Chapter 16

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In room 427, she places a handbag on a side-table then turns to face us, smiling. “So, gentlemen?”

“What do you do?” says Frank. He’s eager. Whiskey glass in hand, he’s almost leering.

“Anything you want. What would you like?” She turns to face us, taking the classic 'Eve' pose, a hand on one hip, knee and foot slightly forward, head tilted.

“Let's see what we're paying for,” says Frank. He’s grinning manically. “C'mon, let's see the goods. What d'you think, Larry?”

Chagrin…. Let down…. still pulls at me. But I want this woman. “Yes, by all means, let's see.”

What is it about her?

I deal with whores and sluts every day….

Why should this one be different?

She tilts her head a little then flicks at the switch of a sound system. “What kind of music do you like?”

Frank opens his mouth, but I interrupt him. “You choose.”

She taps at the controls and the music flows with the slow pulse of a heartbeat, smooth and sultry....

Bolero?

“Hey, you like this classic shit?” splutters Conners. She pauses in mid-movement, lips parted slightly.

“Shut up, Frank,” I suggest. He glares at me but subsides.

I lie back on the bed, hands behind my head. “What do I call you?”

Her lips curve. “I’m Mitch.”

“Nice to meet you, Mitch,” I say to her. “Dance for me.”

She slips off her shoes, then ignoring Conners, her eyes holding mine, she sways to the music, dancing for me.

The dress she wears seemed classically respectable when she was sitting and walking, but now that she dances, it falls open, slit to the thigh, displaying long, firm calves and thighs. Hips undulating and her body weaving with the slow, sensual music, she strokes herself, caresses herself….

I want to get between her thighs and bury myself in her. In the background, Frank mutters. “Fuck me….”

Mitch slips hands behind her neck, raising her hair, then sits, backing up beside me, offering me the clasp of the halter. I unfasten it and the halter falls, exposing a slender waist and smooth, sculpted shoulders. The only break in the perfect skin is a small tattoo of a butterfly behind one shoulder. I pause, a hand resting at the top of either arm.

To the fore, Conners is grinning. “Nice tits.” He takes a swig of his whiskey then reaches for her.

“I want to see the rest of the dance,” I say. She rises again, offering me her hand to stand with her, and now, her fingers slide up to clasp around my neck. She’s still moving to the music, her breasts swaying as she shimmies to the pulsing rhythm.

The music throbs, a slow pulsation that binds the sense and invades the mind as her hips twitch to the beat,

It's mesmerising. Bewitching. Hypnotic. My heart pounds….

Frank stands behind her, sandwiching her between us and reaching for the zipper which sits at the small of her back. He tugs at the tab, yanking it down and the dress falls away, puddling at her feet. Mitch steps out of it, wearing only green lace panties, cut high at the thigh.

My hands rest on her waist. Her hands are clasped around my neck, she is all but naked, her hair a tumble of flame and her eyes are pools of green.

“So, what would you like now?” she asks.

From behind, Frank pushes at her shoulders. “On your knees, sweetie. Get your mouth open.”

Mitch breaks away from me, reaching into her bag. Taking out a dozen condoms of different types, she lays them on the table.

“I hate those things,” whines Frank.

She pins him with her gaze. “No wearee. No fuckee.” She resumes her Eve pose. “So, boys, what is it to be?”

You're a whore…

But you’re the most beautiful thing I have ever seen….

“Very nice,” says Frank. “Now, on your knees, darlin.” Obediently, she kneels before him as he unbuckles, unzips and pulls out his hard-on. But she sits back, mouth firmly closed.

“Aw, c’mon,” he protests. “You’re gonna make me wear a rubber for head?” She says nothing, just waits.

Not stupid then….

He scowls, then snatches up a packet.

“Here, let me.” She takes it from him, opens it and then holding the latex between her lips, eases it over his cockhead. Rolling it slowly over him, she takes him deeper and deeper…. Frank groans, his head dropping back. “That’s it, sweetheart. Now, you get sucking.”

She’s good, almost deep-throating him before he pulls away, stoops, and hauls her upright under the arms. “On your back,” he says, jerking his head to the bed. “And spread ‘em.”

As he strips, Mitch lies back, thighs open, fingering herself, giving a show. And as he grinds and grunts into her, she moves with him, making appropriate noises before faking a very nice orgasm as he shoots.

She turns to me. “Larry?”

I want to do this….

But I don’t want it to be like this.

And how else could it be?

The sheer emotional punch of meeting this woman is making me high.

Fuck her.

Get it over with….

Out of your system….

I undress. Watching Conners groping at her has left me flaccid, but now as she arches and lifts her hips in invitation, I harden. Her gaze drops. “That will do nicely,” she says. “Now, put on a rubber and come fuck me.”

She’s soft and warm under me and as I penetrate, her legs swing to wrap around my waist and she moans.

But the moans are faked. I want more than this. I want her to feel something. I want to connect with this woman….

I stoop to kiss her, but she turns her face away.

She'll give head, but she won't kiss?

“Look at me,” I say. “At least look at me.”

She turns her eyes on me. Those great green eyes, flecked in gold and bronze. Eyes to become lost in.

“You're beautiful.” I’m not smiling. Somehow it feels inappropriate.

“I'm glad you think so.” She presses a palm to my shoulder. “Want me to do some of the work?”

I roll to one side and she follows me, swinging a leg across to straddle my hips. “What would you like?”

“Whatever you want. You decide.”

She is mesmerising. Intoxicating. I want to lose myself in her.

I look up, watching as she displays herself, running hands over belly and breast, the line of waist and hip. All the while as she watches me; entranced, I watch her. She moves, her hips twisting as she rides me. And when, with a gasp, I spurt, it is like nothing I’ve felt before. My climax is intense, prolonged and quite exquisite….

Spent, I lie panting, looking up to her as she gazes down. “Good?” she smiles.

“Oh, yes.”

Yes….

“I've gotta go,” says Frank. “Got an early appointment tomorrow.”

He tugs on pants and shoes, dons his shirt and pulls on his jacket, then rather obviously, checks his wallet.

Mitch's eyes narrow. “I'm not a thief.”

He shrugs. “Can't be too careful with girls like...”

“Like me? Is that what you were going to say?”

He tugs a handful of notes from his wallet. “That was great, Mitch. You're good at what you do. Got a card or something?”

“Sure, I have.” But her eyes are slits as the door closes behind him. “He’s a charmer, your friend isn’t he. Frank was it?”

“Yes, Frank. He’s alright.”

She’s picking up the dress, stepping into it. “What are you doing?” I say. “It thought you said we have all night?”

She blinks. “I thought we were done. You want all night?”

“I do. Have you eaten?”

Her forehead wrinkles. “No, I haven't.”

I toss the room service menu at her. “Pick what you like. Let's get comfortable.”