Teaser Tuesday (The Billionaires Temptations Book 2)

by Wells, Annalise

  “Here you go Sir, your drink,” the waiter says.

  He places my glass on the table and quickly vanishes.

  I lift my head from looking at the menu and watch the start of the show. The girls look sexy, but they are no match for Cally. She's from the same mold as Shona, and there are not many like them in the world.

  My eyes become fixed on the stage. I lift my glass. Something catches my eye. A used chocolate wrapper. Where the hell?

  Cally, you little minx! Cheeky as…

  A sweet reminder of last night in the motel. A chocolate wrapper with a big lipstick mark on the front of it. I'll show her. Hopefully later. I'll show her for real.

  Beau and Joseph have designed this place too well. How the hell am I supposed to find this guy when all these pods are secluded? They are perfect for private dances, but they are shit when you're trailing someone.

  I need Cally, and she'll have to be told what’s going on.

  I push the button for the waiter service.

  “Yes Sir, can I get you anything?” he asks.

  “Another drink, and can you ask Cally to come to me please?” I ask.

  “Sure, no problem Beau,” he says.

  “Ty, I'm Ty,” I say as his face reddens with embarrassment.

  I continue to watch the show, and I hear a voice.

  “You rang,” Cally says as she pokes her head around the corner.

  “Don’t fuck around, come and sit down,” I say sharply.

  I can see her expression change. She has gone from the ‘happy-go-lucky girl’ to the ‘what the fuck did he just say?’ girl.

  “I'm sorry for that little outburst, I'm just a bit pissed,” I reply.

  “Apology accepted, and what’s your problem?”

  I look Cally directly in the eyes, “I can trust you?” I ask.

  “Of course, you can, Shona was asking about our little trip. I never mentioned your place,” I reply sitting next to him.

  “Good girl. I have to find this guy,” I explain.

  I pull a photo from my pocket and show it to Cally. I explain that he is big in distributing the Kisses tabs.

  “I'll have a scout about and let you know,” Cally says getting up again. Fuck she smells divine.

  “What would I do without you?” I say smiling.

  “You would masturbate into your damn t-shirts that’s what!” Cally says laughing.

  I pick the chocolate bar wrapper up and wave it at her.

  “Later, you just watch,” I reply as I slap her on the ass.

  “Oh, no touching, house rules,” she replies laughing as she walks off.

  I continue to watch the show as Cally roams around for me. I begin to think about her and what we said earlier. Is she really dating material? And was I sure she could keep all of this secret? I was pretty damn sure it was a “yes” on both accounts.

  Cally comes back after around forty minutes and sits next to me. She's all red in the face and out of breath.

  “What happened to you?” I ask.

  “Phew, I have just been dancing,” she replies breathless.

  “Back in the game then?” I say smiling.

  “It hasn’t been that long, and I'm out of condition,” Cally says.

  “Did you see the guy?” I ask.

  “Oh. Yeah. He’s in pod twenty-four. There was another guy with him and two of the girls,” Cally explains.

  “Shit, who is the other guy? Maybe he has something to do with his business,” I say.

  “You want a picture of him?” Cally asks.

  “I wish I could; it's just too awkward with these pods,” I reply in truth.

  Cally smiles at me and puts her hand on my leg rubbing me.

  “How well do you know Joseph?” she asks.

  “Quite well, I guess. I mean he is my brother.”

  “And what is his job?” Cally asks as she rubs her hand closer to my crotch.

  “Security, and other things,” I say smiling.

  “It's obvious you don’t know him that well. Look up at the rivets in the fabric,” Cally explains.

  “Yeah, so what?” I ask.

  Cally leans closer to me and kisses me on the cheek, “Spy camera,” she murmurs.

  “Well I’ll be fucked,” I reply shocked. I didn’t see them properly.

  “I can get you a print off in the office. I just have to run through the tape,” Cally says.

  “Fantastic, can you do it later, Cally?”

  “When we close so the recording finishes,” she explains.

  “My job is done then thanks to you,” I say smiling.

