Passion Plays Teaser
by L. Bohmer
Published by Louise Bohmer at Smashwords
On Love Copyright © 2012 KV Taylor (Katey Hawthorne)
Black Silk Stockings Copyright © 2012 L. Bohmer
Red Willow Copyright © 2012 L. Bohmer
Full Bodied Apparition Copyright © 2012 W.D. Lekker
Sweet Nature Copyright © 2012 W.D. Lekker
School of Sex Copyright © 2012 Anita Lawless
Bad Girl © 2012 Anita Lawless
Cover art designed by Rich Ristow:
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Table of Contents
On Love by KV Taylor
Passion Plays Soundtrack
200 Word Teasers
Black Silk Stockings
Red Willow
Tantalizing Tidbits from Friends:
Full Bodied Apparition Excerpt by W.D. Lekker
School of Sex Excerpt by Anita Lawless
Sweet Nature Excerpt by W.D. Lekker
Bad Girl Excerpt by Anita Lawless
On Love
by KV Taylor (Katey Hawthorne)
And by love, of course, I mean the erotic kind. Or do I mean romantic? Or does it even matter, since my language doesn't seem to know the difference?
There is one, however. There's certainly such a thing as a romantic friendship. It was all the rage for the Victorians. Some say it was just a cover for erotic love, but having experienced a pretty wide range of love and friendship in my relatively short life so far, I know it can't be that easily dismissed. It is, however, much more easily explained than erotic love. Or perhaps just more comfortably.
Sex is a mystery, partly due to our lack of understanding, partly due to cultural mores. Though there are always exceptions, for the vast majority of humanity, it's not just our main biological drive, our reason for wanting to be better, stronger, and faster. It's an obsession. Separating the mental and the physical is another thing that's much simpler in theory than it is in practice. It looks good, it feels good, we want it. We have it, we're afraid of losing it, we want more, we want to understand how and why it can be better. We're fascinated by what turns us on, even if the culture from which we come has instilled a kind of reflexive disgust for it in us.
We can't escape it--not in our own heads, and not in the outside world. It's always with us. And that's why it, unlike the other inescapable human truth, death, sells.
But that's no reason to write either, frankly.
Death and sex also both bring out the honesty in a person. The fear of death can scrape away all the crud and conditioning left behind by the world, force a person to admit things they never would've before. It's primal, visceral, and perfectly free. That "Oh my god, I'm going to die" moment. Almost anyone who's had it will tell you the same.
Sex, perhaps perversely, perhaps understandably, seems to do the same on a smaller scale. Biology makes it impossible for us to deny what we like. Oh, we can pretend. We can pretend to the point of convincing ourselves that the thing we're obsessing over, while we're trying to go to sleep at night, is an object of revulsion or sickness, or what the hell ever lies we tell ourselves to satisfy social conditioning. But the truth will win out, and the heart, and the body. They want what they want, as the saying goes. And they usually want it bad.
What a person wants says a lot about them. How they go about getting it says a lot. And what they do with it when they have it says it all. Sure, we can tell lies in bed. For some people, that's what does it for them--pretending to be something else, someone else. That would tell you a lot about a character, wouldn't it? But at the end of the day, when the sex is good, when the spark between partners -- however many -- is there, it's all about honest needs, and those needs being honestly met. Whether he wants to be dominated, she wants to be on top, she wants to involve all kinds of fancy toys, or he wants to watch -- see, you know so much about these characters already, don't you?
And that, to me, is a fabulous reason to write erotic fiction. Shameless, satisfying honesty. The kind people so rarely indulge in outside the bedroom. A glimpse at a character that only their partner(s) usually get to see. Up close, personal, and candid.
Love is a chemical reaction we can't quite shake. What could be more fascinating than exploring it through fiction? I don't know about you, but that's why I do it.
After meeting Louise's characters, it'll be clear she's thinking right along the same lines. Prepare for some deep exploration, my friends.
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Passion Plays Soundtrack
PAIN: Here Is The News (Cynic Paradise: Bonus Track)
Y & T: Temptation (Contagious)
Rammstein: Spieluhr (Mutter)
Y&T: Armed and Dangerous (Contagious)
Gin Wigmore: Hey Ho (Holy Smoke)
Rainbow: Since You Been Gone (Down To Earth)
Garbage: Sleep Together (Garbage)
Children of Bodom: Bed of Nails (Skeletons In The Closet)
Gothminister: Monsters (Empire Of Dark Salvation)
Rammstein: Engel (Sehnsucht)
PAIN: Clouds of Ecstasy (Cynic Paradise: Bonus Track)
Garbage: Paranoid (Garbage)
Tina Turner: We Don't Need Another Hero (Greatest Hits)
Children of Bodom: Oops…I Did It Again (Skeletons In the Closet)
Tina Turner: What's Love Got To Do With It? (Greatest Hits)
Dimmu Borgir: Perfect Strangers (Abrahadabra: Bonus Track)
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200 Word Teasers
Bio-Ink and Blueprint Whores
David is determined to stop Dr. Valentine's black market, clone prostitute racket. However, he should've factored in Mistress Nadine. She's all that stands in his way of putting the cloned whores out of commission. With a newly produced lady of the night, she intends to distract David enough to gain the upper hand. Who will win in this erotic duel for life or death?
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A hot soak had stirred a dehydrated vixen. She now broke free of her silicone cocoon. Long hair stuck to her wet body in a slick, ebony sheet, as she shed her protective shell and rose from the bathtub.
Nadine's free arm encircled his chest. "I designed her with you in mind." Her fingers tugged at his thick, titanium zipper. "I knew you'd return soon."
"You hoped." He tried to freeze against her touch. Nadine's hand slid down his wide pectorals, and then lower, across his stomach.
"Am I forgiven then?" Her metallic tongue slid into his ear as the newborn clone whore drew nearer to them.
