“You’re looking for me.” It was more a statement than a question.
Leaning forward, I rested my elbows on my knees. Damn, she was fine. She wore six-inch stilettos—bright red—a perfect complement to her black dress with its red piping. Her full lips, slightly parted, were painted blood red. I felt my own blood start to boil.
“Nice of you to show,” Miguel attempted to insult her.
“I know,” she replied, arching one perfectly plucked eyebrow.
The smile spread across my face before I could stop it. Her gaze landed on me. I swallowed hard, barely able to breathe. What were her eyes saying? That she wanted me? Maybe. To go to hell? Possibly. I couldn’t read them at that distance.
Leaning back in my seat, I rubbed my palms on my jeans before folding my arms. I hoped I looked cool. She finally broke the spell and looked at Miguel.
“You want to see me dance.” Again with the statement. She was hot and she knew it.
“Yeah.” Miguel nodded. “Yeah, we wanna see you dance.”
The music began and Madeira stomped her foot and raised her hand above her head, snapping her fingers, commanding the attention of an imaginary partner. She turned away from her audience, holding our gazes until the last possible minute.
Madeira’s dance was the epitome of sensuous. Her feet moved quickly, kicking dramatically at all the right times. She grabbed her skirt and swished it this way and that, flashing stocking-clad thighs with each turn, each movement leaving me hoping she’d lift it higher—just a little higher. She was the mistress of the tease. When the song ended, she gracefully walked back to the front of the stage. My clit was bulging, pressing against my wet jeans. I felt like I’d just fucked this woman. That was the intent, I knew. She was that good.
I was about to take off to find Rizata to ease the ache when Miguel called to me.
“Aleja! Come here. Dance with Madeira.”
“Perdóneme?”
“Dance. You be the man. I want to see how she does with someone leading.”
My legs were shaky as I climbed the steps to the stage. Her gaze followed me the whole way. Trying to assume a cocky swagger, I crossed the stage and held out my arms. She stepped into them, standing a good inch taller than my five feet ten inches. My work boots didn’t have six-inch heels.
Our eyes met and I refused to look away. Nothing was said. Nothing needed to be. The music started and I dipped her. Big mistake. The urge to bend over and suck on her exposed neck was hard to fight. Her mahogany breasts pressed against her bodice, begging to be freed. I roughly pulled her up and held her close. Then we danced, her movements fluid; she turned and dipped on cue, responding to the lightest of touches. The tango we performed was one of love lost, and every time she danced away from me, I felt a void, a chill where the warmth of her body had been.
As the song neared the finale, our eyes met and held until the very end. Both of us daring, challenging the other. Was it really just a dance? The music ended and I held her to me, her arms around my neck, her leg wrapped around mine.
“Bravo! Bravo!” Miguel and the others were standing. I had forgotten we had an audience. I stepped away, immediately missing her closeness.
Forcing myself not to look back, I walked off the stage and returned to my chair while Miguel approached the stage to hire her. I looked up only when I heard the clicking of her stilettos walking back the way she’d come. Again our eyes met, and she fixed me with a smoldering glare. She had to feel the heat. Or had I just been burned?
“Why are you looking at that puta?”
Where had Rizata come from?
“I saw you dance with her. You want to fuck her, don’t you?”
“Easy, Riza, you got no claim on me.”
“What?” She sounded indignant. I sensed a diva-sized tantrum building.
“I’m sorry,” I cooed. The last thing I needed was her making a scene. If Miguel found out about us, my job would be over in a heartbeat. I tried to lay it on thick. “I just meant we hadn’t talked about us yet. You know—what you want out of this and all.”
She was still pouting but seemed placated until she whispered in my ear, “Just be sure you’re in my bed tonight.”
Miguel was looking over his shoulder at me. I was fairly certain he hadn’t heard our exchange, but I didn’t see any reason to stick around. I left the barn and stepped out into the blazing beacon that was the Argentine afternoon sun.
