by K D Grace
‘You can’t be serious,’ Nick said. ‘OK, fine. Fire her if you have to, though I think it’s pretty stupid to fire someone because they had sex on their own time. In fact, I’m pretty sure if Tanya wanted to hire a lawyer, we’d find that what you’re doing’s illegal.’
For a second, Nick thought Elsa would laugh at him, the way her lips curled in a smile, the way her lungs filled with air, and then she spoke once again to Tanya. ‘Want to hire a lawyer, Tanya?’
‘Well of course she’ll say no if you intimidate her enough.’
Elsa rubbed the bridge of her nose and shook her head. ‘I’m not intimidating her, Mr Chase. No one is intimidating anyone, but she won’t hire a lawyer.’
Then Nick twigged. ‘Wait a minute; is she a prostitute, then?’
This time Elsa did laugh and Tanya wailed. ‘No, she’s not a prostitute, but she knows she’s in breach of contract, as she’s known the past four times she’s had sex outside the boundaries of that contract, and I’ve let her get away with it. But not this time. Not this time.’
‘You can’t do this to me, please, Elsa.’ Tanya wept openly, grabbing the woman by the hand. ‘Please, just give me one more chance.’
Elsa pulled away, somewhat more gently than Nick would have expected. ‘I’ve given you way more chances than I would have given anyone else, Tanya. Now I’m sorry, but what’s done is done.’
‘But it’s only two more months. Just two more. Please! What about my mother?’
‘You should have thought of that before breaching your contract. There are charities, places you can go for what you need, Tanya, but I can’t help you.’
‘Wait a minute.’ Once again, Nick butted in where it was none of his damn business instead of saying thank you very much and scramming fast. ‘So you’re getting two months’ severance pay?’
‘And it’s a lot,’ Elsa said. ‘MV pays its employees well.’
‘Is not enough, though.’ Tanya bit her lip and wiped at her nose with the back of her hand. ‘It will never be enough.’
‘And she only gets the bonus if she finishes the contracted period?’ Nick said.
Elsa nodded. ‘It’s a three-year contract with a very large completion bonus.’
He took a step forward. ‘How large?’
‘Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars,’ Tanya sobbed.
‘Jesus! A quarter of a million? That’s one helluva bonus,’ Nick said.
‘And it would have been mine in two months, just two more months.’ Tanya wept against his chest.
‘How can you be so heartless? And just because the woman wants to have sex? Who doesn’t?’
‘It’s a contract, Mr Chase, and one that Tanya’s broken repeatedly. As for sex, it’s readily available to her. Even you she could have had if she’d only followed the rules.’
‘It’s just two months, damn it! And there are extenuating circumstances.’
‘Extenuating circumstances which Ms Povic chose to ignore each time she spread her legs for a stranger.’ Elsa raised a hand. ‘I don’t blame you. It’s not your fault. As you say, everyone wants sex. But since you don’t fully understand the circumstances, then it’s best you stay out of it.’
‘Sorry to interrupt,’ Tarzan said from his cross-legged position on the bed, which did little to hide his junk. ‘But someone’s complaining about the noise coming from room 2031.’
‘Who?’ Elsa’s attention shifted instantly to the hodgepodge of electronics set up on the dressing table. ‘I need a room number, Pike, I need a room number!’
‘Uh, 2039.’
Elsa slid another headset over her mass of hair while her fingers flew over the keyboard of another computer. ‘Damn it, they must be really loud. I was sure we’d cleared enough rooms so no one would be disturbed. Pike, when I connect, tell Beetle to moan and shout she’s coming.’ Raising a hand, she pointed at him as she spoke into the headset. ‘Hello, Mr Hegel, this is the front desk.’ She batted her eyelashes and smiled. ‘Yes, I’m calling about the disturbance. Oh my! Yes, even I can hear that. Mm hmm, uh huh, I see.’ The smile on her face never wavered. ‘Mr Hegel, I’m so sorry for the inconvenience. Really, it’s a mistake that you’re even in that room. The whole floor’s being used for a film. No, not a porn film. It’s a romantic comedy.’ Once again she nodded and smiled. ‘Yes, I know, the industry’s certainly pushing the boundaries these days. Nothing decent to watch any more.’
