Authors: Jeff Gelb
Dark Passions (10 page)
“You have an innocent quality. Not jaded.”
He laughed a nice, clear laugh. “You mean my lack of experience shows. I'll take that as something, if not a compliment. How about a drink, and we can talk. I'm looking for intelligence in a woman, and conversation tells me everything.” He winked, or perhaps his nervousness made him blink erratically.
Two hours later, they were getting their coats and going back to Esme's. She asked him to wait while she went to the ladies' room. She called Yolanda from her cell phone.
“I think I've found someone. He's not our usual ...”
“Still, I am glad. If tonight goes well, we'll join you tomorrow night.”
“Yes.” The thought gave her a thrill.
“Oh, by the way, did you see any of the creeps that have been following us?”
She had. One. But he hadn't approached David. Yet. “I have to go, Yoli. I left him alone!”
The hulking man with a crew cut and bad-fitting suit moved away from David as Esme approached. She stifled her anger, banished the fear from her face. Watching David, she searched for the doubt that had crossed the faces of the others in months past each time a disturbing man had spoken to them. David's eyes went to her, the carpet, back to the retreating man, then to her.
She smiled at him then, hopeful, though she sensed the light on the porch was flickering, and the moths were going elsewhere.
He held out his arm for her, returning her smile. Grateful for any moth at all, Esme grabbed his arm to take him home.
The Mile-High Club
Trevor Anderson
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he caught him looking at her as they boarded the Air Express 3:45 pm flight to Las Vegas. He was not exactly handsome, but there was something in his rough features that appealed to her. He was looking at her, so why shouldn't she look at him?
he caught him looking at her as they boarded the Air Express 3:45 pm flight to Las Vegas. He was not exactly handsome, but there was something in his rough features that appealed to her. He was looking at her, so why shouldn't she look at him?
He was about six feet, steel-gray eyes, longish hair, good build, leather jacket, black T-shirt, snakeskin boots tucked under jeans. A very noticeable bulge in his pants.
She felt a familiar little tickle in her groin. She smiled just a bit and scratched her thigh, raising her alreadyhigh miniskirt another several inches so “Boots” could really get a look at her long, tanned legs. Let him stare all he wanted. She was well aware that her legs were one of her best features, though not the only one.
Actually, she had been blessed with beauty from head to toe. She'd used that gift her whole life to get what she wanted, first from the boys she'd played with, and now from the men she toyed with.
As she entered the plane, she made sure she brushed against the guy's shoulder so he could get a whiff of her perfume. He could also get a better view of her breasts through the flimsy T-shirt she was wearing, which barely covered the top half of her stomach, leaving her pierced navel showing. She noted that, to alleviate the summer heat outside, the plane's air-conditioning was running at full blast, which was sure to make her nipples hard in a few more seconds. That would enhance her appearance even more, as she was often complimented by her bedmates on her “gumdrops,” as she called them. Guys liked pulling and sucking on them. She figured it was because they were weaned too early from their moms' tits. Men were all such babies. She figured they got what they deserved.
She saw “Boots” putting an overnight bag into the overhead bin and slipped hers next to his. He sat down by a window, and she immediately sat next to him. Air Express was a commuter airline, and there were no assigned seats. Perfect for her. And for him.
“Do you mind?” she asked as she arranged her short skirt to his best advantage.
His laugh was more of a grunt. “Not at all,” he said. She offered a well-manicured hand. “Tawny.”
She noticed the strength of his grip and the scratch marks on his hand. Either he had cats or a tough gig, though he didn't look like a day laborer. “Eric,” he answered, holding on to her hand for a bit longer than necessary before releasing it.
The warmth of his handshake activated her tickle response again. She crossed her legs and let him catch a glimpse of her purple panties, then smoothed her skirt. She looked him straight in those steel-gray eyes and smiled, almost daring him to respond. His lips parted in a slight grin, showing uneven but white teeth.
This guy was something different for her. Obviously interested and yet, for some reason, not responding to her usual signs. He wasn't wearing a ring, but then not all married guys did these days.