“So you enjoyed the dance?” A resonant voice flowed from behind me.
Turning, I stood face-to-face with Madeira.
“You liked what you saw.” Again, statement or question?
Glancing around to make sure Rizata couldn’t see us, I focused my attention on the enticing woman in front of me. My appreciative gaze started at her sexy shoes, moving leisurely up her shapely legs. I licked my lips as I took in her firm thighs, brazenly lingering where they disappeared under her dress. I longed to run my tongue up to where they met.
During the dance, I got up close and personal with her ample breasts, so I didn’t give her the satisfaction of drooling over them again. Instead I looked at her face—her lips full and inviting. Her black eyes weren’t. She cocked an eyebrow, and I realized she was waiting for a response.
“Yeah. I like what I see.”
She looked bored. “Your boss just hired me. Told me to find you. Something about a chaperone?” She smiled wickedly at that. I didn’t know if it was the idea of a chaperone or the idea of me as her chaperone that amused her.
“Yeah. It’s my job to keep an eye on you ladies. Gotta make sure you’re in your rooms without male companionship come bedtime.”
“What? You’re gonna stand guard outside our doors or something?”
It was my turn to grin wickedly. “No. I sleep in the room with you. Believe me, I’ll know who’s in your bed.”
Her tongue slid out and caressed her upper lip provocatively. She looked like she was about to say something, but remained silent as she turned and walked away.
Holy fuck. I wanted that woman and I wasn’t doing much to hide it from her. I wanted my tongue to caress her blood red lips. Whether she wanted to take me to bed or just tease the hell out of me was unclear. I watched her hips sway as she strutted away from me, imagining grabbing them and pressing her into me.
“Yo, Leja!” Paolo interrupted my fantasy. “Get over here. We need to get things loaded. Miguel says he’s ready to hit the road.”
One last glance at Madeira and I was happy to move equipment or do anything else to alleviate the tension that had mounted in the hour since that woman had first stepped onstage.
“Where we headin’ now?”
Before Paolo could answer, Miguel’s right-hand man walked up.
“Change of plans. Seems the hot new dancer is the daughter of the owners of this estancia in Rosario. To show their gratitude, they’ve invited us to stay for a fiesta. Miguel wants everyone to head around to the courtyard there.”
The courtyard had been arranged with several long tables at one end, which I knew would soon be filled with enough food to feed a poor family for months. Small round tables were interspersed, and Miguel and his compadres sat at one with a man I assumed was Madeira’s father. Rizata and Madeira occupied another with their male counterparts. Lust oozed from the very pores of every man there. The women just appeared bored with them, but the animosity was palpable.
“Come on.” Paolo motioned to three empty tables where we could hang together.
“You go on. I’m gonna look around,” I said before leaving the courtyard and turning left to explore behind the house. A copse of ombús, large evergreen trees, barely concealed an intimate circular swimming pool. I slid between the trees and stood gazing into the clear water, the lights on under the surface now that night was falling. The pool looked inviting, the coolness beckoning to me after an afternoon of laboring in the heat.
“It’s tempting, isn’t it?” Madeira’s voice interrupted my musings.
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sp; “I assume you mean the pool?” I cocked an eyebrow.
“Where did you learn to dance like that?”
“I grew up in La Boca, the barrio where the tango got its start.”
“But you danced so well—like a man.”
I didn’t feel that warranted a response.
“Something tells me you do other things well, like a man.”
I grinned. “Most things I do better.”
“Why do I get the feeling that you don’t often bypass temptation?” she taunted, offering me the back of her dress. My hands itched to comply.
I looked around, fearing that someone might walk up.
“What are you doing?”
She pulled her hair to the side. “I’m going swimming. Now unzip me.”
She stepped out of her dress and stockings in one movement before adeptly removing her bra. I was pleasantly surprised to note that her tan did not vary from head to toe. With the grace she’d demonstrated onstage, Madeira sauntered to the steps and, staring into my eyes, slowly descended into the pool. I didn’t know if it was the water or excitement, but her dusky nipples peaked temptingly toward me.
