by K D Grace
Fulfilling the Contract
Chapter One
Letting his cock do the thinking was never advised, Nick Chase thought as he pulled Tanya – what was her last name? Something Slavic – through the back door of the bar and into the desert swelter in the alley, kissing and groping as he went.
‘Fuck me here,’ she gasped, managing for a split second to take her delicious tongue out of his mouth. ‘Is sexy here, outside. You have the condom, no?’
‘No, I mean yes, I have a condom, but I’m not having sex with you in the alley.’ He grabbed her hand and pulled her around the end of the building. ‘My car’s over here.’ He nodded to the black Lincoln Town Car parked in the shadow of the building.
‘You drive limo?’ she asked. Did he imagine the disappointment in her voice?
‘I own a limo – several, in fact,’ he corrected. What the hell, was he bragging to get laid? How adolescent was that? Was he really that desperate? Forget desperate. It was compensation he was after. The night had gone straight down the crapper early on, and he deserved something nice to make up for it.
His last fare had had a heart attack in the back of his limo while banging a woman half his age. OK, people using his limo for sex was something he didn’t get his boxers in a knot over. This was Vegas. But heart attacks, even minor ones, those were boxer-knotting experiences, experiences that didn’t do his heart a lot of good either! The woman who caused the man’s meltdown had bailed at the first stoplight like they were in some shoot-’em-up film. It might have been funny if she hadn’t left Nick to rush Casanova to the emergency room. There he’d waited until the angry wife arrived several hours – and what would have been several good fares – later. He figured a minor heart attack was nothing compared to what the man would get from his wife when she got him home. Nick didn’t mind being a good Samaritan, but when a man twice his age and three times his weight got a good hard riding in the back of his limo, while he was reduced to slapping the sausage when he actually had time to be horny, it was hard to be sympathetic.
If that wasn’t bad enough, he left the hospital to find that his limo had been towed. By the time he’d found out where it was, paid a taxi to get him there, and paid the fine to release it, he was pissed off, tired, and $300 poorer for his night’s efforts. Feeling pretty damned sorry for himself, he’d stopped at the Mango for a much-needed drink. He couldn’t actually drink anything stronger than a Coke and drive on home, but home was a fair ways yet and, at least, some caffeine was in order. That’s where he met Tanya. She was a busty blonde with eyes the colour of toffee and a sexy Slavic accent that stirred him right in the crotch area. She sat down on the stool next to him, offering him a kick-ass smile as she ordered a Cosmopolitan. At first, he wondered if she were a hooker. But when she ignored the attentions of the guy on the other side of her and politely hinted that she wasn’t interested, Nick figured she was just a tourist who either got lost or adventurous. And when the man wouldn’t take the hint, it was Mr Good Samaritan to the rescue again.
‘Hey buddy, she’s with me.’ Nick offered a don’t-want-any-trouble sort of smile, to which the guy lifted his hands in response, mumbled an apology and took his beer over to the slot machines.
Three Cokes, a couple of strong coffees, and several Cosmos later, and Nick had forgotten all about his ambulance run. In fact, he’d forgotten all about everything except Tanya. He’d like to say it was her accent, or the fact that she was a good conversationalist, and both were true. But honestly, it was Tanya’s well-displayed cleavage that had his full attention.
‘If you want a real drink,’ she said, ‘is no problem. ‘You order it. I will take it in my mouth, swish it all around. And then I will kiss it into your mouth. Like this.’ She demonstrated with a mouthful of Cosmo and a cranberry-flavoured lip-lock that had his cock hard-pressed in his jeans. She came up smacking her lips. ‘And that way you will get the flavour and I will get the alcohol.’
‘Tanya, I could do that all night, but I think your science is flawed. I’d be both drunk and horny and I’d have to call a taxi to get both of us home.’
‘Is true. I swear,’ she said. Then she offered him a wicked smile. ‘As for the horny part – well, is a side-effect of the procedure, I’m afraid.’
That was when he dive-bombed her mouth with his, coming up breathless as her hand snaked up the inside of his thigh, and he returned the favour by toying with the hem of her curve-hugging minidress, all bright with the sort of tropical print Vegas tourists often wore.