A bit flustered, she asked, “You get to Vegas often?”
He shrugged. “When I get the urge.”
Now she was back on more solid footing. “The urge for what, Eric?”
“Depends,” he said, staring more directly at her flawless legs. She felt his stare as if he were Superman and his X-ray vision was penetrating to her bones. Damn, she was making herself horny. But then, that was par for the course for her.
The plane started taxiing back from the gate, a full flight of Vegas tourists en route to play out their dreams and schemes.
His eyes rose to meet hers. “Sometimes I gamble,” he said.
“Are you a high roller?” she asked.
He considered for a moment. “I've been known to drop a bit of cashâfor the right reasons.”
Excellent, she thought. “So you're not afraid to pay money to have some fun, huh?” She eyed him for his reaction.
“Depends on the circumstances,” he said cryptically.
Then, as the plane started to increase its speed for takeoff, she grabbed his arm. “I'm kind of scared of flying,” she explained. “Hope you don't mind.”
He regarded her with a bemused expression and said, “Go for it.”
She squeezed his rock-hard bicep. “Mmmm,” she purred. “You must work out.”
“Oh, I do all sorts of exerciseâon the job and off.”
The plane shot into the sky, and she gave his arm an extra squeeze for effect.
“What do you do, Eric?”
He hesitated. “A little of this and a little of that.”
“Ooo ... mysterious,” she cooed. “I'll bet you're in the FBI and can't admit it.”
“Hardly.”
“A cop?”
“Hell, no. Let's just say people hire me to do certain things for them.”
She allowed her hand to rub his leather-jacketed arm a bit, up and down and up and down, before releasing her grip. Was she being obvious enough?
“Really? What a coincidence ...” She let the sentence trail for effect, but he didn't go for the obvious followup. In fact, he started to reach for the airline magazine in the seatback in front of him.
Tawny grimaced. He was one tough customer. She decided to try a more direct approach. After all, there was little time to waste.
“There is one thing I love about flying,” she admitted. He cocked a groomed eyebrow as he placed the magazine on his lap. She smiledâshe had his attention again.
“The Mile-High Club,” she purred and paused for effect. He did that odd but sexy thing with his lips again, something between a smirk and a smile.
She leaned toward him until her nipples, through the thin fabric of her T-shirt, brushed his leather jacket. “Are you a member, Eric?” she whispered.
Now he did smile. “Can't say I have had the pleasure.”
She put her hand on his. “Listen, the flight to Vegas takes forty-eight minutes. That means we have about thirty-five minutes before they start the descent ...”
“Sounds like you're an old pro at this.”
“You might say that,” she said.
“Well ...”
Was he waffling? “Hey, I'm sorry. I thought you liked me.”
“Oh, listen, I like you all right. I just ...”
She took his hand and placed it on her bare thigh. “Can you feel how hot I am right now?” She slid his hand up under her short skirt and into her underwear. “And how wet?” She looked around, but the people on the other side of the aisle were looking out their window. And anyway, it was none of their business. If they wanted some, they could stand in line.
She maneuvered his fingers until one was settled on her clit and another was about three inches inside her.
“I guess so,” he laughed as he slowly pulled out. His finger, they both noted, was glistening. He licked it and grinned, “Just like candy.”
“There's more where that came from,” she cooed as she placed a hand over his pants where the bulge had gotten noticeably larger. She gave it a squeeze. “Feels like you're ready.”
“Oh, I'm ready all right.”
“And I have condoms with me,” she offered. “So we'll be safe.”
“Safe?” Again with the bemused smile. She liked it but found it disconcerting as well. Strange guy, but now she was totally turned on and ready to go. And so, she hoped, was he.
She said, “You buy, we fly.”
“What?”
She made a face. “You gonna make me spell it out for you? Most guys get it pretty quick when I start squeezing their ... arms.”
“You're a call girl?”
Tawny twitched. “Keep your voice down! Shit!”
“Sorry!” He spread his hands out in mock apology. He seemed to be enjoying making her feel uncomfortable.