“Are you really going to let me swim alone?”
“I don’t know that me getting in there with you is such a good idea.”
“I think it’s a wonderful idea.” She swam to my side of the pool, resting her arms on the edge, her long legs gracefully treading underwater, her rounded ass just breaking through the surface.
“You’re scared of me.”
“I’m not scared of anything,” I lied, still concerned that one of her brothers, her father, or even Miguel might walk in on something they shouldn’t.
She pushed off the side and swam away from me on her back, her breasts floating in plain view but her legs never separating enough to show me what she knew I wanted to see. My desire overrode my concern and I quickly stripped out of my jeans and black T-shirt. I stood naked before her and admired her eyes admiring my tight body. My breasts were small, but she seemed to like them.
“Are you coming in?”
“I hope to,” I cracked. “Are you through staring?”
“What if I say no?”
“Then I stand here and let you stare.”
“I’m more into touching than looking.”
I sat on the edge, dangling my feet in the water. “So touch.”
Madeira glided over to me and slid her wet arms over my thighs.
“I thought you were gonna touch.”
She didn’t say a word. There was no need. I lowered my mouth to hers. Her lips parted, and my tongue greedily claimed hers. I felt her hands on my hips and shivered as she pulled me closer. We groaned into each other’s mouths as I slid down her, my wet cunt gliding easily over her firm breasts. I gasped when my hard clit moved over a rigid nipple.
The pool was shallow, so it was easy for us to stand pressed together as one, hands exploring, mouths open, tongues teasing each other. I finally pushed her away and walked back to the wall, where I spread my arms out and lazily kicked my legs.
“What?” she asked.
Grinning, I replied, “I like to make it last. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t just about fuck you right then.”
“I wouldn’t have complained.”
She swam easily to me and placed her feet on my shoulders, keeping her upper body afloat with a graceful motion of her arms through the water.
My gaze didn’t remain on her eyes but dropped to her shaved pussy. My mouth watered as I longed to bury my tongue inside her. My hands propped up her legs as I slid her swollen lips closer to my mouth.
“What’s going on here?”
Turning, I saw Rizata standing, hands on her hips, fire in her eyes.
I slid Madeira’s legs off my shoulders.
Madeira looked from Rizata to me and back again. She sidled up to me, running her fingers over my hair. “She’s too much for you, Rizata.”
I pushed her away. “We’re just messin’ around, Riza. Why don’t you come on in?”
Rizata continued to glare at Madeira.
“I’m serious, baby. Come on in. The water’s fine.”
“She wouldn’t know what to do with you anyway, Leja,” Madeira said. “Let her go back to the fiesta. She can find a nice man to please.”
Her glare never lessening, Rizata unzipped and stepped out of her skimpy denim shorts. Her thin cotton T-shirt was next and there she stood—tanned, toned, and tempting.
Without saying a word, she walked toward us and sat, legs spread, her pussy inches from my face. Her scent beckoned to me, daring me not to feast. I slid her closer to me and ran my tongue the length of her, aching, needing more. My hand cupped her ass, pressing her harder into me.
“Hey!” Madeira pulled me away. “Anyone can spread her legs and let you eat her cunt.” Her hand slid between my legs, spreading my lips and exploring inside me. “But not everyone knows how to please another woman.”
Madeira’s mouth closed over mine, her tongue immediately pressing into my mouth. I welcomed her eagerly, happy to share Rizata’s flavor. I felt her fingers slide out and circle my clit, which swelled at her touch. I tried to tell myself to make her stop, to remember that Rizata was there, but the thought of her watching Madeira please me was only arousing me further.
“You think you know so much.” Rizata slid in the pool and pushed Madeira’s face away from mine. “You don’t know what she likes.” She lowered her mouth and took a rock-hard nipple between her teeth.
“Oh, shit,” I groaned, relishing the feel of her light bite. The shock waves shot down and met with the ones Madeira was creating between my legs. My knees were growing weak.
