My phone instantly notified me of a new message.
Yeah buddy, just at the bar. What’s up?
Meet me at the Sparrow in 20 minutes. Poker room.
I hit send and walked to my car.
When I entered the Sparrow it was still hopping with people. Most were so drunk they could barely stand, some were being held up by friends and a lot of people were still crowding the tables. Bill after bill was being thrown down to the dealers. It was a beautiful sight to behold.
I walked to the high steaks room and pushed open the door. Cal was already there with a drink in his hand.
“What’s up man? It’s 2:00 in the morning. I was just about to call it a night and go bury my cock in Fantasy.”
I grabbed a beer from the bar and sat down beside Cal.
“I need you to reconsider Suarez’s offer.” I said.
“What the fuck? Is this a joke?” he was very clearly in disbelief.
“I wish it were. He is up to something and I think we need to get ahead of him before we are in a bad way.”
“Tell me what you got?”
“You remember the other night, the girl on the phone I was telling you about?” I asked him before taking a pull from my beer.
“Yeah. Said you asked Pedro for the best phone call of your life. What has that got to do with anything?”
“That’s right. I wanted to sample what he had before he came banging on our doors with all his whores. We all know since Richard split to Reno there is a line-up of pimps wanting to pass their women around. So I called him and asked for the best, ya know, sample what he had, get ahead of him.”
“Okay, yeah, makes sense.” He was waiting for me to get to the point. I was about to drop a bomb on him.
“You know Alana, his associate he sent today?”
“Sure. Hard to forget. Big tits, rocking body and a mouth that most men would dream to have wrapped around their dicks. So what?”
“It was her Cal. She was the girl on the call. Tell me how in the hell it is not a coincidence that she showed up here the next day for a meeting in his place?” I asked carefully.
The color slowly started to drain from Cal’s face. I watched as his mind was trying to piece together what I was telling him.
He rose and started pacing the room. “So, that fucking wetback is targeting us then? What is his end game?” He was thinking out loud.
“I don’t know what it is, but I don’t think he intended it to go like that. I am the one that called him and asked him for the best call girl he had. And he produced. I won’t deny that.” My attention had drifted toward Alana. I kept thinking of how good her pussy felt clenched around my cock.
“Don’t tell me you fucked her bro.” he was staring at me in disbelief.
“Fuck you, you are not allowed to judge me after your dealings with our good friend Richard. How is Fantasy by the way?” I spat at him.
He raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, Alright. Fair enough. So what do you think we should do?”
“Call him for another meeting to discuss the terms. I had James do some digging on Alana and I don’t think she is exactly what we thought she was.”
“So what, not one of his whores?” Cal asked.
“Exactly. I think he is blackmailing her, but for what, I don’t know.” I was completely at a loss as to what Pedro would have on Alana. Granted, I didn’t know a thing about her aside from what James had found, but my gut was telling me that this something was off.
“When do you want to have this meeting? Aren’t you leaving in a couple of hours?”
“Make it 3 days from today.”
“Alright man. Are you sure about this? I mean you don’t even know this woman.”
“Positive” I gave him a slap on the back and started upstairs to pack leaving him sitting there even more confused than he was 10 minutes prior.
Chapter 9
When I was finally able to open my eyes the mid-morning sun was filling my apartment. I had slept for close to 12 hours.
Last night’s events were on replay in my mind. His touch was so firm and taking, but so gentle. His eyes turned immensely green when he was extremely turned on and his voice dropped down to a deep and menacing whisper. Every moment with him last night was like something out of a fairy tale.
I stretched lazily and realize that I had fallen asleep on the couch. I rolled onto my side and saw the note. I don’t know when he left me. I was in no capacity last night to even say goodbye.
I will be in touch Alana
I was more than a little disappointed. That was it. ‘I will be in touch’. No thank-you, no - that was fun and no phone number. How stupid can I possibly be? At least he didn’t leave an envelope full of cash beside the note.
Wait, did he? I sat up and looked at the table. There was nothing there except a few magazines and an empty glass. I was feeling so ashamed of my actions that I got up and scoured my whole apartment just to be sure he didn’t leave me cash. That would have been the ultimate insult.
I am not a prostitute. I have never and will never take any money for sex.
I grabbed my house coat and walked to my bed. My heart almost fell out of my chest when I realized I had turned them off.
I was scrambling for the power button on the second phone, the newer of the two when the first one started ringing in my hand.
“Hello” I answered it before the first ring had even finished.
“PUTA! Where the fuck have you been?” Pedro’s voice roared over the phone.
“I’m sorry, the batteries died.” I lied.
“Don’t fucking lie to me bitch! They have been off all night!” I don’t think I have ever heard him this angry.
“Pedro, I am sorry. I-“ he cut me off yet again.
“Who are you fucking Puta? Hmm, who has been sticking his cock into my property?”
I was appalled. I have never been his property. He has never said that to me.
“TELL ME NOW!” He was getting louder. I had to turn the volume on my phone down.
