Daring Summer

by Suzanne Steele

  Stan cursed his dick, which had a mind of its own and responded to the whore’s touch out of pure instinct. He shook his head in disgust; the sight of her made him sick and her touch made him want to bash her face into the dashboard. But she had nice tits so his dick didn’t care.

  He hadn’t decided yet if he would fuck her himself before turning her over to the ‘guests’ he hoped would show up later that night to try out his new girl. He had been concerned that he might be getting ahead of himself by doing some initial marketing, but he had the girl now so at least the pressure was off. But any good business was built on due diligence, so maybe he should test the merchandise first…

  “I’ve got a hundred-dollar bill here that’s yours, on top of whatever your pimp usually gets, if you’ll go back to my place with me.” Most whores never went to a john’s house. It was the reason he was offering her so much. He’d get it back soon enough anyway. She wasn’t going to get a fucking dime of his money.

  “Honey, for a hundred bucks I’ll go anywhere and do anything you want.”

  “Yes, you will,” he said, moving her hand away from his leg and giving her a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “What’s your name, doll?”

  “Kitty Kat. But you can just call me Kat.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  “Blue, I know I should feel bad that he’s dead but I don’t. I’m glad he’s gone. I wish I could thank whoever did it.” Amber had no way of knowing that she was doing just that. She was sitting next to Blue on the loveseat in Blue’s bedroom. Blue had just shown her the online article detailing Huggy Bear’s demise.

  To look at Blue’s concerned face, you would never know that she was the coldblooded killer who had taken Huggy out. She figured she had done Louisville a favor by offing the pimp, so there was nothing to feel guilty about.

  “No, you shouldn’t feel guilty,” Blue assured Amber. “You should feel free for the first time in years. You don’t have to worry or look over your shoulder anymore. No woman should have to live in fear. You don’t need to be afraid of a damn thing as long as you’re with me, Amber.”

  “I know that,” she said sweetly, her voice warm with gratitude. “But I wonder what happened to the women who worked for him? I bet the other pimps are hovering like vultures, claiming them one by one. Some of the other pimps made Huggy Bear look like a saint. I’m sure the girls are terrified of what will happen to them now.”

  Blue raised her eyebrows and scrunched her lips as she thought about the potential business opportunities she may have inadvertently created for herself. “Do any of the girls look as good as you?”

  Amber blushed, flattered that a raven-haired beauty like Blue would consider her to be beautiful. “Yeah. He did have a way of attracting beautiful women. Why? What are you thinking?” Her response wasn’t born of vanity but rather a vague, unnamed discomfort at the thought of Blue admiring someone else in the same way.

  Amber had always wondered how a guy like Huggy could be so alluring to the opposite sex. Maybe it was the flattering lies that rolled off his tongue with such ease, like silk sinuously wrapping its way around a woman’s ego before he sent her out to make bank for him.

  Amber was learning from Blue that confidence was something that came from within. No man could make a woman believe in herself. Her dreams were her own and only she could bring them to fruition. Whether she failed or succeeded was up to her. It was time for her to grow up and grab the brass ring.

  Blue’s voice was deceptively soft. “They could come and work for me. I’d take thirty percent of what they make, screen their dates, and keep them safe. They’ll make more money with me than they ever would with anyone else.” Blue had been tossing around the idea of being able to stop hooking and just be a madam. She was still in her prime but, yeah, she was getting older. It would be better to semi-retire while time was on her side.

  She had no doubt that she would be able to protect the women who worked for her. She had established a good clientele as an escort over the years and had built her business off of referrals from her regulars.

  Not only was Blue talented and inventive when it came to fucking, but she was discreet. She serviced powerful, rich men who needed the discretion she provided. Judges, doctors, lawyers, and powerful politicians didn’t want their indiscretions revealed for the community to judge, and they certainly didn’t want to attract the attention of law enforcement. The men got off and she got their money. It was a win-win for everyone.

  “I think some of the women would be willing to work for you. More than once I’ve heard them talk about wanting to be off the streets. Huggy Bear wasn’t the only dangerous man they encountered. Some of the customers around here are freaks, pure and simple – especially the one from out of town who are just here for a business conference or whatever. Even Huggy wouldn’t cater to some of the creepy shit they wanted. I’m just lucky that you want to look after the women who work for you. There are freaks out there with violent fetishes who will pay a lot of money for an anonymous good time. A pimp with no scruples at all could really make bank by focusing on customers like that. There are a few girls desperate enough to do it, too – especially the addicts. There’s this one girl, she started out so pretty but over time she’s become almost unrecognizable. Drugs, you know. Meth, I think. I was never sure. Anyway, I saw her letting a john and his friends run a train on her in an alley. They were at it for hours, and she got busy setting up her next fix of meth like they weren’t even there. Saddest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s scary out there, Blue.”