The flirting became foreplay as she opened her legs to give him a glimpse of a skimpy red thong before sliding to the edge of the barstool and pulling his hand up against the triangle of fabric moistening next to her goodies. Her cherry red nails made less than gentle scratching motions against his fly as his mouth found hers once more. After another serious wrestling match with her tongue, he pulled her from the stool and practically dragged her toward the back door, groping as they went.
The parking lot was full of expensive cars, and two things quickly became clear. Tanya had had a few more Cosmos than necessary for an alcoholic buzz. And Tanya had a car fetish. ‘Oooh! A Humvee!’ she squealed. And before he could stop her, she raced over to the vehicle. That was no small feat in her outrageously high heels, and even more astonishingly, she actually stepped out of her red thong as she did so. Then she hoiked her skirt and hopped onto the hood of the black Humvee that was waxed to an eye-dazzling sheen even in the glow of the streetlights. Once she was up, her heels clunk-clunking on the waxed surface, she spread her legs wide and squatted, giving him a tantalizing view of her pussy before she arched her back and thrust her hips forward in just such a way that said pussy was up close and personal with said wax job giving it … well, a wax job. ‘Bože! Oh bože! Is good,’ she moaned. ‘Is so good! Come! Join me’
‘Jesus, Tanya! Get off there! Come down from there,’ he hissed, anxiously stooping to pick up the shed panties and stuffing them into his pocket. Three men came out of the bar and got an eyeful when Tanya chose that moment to flash her very excellent tits from her position high atop the hood of the Humvee.
The men made no attempt to look away, and Tanya made no attempt to hide what she had. And Nick had to admit that in the competition between his very impressed cock and the fear of getting arrested as an accessory to Tanya’s indecent exposure, his cock was winning, hands down. ‘Come on, come down here. Now!’ He gave another look around the parking lot and offered her his hand. Giggling loudly, she took it and slid, open-legged, off the Humvee, leaving a very wet path right down the centre of the hood that left no doubt as to what’d caused it. From there she launched herself at him mouth first, with her magnificent and still uncovered tits not far behind.
‘Ooooh! There’s a Porsche. I love Porsches.’
Nick figured if the Humvee made her wet the Porsche would probably give her multiples, but he wasn’t risking another scene. He kept his arm around her waist and half escorted, half carried her to the limo. Before he could get the door unlocked, she spat on her hands and slathered her nipples with a good dose of saliva. Then she gave the driver’s side window the full-frontal rub-up. Tit prints. Nick had tit prints on the window of his limo. Looking rather pleased with her artwork, Tanya leant on the back door, fingering herself while he unlocked.
‘Do the people ever have sex in your limo when you are driving them?’
‘Yup.’ He decided not to tell her about his last unpleasant experience.
‘Oooh, is sexy!’ She managed a grope at his fly and rubbed up against him before he opened the back door and pushed her in, with her pulling him in on top. ‘Do you watch them in your mirror?’ she asked, tugging loose his belt and going to work on his fly. ‘Do they sometimes make you come?’
‘Not so far, no.’
She made a tut-tut sound with her tongue before she slipped it back in his mouth. ‘Do they ever ask you to join them?’ She slurred the words across his lips.
‘I’ve had
offers,’ he managed, pulling away far enough to tug at a delicious mouthful of nipple. ‘Wouldn’t be very professional me joining the orgy, though, would it?’
‘Spoilsport.’ She offered him a pout before she squirmed out from under him, and slid down his body to take his very agreeable cock into her mouth. And wow, could the woman suck cock! Her throat was seriously deep and her grip was tight enough to suck the paint off a mop handle. And her tongue – holy Christ on a pogo stick, her tongue was warm and wet and all over the place. He curled his fingers in the masses of blonde hair while she sucked and licked his cock like it was the best lollipop ever. Her skirt was still hiked up over her hips, exposing the shift and grind, shift and grind of her pert little arse as she rode her hand like a rocking horse. And the door was still open!