The raven-haired beauty pushed her fingertips beneath his protective rubber armor, and the shield-clothing slipped down his corded arms.
"You're forgiven." David swallowed as hard nipples brushed his naked back.
"Our Dahlia needs a shower." Nadine's cool touch coiled around his erection. "Will you help me clean her up? You always liked that." She worked his growing thickness with her expert touch.
David closed his eyes and groaned. "Yes."
He let the made-to-order ladies lead him to a large, open shower area across from the bathroom.
***
Kat's Apprentice
Katrina never realized taking on a tattoo apprentice could have such sexy potential! But when Daniel walks into her shop looking for a job, she finds much more tempting thoughts invading her mind—and work goes out the window.
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"Close your eyes."
She coiled the second section of chain around his other ankle then fastened it. Katrina slid herself up the length of his body, and then cupped his crotch, squeezing and massaging for a moment before she walked behind the chair. Daniel moaned at the loss of her touch.
She snapped the handcuffs around his wrists, restraining his hands at the back of the seat. He gasped as she tightened them. Moving to the front of him once more, she slipped into his lap. Kat could feel his erection pressing against her butt. Turning so she straddled him, she rubbed her groin against the sizeable bump in his faded jeans. Back and forth until Daniel jerked forward in the chair, obviously forgetting he was tied as he tried to move his arms.
He moaned, murmuring thickly, "Can I at least open my eyes now?"
She took her shirt off. "Go ahead."
His eyelashes fluttered as he focused on her now bare breasts. Kat twined her arms around his neck and brought her large, taut nipples closer to his mouth. Daniel jerked forward and tried to catch one dark bud with his lips. She moved too fast for him, yanking back before he could nip her.
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Roberta's Younger Man
Farrah Lebrecque runs an upscale club for her friends both in and out of the adult entertainment industry. Roberta is her long-time friend, and Paul is Farrah's ex-lover. Two years ago tonight, Farrah introduced Paul and Roberta in her exclusive sex club. The couple return to the club, on this eve, for some surprising fun. Not one to usually date younger men, Roberta finds out that her Paul can match any older man with the pleasures he has in store for her.
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"See anything else you like in there?" he whispered, as he lifted the paddle from the bed and slid the soft-covered surface over her buttocks.
Robbie sighed as his tongue flitted into her ear, and Paul nibbled on her lobe. Her eyes fell on a cluster of indigo feathers laying on the bottom edge of the armoire's inner chamber.
"How about a couple of feathers?"
"Whatever you want tonight, hon." Paul moved back to the dresser. He plucked the blue-black plumes from the base of the cupboard.
The light click of a door opening came from behind Roberta. Her gaze moved to Paul, and he returned her curious smile with a smirk.
Warm hands slid around her waist and up her abdomen to cup her breasts. Womanly hands that possessed familiar, well-manicured nails. Fingers pinched her nipples, squeezed Robbie's soft, rounded mounds.
"Mind if I join you?" Farrah's exotic perfume enveloped Robbie's senses. Her skin tingled with growing excitement, and her throat thickened with lust.
Paul joined the two women and slipped a feather into Farrah's now outstretched hand.
"Excuse me, sir." The voice of her sultry friend fanned Roberta's ear, and she shivered. "But why are you still partially dressed?"
***
Services Rendered
Ben, a male escort with unsavory connections, hesitates on taking his long-time friendship with Sara to the next level. Can there be anything between them when he lives an underground life? After an impromptu call on his birthday, Sara decides to dash away his fears, and takes Ben into her bed. What follows is a night of raw, sensual passion, as the two let their long held chemistry explode.
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Lighting a cigarette, she turned her head toward the dusty window and deserted highway. She let her blue silk robe fall open, and trailed a lazy hand down her stomach. Sara traced light, absent fingers around her trimmed thatch of dark gold hair. Her strokes slid lower, caressing the length of her inner thigh.
Closing her eyes, she sighed deeply, thoughts drifting. Taking another drag, she let her head fall back, releasing tension from her shoulders as she slid a finger up her labia and rubbed her clit. She moaned, and her muscles relaxed.
They'd met in high school, her and Ben, after Sara had moved to this dying metropolis. Both outcasts, too comfortable with their rebel nature to conform, they'd found each other in a sea of cut-out, perfect faces.
She left the remains of her cigarette burning in the ashtray on the nightstand, and spread her legs wider as she slid two fingers inside. The delicious tingling built quickly, and she shuddered as she climaxed.
The bedroom lit with the yellow eyes of an approaching car, and Sara padded across the hardwood floor to the window. The vehicle passed by as she pushed back the curtains to watch the warm, clear night.
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Tease Time
Bernadette and Richard are bored with the movie they picked out. It's a terrible flick, so they decide to find other ways to pass the time in a darkened movie theatre. With the thrill of exhibition, they heat each other up for a finale that's guaranteed to be better than the film they've forgotten about.
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Bernadette giggled and bit her bottom lip. "Who says we have to leave just because the movie is bad? We can entertain ourselves in other ways." She massaged his cock.
Richard groaned as he stopped her hand, albeit reluctantly. "What about the ushers?"
Bernadette rolled her eyes again. "We're in the balcony, hon. We can see the entrance from here." She pointed to the burgundy double doors, with a small round window carved in the center of each. "We'll see them before they see us. Just a bit of fooling around, that's all I want." She continued to play with him through the tightening material. "We can save the sex for home."
She watched his face tense and twitch as she unzipped him and freed his cock. Taking a hasty glance at the door, she dipped her head to the exposed tip and licked it slowly, swirling her tongue beneath the glans--finding that sensitive spot of flesh just beneath the head that made his erection jump and harden further.
"All right," he said, voice thick with growing lust. "You win." Richard unbuttoned the top snap on his waistband and let his penis bob freely in her skilled grip.
***
The Other Woman
What was meant to be a brief fling has turned into a tempestuous affair; but can it really blossom into something deeper?