  “You’ll never have to worry about that again.” Blue began to think out loud about how to build her new business. “The women would have to be interviewed. They would need to get physicals and most would definitely need makeovers. To please the caliber of men I deal with, my girls need to look like sexy businesswomen or trophy wives, but be uninhibited sluts when it comes to sex. Above all, they have to be discreet. You know, they need to be able to keep their mouths shut – unless their customer’s putting something in it.” Her eyes gleamed with an inner fire when she looked over at Amber and said, “Let’s do this. Tell me which girls you trust and would feel comfortable recommending. For each one that stays for six months and performs well, I’ll give you a $5,000 bonus. Don’t base your recommendations on the money, though. If we get busted nobody wins, so only recommend girls you can really trust.”

  Amber felt flattered that Blue valued her opinion. It was the first time anyone had given her credit for having any degree of intellect. She wasn’t going to betray that trust. The money would help her start over. She would have a decent place to live and some independence; you couldn’t put a price on that.

  Blue gave Amber a notebook and a pen so she could get started jotting down the pros and cons of each girl in Huggy’s stable. She felt hopeful about the future and it was all because of Blue.

  Chapter Seventeen

  King ran his thumb over Harley’s pouty bottom lip. His cock stirred when he saw the soft flesh tremble in response to his touch. It was the same way for him; it didn’t take much for his body respond to her. Just a look, a slight touch, or words spoken softly. She was the only woman who had ever brought out this unguarded side of him. So much in his life – hell, his survival -- depended on carefully constructed emotional walls that kept the cartel demons at bay.

  Normally, danger was a drug that surged through his veins and motivated him to get the job done. This time there was too much at stake; not just his life, but hers.

  “You don’t have to do this, King; you don’t have to keep me here. At some point, you’re going to have to trust me.”

  “Trust. Normally that’s a choice people make. But this connection between you and me?” He shook his head, his eyes still focused on her slightly parted lips. “We have no choice. Your place is with me. I’m keeping you.”

  His lips came crashing down on hers with an urgency she felt all the way down to her toes. She didn’t resist him as he cradled her face in
his hands, even though the life he lived went against everything she’d vowed to stay away from. His relentless, predatory approach was becoming a source of surprising clarity for her. This attraction? This visceral connection they shared? It simply was.

  Her body trembled when he slipped his hand beneath her shirt. He tugged a bra cup down and her breast popped out over the lace. He stroked the nipple and when it pebbled he lifted his head. He held her gaze as he softly tugged at the stiff nub between his thumb and forefinger. The victorious gleam in his eyes said it all: he knew what he was doing to her. No words needed to be said.

  He lifted her shirt over her head and removed her bra. His neck flushed at the sight of her breasts bouncing prettily as she lifted her hips and shimmied out of her pants. His fingers twisted at the sides of her G-string before he bit down on his bottom lip and tore the scrap of fabric from her body.

  “Hey…those were my favorites,” she pouted.

  He leaned down and nipped at her bottom lip. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he muttered against her skin before he stood and began taking off his clothes. “I’ll buy you more. I’ll buy you everything you could ever want.” He placed a knee on the mattress and lifted himself over her. His other knee pushed her legs apart. With his knees spread wide, he was tucked in close to her body as he rested on his haunches.

  King worked his aching cock with long, harsh strokes as he savored the view before him. Harley’s eyes were heavy-lidded, her strawberry blonde hair was spread out over his pillow, and her back was arched toward him.

  “Squeeze your tits for me, Harley.”

  “What?” she asked dreamily, too busy watching him work his cock, wanting to know how he liked to be touched.

  “Fucking squeeze them, hard enough to leave a mark. I want your nipples hard and red when you’re done. Do it now,” he said sternly.

  Harley liked this bossy side of King. That surfer boy façade concealed a sexual devil in the bedroom. She was powerless to do anything less than what he told her to do, so she decided to give him a show. Her hands slid slowly up her ribcage until her hands covered her breasts. With her nipples trapped between her fingers, she bore down and squeezed the soft flesh hard enough to prompt a spontaneous groan of pleasure and pain from her lips.

  “Again,” he bit out.

  Rinse and repeat, she thought as a slow smile curved her lips. She worked her breasts for him, grabbing and pinching and kneading them until the flesh was mottled with red stress marks and her nipples were protruding like firm, crimson berries. King’s chest heaved and his nostrils flared as he watched her fulfill his demands so effortlessly. No doubt about it, she was made for him.

  “Offer them to me.” His voice was little more than a hoarse burst of air. She cupped her breasts and arched her back as she lifted them toward his waiting mouth. Closing his eyes, he laved the puckered flesh with his tongue. The broad licks soon gave way to swirls and teasing flutters. Harley wondered if he could make her come with just his tongue. He bit down on each nipple in turn, slowly tugging them between his teeth until they were stretched to their full length and begging to be sucked.

  As he devoured her nipples, he rubbed the length of his cock through her folds again and again. An extra tilt of his hips increased the friction against her clit. The combination of sensations sent Harley flying and she came hard, writhing wildly beneath him, scowling as if she were in pain as she groaned his name between uneven, panting breaths.

  He pressed a kiss to each of Harley’s nipples, then straightened to get a good look at his handiwork. She was a blissful mess. Her hair was tousled, with thick strands clinging to her face as she struggled to catch her breath.