The smell of her pussy filled the dry desert air with a humid sea scent of female heat, and he could almost make out the wet sounds of her fingers dancing over her snatch above the slurping and licking of her tight mouth. But as delicious as her mouth was, it was her pussy he wanted. And she must have read his mind because, just as he reached for the condom in his pocket, she came up gasping and wiping her mouth.
‘Fuck me. Please fuck me, Nick. I need you to fuck me now.’
It was all he could do to hold her off until he got suited up for business, then she shoved onto him so hard that she left him gasping for breath and grabbing her hips in self-preservation, at least until he caught her rhythm. And then he let her ride him hard.
‘Your cock is so good. It fits so tight up in my pussy,’ she half whispered. ‘I need to come, Nick, I need to come so bad, so bad.’
As much as he wanted to knead and caress her luscious breasts, he couldn’t bring himself to shove her hands away from the filthy mauling she was giving them. Her nipples were engorged like fat cherry gumdrops that made his mouth water. Surely it must hurt, the way she pinched and tugged and squeezed.
He raked the nib of her clit until it pearled and jutted from under its hood and raked back against his finger, wet from the flood of her juices lubricating his sheathed cock.
‘Is hard. My clit is so hard,’ she sighed. ‘And my pussy is eating your cock like hungry mouth.’
Yup, it was doing that all right, and very well getting the job done. One last stroke of her clit and her orgasm broke in a vice-grip clench on his cock. ‘I’m coming! I’m coming!’ she keened, just as two more men stepped out – probably to take a piss in the alley. But they only registered as a minor distraction because Tanya’s tight grip and bounce and her fierce orgasmic tremors along his cock had Nick coming too. Tanya’s spasms milked every last drop from him, and it was a lot. He was amazed there weren’t broken bones or pulled muscles for their efforts.
He had just disposed of the condom and she was wiping herself clean with the box of tissues he kept in the back of the Town Car when another limo pulled up, way too close for politeness considering there was plenty of room in the parking lot.
At the sight of it, Tanya cried out, and it wasn’t with the delight she’d had over the Humvee. She tossed the wad of tissue she’d been using and turned to run just as a man the size of a small freight train stepped out and grabbed her by the arm. ‘You need to come with us, Tanya.’
‘No! No! Don’t let them take me, Nick. Please don’t let them take me.’ She hammered her little fists ineffectually on the man’s chest. ‘Leave me alone. I haven’t done anything wrong. I haven’t.’
‘Did you fuck him?’ The man asked, in a voice that seemed way too soft for anyone that size. When she began to sob, the man simply shook his head and helped her into the open limo. ‘You can explain everything to Elsa when you get home.’
At that, Nick attacked. Well, it wasn’t much of an attack. The man just shrugged him off and pressed him up against the hood of his own limo with one beefy hand. ‘This is not your concern, Mr Chase.’
‘It is if she doesn’t want to go, besides … How do you know my name?’ Nick didn’t strain against the man’s stiff arm hold. He knew it wouldn’t help. ‘She doesn’t want to go,’ he said, as if repeating it louder would send the big man packing in fear. Jesus! Where was his sense of self-preservation? Was he out of his mind? This could be Mafia; maybe this man was her pimp. Hell, he knew thinking with his cock was a bad idea. ‘I’ll call the cops,’ he threatened.
The man raised an unimpressed eyebrow. ‘And tell them what? Tanya’s drunk. And when she’s drunk she becomes a drama queen. She shouldn’t be here and she knows it. I’m just taking her home. That’s all. And I’d advise you to stay out of it.’
He gave Nick a half-hearted warning shove before he got back in the car and drove away with Tanya yelling, ‘Please, Nick! Don’t let them take me! I don’t want to go. I want to stay with you!’
And Nick, stupid man that he was, hopped in his limo and followed.
Chapter Two
Nick followed the limo into a deserted part of the parking garage at the Cosmopolitan. There it stopped and Freight Train Man, who seemed neither surprised nor upset that Nick had followed, got out and held the door for Tanya. She ran to Nick and threw her arms around his neck. ‘Don’t tell her anything,’ she sobbed onto the front of his shirt.