Robert Dibassio is a tall dark Italian, with the temper his Latin heritage is famous for. His family is both respected and feared in the gritty, industrial city of Castle Grove. Robert keeps at arm's length with his family's mob ties, yet he can't exert such skilled control over his feelings for spitfire, redhead Amelia Hatten.
Amy Hatten is a savvy, cynical financial planner. She's not the settling down kind, and few men have been able to hold her attention beyond the six month mark. But with Robert, her emotions run wild, and the loss of control he conjures within both thrills and terrifies her.
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Robert kissed her, gently sucking on her bottom lip. As the hunger of his mouth deepened, his teeth grazed over her cupid's bow, and his tongue played with her own.
Amy sighed and leaned into him, pushing his damp raincoat back from his shoulders. His growing hardness pressed into her thigh, and she shifted, straddling him so her mound brushed against him through their clothing. Robert made a half grunt, half growl low in his throat, and buried his large, long fingers in her hair.
He tugged her head back, planting quick, teasing bites down her neck and along her collarbone. Amy's hands slid up his chest, and she worked open the buttons on his shirt.
"We shouldn't be doing this," she protested through clenched teeth. Her brow furrowed and her breathing hastened as Robert's caress traveled up her leg, beneath the hem of her skirt. "Not right now. Not here."
With weak effort, Amy tried to peel herself away from his burly form. His other hand left her hair, coiling about her back and locking her in place.
"I'm sure as hell not letting you leave." His touch slipped beneath her wisp of scarlet thong.
***
Under The Weather
Jeanette and Danny had a wonderful trip planned, but Jeanette comes down with a terrible cold. The couple decide to postpone their holiday, much to their disappointment. But Danny offers to soothe away some of the disappointment with a massage. Jeanette takes the offer to alleviate her aches and pains, but Danny's sensual touch soon makes the session less than innocent.
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He snickered as he straddled her just below the knees. "I thought a massage might help. I know how stiff and sore you are. And you haven't been sleeping very well, lately."
Ok." She smiled and felt a bit guilty for questioning his motives. "But no funny stuff." Jeanette closed her eyes.
Danny feigned a sigh of disgust. "Give me some credit."
As his large hands curled around her shoulders, Jeanette let her aching body seep into the mattress beneath her.
"Ummm, that does feel good," she murmured into the plush cushion against her cheek.
His gentle kneading moved to the middle of her back, and the combination of the earlier hot soak, her cold, and the soothing rubdown made her feel drugged. So sleepy that she didn't protest when Danny whispered:
"Turn over."
He rested his wide palms against her clavicle, and worked the tender muscles in her chest. Jeanette let a small moan escape as she shifted on the bed.
"Feel good?" His warm breath, scented with a sweet and spicy hint of cinnamon, brushed over her face.
One hand stopped its fondling, and dropped to untie the fuzzy belt at her waist. He pushed the comforting terrycloth away from her body.
***
Black Silk Stockings
Gina and Ellie really needed this case. Despite being two of the best dicks this side of Granville, business went in spurts. Even with a lack of male P.I.s due to the war, they just weren't getting enough jobs to fill their quota this summer. This, despite the respectable rep they and their strong arm, Frank Fellini, had built up over three years running Nightside Investigations.
But, professional name or not, in the grimy world of the private investigator many a rational man turned to a fool when he saw a set of shapely gams resting on the desktop clad in four-inch black pumps. Some kind of asinine superstition, Gina guessed, about hiring a dame you'd like to screw your brains out with--given the chance--to do your dirty work instead.
Only one thing stopped Gina and her Rita Hayworth look-alike partner from sealing the Hargrove case: Gina's ex-husband, Peter Shelling. A lifetime ago, Gina worked as Peter's Gal Friday. With her by his side, and their combined business and investigative capabilities, they'd ruled the Granville private dick district. Together they'd dug up the dirt on more than one crooked politician or corporate fat-cat, landing them accolades from Granville's small but well known rag, The Gazette.
When Gina pushed for full partnership stakes in their P.I. business--to rise above her Gal Friday status and stand as Peter's equal--he'd groused and belittled her pursuits. Then and there, a rift opened, ending their marriage two years later.
She and Peter remained friends, healthy rivals in the P.I. business, even helping one another out sometimes and splitting the cash on the case. But this time, she and Ellie needed every clam the Hargrove deal would bring in to pay the overdue rent. Their greasy landlord was breathing down their necks, making lewd suggestions about other ways they could pay for the office space. Slimy little fu…
The bathroom door opened, and Ellie sauntered out in a ruby satin nightie. The fiery material clung to her sculpted curves like it was alive, making love to her beautiful body.
"Can you help me with this garter, hon?" Ellie put her fluffy slipper up on the desk, and lifted her nightie up over the black silk stocking she wore.
Gina felt a twinge of heat in her pussy, and a trickle of wetness licked the inside of her labia. "Sure, doll." The cool air from the overhead fans sent a delightful chill between her legs, up through her crotchless lace panties, as she moved toward her partner.
Sid Hargrove was part owner of Chin Kwan's Chinese Theater, located in Granville's notoriously seedy entertainment district. Hargrove was willing to pay big money to bring in a thieving magician who robbed the club blind, then skipped the joint before he finished his two week run of shows.
Sid's business partner in the Chinese theater was a temperamental little man with rumored connections to some mighty fierce organized crime families back in Hong Kong. Chin Kwan had grown tired of Hargrove's constant screw-ups, according to the grapevine. Hargrove had replaced the money taken by the disappearing magician out of his own cash. Now Sid wanted reparation.
Problem being Hargrove was a slime. He had a double deal planned to screw Gina and Ellie out of their payout, and get a cut rate on his case from Peter. Gina was furious.
Thanks to the cigarette girl down at Chin Kwan's--a Ms. DeeDee Violet--Gina found out about a clandestine meeting between their client and Peter. Seemed Hargrove was looking for a P.I. willing to undercut Nightside on their job quote, and Peter, overheard by the clever Ms. DeeDee, was willing to go lower to win the job.