“No? No you don’t want to tell me? Will you tell me after I chop your son up into little tiny pieces and mail them to you and your Mama and Papa?” he was serious. His voice was that of a lunatic.
“Please don’t hurt him Pedro!” I wailed into the phone.
“TELL ME”
“It was Chris” I surrendered into the line.
“Chris? Christopher Bryan?” his laughter filled my ear. “Maybe you don’t need to be trained to be a Puta after all.” He spat.
“Pedro please, let me talk to Alejandro.”
“No. You disobeyed me again by turning off your phones.”
“Pedro, please.” I was wailing into my phone before dropping to my knees.
“I am coming home tonight. You and I have a meeting with Cal and Chris on Friday. I don’t know what you did to change their minds Alana, but they are ready to talk business. Don’t fuck this up. If Chris calls you, you are to be everything he wants you to be. Do you understand?”
“Yes” I whispered. “I understand”
“Good. I need you to find out everything you can about Chris’s airline. I need to know how many planes he has, how big they are, where they fly to and most importantly what hangar at the airport he uses.” Pedro instructed.
“I don’t understand Pedro. He is just a friend of Cal’s.” I really was confused.
“You stupid girl. Do some research on Chris Bryan before I get back.”
“Can I see Alejandro when you are back Pedro? Please, it has been months.” I begged him. I was literally on my knees begging him.
“The boy will be staying in Mexico.” His tone was so casual.
“What? No Pedro, he can’t stay there! Bring him home! Please Pedro.”
“He is home Puta.”
The line went dead.
I couldn’t keep waking up like this. Every morning was a new form of torture. Every moment it felt like Alejandro was getting farther and farther away fro
m me.
The best part of my life the last few months has been Christopher.
Christopher..
I grabbed my phone, opened up my internet browser and typed in ‘Christopher Bryan’
The list of results was enormous. Who was this man?
I clicked on the second link from the top and waited for the web page to open. My jaw hit the floor the moment it did.
‘Christopher Bryan – Billionaire Playboy buys fleet of Boeings.’ The article was from 3 years ago.
At the age of 29 he amassed such a fortune on the stock market, buying and trading that he was able to buy a fleet of jets. His airline launched two years ago and has been expanding ever since.
He also owns a large number of helicopters for touring and provides funding and research to the military by way of proprietary designs for new helicopters and jets.
On top of all this he is an equal, but silent partner with Cal Wyatt here in Vegas. The two of them own a string of hotels in this city and are looking at expanding to the coasts.
My mind was blank. How could this man, a multi-billionaire be interested in anyone like me? I am poor Mexican trash compared to the circles he no doubt runs with.
I closed the browser and set my phone on the table and crawled into my bed. I allowed the tears of the past two days flow freely. I allowed myself to relive every moment of pleasure, pain and heartache as I drifted into a restless slumber.
Chapter 10
It was early evening when I arrived in Belize. The flight was calming and peaceful. It provided me with just enough time and serenity to clear my mind.
By the time I landed, I had radioed my crew and told them to have my jet re-fueled and ready for departure in 3 hours. I had to get back to Vegas and see Alana. I had to touch her again and taste her sweetness on my tongue. I also needed to figure out exactly who Pedro Suarez was to her.
I only needed a couple hours of sleep to fly back. I used the extra hour to cancel my meetings and excursions I had planned for the 5 days I was supposed to be there. I had my yachts crew move my boat back into the dock and unload it, donating any food purchases to the local orphanage.
When all was said and done I was back in the air and set to land in Vegas late in the evening.
I decided to call Alana and have her meet me at the airport.
“Hello?” her voice was husky and groggy when she answered.
“Did I wake you?” a smile was tugging at my mouth.
“Christopher? I must have fallen asleep again. I didn’t expect to hear from you.”
“What do you mean? Did you think I was just going to fuck you and run away?” I was slightly perturbed by her assumption.
“Actually, yes.” she whispered.
“Meet me at the airport tonight at 10:30. Hangar 18. My associate James will pick you up. Oh and Alana, don’t assume you think you know me again.”
“Yes sir” followed by the click of the line going dead.
***
When I landed in Vegas that sun had long since set, but the night was still blistering warm. I had spoken with James a few hours ago informing him of my plans with Alana. She should be arriving any moment.
I waited patiently in the hangar until I heard the sound of a car pull up.
Moments later, the door leading in opened slowly and I watched as Alana stepped in.
She was wearing a coral pink dress. Just as form fitting as her yellow one from nights earlier, but this one had a plunging neck line that barely held her generous breasts in place.
Each step she took towards me her tits jiggled from side to side. My cock instantly hungry was threating to pop the button from my jeans.
I met her half way and placed my hand on her hips grabbing her and rubbing my erection against her stomach.
Her eyes showed her surprise as crimson painted her face.
I leaned down and matched my lips to hers. Prying them open with my tongue. She was all too willing to let me in.
I was twirling my tongue around hers, when she grabbed my tongue with her lips and sucked.
A loud feral noise escaped my lips as I picked her up and carried her up the steps of my private jet.
