Undercover Obsession

by BJ Wane

  Unfortunately, no contact had been made with Pasquino, the man they were determined to use Charles to bring into custody, if he was still alive, which she simply refused to believe. She always knew she came in second to his business in his life, but Piper never thought the man who had so faithfully visited her overseas up until those last few months cared so little for her that he would simply drop out of her life without any contact for so long, not if he could help it.

  Shifting against Brody, she tightened her arm around his waist as she nestled her thigh over his, his longer, harder frame a big comfort to her as she contemplated how far she had told both him and Ian she was willing to go to prove Charles wasn’t still living. She vividly recalled the scenes at the last private party on the thirty-fifth floor she had witnessed, the arousal she had felt watching various decadent activities she had only read or dreamt about. Now, the plan was not only for Brody and Ian to get into Pasquino’s party, but for her to accompany them as a paid escort, one expected to participate willingly, eagerly to whatever demands they made. It would be what Pasquino expected and while the thought of what they might do, in public, turned her on, she didn’t know if she would enjoy it faced with the man responsible for killing her beloved adoptive father. She couldn’t escape the worry and fear he was the one responsible for her disappearance.

  “Go to sleep, Piper, and quit worrying, neither Ian nor I will let anything happen to you. We’re well covered,” Brody assured her, her small tense body giving away her thoughts.

  “What happens if you don’t get asked upstairs tomorrow night?” Would the angst from this whole trip be for nothing? On one hand, Piper would be happy to return home tomorrow without going through with attending that party, but on the other, she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she didn’t do what she could to help, even in such a small, insignificant way, bring down the man who had killed Charles.

  “Pasquino’s ego is about the size of this casino and hotel put together. Our source assures us he won’t be able to pass up inviting his nemesis’s former bodyguards, a blatant attempt to make Charles wonder if he was going to follow up with a job offer. We’re not sure if Charles became aware that we were feds before he slipped away, but we are sure Pasquino doesn’t know.” Pasquino would’ve let something slip by now if he knew his money man had been made and was under such personal surveillance, Carlos assured them, just as he had sworn that Pasquino had never hinted at knowing anything about Piper, which was why he had allowed her to threaten her way into accompanying them.

  As if she read his mind, she asked, “You don’t think he was behind those missing days, do you?”

  “We could be wrong, but no. He hasn’t even hinted that he knows about you, and our colleague swears he wouldn’t have simply returned you safely to your cabin if his plot backfired and brought us instead of Charles. Now, go to sleep. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day.”

  Ian met them in the hall the next morning, his surly ‘it’s about time’ making Brody wonder what he was so out of sorts about. “Get up on the wrong side of the bed?” he asked as they walked down the carpeted hall to the elevators.

  “No, it was the noises coming from my adjoining room that kept me up half the night that’s responsible for my mood. Deal with it.” His cock had been so hard listening to those two, Ian had no choice but to wrap his hand around it and pump himself to climax. But it was the memory of Haley’s slim body moving under and over him that he jerked off to, the feel of her pussy wrapped around his cock that had his balls drawing up tautly and her soft, breathless cries as she came, over and over, that he ejaculated to. He had never had trouble putting a woman out of his mind once he left her bed before, and that he hadn’t been able to do so with Haley just pissed him off as much as how much he wanted to fuck her again.

  “It seems you’re the one having trouble dealing with something.” Piper knew he had spent Friday night with Haley and knew Haley had loved every minute of it. She was grateful to Ian for being the one to pull Haley back into enjoying sexual pleasure, but she worried that Haley had stronger feelings for Ian than she’s admitted, and Ian was about as much a staying man as Brody was.

  “Anyone ever tell you you have a smart mouth?” Ian smiled down at her as they exited the elevator into the casino and headed toward the huge buffet he couldn’t wait to dig into.

  “Yeah,” she sighed without an inkling of remorse. “Several people. I ignored them.”