  King’s mind went blank. His actions became driven by the visceral urge to rut, an overwhelming need to mate and stake his claim. He rose back up onto his haunches and mounted her. With the bell end of his swollen cock notched in the entrance between her drenched folds, he rammed his way inside to the hilt, roaring as he filled this woman who consumed his every thought.

  In their moment of joining he couldn’t remember his own name, but King’s brain was able to conjure a single word, a benediction that tumbled from his lips as he began to move.

  “Mine…”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Stan was keeping up his part of their meaningless conversation when he noticed the girl was looking out the window a little too inquisitively, as if wondering where he was taking her. Not that it mattered whether she knew where they were; he had no intention of her getting out alive.

  With its winding turns and low lighting there was an ominous atmosphere to this part of River Road after dark. He decided it fit his mood. Years of being ignored had planted seeds of resentment within Stan’s psyche, eventually morphing into a persistent bitterness that colored every aspect of his life – especially his dealings with women. Yes, it was better to reject whores first before they could reject him.

  “I like it out here, on the river,” he said benignly. “Makes it like a vacation home where I can fish in peace. You know…being single and all, I can have a beer and fish right on the bank of the river at all hours of the night.”

  “I didn’t realize it was so far away.”

  “No worries. I can pay you fifty more bucks and take you back when we’re finished.”

  “Oh. Okay. I guess that’ll be alright.”

  Yeah, I bet it is, you money-hungry little slut. He could hear the apprehension in her voice and even though it turned him on it also gave him pause. The last thing he wanted was to have to chase the little bitch down because she’d freaked out and done something stupid like jump out of the car. He had already gone to a lot of trouble preparing the basement space he had set aside for his little side business. He didn’t want to waste any more time before getting started in earnest. He was expecting his first customers later tonight and, well, first impressions were important.

  By carefully cultivating a few well-connected street contacts during his time away from the hospital, Stan had been made aware of a group of local johns whose sexual proclivities weren’t being given proper attention by the local pimps – until now. He needed the rest of the drive to his place to be uneventful so he could finish getting everything ready for his first round of customers. Better to keep her busy until then.

  “It’s not much farther. Maybe a couple of miles and we’ll be there. Here, you know what? Why don’t you get this party started? Unzip me and take my dick out.”

  “Oh, okay,” she said, flustered as she tucked a wayward strand of hair behind an ear. She did as he said, gulping nervously as she wrapped her fingers around his flaccid member and began stroking it.

  “C’mon, I’m not paying for just a hand job. Fucking suck me off, whore!” he said impatiently.

  She leaned into her work and eventually felt signs of life as he began to stiffen in her mouth. She could tell from his sour body odor that he hadn’t bathed recently. She tried to keep her distance by working only the business end of his dick with her mouth and pumping the length with her hand.

  “Here we are,” he muttered as he pulled into the driveway and parked. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes as she worked, finally able to work his hips to move things along. “See? Told you it wasn’t that much farther.” He sucked his lips between his teeth as his hips began moving in time with his shallow, grunting breaths. He could feel the sense of urgency taking hold and decided to see how much she could take. “Unh…unh…fuck…that’s it…finish me, bitch. No fucking hands, either -- just your throat,” he ordered tersely as he grabbed her head with both hands.

  He pushed and pulled on her head, setting an aggressive pace. Kat reached out blindly for something to hold onto as he fucked her face like a madman. When his dick began to swell in her mouth, she instinctively tried to pull away to take a much-needed breath, but was no match for his strength as the orgasm took hold and he yanked her head down a final time.

  With his dick deep inside the warm, snug column of her ne
ck, he pressed her face harder against his crotch. Kat clawed at the threadbare upholstery while he rubbed her face against his pubic hair in time with the strange, high-pitched huffing sounds he made as he climaxed.

  When it was over, he shoved her away from him. She landed against the car door and winced when her head smacked against the window. She covered her bruised lips with her fingertips, coughing and gasping for air as his cum dripped down her chin. The john shoved his flaccid member back inside his pants and zipped up. He moved quickly to get out of the car and opened her door for her in a bizarre show of chivalry.

  “Th-thank you,” she said awkwardly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and smiling weakly as she stepped out of the car.

  He could feel the trepidation rolling off her in waves as he grabbed her elbow and led her to the front door, and it made his heart throb eagerly in his chest. It was as if she somehow suspected she was a sheep being led to the slaughter but was too far gone to turn back now. Maybe she even welcomed it. He smirked. He’d see if she still felt that way in the morning.

  He placed the key in the lock and opened the door. He stopped before it was open all the way and turned toward her, gesturing her to go ahead of him. “C’mon. This way. Hurry up.”

  She followed him into the darkened opening and waited for him to turn on a light. A blue flash was a momentary distraction before the voltage from a stun gun sent her flying forward and crashing onto the floor. Her body was wracked with tremors from the electricity. The pain was blinding, like nothing she’d ever felt before. Her eyes fluttered as she looked up into the face of a madman as his foul breath wafted over her face.