling her heart flutter at the wicked glimmer in his eye. She dealt the cards face down and before he picked them up, he glared at her with that grin, "How 'bout we make it interesting, luv. Whoever loses a hand, takes their kit off." What a piece of work. The man was suggesting the loser get naked. "The whole thing? That's too rich for me." She replied, suddenly realizing she was not really objecting. "Alright then. One piece per hand lost. By point count." For reasons she could not explain if she tried, she nodded and made a flourish of picking up her cards and glancing at them, then smiling. "Strip gin. That's a new one." She smiled. As it turned out, she won the first hand, by a long shot. He flashed that devilish grin again and stood up to shrug out of his button up shirt, tossing it onto the floor. She pretended not to care, but when he was not looking, she stole a glance at the body she remembered from years ago. The years had not taken away any of his beauty. He was lean and fit, sinewy muscle and raw sexuality right at the surface. She saw the scar he had even back then, some cut from a bar brawl he had mixed up in right across one rib. She mentally scowled at the sudden urge to lick him right there and taste it. The second hand, he won. She bit her lip and unlaced her boots, shucking them off and kicking them aside. "What a shame." He said, eyes roaming over her body. "I was hoping to see you naked, with just those boots on, SugarBee." "Play your damn cards and hush up." She said, hoping he could not see the evidence of the reaction her body was having to him. Her pussy was wet, and if she didn't cross her legs, he could probably see it on her jeans. Much to her dismay, he won the next hand as well. She stood up and unlaced her top, trying to be casual about it, and laid it over the back of the chair. She wanted it close by. He watched her do this, not making any effort to not stare. He was drinking her in. She felt goosebumps raise on her skin and her nipples were as hard as pebbles now. Didn't know why she was playing along with this game. She felt as if someone had taken over her body and she was just floating there. Another hand, and dammit if that bastard didn't win again. She stood up and glared at him, trying to ignore the wicked grin. He actually licked his lips as he watched her unbutton her jeans and peel them down, leaving her in just her panties. Two hands left. She won the next one, making it so far, a tie. She smiled, feeling a little triumphant. "Go on now," she said. "Kit off." She imitated his accent and he gave her a grin. He stood up and kicked his shoes off. She tried to hide her disappointment. She had forgotten about his shoes. She was hoping to have his pants off. She went still then, suddenly realizing, "What about the winner in the end? What does the overall winner get?" She asked, regretting it the instant the words escaped her mouth. "The loser gets to climb between those pretty legs of yours and lick you till you come." "Oh, you think I will win then? That bodes well for me." "I'll let you win." "Then what does the winner get?" "Same thing." Her face flushed pink and she felt her legs tremble. She was past the point of caring if he noticed. Of course he noticed. "Last hand." She announced. It seemed to draw on forever, building the hand and laying down the cards. "Gin." She said, barely above a whisper. She had won. He did not give her time to think. He stood up swiftly and in one smooth sweep, he pulled her up into a kiss. It was rough and delicious, the way she remembered. His mouth tasted of whiskey and honey. The three days of stubble that never seemed to go away scratched against her cheek, exciting her more. She forgot everything suddenly. He had always had that effect on her. He pushed her back onto the bed and she sat up, looking at him, wanting him more than she cared to admit. He stood up to his full height, more than a foot taller than her, and he gave her a wink, unfastening his pants and sliding them down his long legs. He wore simple pale blue boxers underneath and she could see that he was hard. He discarded them quickly, letting his cock bounce free. It took every bit of restraint she possessed not to take it into her mouth instantly. She remembered that long, heavy cock, it's curve and the way it felt sliding over her lips. He stood still, letting her consider it, and when she leaned in to touch the tip of it with her tongue, he pushed her back, legs up, and roughly slid her panties off her legs. "That's my girl. I love how wet you get. It's beautiful, luv, it really is." She might have died a little inside of embarrassment, not of her arousal or the evidence of it, but at her obvious want of this man, this raw and predatory man whom she always fell for, always submitted to, even though she knew she shouldn't. He scooped up her breasts in his hands and sucked at them. He knew what she liked. There was no soft caress or the hesitant touch of a new lover. No, he knew exactly how she liked it, as if he had mapped out her body from years ago and memorized the plans to draw every gasp and moan from her lips. He pulled and tugged at her nipples, snapping them back and sucking them hard enough to leave little delicious bruises. His fingernails scratched down her sides to her hips, moving to her thighs and then inside, parting her pussy open and finding the hard nub of her clitoris quickly. She jolted and gasped at the sudden shock of pleasure his fingertips created. He laughed then, smug that he could do this to her so easily. She hated him for it. "You won, luv, but you're still gonna beg me for it." He said then, dipping his head to flicker