Being double-crossed by Peter, when they'd shared a respectable rivalry before, stung Gina. It was time for her and Ellie to get even, and snag their cash before Peter could cheat them.
She checked her outfit and overall appearance in the mirror hanging above the potted fern. A black full corset cinched her waist and accentuated her generous cleavage. Skin spilled over the scalloped ebony lace bra attached. She and Ellie both opted for black silk stockings. Peter's secret weakness when it came to lingerie. He couldn't resist that sexy seam running up the back of a woman's calf.
When they were married, Peter bought her a new pair of black silk stockings and garter belt to match every birthday. Then they'd fuck like wildfire until the moon woke up the nightlife in Granville Island.
The ruse for bringing Peter into Nightside's office was simple enough. Gina phoned him, revealing she, Ellie, and Frank knew of his secret plan with Hargrove. She wanted to make a deal. He was reluctant to accept at first, but she guilted him into remembering he owed her one.
Ellie had sent Frank out on a case they were working in the downtown metro area. Lovable Frank was a great guy and very open-minded. Equal when it came to women. A man ahead of his times. But his understanding only stretched so far. It was all right for Ellie to use seduction methods to cement a case they needed back when they weren't dating. But now that they were an item, his hot Italian temper brought out the jealous side of Frankie, and he forbade Ellie from working her wares to get what Nightside needed. So today's planned seduction was off the record. What Frankie didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
A shadow crossed the frosted glass. Gina lit up a Camel and took a long drag. She looked to Ellie, who smiled back, sliding a cigarette from the pack Gina held out to her. The game was on, and Gina had a pretty good idea who was going to win. If this was a horse race, she'd be betting the lot on herself.
The knock came short and businesslike. She called out, "Come in," and positioned herself with one three-inch black heel up on the desk, giving Peter an optimal view when he walked through the door.
It took three long strides. Ellie shut the door and locked it before Peter realized the situation he was in. When it hit him, his fedora fell from his hand. The Colt tumbled from his mouth, cherry falling from the tip as it met gray lino.
"What the hell is this?" He dipped down to pick up his hat. Gina knew he was avoiding looking at her.
Ellie spoke up: "It's a deal, just like we promised. Right, Gina?" She walked up beside her and put an arm around Gina's shoulders, letting her red-lacquered fingernails dangle close to Gina's cleavage. "Come on, Peter. Get comfy and we'll talk."
She walked around behind the desk and pulled out a chair, then swung one leg high, up and over the back. The motion exposed her shapely legs, ruby satin garters, and those next-to-nothing panties she wore.
Gina chuckled. Between the two of them, Peter was an injured mouse caught in a cat's paw.
He backed up and grabbed the doorknob. Discovering himself locked in, he frowned. "Oh no, sweetie. I know a set up when it's staring me in the face. You got big Frank waiting for me in the bathroom or somewheres, haven't you?"
Gina laughed and moved away from the desk. Ellie pulled the skeleton key for the antiquated door from her lovely bosom. Peter gaped at the keyhole, then back at the pair of femme fatales who had him cornered.
"Frankie is out of town working on something for us. He won't be back until the weekend."
Gina twined her long fingers in the short curls at the back of his head. "No setup, hon. We just want to come to an understanding on the Hargrove case."
He shivered.
"What kind of understanding?" he whispered, as Gina's tongue slid into his ear and she nibbled his lobe lightly.
"The case is ours exclusively. You back off, and you tell Hargrove no deal." She kissed the back of his neck.
Peter pulled back from her and shook his head. He gave his tough-guy sneer, but she could see right through him. His eyes told a different story. They feasted on her half-naked body like fire licking dry wood.
Ellie came up behind Peter and touched his collar. He jumped, but regained his composure quickly. Gina could see he was going for the unaffected routine, but his guise was slipping. He wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. She knew he couldn't pass this opportunity up, no matter how hard common sense tried to steel his resolve.
"Oh, come on, Peter," Ellie murmured close to his neck. She licked a trail up his throat. "What else have you got planned for this afternoon? We've got your favorite bourbon tucked in one of the drawers." She reached forward and loosened his tie. "Want me to pour you a tumblerful?"
He laughed, but it came out hoarse. "Trying to liquor me up?"
Gina smiled and moved to unbuckle his pants. Ellie went to pour him that drink. When Gina's hand slid beneath the elastic band of his BVD's, the hard head of his thick cock greeted her fingertips.
"My, my, Peter." She raked her fingernails over his balls lightly, and he stiffened. "You seem far more anxious to get these negotiations on than you're acting, babe. Why so reluctant?" She gave him a smug grin.
"You're evil women. You know that, right?"
Peter looked between the two of them as Ellie handed him his drink. He took it without hesitation, gulping a quarter while Gina still played with him, slow and lazylike.
"Ahh, Peter, now that isn't fair," Ellie said as she massaged his temples. She swayed behind him, rubbing her breasts and pelvis against his back in a sinuous dance.
"You always think women who can take care of themselves are evil, sweetheart," Gina said before dropping his underwear to the floor. "Tsk tsk, such a hypocritical man. You sure like the wildfire girl in the bedroom, but not in the boardroom, hmmm?" She raised an eyebrow.
"We ain't in the boardroom," Peter said.
He was melting before their eyes and, whether he wanted to admit it or not, he knew it. Gina could see it in those glazed baby blues of his, clear as the impressive hard-on she held in her hands. She stroked the head of his penis back and forth over the frilly lace fringing the bottom of her corset.
"No, we certainly aren't, doll." Gina chuckled. "We're in my territory now, and it looks like you're outnumbered by some pretty staggering odds."
She batted her eyelashes at him. He downed the rest of his drink.
Gina dipped to her knees as Ellie removed the glass from Peter's hand. Peter moaned before Gina's lips could even touch his cock, and his hips rocked forward to meet her mouth.