“Easy, you two, there’s plenty of me to go around,” I managed to say, though I wasn’t sure I wanted either to stop.
“I can make you come so hard, mi Leja,” Madeira whispered.
“But you two need to enjoy this too,” I said. “I don’t want it to be all about me.”
“After last night, I’m ready to please you again and again and again,” Rizata whispered against my neck, her fingers taking over for her mouth on my nipple.
“You’ve had her,” Madeira countered, pinching my clit. “You know you’re ready for some new blood.”
“I’m ready for anything.” I tried hard to stay focused. “But I can’t enjoy myself with you two fighting like this,” I lied. “Tell me, Riza, are you turned on?”
“Of course, Aleja,” she whispered, nibbling my earlobe.
Dios mío. I’m not going to last.
“Madeira, touch Riza. Tell me if she’s wet.”
“What?” they cried in unison.
“Riza, you do the same. I need to know you’re both dripping with desire.”
It took them a minute, but they seemed to come to a silent agreement and somewhat begrudgingly moved away from me, reaching between each other’s legs. The moans that escaped them were obviously involuntary.
I backed away and watched, as aroused at the sight of the two beauties fingering each other as I’d been when they touched me.
“Tell me,” I said. But it seemed I was forgotten as they pressed against each other, their full breasts flattened together as they tried to get even closer. The water churned around them as their fingers worked more quickly. Finally, their open mouths met and they kissed with a hunger I definitely shared.
Madeira pulled away first and looked at me with eyes that didn’t quite focus.
“But it’s you we want,” she breathed.
I took them both by the hand and walked them to the steps. When we got there, I put their hands together.
“Ladies first.” I sounded like a gentlebutch, but I really just wanted to enjoy the vision of those two sexy asses climbing out together. I wasn’t disappointed. When they reached the top, they turned and faced me.
“Please kiss again,” I said as I followed.
When they eagerly complied, my temperature shot up. I took their hands and pulled them dow
n onto a large mat where they lay together, mouths still locked, legs wrapped around each other.
Disentangling their legs, I slid between them. I licked up one of Madeira’s thighs while my fingers grazed the inside of Rizata’s. Both sets of legs parted. The women groaned, hands moving over each other. I glanced up and saw Madeira’s hands cupping Rizata’s breasts as Rizata pinched Madeira’s stiff nipples. The only neglected body parts were the nerve centers between their legs, which were swollen and wet, begging for attention. I was happy to oblige.
My tongue slid inside Madeira while my fingers spread Rizata’s lips. Madeira’s musky flavor and the feel of two wet pussies at once made mine nearly burst. I slid three fingers inside Rizata and fucked her while I sucked on Madeira’s engorged clit. Both women writhed, their moans growing louder. Madeira pressed my head harder into her, riding my tongue as I licked the underside of her clitoris.
Rizata grabbed my hand and pushed it into her open cunt. Madeira ground into me as Rizata took my hand and pressed it against her hardness.
Their heady scents alone were enough to drive me crazy, but combined with the sounds—my sucking on Madeira, my slick fingers sliding over Madeira, the suction of my fingers moving in and out of Rizata—I was amazed I could function.
They panted, grinding into me. I sucked harder on Madeira and pinched Riza’s clit while I pressed into her and was rewarded with both of them screaming at once. Loud, piercing screams that came from deep inside as they gave themselves over to the orgasms we all had a hand in.
I hadn’t planned to stop until I was sure they were finished, but the sound of footsteps approaching and voices calling out in concern forced me to change my mind. I was on my knees, Madeira and Rizata sprawled contentedly on the mats, when Miguel arrived at the pool.
Expecting the worst, I was surprised to see him smiling.
“Aleja! You dog! You keep these ladies happy and you’ll be with the troupe for a very long time.”
He was laughing as he disappeared through the trees.
Relieved at his response and horny after theirs, I lowered my cunt to Madeira’s mouth, all in the name of job security.
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