his tongue against her, making her jolt again. "Fuck you." She gasped. He laughed again. "Oh, I will, but now be a good girl and beg for it." "No, you arrogant ass..." "You're beautiful when you're angry, luv." He dropped again, this time sucking her into his mouth. He worked her there, expertly with his mouth and fingers. She rocked her hips up against his mouth, not caring if it annoyed him as it might another lover. Alex was an animal. He fucked like an animal. She was close. She would come in just a second, in just a... He stopped, pulling away and giving her a swat on the thigh. She wanted to slap him, to take him my the hair of the head and push him back down, making him lick her again, force him to finish. But he was torturing her. He sat back and laughed, even his evil asshole laugh was sexy and she hated that he turned her on so much. Well, to hell with him, she would finish herself. She slipped her fingers down between her legs and tried to bring herself off that way, with him shamelessly watching. It didn't work and he knew it. She wanted him. It was past wanting. She needed him. Her fingers stilled and he bent down to look into her eyes, "All you have to do is beg, luv. No one will know but me. Beg me to do it." "I hate you! You arrogant bastard...!" "Of course you do, SugarBee, but all you have to do is beg. Beg me and I'll lick you till you come." She bit her lip, gritted her teeth and submitted. "Please." "No, no, luv. You know how this works. Beg." "Please do it. Please let me come. Please, I'll do anything..." "That's more like it. That's enough, luv. I don't want to completely break you. We'll leave that for later." He licked his lips and vanished between her legs. He sucked at her again, pushing his fingers into her and making her soar like only he could. She came with a keening moan and he did not stop. He kept drawing the orgasm out of her until she lay breathless on the bed, exhausted. Only then did he raise up with that demon grin, his lips wet with her juices. He pulled her up again, standing up and wrapping her legs around him so that he leaned back a little, supporting her on top of him. He bounced her there, impaling her and drawing another breathless moan. She clung to him, arms wrapped around his neck as he thrust into her. He backed her against the wall, then put her down, turning her roughly to bend her over and take her from behind. He made her come again this way, laughing as she moaned and thrashed like a whorehouse nymph, then he finished himself. It was dignified and quiet, which made her hate him more. Alex always had to keep the control. When it was done, she went into the bathroom and locked him out, quickly showering and admonishing herself in the mirror for letting herself screw around with Alex Deveroux. Especially now, when everything hung in the balance. She had no right playing around with him when all hell could break loose any minute. She wrapped a towel around herself and emerged from the bathroom to see that Alex had already gotten dressed and was now indulging in a glass of whiskey from the crystal decanter near the bar. A Dangerous Game "You alright?" He asked. "Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" "Just because I'm an asshole doesn't mean I don't care about you, luv. Your dad's made quite a pickle for you. It can't be easy." "No." She admitted. "It's not." "It's over now." He said softly. "What?" "Gino called while you were in the shower. He got a tip that your mark is in fact, dead. Cops found him about an hour ago in some bushes in an old woman's yard. It seems you nailed him as he was breaking into the old lady's house." She took a deep breath, reminding herself not to blow her cover. She had nothing to do with Shirley's death, but it looked like she had to Gino and that was all that mattered. "So, it's really over?" "Yeah. Gino is taking off your father's debt, with a stern warning of course that it not happen again. Understood?" She nodded. "And you'll make your father understand?" "Of course. It won't happen again." "Then I suppose I can go, since you don't need a sitter anymore. You'll be alright on your own?" He asked, knowing full well she would be. He was stalling. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just want to go home and get my dad and tell him I'm alright." He looked at his watch and stalled another minute, awkwardly. "Hey SugarBee? You be careful out there, alright?" He tilted her face up to meet his and there it was, that soft, gentle side he had. Underneath the swagger, there was concern. "Yeah, I'll be careful. Thanks Alex." He said nothing, just gave her one last kiss and walked out. She gave him time to get out of the hotel and be gone, then she grabbed her backpack, slinging it over her shoulder. It was all over, and she was going home. A Dangerous Game Those were the first words Stephanie heard as she stepped through the door in the early hours of the morning as ripped stockings stepped on the smooth hardwood floor of the foyer, heels held carefully in her hand. Stock still, not making a sound save for the rapid beat of her heart that pounded within her ears, she was afraid to look towards the origin of the voice so raw with anger. Within a passing of minutes that took an eternity, footsteps were heard on the wooden floor, determined, steady, and with purpose. It was then she felt it, the sharp sting and throb of pain alighting upon her cheek, the sound echoing through the quiet house. It took a moment for her to realize what had happened, the pain blinding her, causing her eyes to unfocus, even in the darkness surrounding her and the sliver of moonlight sneaking its way through the door