  “I like your smart mouth,” Brody told her as he held a chair out for her at one of the few remaining empty tables in the casino’s largest restaurant.

  “You would.” Ian ordered a Bloody Mary then didn’t wait for either of them as he headed straight for the buffet determined to put all thoughts of sex and Haley out of his mind.

  It was mid-afternoon when both Brody and Ian were seated at a twenty-one table and were approached by two men, one of Hispanic descent in his middle thirties, about their age, the other a rather pale looking older man with cold blue eyes. Piper had been standing behind Brody, simply watching the play, but when those cold blue eyes came to rest on her face, she inched closer to his back, the man making her decidedly uncomfortable.

  “Brody, Ian, this is my boss, Antony Pasquino.”

  “You used to work for Charles Sandoval I hear,” Pasquino wasted no time saying as he shook their hands. “Hear from him lately?”

  The casual way he inserted the inquiry was belied by the man’s stiff posture and the way his lip curled over Charles’s name. “Not since he took a few rounds upstairs several years ago. Ruined a damn good party.” Brody stood in front of Piper, shielding her as best as he could from the other man’s shrewd gaze.

  “Let me make it up to you by inviting you to join me tonight. If all goes well, I’ll be taking over the Empire in a year or two and will be able to use a few extra hands who know the ropes.”

  Not wanting to sound too eager, Brody turned to Ian, asking, “What do you think? Want to skip the private game and play tonight instead?” He made up the game quickly knowing Ian would have no trouble following along.

  Ian shrugged as if either option was fine with him. “There’ll be another game tomorrow or the next night.” Turning to Pasquino, he accepted the offer. “You providing entertainment or do we bring our own?” He let his look shift to Piper, his meaning clear. Brody stiffened next to him, which was why Ian pushed to include her. The less baggage Brody had to deal with when this was over the better for all three of them.

  “Paid pieces only, willing to do as told.” Cocking his head, Pasquino looked at the young woman stepping out from behind Brody’s back, wondering where he had seen her before. “Have we met?” he asked abruptly, his tone rude.

  “Not that I recall,” Piper managed to answer without inflection despite the instant hatred she felt for the man. Unable to keep from getting a dig in, she added, “Then again, there have been so many men, the faces and the bodies do tend to blur after a while.”

  Pasquino narrowed his eyes for a brief, menacing second then shifted his cold look to Ian and Brody. “Make sure she learns some respect before tonight. Carlos.”

  The two of them left without a backward glance and not by a word or look did Carlos, Brody or Ian let on they knew each other aside from the introduction, but Piper suspected Carlos was their source.

  “Damn it, Piper, it’s not smart to goad the man.” Brody felt like shaking her, but doubted it would do any good. He’d much rather vent his worry and frustration on Pasquino and hoped he got the chance tonight.

  “I promise I’ll be good tonight,” she told him just to set his mind at ease. Truthfully, she didn’t know if she could be around Pasquino for very long without either throwing up in fear of the man or using her nails to wipe that sneer off his face.

  “See that you are,” Ian answered for Brody. “We have enough to deal with without you stirring things up.” Ian walked away, still surprised at how angry he had become out of fear for Piper. He had become fond of Brody’
s girl, and would regret it until his dying day if something happened to her because he had talked Brody into letting her come this weekend.

  Brody was thinking along those same lines as he and Piper left the casino to get ready for tonight. With feds and cops stationed in and out of the casino, the odds of anyone getting away or hurting her were slim, especially with both of them sticking to her side all night. But good odds weren’t guarantees. They did verify one important fact from that meeting. Pasquino didn’t know who Piper was, something that was in their favor despite still leaving them in the dark about her disappearance.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Entering the thirty-fifth floor suite flanked by Brody and Ian helped ease Piper’s nerves and for the first time she didn’t resent their hovering. The large room was exactly as she remembered, sofas and chairs spread about, floor to ceiling windows along one wall giving a spectacular view of the star studded night and brightly lit skyscrapers along the boardwalk, a small bar set in the far corner and soft, muted music being drowned out by the sound of people talking and, occasionally, voices crying out in sexual pleasure. Her response at seeing the open sexuality that reminded her of Charles’s party that she had crashed was the same despite the underlying risks involved tonight. Excitement hummed through her veins as she watched a man casually reach over and release his escort’s breasts from her black satin bra without stopping his discussion with the three other men he was conversing with. The woman, a tall redhead with full breasts, seemed eager to have him touching her, her gasp audible as the man gave one light pink nipple a hard twist.