She listened politely and nodded, then cut in. ‘Mr Hegel, obviously the hotel can’t stop the filming, but what we can do is give you $500 worth of credit in the casino. Yes, that’s right. We’ll also give you an upgrade for your room as well. One of our terrace suites is available. We can have the bellboy come up now and move you if you’d like.’ She gave the cue to Pike again. Even Nick could hear someone shouting, “I’m coming, I’m coming!” over the headset. Elsa nodded and kept smiling. ‘Oh, you want to wait till morning. Well, if you’re sure you can endure it, Mr Hegel. We’ll have you moved first thing tomorrow. You’re welcome. Sorry for the inconvenience.’ She punched a few more keys on the computer, pulled off the headset, then turned her attention back to Nick and Tanya.
‘Surely you can give her one more chance. I mean it’s her mother,’ Nick said. ‘And really, it was my fault. I’d had a bad day and I wasn’t on my best behaviour.’
Elsa tossed the headset back onto the dressing table and rubbed the back of her neck. ‘Mr Chase, unless you want to fulfil Tanya’s contract for her, this conversation is over. It’s been a very long day, and I’ve had enough. Pagan will escort the two of you back downstairs, and since Tanya no longer works for me, I don’t care if you fuck her brains out. Now if you’d –’
‘All right,’ Nick interrupted. ‘I will.’
Suddenly, all eyes were on him. ‘Tell me what to do and I’ll fulfil the contract for her. After all, it’s my fault she’s in breach.’
Tanya gave a little yelp that sounded like a kitten in distress and Elsa laughed out loud. ‘Mr Chase, you don’t even know what Tanya’s contract involves.’
‘I assume it has something to do with what’s going on in room 2031. It’s not prostitution is it?’
‘No! No, is not prostitution.’ Excitement vibrated through Tanya’s voice. ‘Is nothing like that.’
‘Actually, it’s something like that,’ Elsa corrected. ‘My people get paid for sex.’
‘I don’t understand,’ Nick said.’
She nodded him over to one of the telescopes set up at the bedroom window. When he balked, she nodded again. ‘Go ahead; check out what’s going on in room 2031.’
Nick nearly knocked the scope out of focus at his first view of the naked arse of a man pistoning his cock into a woman bent over a big bed. Her head was buried between the legs of another woman, who was pinching her own nipples for all she was worth and writhing beneath the serious tongue action.
‘Then they are prostitutes.’ Nick’s voice dropped to a whisper, as though he feared he might disturb the people he viewed through the scope.
‘No.’ Elsa leant close to him as though she could see over his shoulder. ‘They all work for me, and they get paid a lot of money to have sex with each other while someone else watches.’
With difficulty, Nick took his eyes off what was going on in the scope. He suddenly felt dizzy. ‘Let me get this straight, these people –’ He nodded around the room. ‘All of these people and those –’ he pointed to the scope ‘– have sex with each other and people pay money to watch.’
Elsa nodded ‘A lot of money.’
‘And that’s what Tanya was doing? That’s what the contract’s about: having sex and letting people watch?’
‘That’s what the contract’s about,’ Elsa said. With a smirk, she pulled Tanya’s red panties out of Nick’s pocket where he’d forgotten he’d stuffed them after he’d picked them up from the parking lot at the Mango. She handed the tiny scrap of fabric back to Tanya and replaced it with a black business card, briskly patt
ing his pocket as she did so. ‘I know how much you loathe your job, Mr Chase, and I can almost guarantee you’d find what Tanya does a lot more satisfying. But –’ she ran a hand down and gave his crotch a quick grope ‘– it takes some serious balls.’
He elbowed her away and shoved past Tanya and Pagan. ‘You people are all crazy if you think I’d … if you think I might …’
Elsa offered him a smile that he felt, much to his discomfort, right down between his legs. Then she lifted an eyebrow and gave a shrug that made the dark gloss of her hair shimmer in the subdued lighting. ‘You asked.’
That was it. With his heart hammering and his cock shoving at his fly, he fled the suite with Tanya wailing behind him, ‘Please, Nick! Please don’t let her do this to me. Please, Nick!’
He could still hear the echo of her words as he fled the Strip, fled the lights, fled the city limits. He found himself driving out toward Red Rocks before he pulled off on a dark side road. He opened the door to the cool desert air and undid his jeans. He wondered how he could possibly be horny after what had happened to poor Tanya because of him. But, Jesus Christ, he was! In fact, he was so turned on he’d feared he might have to pull into an alley and get some relief before he even left the city.