"Look, babes, I need this…" Gina's tongue laved his shaft, cutting off his words, but not for long enough. He shuddered and struggled to continue. "I need the dough from this case as much as you dames do. It's been a long, dry summer for us dicks."
"Yeah, tell us about it." Ellie pouted prettily as she handed Peter another tumbler of bourbon.
Gina stood, sliding her body up Peter's, making him choke on his mouthful of liquor. She twined his tie in between her velvet gloved fingers and, yanking the silk noose playfully, she led him behind the mahogany desk, toward the window. A warm, sticky August breeze barely moved the drawn Venetian blinds.
"But it's harder for us dolls to bring in the clams, Petie," Ellie continued where Gina left off. She walked him forward like she was leading a dog. "You know how some of those fat cat types can be. They don't trust a dame to do their dirty work, dig up the goods for them, 'cause they got some outworn ideas in their thick heads. Gee, sound familiar, sweetheart?"
Gina pushed him to the floor, beside the slumbering monster radiator. Peter laughed, low and guttural, but she could see the apprehension in his eyes. They darted back and forth from her to Ellie. Ellie walked away and slowly slid one of the drawers in the desk open.
"Can't we go half and half?" He sounded like he was begging. His gaze glued to the handcuffs Ellie dangled from a finger.
Gina shook her head and placed a high-heeled pump against his chest, holding him down. "No sharing. Sorry, Peter hon. Me and Ellie need all this dough. And you double-crossed us. I don't take kindly to that."
His brow knitted as he frowned and looked away from Gina, appearing deep in thought. Then Peter's face broke into a smug smile she didn't like. He ran his hands up and down her black silk stockings, trying to appear cocky, back in control. "What if I just tell big Frankie about what you and his little Ms. Ellie did to me, hmmm?"
Gina straddled him and sat on his chest. She pushed his arms up above his head and rubbed her cleavage across Peter's chest. Back and forth, holding his eyes in a determined, lustful stare that matched his own. Ellie snapped the cuffs to one of his wrists, the other to the radiator. It took Peter a few seconds to realize his vulnerability.
"What the hell are you doing to me?" His voice cracked. He looked from Ellie to Gina and then back again.
Gina stood and smiled. "Remember that little fantasy of ours?" She snapped open one garter, then caressed her legs in little circles as she slowly undid the rest. After rolling one of the stockings seductively down her leg, she jutted her smooth, round ass in the air to give Peter a perfect view. "What we talked about doing if we ever had the chance to visit Vegas? You can have that fantasy come true, baby, right here and right now, in exchange for the Hargrove case. 100% of the cut for Nightside."
Peter let out a moan that sounded part agony, part ecstasy. "You don't play fair. No, lady, you don't play fair at all."
Gina squatted over him and coiled her stocking around his hard shaft. She pulled it up slowly, letting the stocking caress his length. Gina brushed feather strokes over the head as she drew the nylon back toward her.
"Playing fair is not the way to win. At least, not this time, honey."
Ellie knelt behind him and stroked his face. She trailed light kisses over his jaw, nibbled up his earlobe, and tongued the shell of his ear, until Peter repeated his earlier threat.
"What if I tell Frankie all about what you two are doing to me, hmm? What will you tell him to get out of this one, eh, Ellie?"
Gina smiled smugly as she shimmied up Peter's body. "You won't tell big Frankie anything at all about this little secret of ours. Not unless you want that pretty face of yours rearranged, and you know that. Ellie and I have no worries 'bout you blabbing."
Peter clenched his jaw. He opened his mouth to give a smart comeback, no doubt, but then quickly shut his trap. "Evil, wicked dames." Gina knew it was his way of admitting defeat.
Gina threw her head back and laughed. "Ready to cooperate then, sweetie?" She rubbed his erection up and down her wetness, teasing his head on the seam of her lacy underwear.
"God…yes," Peter said. "I hate you, Gina Shelling."
"It's Banbeck now, darling. I took back my maiden name with the divorce, remember?"
She moved away from his cock, farther up his chest, to allow Ellie access. Her sultry, redhead partner took Peter's full length into her mouth then tilted her head back and forth as she drew her lips upward, swirling her mouth and tongue around his shaft, beneath his glans. At Ellie's skill, Peter bucked his hips up beneath Gina.
"Mmmmm," He moaned. "Sure, whatever."
"Yeah." Gina grinned as she unfastened the top hooks on her corset. "I thought that might be your answer." She let the lingerie fall away from her large, round breasts and her hourglass waist.
Peter tried to grab her, grimacing when his wrist was yanked back by the cuff. But it didn't stop him from reaching to tweak a nipple, then take a handful of her luscious tits.
His hand roamed, massaging her breasts and stomach, trailing further to her pussy. Gina moved his arm away and slid up over his face, positioning her cunt just above his lips. She teased him for a moment before she lowered herself.
Peter opened the hole in her flimsy panties wider, giving his tongue better access to her swelling clit. Gina gasped as he sucked on her throbbing clit and then licked a slow, lazy trail up her wet slit. He knew her body well, and it had been a while for Gina.
As he continued to pleasure her, Gina felt Peter rocking beneath her, in rhythm to the eager sucking sounds coming from behind her. Peter moaned against her pussy, sending a thrilling tingle up through Gina's groin. He was close to coming. It was almost time.
Peter fingered her asshole, slipping one digit in up to the knuckle, and Gina bucked, unable to hold back her own groan. Just one orgasm, she reasoned, as she bucked against his face.
Gina let herself enjoy the climax that crawled up her belly in a hot lick of fire, exploding through her in a satisfying vibration. She arched her back, and her hair tickled her shoulder blades as it brushed across the sensitized skin.