  “You just need something to do for a few hours,” Cally says.

  “Any suggestions?” I ask.

  “I can do a few dances in here if you like, or go out the back?” she coos. Fuck she’s perfect when her cheeks are flushed.

  “Well a dance or two may be a nice distraction for the time being,” I say smiling. My cock is already hard.

  “Okay, let’s get this party started,” Cally says biting her bottom lip to tease me.

  I slide along the red leather seat and position myself by the dancing end. I rest my head and place my hands on my legs. Cally reaches into the pod and pushes the button, the speaker bursts into life and plays some very slow, seductive, soul music.

  She wiggles her hips and runs her hands over her curves. Her hair covers her face. Cally pulls her dress from her shoulders and slides it down over her body. She bends over and raises her head. she is biting her lip again as she looks at me through her hair.

  She runs her hands up her beautiful legs as she stands before me. She steps forward and pulls my hand away from my leg. Her foot taps mine and my legs widen. She lowers her body and sits on my thigh. Fuck, I can smell her sweet perfume as she pushes her breasts closer to my face. She gyrates her hips on my leg in time to the slow, pounding music. I can feel myself becoming aroused as she pops the front clasp of her bra. Her nipples are inches from my face.

  Fuck, I would love to taste her, but house rules… no touching.

  Cally smiles at me and stands. Her fingers slip inside her panties as she pulls them to the floor. She steps close again and sits on my leg. I can smell the muskiness of her warm, wet pussy.

  Jesus, she is too much…

  She raises her hands and cups her breasts; her thumbs rub at her budding nipples. I can feel my cock growing like lead inside my pants as she rubs her arousal over my pants.

  “Sweet Jesus, you're on fire,” I murmur.

  “See why I came back on the floor?” she whispers.

  “I feel so fucking horny right now,” I say feeling my breath quicken.

  “That’s what it’s all about,” she replies moving slow.

  Cally grabs my hand and places it on her breast; the warmth of her soft skin, against my firm hand.

  “House rules?” I ask.

  “I am the house, remember?” she whispers into my ear.

  I rub my finger over her hardening nipples; I pinch them between my fingers. Cally flicks her head back and her long hair brushes my face as it flies over her shoulders. Her back arches and her nipple is close to my mouth. My tongue reaches and touches her skin.

  “Mmm,” Cally coos.

  I flick my tongue over her nipples as she rests her hands on my shoulders. I can feel the warmth of her pussy; her hips gyrate as her sex rubs my pants again.

  Cally smiles and lowers her hand. She rubs my crotch with gusto. My cock begins to harden under her touch.

  So much for house rules. Fuck!

  I run my hands over her body. Cally lifts herself from my leg. I rub my fingers over her warm pussy and slide my finger deep inside her. I must finger-fuck her.

  I can feel her moist pussy as she moves with the music. Her hips push her hips harder onto my probing fingers. Oh, fuck it’s good.

  “Ty, oh baby,” she whispers into my ear.

  The warmth of her body flows over my fingers. Her budded clit rubs against my thumb. Cally squeezes m
y shoulder; her nails dig deep into my skin.

  “Fuck. Ty, are we going back to your place later?” she asks.

  “If that is what you want,” I know I do.

  “Hell yeah,” Cally replies.

  Her hips rock and she pushes herself harder on my fingers. I can feel her juices flowing as the music slowly comes to an end.

  “Dance over! Oooh, you are my Teaser Tuesday Boy!” Cally whispers as she kisses me on the cheek.

  I sit there, my cock hard as rock and I have to wait until the club closes.

  Cally begins to dress again, “Enjoy the shows; I'll be back.”

  Fuck…

  “THE Club!”

  Cally

  “Working girls have all the fun!”

  My first night back on the floor had been a sort of a success. I had three traditional forgettable dances with a few regular Johns and one steamy sexual encounter with Ty. He was on reconnaissance and was sort of staking some guy out who was supposed to be distributing these Kisses pills that were flooding the streets. I’d told Ty I could grab a screen shot from the pod of the guy and his compadre for the evening.