My hands were holding her ass while my tongue continued assaulting hers.
One shift of my hands and I instantly felt her wetness through her dress.
“Fuck Alana, you are so wet already”
I didn’t give her a chance to respond before I had her spread wide open for me in my pilots chair.
I could see her sex dripping with anticipation. I couldn’t stop myself. I moved as quickly as I could to get my lips in her pussy. Her musk was sweet and caused my dick to grow even harder. I spread her lips open with my tongue and started thrusting it in and out of her hole. She was moaning and writhing while running her fingers through my hair.
I lifted one of her legs and placed it across my shoulder so that I could go deeper. I couldn’t seem to get enough of her. She was my drug, my sweet addiction.
Her leg went up with ease as I noticed she had opened her other leg even farther apart. I stopped for a moment and looked at her raising an eyebrow.
“I used to be a gymnast” she said huskily.
“Fuck” I growled as I dove back in. My tongue was fucking her as hard as it could.
“Grab your tits Alana.” I ordered between thrusts.
“Yes sir” her eyes glinted cheekily.
I had to take a break and unzip my pants to let my cock out. It is hard to believe that I had my dick buried up to the hilt in her less than 24 hours ago. My balls were so tight they were starting to hurt. I needed to come.
I could feel her orgasm building between the involuntary clenches of her pussy around my tongue. Each one lasting a little longer than the last.
It didn’t take me much more than a few more thrusts before she was coming all over my face. She was delicious.
“Take your dress off and lay on the floor” I demanded.
Again she did as she was told without hesitation. This was a good woman. She is going to be my undoing. I can already see that.
She removed her dress and laid spread wide open for me on the floor of the cockpit.
It was a beautiful sight to behold. I will never be able to fly this plane again and not picture her lying there waiting for me.
“Hold your tits together”
She grabbed her tits and pushed them together. I knelt down over top of her and placed my dick between her tits.
They were so warm and soft. Pre-come instantly began leaking out of me and dripping onto her chest.
She was wanting. I could see it in her eyes that she wanted my cock in her mouth. Too bad I thought, because I want to see my come dripping off of her face.
I started fucking her tits, rocking back and forth. She instinctively started pinching her nipples and moaning at the sensations.
I was lost in her beauty. I had a gorgeous woman under me with no fear of touching herself. My dick started twitching and I could feel my balls tightening.
“Alana” I whispered
“Yes sir?”
That was all it took. To hear sir roll off her tongue while she was pinching her nipples while my cock was buried deep in her tits. I came hard and fast. I closed my eyes and rode out my orgasm while listening to Alana moan underneath me.
When I opened my eyes, my heart nearly stopped. She was laying there with my come dripping from her lips and down her breasts. Her tongue was darting around greedily licking what she could of me. It was the most beautiful site I have ever seen.
I stood up and offered her my hand. “Sit down” I said pointing to the captains chair.
She did as she was told and sat down. This time though she didn’t try to cover herself up.
“Spread your legs open Alana”
Again she did as she was told. Her legs opened wide and I could see her glorious pussy, still wet from her orgasm.
“Make yourself come Alana” I ordered.
“Sir, I, I c
an’t” embarrassment rolled up her cheeks.
“Yes Alana, you can and you will. Now.” my tone left no room for arguing.
She immediately cast her eyes down and slowly moved her fingers to spread her folds.
I watched as she ever so gently circled her clit and on occasion allow a finger or two to enter her pussy.
She let out a small moan while her cheeks were still flush.
“Fuck yourself Alana, show me what you like”
She looked up at me through hooded eyes and smiled shyly. She grabbed her tit with her free hand raised it to her mouth. She was able to suck her own nipple while riding her hands.
My breath hitched in my throat as I watched her work her pussy beautifully while her tongue darted out and licked her nipple.
I was so hard again. I instinctively began stroking my dick. It was like I was watching a pornography live.
Her fingers started to pick up speed as I watched her pussy show the first signs of an orgasm. Small clenches causing her wetness to overflow.
I was stroking my cock even faster. I was so close to losing control again.
She let out a scream as her pussy clenched around her fingers. My dick exploded in my hands and my screams joined hers.
It was an amazing moment.
When we were finally satisfied and dressed again I had to know about Pedro.
“Alana, what is Pedro to you?”
Her face went pale and her eyes widened. She was terrified.
“Please don’t Christopher.” She begged me.
“I need to know Alana. I need to know how he came into your life and why he has your son.” I did it, I just laid all my cards out on the table.
“How do you know about Alejandro?” tears were starting to fill her eyes.
“I had to know who you were Alana. I had to know more about you so I had one of my investigators look into you further.”
“You were spying on me?” her face became pained.
“No. Alana I am a very wealthy man. I had to know if meeting you was by chance or if it was engineered. And right now it appears as though it was engineered by Pedro.” I kept my voice calm and quiet so I wouldn’t scare her.
She buried her face in her hands and began to sob. Deep sobs wracking her whole body.
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