Ellie tapped her from behind when Peter's rocking grew more frantic--urgent. Loathe to leave this pleasurable afternoon rendezvous, Gina lifted herself from Peter with a heavy sigh. Still, she and Ellie had a case to solve and money to claim, and it wasn't like Peter was going anywhere. Gina already had plans to come back later for a little celebration with her ex.
"What?" His voice was groggy, his gaze glassy, as he looked at Ellie pulling away from his still hard cock, then back to Gina, now standing above him, hands on hips. "What's going on now?"
Gina walked over to the hat rack and slid into her charcoal raincoat. She passed Ellie her trenchcoat.
"Where the hell do you two dames think you're going? You can't leave me like this." Peter pointed to his cock, slapping against his taut stomach, and then to his wrist cuffed to the radiator.
Gina felt a pang of guilt as she and Ellie walked to the door, key in hand. She whispered, "Be right back," to her partner, and walked over to Peter.
"Look, sweetheart." Gina bent over and cupped his chin, giving him an ample view of her barely covered breasts as the trenchcoat fell open. "I hate to break this to you, but we've known the whereabouts of the thieving magician for three days now. We sniffed him out and notified Hargrove we'd deliver him tonight. Tony Hassini's waiting for us with the perp, down at the boardwalk. We gotta meet him and Hargrove there in ten minutes, hon. Tony's filling in for Frankie, you see." She patted his cheek and stood. "The deal's been in the bag for us for a while, sweetie. We just had to get you outta the way. Insurance, you know?" She shrugged as she walked away.
"Gina Banbeck, you come back here." Peter fumed, struggling to break the cuff that held him back. "You can't leave me like this."
"I can, and I will." She smiled, halfway out the open door. Ellie waited for her in the hall. "Building's dead at this hour, baby, and the district we're in? The only guy swinging by here at this time is either the janitor or someone you don't wanna meet up with. So you can scream all you like, sweetie, but no one's gonna come and investigate."
"Oh, you wait until you let me go."
She chuckled and stuck her now bare leg in the door, both silk stockings shed, running her black pump up the doorjamb in a seductive display of thigh. "Cool your jets, baby. I'll be back later, after we seal this case up nice and tight and get our money. I'll let you go, and," she looked him up and down, raking her eyes over him with primal lust, "maybe we can take up where we left off?"
Before he could answer, Gina closed the door, leaving him with a sexy smile, and naughty inclinations, to keep him amused while he was tied up.
***
Red Willow
I was twenty-one, and I knew nothing of love, let alone the finer workings of the female body. To put it bluntly, I was a backward, simple farm boy that summer. But Willow changed all of that.
She was only five years older, but in terms of experience, she had worlds of knowledge over me. That summer of 96, Willow stayed in the basement suite of a heritage farmhouse owned by an elderly lady who used to change my diapers. Damn, did I feel strange that August, sneaking into Mrs. Pillar's basement window just to have a stolen hour or two with my Willow.
Willow was an uninspired sketch artist and painter, and a distant relation to Edie Pillar. The older woman had taken pity on Willow's depressed situation, and shipped her over to our small, rural community in Alberta to take in some "therapeutic relaxation," as Edie used to put it.
There was no doubt, from the first time my gaze lighted on the feisty redhead, I was entranced. My heart had never thudded so hard as in that moment I was introduced to Willow.
I worked as a handyman out at Mrs. Pillar's. I was cleaning the gutters the day Willow arrived.
"Hey, buddy."
The female voice came from below me, and I jumped on the ladder, nearly tumbling to the leaf-scattered lawn below. I steadied myself on the rickety, wooden contraption, turning to get a better look at my visitor.
"Think you could help me haul a couple of my bags from my car? I wouldn't ask, but I have quite a bit, and it is hotter than hell out here." She smiled, and my heart caught in my throat.
Willow wore a dark blue tank top and cutoff jean shorts. They clung like wet fabric to her sculpted, hourglass curves.
"Sure." I flashed her a friendly grin as I descended a few of the splintered rungs, and hopped to the ground. Swallowing over the nervous lump in my throat, I hoped I didn't appear a horny, awkward youth to this vision of vital loveliness before me.
***
We were sitting on the back porch, watching the blazing prairie sunset, sipping on lemonade made earlier by a thankful Mrs. Pillar. Willow turned to me, her silvery-blue eyes twinkling with some unspoken mischief.
"You know." She ran a slow, seductive hand up my jean-clad thigh. "Aunty Edie is a very open-minded lady." Her warm breath fanned my ear, raising goose bumps on my legs. "She has given me complete freedom while staying here."
Her breast brushed against my sinewy arm. I tensed.
"After all." Her whisper tickled deeper in my ear as she moved nearer. "I am a grown, divorced woman, Jamie. And Aunty Edie knows I'll respect her rules while under her roof. Keep it quiet is all she asks."
My cock twitched in my pants, blood surging to its tip, as her tongue traced the inner shell of my ear, tormenting me further. Stifling a moan, I traced my hand up her pale, creamy thigh. Willow's hand slid lower, and she squeezed my crotch gently, then massaged in a delicious pattern through the worn denim. A flood of lust rushed into the head of my penis, and it tingled with the oncoming erection. This time, there was no fighting my grunt of pleasure.
I'd never felt anything like this. Not with any of the local girls I'd had the odd off-again, on-again romance with. This was instantaneous, potent, and raw. Lust of the deepest kind drugged my mind and ate at my thoughts. She was so bold, and I found I liked that.
Her touch deftly slid to my belt and unfastened the buckle. She slid my zipper down and reached her hand past the thin, cotton sheath of my underwear. I felt her warm skin close over my hardness and I sighed.
Her finger slid up the head of my cock and, in the moonlight, I watched her trace small circles in the spurt of pre-come that jetted from my stiffness. I was so hard it hurt. I moaned as she worked her now damp fingers under my glans, and then dipped her mouth to my cock.
"Jamie? Willow out there with you, kiddo?" Edie Pillar's cigarette-scarred alto wafted through the screen door, along with a blue plume of smoke. It lingered on the open front porch, like a lazy ghost.