  Two men were seated side by side on a couch, already enjoying blowjobs from the women kneeling between their legs. Piper couldn’t take her eyes off the sight of their bobbing heads and busy hands, the way they knelt there with their nipples showcased in cutout bras and their pussies on display in crotchless panties. When a tug on their hair from the men made them switch places and cocks, she knew they had done this before.

  “Okay,” Ian said, his gaze on the women’s bare asses, “Now I see the point of crotchless panties.”

  Brody thought the green satiny thong he had helped Piper into was sexier, leaving something to both the imagination and to look forward to uncovering, but he’d have to be a eunuch not to get turned on by the sight before them. “Try to keep your eyes in your head and remember we’re here for a reason,” he told Ian dryly, their gazes locking over Piper’s head.

  “We still have to fit in and you know it.”

  “Maybe sooner than later.” Brody watched Pasquino break away from a small group of people and head their way, his eyes curious on Piper again, which made him nervous. Grabbing Piper’s hand he gave it a squeeze before letting go and greeting the drug lord. “Pasquino. Thanks for the invite.”

  Antony Pasquino coolly greeted Sandoval’s ex-bodyguards, his attention on their escort as he once again tried to remember where he had seen her before. Her black hair and vivid green eyes were very attractive as were the curves he could detect beneath the clinging camisole she wore above her thong, but it was the nagging suspicion that he had seen that face before that held his attention. Irritated that he couldn’t place that face, he told Brody, “Enjoy your evening. Maybe we’ll talk later.”

  “Well, that was short and sweet,” Ian remarked as Pasquino rejoined his small group, his eyes now more interested in watching the two women in the midst of several men kissing and kneading each other’s breasts. “I need a drink.”

  “Let’s head that way and then we’ll have to start participating.” Brody looked down at Piper, seeing if she knew what he meant, which, by the way her eyes lit up, she did.

  “I’m fine, Brody,” she assured him. Even though she wasn’t sure about how far she wanted to go publicly, she was excited enough to want to indulge in a little exhibitionistic foreplay.

  “We just have to take it far enough to be convincing. Ian and I have to keep focused, and that’s hard to do around you, darlin’.”

  “I’m glad to hear that.”

  Brody reached down and fondled Piper’s exposed buttocks as he and Ian struck up a conversation with the bartender and was proud of the way she responded, acted like she was used to being touched in front of strangers. In fact, she responded almost too convincingly, her pointed nipples plainly visible through the thin top and her shifting hips against his hand made it difficult for him to concentrate on their conversation with the bartender as he poured their drinks. He did manage to stay focused enough to learn he was a new employee at the Empire and was enjoying his job. After a few more minutes talking about the casino, Brody knew the bartender hadn’t heard any information about either Pasquino or Sandoval that could be useful. Still, it hadn’t hurt to try. Usually bartenders knew everything about everyone, but this one was too new to have been privy to much gossip yet.

  “Time to mingle,” Ian said as they moved away from the bar. Other than a few of the high rolling spenders that Charles had befriended and who were now guests of Pasquino’s, they didn’t know anyone here, which would make it easier to simply listen in.

  “Remember Piper, you’re a woman on the clock, paid to do whatever we want,” Brody reminded her as they started to mingle.

  “Got it,” she said with confidence. Piper didn’t think she’d have any trouble if he kept touching her. Knowing there were eyes on Brody’s hand caressing her bare cheeks coupled with the feel of him fondling her ass had its usual effect and she was pleasantly aroused, her excitement working to keep her mind off Pasquino.