behind her. "Austin..." she finally whispered as her hand moved to her cheek, touching upon the swollen flesh that had already started to bruise. "What's wrong? What did I do?" followed, her voice meek, supplicant. "You know full well what you have done you stupid bitch. You fucking whore! How many have there been Steph?" he yelled, pushing the door shut behind her to close off all light, leaving the heavy tension settling over them in darkness. He didn't wait for her answer, his strong grip twining through her hair as he pulled her forward, against him. He was without clothing, his hardened body giving little as she tried to catch herself with her hands against his chest. Fingertips splayed out over the light dusting of dark hair over his upper body, one she knew from memory all too well. She could feel his breath, laced with the scent of his favored scotch as his free hand fumbled around her clothing, violating under her skirt and touching where her panties were hours earlier, now shoved in her purse. "Just like I thought, wet and used." He growled against her ear as he felt the evidence of her betrayal, causing her to cry out in protest. Still, he didn't listen, not when he was determined on his course of action, dragging her away from the door and down the hall, her feet slipping on the floor as he walked her, pushed her backwards. Wood gave way to tile, then to the plush softness of the bathroom rug before she was pushed against the plastic curtain, deeper within, shoulders pressing against the tile wall at the back of the shower. The clink and snap of the curtain hooks popping off their metal rod as the shower curtain came crashing down sounded in her ears before the rush of water, cold, unwelcoming came raining down upon her as he turned on the spray. "We will just have to make sure you're clean from your whoring around." He grunted, pulling at her blouse to send buttons flying in every direction. She cried out once more, determined to make this stop, fear flying within her. "Austin, Please! Don't do this! I don't know what you're talking about!" she pleaded, even if each word spoken was a lie. She had indeed been in another's bed, sweat slicked and writhing in passion, forced to feel the pleasure of another man's arms over and over, each pinnacle of climax leaving her begging for more. He still ignored her as he ripped away her clothing, the weak attempt of her hands to push him away doing little to deter him. He had her naked as he was, her body bearing the marks of her pleasure, the redness of where hands gripped her hips and breasts, the slight bruising and bite marks around her nipples and upon her thighs. He looked over her, his gaze cold and calculated before he stepped into the shower with her, water spraying over the walls and floor without the curtain to hold it at bay. No further words were said as he pressed himself against her, the hardness of his cock ready and throbbing, gliding in the water's caress along her pussy. One hand curling about her thigh, lifting it as he pressed himself forward, the foreskin dragging back and rubbing against her already swollen walls as he continued his assault upon her. He was slow at first, easing in inch by inch, only to pause and look upon her. Her eyes fell closed as she pushed at his shoulders, though once he was felt within her, stretching her, she gasped, the feeling raw and intense after she was so used. Head rolling back against the tiled wall, dark hair snaking along her bare shoulders as the water drenched her so, sluicing down her taut and toned body. Pert breasts pressed against his chest as her hands stopped pushing, instead, curling around his neck. He pushed forward hard and fast, seating himself to the hilt within her, his body tensing and relaxing as he felt her adjust about his cock. A faint smile started to tug at his lips as he watched her, read her expressions that turned from fear and hatred to that of pleasure and wanton oblivion. He knew she wanted him, wanted this as his free hand pressed against the wall above her, bracing himself as he began to slowly fuck her, bit by bit, each stroke slow, easy, and almost gentle. "Austin... Please" A benediction in his name, or a plea, she still unable to look at him as she tightened around him, hooking her leg about his hip as she held tightly to his form, only to cry out once he began to move within her. His gentleness was short lived as he started to withdraw from her, only to push hard and fast forward, crushing her against the shower tiles as the water cascaded down over their entwined bodies. His movements became ruthless, hardened and rough, bringing his own grunts of pleasure to rise with her sound of passion. He took her swiftly and fiercely, giving no quarter until he felt the familiar tightness of his balls, that first electric lightning of his climax starting to race through his cock. Filled with the heat of his cum, she shuddered, so close to her own, so very close. She began to claw at his shoulders, squirming under him, trying to ride him further to reach her own pleasure. "Austin!" she screamed out, fighting his sudden stillness as he spilled within the depths of her body. "You already got yours my little whore." He finally said with a chuckle, pulling out of her and dragging the head of his now sensitive cock against her thigh. "Tomorrow it's my turn. I met a cute little waitress at the diner tonight, I'll be home late." Frustrated, she just looked at him for a long moment before laughing softly. "This is a dangerous game we play husband of mine. I'm glad you enjoy it." She said before pushing at him once more. "Get me a towel; I need to dry off before bed."