“Anyway,” she continued, “twice a month I fly to Vegas because I can make more money there in a weekend than I can in LA in a month. Actually, I'm planning to look at some Vegas real estate this weekend. LA's a shithole, you know?”
“It has its charms.”
She looked at her watch. It was time to cut to the chase. “Listen, if you want me, you'd better pay me, because this plane's landing soon.”
“Well, you drive a hard bargain,” he said, grinning. “I don't like to pay for pleasure ... not that kind of pleasure, anyway... .”
“Oh, I'm worth it.”
“How much?”
She considered. “Depends on what you want. Standard fuck starts at five hundred dollars. You want the whole shot, a grand.”
He whistled. “Man ... you must be some hot shit.”
“Try me.”
“You come with a money-back guarantee?”
“No one's complained yet.”
They remained silent for a bit after that, as she watched him consider her offer. She hoped he'd agreeâshe was hot for this guy, and his cash. Fucking him had become a mission for her.
She watched as he finally reached inside his leather jacket, retrieved his wallet, and pulled out ten hundreddollar bills.
“I knew you had money the minute I saw you,” she said, a happy lilt in her voice.
He handed the cash to her. “Keep these someplace safe,” he said.
“Oh, don't worry, I never lose a nickel. Or a customer.” She slipped the bills into a small pocket in her miniskirt. “Trust me, you'll be back on this flight in two weeks.”
“We'll see.”
She stood up, taking his hand. “Soâyou ready to âjoin the club'?”
He nodded. “I'm betting your scenery beats that scenery,” he said as he glanced at the Sierra Nevada mountain range some 25,000 feet below them.
She motioned him to follow her to the back of the plane. When they got to the restroom, she looked around to see if anyone was watching. The coast was clear. The attendants were busy passing out soft drinks and peanuts to greedy hands.
They both slipped inside the tight restroom space, and she locked the door behind them.
He asked, “What if someone has to go ... ?”
“There are three restrooms on this plane. No one will bother us. If they do, I'll groan and make like I'm throwing up.”
“Lovely image,” he said, and they both laughed. “So now what? There's not a whole lot of room in here... .”
“We don't need much room for this,” she said as she unzipped him with one hand and simultaneously slipped her purple panties down her legs with the other. Then she sat on the closed toilet lid and took him into her mouth, lubricating him with her tongue and then downing his entire shaft in one long, fluid gulp. She was pleased to hear him actually gasp. She slid him in and out of her mouth while he stood, hands against the wall of the tiny room, and they both watched her stellar performance in the mirror. This was one of her specialties.
She let him pull out of her mouth and smiled when he noticed that she had somehow slipped a condom on his penis while giving him head. She motioned for him to sit where she was. He sat down, and she straddled him.
“Feel that?” she asked breathlessly.
“You're so wet I could use an umbrella down there.”
“No, I mean the way the plane's engines are vibrating. Adds to the thrill of the ride, doesn't it? Gawd, I love this feeling,” she enthused as she rode him, back and forth and up and down, arms around his neck, smelling his fresh-washed hair, feeling his nails dig into her back.
Suddenly she stood up and faced away from him, hands on the restroom's door. “Now you get to be the pilot,” she cooed, and she felt him enter her from behind.
He laughed in obvious pleasure as he hammered into her. After a minute, someone knocked at the door, and Tawny yelled, “I'm sick in here, use another restroom,” and faked a barf. That made them both laugh as he continued to pound into her soft flesh.
A few ecstatic minutes later she asked, “You ready to cum?” as she backed away and he slid out of her.
He nodded. She took off the condom and placed her face in front of his massive member, then grabbed it and jerked it hard until he splashed her face with his semen.
Then he was finished and drying himself off and handing her paper towels to wipe off her face.
“Satisfied?” she asked. Now she was smirking.
“One hundred percent,” he said, and she was pleased to hear none of the cockiness in his voice that she'd noted before. She'd tamed another one. Men were all alike, once you licked their dicks.
Another knock came at the door. “Are you okay in there?” This time the voice sounded more official; obviously an attendant.
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