  Either Brody or Ian had their hands on her as they moved around the room, stopping to chat with people or to simply stop and watch whatever sexual act they were engaged in, their constant fondling of her ass, the way one would casually slip a hand under her top to caress her breasts or slip a finger down between her buttocks to lightly graze her anus and her slit, kept both her arousal and her confidence high. That confidence was tested a few minutes later when Brody, in the middle of a heated debate about sports with a small group, reached down and cupped his hand around one exposed buttock again before giving her a sharp smack, the sudden sting making her jump. Quickly, she remembered her place and turned liquid eyes up to him as she shifted her ass against his hand. Her response didn’t have to be feigned as her body reacted the way it always did when he spanked her. When Ian reached down and started fondling her other cheek, she kept her eyes averted from the other men and two women in the small group, her arousal building so quickly she was having trouble controlling it. She suspected most of the women here tonight faked their responses, and were damn good at it, just as she suspected most of the men could care less whether their partner was pleasured or not as long as they were. She knew Brody and Ian had to remain detached enough to keep alert, but if she got this turned on from some simple ass play and a light swat, there was no way she was going to stay focused on anything except climaxing. It was a good thing she wasn’t an undercover FBI agent, she thought ruefully.

  Brody didn’t like the way one of them men was looking at Piper, namely from the neck down, but that was to be expected. Her breasts were barely visible through the thin low cut top, just enough of their shape and size to make a man want to see the barrier removed. Fondling her ass was having its usual effect on him, and, if he wasn’t mistaken, on Ian, but he could handle his arousal. It was others he was worried about.

  “Why don’t you give us a better look at those tits, girl.”

  Even though she knew it was coming, the request from the guy who had been staring at her breasts since they joined their group still took Piper by surprise and she couldn’t help glaring at him for his rude crudeness even though she planned to do as he asked. When she hesitated, Brody stepped in for her.

  “Lower your top, darlin’. Show us what you’ve got for us.” Any of these other women would’ve looked at this jerk as a temporary boss and done his bidding without hesitation. Thankfully, he had been expecting Piper to act normally by glaring at him instead of meekly obeyin
g.

  Hearing him calling her darlin’ in that slow, toe curling drawl made it easier for Piper to do as instructed. Keeping her eyes downcast, she pretended it was just Brody and Ian watching her as she lowered the thin straps of the camisole and let it drop around her waist. The exposure made her nipples tighten even more and the feel of all those eyes on her made her pussy swell with cream. Now she was thankful more than ever for the experiences Brody and Ian had subjected her to. Their sexual encounters had unknowingly prepared her for tonight, the risks of being seen making it easier to stand here half naked in front of strangers, her off the chart responses to everything they exposed her to making it easier to accept the arousal she felt from both watching and now participating in their hedonistic exhibitions.

  “Very nice. They even look real.”

  Before they realized the man’s intent, he reached out and squeezed Piper’s breast, digging his fingers into the soft flesh before she gasped and lifted her arm to knock his hand aside. “They paid to touch me, you didn’t,” Piper snapped, her breast sporting the red imprints from his fingers.

  “I see you haven’t done anything to teach her some respect,” Pasquino stated coldly behind them.

  Brody reined in his temper and saw that Ian was struggling to do so also. If Piper hadn’t reacted so swiftly, he would have. His response would have been acceptable to any man who wanted to keep a woman for himself, at least for the time he had paid for. Piper’s response, he knew had angered Pasquino, who seemed to have a distaste for women in general. Turning to face him, he said as smoothly as possible, “We spent a lot of money to book her for the weekend and don’t want to share. Your friend can wait and schedule some time with her when we’re through with her.” He felt Piper stiffen and reached out to squeeze her arm warningly. Hopefully she knew he omitted her name to keep her identity a secret as much as possible and the rest was cover.