  The crowd in the club began to thin. The live shows had finished. And the rooms in the back were slowly coming to the end of their busy evening. I slowly walked back through the pods, or pleasure islands as Beau always called them, and went to collect Ty.

  I poke my head around the corner, and his pod is empty. Where the fuck have you gone my Teaser Tuesday Boy?

  I look around the club and walk up to the reception of the spa. There is no sign of him anywhere.

  Hmm, has he gone without me?

  I begin to walk back to the office, and I see him walking back from the alleyway at the side of the rooms. Has he been with anyone. Damn, maybe he couldn’t wait to shoot his wad after all?

  Ty sees me and waves; he briskly walks toward me.

  “Where the hell have you been. I have been looking everywhere,” I ask.

  “Oh, you think I have been in a room?” he asks laughing.

  “I don’t know what you're up to!” I reply plainly.

  “Not at all. I caught sight of Joseph when I went to the bathroom. I have just been talking to him,” he replies.

  “You went into his room?” I ask.

  “Of course not, you know he won’t let anyone in there. The less we are aware, the safer it is for us. That’s what Joseph always tells Beau and me,” Ty says laughing.

  “What do you think he is up to?” I ask.

  “It's safer not to ask,” Ty says.

  “We better go and get you this photo,” I say as I pull on Ty’s arm.

  “Yeah, then we can get home,” he replies grinning wildly.

  We walk into the office, and I sit myself at the CCTV recording unit. I switch the views to the pod number where the elusive guy was sat.

  “What time was it when I saw him?” I ask.

  “Eleven thirtyish,” Ty says as he peers at the screens.

  I scroll through the recordings of the evening. We stare at the screen watching.

  “There he is,” Ty says as he points to the screen.

  “Where is the other guy?” I ask.

  “It looks like he came alone and this guy met him,” Ty says.

  “It's not very often guys come in pairs,” I mention.

  “Do you have an overall floor view, so we can see where this guy came from?” Ty says.

  “Hang on; I'll play it on the other screen. I'll get the time and play it backwards.”

  I flick the floor recording to eleven thirty; we could both see the guy clear as anything. I slowly play the tape in reverse. We watch as the man walks in reverse and up to the point of where he enters the club.

  “He talks to no one apart from our guy, it was definitely a meet,” Ty says.

  I was super excited. I was beginning to feel like a private detective or a spy. It was so cool, but as far as I knew, it could be highly dangerous.

  “Grab a screen shot from the pod as close as you can to his face,” Ty says.

  I love his concentrating face.

  I switch back to the first screen and zoom in onto the second guy’s face. I take the screen print.

  “That’s it; our job is done. Time to go home,” I say.

  Ty grabs the picture and stares at the guys face, “Hmm, who is he? I'll have to ask the right people,” he says shaking his head.

  I was still feeling exhilarated from my spying and my first night back on the floor. I was keen to get back to Ty’s place for some more action.

  We left the club and slowly approached his warehouse unit. He pushed the remote, and the shutter began to open. The bike slowly crept into the dim light, as the door closed behind us.

  “You got anything to drink; I need a stiff one?” I ask.

  “Sour mash is in the cupboard,” he replies.

  I open the cabinet and pull out the bottle. Sour mash maybe Ty’s favorite drink, but for me, it tastes like crap. I pour the drinks and top mine up with some soda from the refrigerator.

  I walk around Ty’s place and find myself by his gym equipment. I can see him sticking the picture on his board and standing deep in thought. I walk up behind Ty and wrap my arms around his ripped waist. My head rests on his shoulder.

  “Now is not the time to be worrying about all this,” I whisper seductively.

  “Maybe you're right,” he replies, still tense.

  Ty puts his strong hands on mine and turns me to face him. I can feel him wrap his large arms around me as he pulls me hard into his embrace. He moves his head closer and our lips touch.

  The sparks of passion begin to flow, and I can feel my body wanting him. We passionately kiss; our tongues collide. I feel the strength in his body as he squeezes me tight in his sexy embrace.