Willow slid her mouth away from my shaft quickly, tucking my erection back into my pants with a swift, gentle touch, then she zipped me up. I stared at her, stunned and aroused. She'd managed to get my hard girth back into my jeans without pinching or maiming anything. I'd never been able to master the same feat. Not even when the fathers of a few girls I'd taken to the Drive-In-turned-make-out-place showed up with a scowl on their face and a bat in their hands. This was no girl I was dealing with. This was a lady, and I felt totally out of my league.
I regained my senses and managed to hide my arousal as Mrs. Pillar shuffled to the entrance in her knitted slippers and peeked out, squinting through the whorls of smoke drifting from the glowing ember of her Number 7.
"I'm going to bed, Willow, hon." She gave the two of us a knowing grin. "Will you lock up for me when you turn in?"
Rising from the porch swing, Willow walked to the screen door and opened it, leaning in to plant a goodnight kiss on Edie's wrinkled cheek. "No problem, Aunty. Go get some rest." She tugged the grey, knit sweater a little closer around the older woman's frail shoulders, protecting her against the slight chill in the air. I smiled at the tender action.
"Night, Jamie," Edie called, smiling as she slowly moved back into the light spilling from the old homestead. "Thanks for cleaning the gutters today."
"You're welcome, Mrs. Pillar," I called back to her. "Have a good night."
She shook her finger at me for using the formal moniker, reminding me to call her "Edie," with a good-natured grin, then she left our sight.
As Willow took her place beside me once again, we could hear Edie's footsteps ascending the oak staircase, up to her bedroom on the second floor. I held my breath as she sat still, waiting. When, after a length of silence, I moved to stand, she pushed me back against the swing and grinned at me lecherously.
"You ain't going anywhere,." Her hand slithered back up to my groin, and she cupped my straining cock, working her fingers over it, through the material in tortuous, urgent strokes. "Shhh…" she whispered, when I failed to muffle my groan. "Just give it a few more minutes, darling."
After all the lights in the house were doused, and silence crept in through the windows and doors, Willow slid closer to me. Her eyes glinted in the moonlight.
My mind went through a hundred, perhaps a thousand, images as she kissed me deep and hungry. I hardly knew anything about her. Oh, I knew where she was from, why she was here--sort of. But she knew nothing of me either, except my age and that I was single. I felt primal in that moment with her--timeless and instinctual.
"I'm on the pill," she murmured into my ear, as her hands once again went to work on unbuttoning my jeans. "You don't have to worry."
"Okay," I said, as her grip coiled around my painfully hard erection. I felt dumb and clumsy, but I wanted her too desperately to feel shy or embarrassed.
Her tongue flicked out across her lips and over the head of my penis. I groaned, and my pelvis thrust against her mouth as she sucked hard on the head.
"I don't think we have time for that tonight," she whispered, as she tugged my pants and underwear down to my knees with a few sharp pulls.
In the silver moonlight, I watched her stand and shed her clothing. Her hair turned to cold fire in the midnight shine. Her skin was like smooth ivory. I swallowed hard as I drank in her form. Full, round breasts with large, taut nipples that her hair just brushed the top of; an hourglass of smooth curves from head to toe. My cock jumped and spurted as I gazed at her voluptuous beauty. I wanted her more than any high school cheerleader I had ever had.
Willow pushed me back against the swing and yanked off the white T-shirt I wore. I was young and hard-bodied from harsh farm work. Even now, after ten years gone, I still have that rangy, lean-muscled farmer's build. She traced the definition in my biceps and smiled as she stood over me. I nearly came right there, when her free hand trailed to her own sex and she played with her clit. Her fingers stroked my sinewy chest, down over my ribcage, and over the lines in my flat stomach.
Moaning, she straddled me and positioned herself to take all of me. I knew I was of decent size, as other girls had struggled to take the whole of my length and girth. But Willow swallowed me up like a glove. I'd never felt anything that fit so perfect--that was so hot. Digging her fingers into my hair, she kissed me hard as she rode me with a frantic grinding of her hips. I fought to hold back my ejaculation, wanting to pleasure her, impress her, as much as she was doing for me. My head swam with sensations, need, and a lust so fierce I thought it would swallow me whole.
Willow's hand trailed down her body, and she leaned away from me some. Her fingers found her pussy once more, and she dampened the tips with her own juices before rubbing her clit with urgent strokes. Her free hand found one of her delicious breasts and began kneading and squeezing the firm, round flesh. I followed her lead and took her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the straining, dark bud. Willow moaned in enjoyment as I nibbled and sucked on the tip and areole. My skin was alive, coursing with an electricity I had never felt before or since.
"Ohhh, Jesus, Jamie," she rasped into my ear, then pressed my face into her neck as she bucked against me harder. "I'm going to cooommme…" And with a few sharp thrusts of her hips, and a loud moan I was afraid Mrs. Pillar might hear, she climaxed all over me.
I could feel her wetness running down my thighs. Grabbing her hips, I guided her forward urgently, bringing myself closer to orgasm. She smiled down at me, running a hand over my half-lidded eyes. She ground herself into me faster and faster. I tilted my head back, and bit my lip furiously as I let go inside of her. Never had I felt such a release. I would've screamed out, had it not been for the time and place of our excursion.
Little did I know, it would be the first of many nights of lovemaking with my Willow. And when she left that autumn, she left me with a hole in my heart that's never been filled.
***
I remember the day Willow told me she was leaving--going back to Vancouver to open her own art boutique. Aunty Edie had given her the money to invest in the business that would sell her exclusive creations plus works by artists she knew on the island, whom she would commission.
She took me by the hand, leading me away from the house and into the field that Mr. Pillar used to hay, planting wheat in the far section. Mrs. Pillar was playing cards with the ladies in town, and we had the place all to ourselves, but Willow said she didn't want to be indoors.