He wrestled the heft of his cock from his boxers with a grunt, as though the weight of it was almost too much for him to lift, and damned if it didn’t feel that way. He gave his balls a cupping, biting his lip and sucking in a heavy breath as he did so. Then he spat on his hand and ran it down his length in a tight fist, feeling a shiver pass up his spine at the anxious stretch of himself. He jerked and tugged to thoughts of Tanya exposing her pussy and wiping her juices over the waxed hood of the Humvee. By the time his thoughts shifted to the view through the telescope, the tight clench and release of the man’s arse as he jackhammered the woman bent over the bed, feasting on pussy, Nick had dragged himself from behind the wheel to lean against the limo. His efforts with his cock had turned into a tense thrust and squeeze of a battle. Yes, what they were doing was outrageously hot, and if he’d been alone in the room, gazing at the action through the scope, he’d have undone his fly and had a good hard wank, maybe even more than one. Precome sheened the end of his cock as he recalled he hadn’t been the only one watching the trio. Someone had paid a lot of money to watch them do the nasty.
His grunts and groans filled the silent desert night as he worked himself, kneading his tight balls and thrusting into his fist like it was a pussy, like it was Tanya’s pussy. The limo rocked from the press and shove of his body as he put Tanya and himself in the hotel room instead of the threesome, as he bent her over the bed in his imagination, her snatch spread slick and begging. The pressure built as he thought of the audience viewing him from an anonymous place, tugging at hard cocks, maybe fingering wet pussies, as they watched him slide into Tanya, as she quivered and grasped and begged him to fuck her harder. And the anonymous audience, suddenly and surprisingly, had Elsa Crane’s face. Elsa in her leopard print, Elsa with her hand up under her loincloth, Elsa shoving aside her halter to fondle breasts that were surely magnificent. Then Elsa joined Tanya in his fantasy. In fact, Elsa replaced Tanya on the bed, face up. She lifted her loincloth until he could see every wet fold of her silken slit, until he could see the hard press of her clit, until there was no longer any denying himself the woman lying there on the bed, legs spread, arms open, pussy pouting.
As he imagined thrusting deep into Elsa’s hot tightness, the world behind his closed eyelids burst in a kaleidoscope of colour and light, and when he came, the explosion rocked him to the core as he shot streamers of semen onto the desert floor, glistening pearlescent in the lazy moonlight.
Chapter Three
After a very long, very strange night, Elsa was up early to Skype Rita Holly. In the three and a half years since Rita had become the head of the High Council of The Mount in London, the two had become fast friends. Rita was making a trip to Vegas in a few weeks, and Elsa could hardly wait to meet her in person. She sipped at her third cup of coffee and listened as Rita updated her with the latest news from the London coven. Rita was so much easier to work with than her predecessor, Vivienne, had been. Vivienne had always treated Elsa like she was some bastard relative and kept contact between the two covens to a minimum. OK, Mount Vegas was only a very small outpost of The Mount. It didn’t have coven status yet, but Elsa knew that it was already making a good impression with the rest of The Mount; in no small part due to her hard work and the work of her brilliant team.
Rita Holly Martelli had breathed new life into the London Coven. That wasn’t much of a surprise, since her mother was the head of the High Council in Rome, which was the oldest, most respected coven of The Mount. Like mother like daughter, Elsa thought. It must have taken a Martelli feat of genius to wrest the reins of power from Vivienne. Elsa didn’t know the details, but she hoped to wheedle them out of Rita over dinner and a nice bottle of Malbec while she was in Vegas.
‘Elsa, the scenario you’re planning sounds totally yummy.’ Rita squirmed in her chair and offered a thousand-watt smile. ‘I discussed it with Edward, and he’s in. We haven’t done any roleplaying in a while, and it’ll be fun to do it for an appreciative audience.’ She squinted at her computer screen. ‘Sweetie, you look tired. I know I got you up early, but what’s going on?’
‘I had to let Tanya go last night,’ Elsa said.
‘Oh no. Just what you didn’t need right now. And with her so close to completing her contract. Same problem?’