  He oozes masculinity. Now, he takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom.

  “Not there, the bedroom is dull,” I murmur.

  Ty looks at me. I nod to his gym equipment.

  “Sporty sex, I like it. and I have some cuffs,” he says smiling.

  Oh. God. Wanting eyes.

  We reach his gym equipment, and I sit on the bench. Our bodies bathed in mild shadows; the dim light casting only half light as the sun goes down. Ty steps closer to me as I tug on his belt. I pull the buckle open and take hold of his zipper. I slowly pull down as Ty lifts his silky black shirt. His dark eyes gazing deeply into mine. The small flicker of light casting the faintest of glints.

  I could see he was in a state of arousal, even before he slipped from his pants. His eyes and his face say it all; he wants me, and I want him.

  Ty steps from his pants; he had not worn shorts. His large cock hung for me. I raise my hand and cup his balls. I caress the soft sagging skin; his cock starts to twitch as he begins to harden under my touch.

  I take the base of his shaft in my fingers and squeeze, the blood pumps through my grasp. His cock hardens with my grip. The head of his cock taut as I tease the slit with the tip of my tongue. Ty quivers, and his legs buckle as he places his hands on my shoulders.

  “Fuck, that’s better than nice,” he says losing his breath.

  I encircle my lips around the hard head of his manhood. I grip tight as I push my head down the length of his shaft. Ty’s fingers dig into my shoulder as I suck his cock deeper, taking him into my throat. He pushes his hips forward as I draw my head back. His saliva-covered cock glistening slightly in the dim light.

  I begin to bob my head quicker. The pulse of his manhood flooding through my gripping lips. My warm mouth embracing his hardness as his erection fills my mouth. I am aroused by this. My pussy is definitely ready for him.

  As I bob my head, I was getting wet and wanted Ty to both taste me and take me. As I sucked his cock I begin slowly popping open the buttons of my blouse. My heaving breasts pushing as I thrust my chest forward. My blouse slips from my shoulders and falls to the floor. Ty runs his hand over my body and slips his fingers inside my bra. The nub of my nipples
hardens under his touch.

  I take hold of the front clasp and pop it open to help him. My breasts fall free as Ty fumbles with my budding nipples. His finger fumbles and pinches at the hardness of my buds. I can feel myself writhing on the bench.

  I slip Ty’s hard cock from my mouth and stand before him. My breasts push against his chest. I reach to the side of my skirt and slip down the zipper. My skirt falls to the floor, and I stand in just my white panties.

  Ty’s hard shaft pushes between our bodies as he holds me in his embrace. I melt in his grip and slowly reach for the elastic on my panties. Ty steps away from me. I run my panties down over the cheeks of my ass and let them drop to the floor.

  I raise my head and wink at Ty, “Are you going to get those cuffs or what?”

  He grins wildly and I feel my body chemically needing him. He’s not like the others.

  “Working girls have all the fun!”

  Ty

  “Fuck yeah. My girl rocks!

  I walk to the drawer and take out my cuffs. I turn back to Cally, and she has moved to the punching bag. Her back is resting against the bag; and she raises her arms above her head and holds the chain.

  I stand closer to her; her naked body rocks against the punch bag.

  “Take me here,” Cally murmurs.

  She's up for it tonight; she'll be sorry.

  I reach up and place the cuffs on her wrist; I pass it behind and then secure Cally’s other wrist, as well. I walk around Cally and look at her naked body; she is standing slightly on the tips of her toes.

  “Are you comfortable,” I ask.

  “Sort of, I can bare it,” she replies.

  I step closer to her and massage her huge breasts, her nipples hard as I take them between my lips. I suck hard and can feel her nubs drawing into my pursed lips. Cally sighs and groans as I tantalize her hardened nipples.

  I softly kiss the skin of her chest and belly; I get to my knees and spread her legs. The crease of her pussy faces me as I place my hands on her thighs. I glide my tongue over the mound of her perfect sex.