"Not on a day like this." She smiled suggestively at me, as she led me from the front porch and into the hot September afternoon. "Today's a day for being outside, enjoying the sunshine."
I knew what she meant by that. I could see the gleam in those deep blue eyes, and I had no choice but to follow. We had a chemistry that could melt metal, and Willow's wild, imaginative ways thrilled me to no end. Sometimes, when I would sneak into her room through the walk-in basement, she’d let me stay over. She’d set the alarm so I could vacate her bedroom before Aunty Edie woke up. We'd talk about things we'd like to do with our lives, places we'd like to see. I have no doubt Edie knew about those late-night trysts,, but she never said a word to either of us about our affair.
"I want out of Fort's Hill, eventually," I told Willow that final afternoon, unaware of the bomb she would drop on me after a few hours of wild, passionate sex in the sunshine.
She pulled me close to her, placing a slender finger against my lips. "We didn't come out here to talk." She smiled. "At least, not right away, sweetie." Leaning closer, my lover whispered in my ear, "Fucking first, baby. Conversation later."
At her throaty, low command, I felt my cock jump in my tight, faded jeans. Damn, no one could get me hard faster than my Willow.
"You always know how to cut to the chase." I gathered her fiery curls into my hand and tugged her head back, the way I knew she liked, trailing hot kisses down her neck. "Don't you, lady?" My voice sounded ragged on that final sentence, before she claimed my lips with hungry need and pushed me down into the fallow field.
Our clothes fell to the warm ground in a frenzy of trembling fingers, entangled arms, and frantic kisses. We went crazy together. No inhibitions. Naked in the field, she straddled me, and I smiled up at my vibrant beauty as she smiled down at me. She brushed her fingers through my hair, and I shivered as her hand slid down my belly and wrapped around my stiffening cock.
"I want to try something, baby." She brushed a fingertip over my lips. "Want to see how long you can hold out. Let me tease you, before you beg to be inside of me." Her laugh was soft and sultry, and my cock pulsed as she squeezed the shaft.
I groaned, unable to conjure coherent words, as Willow nimble fingers swirled seductive circles over her aureoles, and then tweaked her nipples and pulled. I went to sit up, but she skillfully pinned me to the dried, yellow grass with a shapely knee, grinning down at me as she continued to play with her generous mounds.
"I…don't…" The intense desire thickened my throat, and I had to swallow to find my stolen voice. "…think I can hold out, baby."
Her russet hair tickled my chest as she kissed me deeply. Her knee slipped lower, until she rubbed it lightly over my penis. I clenched my jaw, trying to hold back my need to throw her to the ground and take her right then. More than anything, I wanted to please my Willow, and playing these sexual games thrilled us both.
Her tongue flicked into the shell of my ear, and she nipped at the lobe. My penis jumped in her grip, and her chuckle feathered my chin as she nibbled and kissed her way to my neck.
With a low growl, I wrapped her in my arms and rolled her over, pulling her onto my chest. She threw her head back and laughed, running a hand down my muscled bicep as we settled in the waist-high grass together. As soon as I let my arms loosen, she shimmied away over the grass and sat up.
"Not yet, darling," she purred, and pounced atop me. Moving backward, she slid her wet sex down over my throbbing hardness. "I'll give it to you soon, but not yet."
Working her soaking slit back and forth over the length of my shaft, Willow moaned and closed her eyes, using one hand to touch her most sensitive spot. The other she wrapped around my girth, and while she played with herself, working herself closer to climax, she squeezed and stroked my cock until I bucked beneath her. I had to restrain myself, clench my jaw tight, so I would not flip my lover to the ground and take her like a feral animal.
"Are…you," she continued to manipulate us both, giving sexual delight with her skilled caresses, "going to make it, Jamie?"
"You keep doing that." I panted. "And I won't. Damn, I'm near bursting."
With a lecherous laugh, Willow slid yet lower, and then rose up higher on her knees. She tickled the seam of her labia with the head of my penis. "Want inside?" She licked her lips suggestively.
"Please, baby." I squeezed her hips with urgent, hungry hands. "Let me inside. I need to feel you around my cock."
Willow shimmied a bit higher on her knees, positioning me below her pussy. Like a warm, tight glove, she slid down around me, and I sighed, relishing the pleasure as she started to grind against me. I focused on controlling my desperate need to orgasm, as I rubbed against her snug walls with mind-numbing friction.
Willow threw her head back as I began to pump upward. "Damn…yes…that feels sooo good."
Her hips moved in a rhythmic, erotic dance, and as she leaned back, angling her pussy so my cock rubbed her inside in just the right spot, I slipped a hand down my stomach, finding that soft, tiny mound between her legs. My fingers pinched and rolled her clit--a bundle of pulsing nerves and swollen flesh. Willow cried out and bit her lip as she jutted forward hard, and then dug her nails into my chest as she came.
A few deep, upward thrust, and I soon followed her. Letting out a long grunt, I spilled my seed inside her, and she collapsed atop me. Both of us breathed hard as I wrapped my arms about her naked back. I felt satiated--contented like never before in my young life. In the two and a half months we'd spent together that summer, she'd taught me a myriad of ways to tease and please her, and had taken my satisfaction to new heights with her experience.
Willow opened her eyes and grinned up at me. "Damn. Maybe I've taught you too well."
I rose up just enough on my elbow to smile down at her and brush stray curls from her pale face. There was a light spattering of freckles across her nose, and I traced them with my finger. Giggling, she batted my hand away, and then her face went serious. I thought I caught a tear in her eye before she looked away.
"Hey, sweetheart." I kissed her cheek, and when she still didn't look up, I stroked her face as I crouched over her, a concerned frown pinching my face. "What's wrong? You never cry, Willow. Come on." Tucking my fingers under her chin, I urged her face up, and her eyes looked into mine. "You can tell me." My heart did a nervous flip-flop, and my stomach sank at the look of deep sadness in her watery gaze.
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