Elsa nodded. ‘It’s more than that, though. She’s run up some serious gambling debts as well, and I have a feeling she was … trying to make a few bucks on the side. She swears she didn’t take money for it, and the guy she was with tonight – well, I’m sure no money was involved there. He definitely wasn’t the type. But I just can’t turn a blind eye any more, Rita. The rules are in place for a reason. I hate it that she won’t get her bonus, but what else could I do?’
‘You did the right thing.’ Rita said. ‘Every time she goes off on her own like that she puts everything and everyone in jeopardy. And maybe this will be her wake-up call to get help with her gambling problem. What about the man she was with?’
Elsa smiled to herself. ‘A really nice guy, actually. Really sexy. I felt sorry for him. I’m pretty sure it was the first time he’d ever picked up someone at a bar. He blamed himself for Tanya’s bad behaviour – and oh, the man’s guilt was so sexy.’ She sighed at the memory. ‘He nearly tore me a new one for being so heartless to Tanya. And he even offered to fulfil the last two months of her contract so she could get her bonus.’
Rita nearly choked on her tea. ‘Are you serious? Wow! That’s a first. So what do you think? Could he do it?’
‘I doubt it,’ Elsa said. ‘When I explained to him what we do here at Mount Vegas, he couldn’t get out the door fast enough. But I did stick a card in his pocket.’ She giggled. ‘Believe me, I’ve already had a few wicked fantasies about how much fun I’d have teaching him the ropes, but that’s probably as far as it’ll go.’
Rita gave a sympathetic nod. ‘Well even at The Mount, a girl still has to have her fantasies. Anyway, send me over the specs for Mrs Keyser’s fantasy, and Edward and I’ll have a little fun with it. Gotta run. I’m meeting Leo over at the Zoo to see one of his new pets. Apparently she’s quite something.’
The two women said their goodbyes. For a long moment, Elsa sat looking at the Mount Vegas logo, thinking of how much fun it would be to have Rita and Edward playing the lead roles in Mrs Keyser’s fantasy. Mrs Keyser was a regular client with a fuck-ton of money, which she loved spending on pervy scenarios. Sadly, the woman didn’t have a lot of imagination. She paid top dollar for generic cleaned-up kink. But she did pay top dollar, so no matter how pedestrian the fantasy was, Mount Vegas provided it.
Elsa looked down at the specs she had discussed with Mrs Keyser. It was another “virgin loses her cherry to a surly billionaire” scenario, which would be ni
cely spiced up by having the head of The Mount in London and the owner of its club playing the billionaire and his virgin. Their involvement would raise Mount Vegas’ profile considerably within the organisation, and it would be a voyeuristic treat for the whole team.
Originally she’d had Tanya in mind for the role of the virgin with Deke playing the brusque billionaire dom – he looked the part. Thankfully, the idea had totally intrigued Rita and Edward or Elsa would have ended up playing the virgin. Though she never thought of herself as anything but worldly, she had the look that would have worked. She loathed the role of sub almost as much as she loathed the role of a virgin. With Tanya gone, though, she supposed she should get used to it. They had been asked to supply at least one billionaire and virgin fantasy a month since Fifty Shades of Grey.
She forced her attention back to Mrs K’s specs, which she had entitled The Billionaire Buys a Virgin Bride. The plot was simple. The billionaire buys the virgin as his bride to pay off her family’s gambling debt. Of course, that bit was all in Mrs K’s head. The actual fantasy would begin in The Wedding Chapel. Mrs K wanted that part included, with a kinky little scene beforehand in which the billionaire checks out his merchandise just to make sure he gets what he paid for. Well, that was a nice touch, Elsa thought. She wrote down a few notes about a discreet but filthy feel-up and probe of the little innocent to make sure she really was a virgin under all that white taffeta. Elsa added some very naughty ideas about the groom guiding his little bride’s virgin hand to the fly of his tux for her first fondle of his very expensive junk. It was shaping up nicely for a billionaire/virgin fantasy.
After the happy couple said “I do” there would be hot, sexy foreplay in the limo on the way to the hotel. Elsa could imagine lots of dirty talk on the part of the billionaire about his new bride’s lovely tits and her tight little slit that he was all bulging and hard to fuck. All the while the coy virgin would be blushing and squirming and moistening the crotch of her wedding panties, or lack thereof – oooh, that was better yet. Make the little dear walk down the aisle without any undies!