‘Tell who? What?’
‘Elsa Crane. Is best we don’t tell her anything.’
Still holding onto him for dear life, she addressed the big man. ‘You don’t have to tell her this. Please, Pagan, it will be our little secret. I made mistake, that’s all. It won’t happen again. I can pay you.’
‘You can’t pay me enough to incur Elsa’s wrath, Tanya. Sorry.’ And the big man truly did look sad about his decision.’
They entered the Cosmopolitan through the casino like they were tourists, like whatever was happening was nothing out of the ordinary. The constant jangle of slots and bells and buzzers of electronic gaming surrounded them as they made their way through to the hotel elevator bank, Tanya clinging possessively to Nick. The guy she’d called Pagan flanked her on the other side and practically filled the elevator he escorted them into. To Nick’s surprise, they got off on the 20th floor and made their way to one of the suites. Granted, the suites in the Cosmopolitan were nice, but Nick had been expecting mahogany and leather in a private apartment that reeked of money and intrigue. Pagan knocked softly on the door. Tanya held Nick’s arm in a fingernail-gouging grip and whimpered softly.
A man who was as tall as Pagan but built much more like a dancer opened the door and nodded them in. He was dressed like Tarzan in a leopard-print loincloth that left little of a well-worked-out physique to the imagination. His only other fashion accessory was a pair of unlaced black Converse high-tops. That it didn’t seem strange to Nick was a testament to how long he’d been working in Vegas.
The man gave Nick a curious onceover then, with a jerk of his head, nodded them toward one of the bedrooms.
Sitting in the middle of the big bed was Tarzan’s Jane. Her loincloth and halter top barely covered the goodies, and it was obvious that the goodies were exceptionally fine. Her heavy auburn hair was in the process of escaping a large tortoiseshell clip, and a good bit of it hung in wild ringlets down her back and over her shoulders. Her do was all topped off by a bright blue headset that got lost in the crown of her hair and reappeared from the silky dark mass just in time to cup her ears. She wriggled bare toes at the end of well-muscled legs that went on for ever before disappearing under the small laptop upon which she typed madly.
At last the woman looked up, and Nick was astounded that someone with such dark hair had such blue eyes. The smile she offered was very bright and very brief as she took in the way Tanya still held onto Nick like she was about to walk the plank.
‘Did you two have sex?’ she asked without so much as a how-do-you-do.
‘That’s none of your business,’ Nick said.
‘It is my business.’ She pulled off the earphones and shoved them and the computer to Tarzan before crawling off the bed with all the grace the leopard pri
nt would imply. It was only as Tarzan settled into her place that Nick noticed the bedroom was buried in an array of monitors, keyboards, and other electronics he couldn’t identify. There were also two telescopes pointed out the window.
The woman came to stand in front of Tanya. ‘Did you have sex with him?’ she asked.
‘It was just once, Elsa, and we used the condom.’ Tanya’s voice was a breathless tremble. All trace of her alcohol buzz was gone.
‘Of course we used a condom. I’m not stu –’
Elsa raised her hand to stop him. ‘Mr Chase, though your use of a condom is commendable, it fails to absolve Tanya of what she’s done.’
‘What she’s done? She had sex. People do that, you know?’
She ignored him and focused her attention on Tanya. ‘You’ve got a month paid on your flat, and your two months’ severance pay’ll be deposited first thing in the morning. Pagan’ll go with you to clear out your locker, then he’ll drive you home, since you’ve been drinking.’
‘What?’ Nick exploded. ‘You fired her for having sex with me?’
‘No, Mr Chase. I fired her for having sex with anybody other than her approved partners.’
Before he could protest, Tanya spoke up. ‘What about my bonus? I still get my bonus, no? Is so close to the end of my contract.’
Elsa held her gaze. ‘You’re in breach of contract, Tanya, so no. You don’t get your bonus, and you knew that when you went off and broke the rules yet again.’
Tanya burst into tears. ‘But I need the bonus. I have to have, or how will I pay for my mother’s surgery and her convalescence afterward? That is whole reason why I need the bonus.’