The Strip Ch. 06

Rosie's green eyes widened as she stared at her new friend. "If we keep our ears open? You'd… you'd do that for me?"

Carly gave the sweetest smile she could muster. "Think of it this way, Rosie," she said. "I hate any man taking advantage of a woman. And if we work together, I might yet persuade you into forming a dancing duo!"

The two women laughed. "Help me wipe out my debt, Carly," Rosie grinned, with just the hint of a blush, "and I'll give you that private dance the next time."

The lustful look that flashed across her friend's face made her think maybe the suggestion wasn't such a good idea. The moistness she instantly felt between her legs told her something else.

***

Daniel continued to fold anything other than premium cards. He needed to settle down. Grizzly continued with his baiting at every opportunity, and the crinkly haired young man surprised himself at the ease with which he ignored them.

It was the kid who'd defended him against Grizzly earlier, who sucked him into his first misstep. Under the gun, his Ace-King of diamonds saw Daniel make the usual raise of three times the big blind. Then the kid surprised him.

After several folds in front of him, the youngster pushed all-in from his position on the button. Just like that! When Daniel glanced at the kid, the keen blue eyes stared straight back at him, then the youngster slowly winked.

What the hell did that mean?

Daniel puffed his cheeks out as he sat back. Despite his attempt to pick up a tell, the kid had slipped his shades on under his shock of curly, blonde hair and sat as still as a rock. With a monster, it was unlikely the young man would have pushed all in. That suggested Ace-Queen or Ace-Jack, but probably a middle sized pair.

He'd dominate either of the first two hands, but up against a pair, he'd be in a race. There wasn't much point to that, at this early stage of the tourney. "Take it," he murmured, tossing his folded his cards into the middle of the table.

The kid grinned and turned over Five--Three of hearts, before raking in the pot. A gasp went around the table, mingled with some laughter.

"Freakin' brilliant," Grizzly growled, loving the opportunity to stick another needle in Daniel's effigy. "That's poker."

Stroking the crystal, Daniel resolved to stay calm. You couldn't win the tournament on day one, but you could lose it. It was probably the truest cliché in poker and with such a long way to go, he just had to pick and choose his spots and he'd be back in things again.

***

"So, my little girl's full of surprises," Samuel Smith smiled at Grace.

The brunette returned his smile. His relaxed, sexy attitude with her was in complete contrast to the way he'd handled her when they first met. Then, he'd been establishing his dominance. Now, he was sure of it. It made her feel much more comfortable around the African American.

"In what way, Samuel?" she asked, seductively unbuttoning her blouse as she wandered around to his side of the large desk.

His hands went to her naked breasts as she straddled him. "Got our own signature song, have we?" he smiled, kneading her aroused swells. "I hear it brought the house down last night?"

"Mmmm," she agreed, snaking one hand around his neck and pulling his head to hers. "Want to hear it?" she mumbled into his mouth as her busy hands worked his trousers open. Fishing out his cock, she led him to her already wet opening and lifted her hips up before slowly jerking down on him.

"I was born a while ago…" she softly sang once he was all the way inside. Locking her hands around his broad shoulders for additional purchase, she began to ride him like she was sitting on a moving carousel, gentle upward and downward undulations. "Right back in eighty four…"

"I was born to fuck my man…" She fucked slowly, wanting to hear his moans before she upped the pace. "Once and then once more…"

"Ngh!" he grunted, groaning with each slow, tantalising, down-thrust. Her mouth and lips drifted around one side of his neck as she sang, then the other. When he started to lift his hips upwards, her teeth pulled down on his earlobe.

"Her man wants… Grace to fuck him…" she sang, jerking down violently.

"Oh yeah, baby," he grunted, his fingers gripping tighter as he tried to fuck back. But the singer was in control, their skin slapping against one another as she drove them on. She was an oily machine now, pistoning down with hard, rhythmic thrusts on the black tower that so beautifully filled her.

"Wants her to fuck him… hard and good…" Her words were gasped out now, all pretence at singing lost in her urgent fucking movements. Calm down, she told herself, rubbing her sweaty brow against the side of his face. Make him want it. Make him beg! She slowed the pace again, her tongue cleaning his ear as she gingerly ensured he bottomed out with each down-thrust.

"So good," Samuel grunted through gritted teeth. His hands gripped tighter, telling her he needed more action.

"What d'you want, baby?" she asked, easing her hips upwards every time he tried to thrust up into her. "Want Grace," she teased. "Want your Grace?"

Her hands tightened around his neck and her mouth returned to his, nipping at his lower lips as she began to take him there. "Want to hear my song?" she grunted as her thrusts became more aggressive. Her intenal muscles tightened, clutching his cock in her hot wetness with each downward jerk.

"What's my name…" she sang, her voice reverberating as she bounced harder. "It's Grace Lane! She repeated the words with each down-thrust. "What's my name? Grace Lane!"

The African American grunted with each down-thrust. She was controlling him, bouncing him towards his climax, and he loved it. His throaty growl told her how close he was, his brow knotting with his near-release.

When his hands clutched her perfect ass, digging into the bouncing flesh as he prepared for release, her hands gripped his hair and pulled his face to hers. "What's my name?" she asked through gritted teeth.

"Grace LANE!" he growled, jerking his head upwards and firing out a howl as he released his manjuice into her sucking body. Hot bursts of hot cum fired into her slippery sex. It felt like it lasted forever.

When he came crashing back down from his high, her tongue licked its way around to his ear. "Grace is ready to become an angel, Samuel. What d'you think, baby?"

***

"No fuck ups," Big Eddie told his number two over the line, his tense voice shrill with excitement. "Understand, Desmond? No fuck ups. Tonight establishes Big Eddie as the man in Vegas!"

"I understand, boss," the older man grunted into the phone. There'd be only one fuck up tonight, and it had nothing to do with his job. He'd fuck that sexy, spiky haired bitch—Samuel's bitch—and his boss knew nothing about it.

He'd never hidden anything from his employer before, which was what made the thought even sweeter. He'd watched her dancing and this one was special. The way she'd sucked his cock yesterday had confirmed that, an animal seeking out and feeding on his cum. Fuck, she'd been like a succubus, coaxing everything out of him before swallowing him whole.

God only knew what she'd be like to fuck—

"You get everything sorted?" Eddie was asking him.

He jerked his thoughts back from the delights in store. That could wait a little longer, even though his hard cock was telling him something different. He'd even masturbated last night, thinking about the sexy woman.

"You can rely on me, Eddie," he confirmed. "Everything's in place. Tony's coming with me, I can trust him. Next time we speak I'll be giving you the good news—"

***

Rachal was clear on what was expected. Jimmy had started the job perfectly yesterday—it was her turn today. Kay had told to expect someone with the sexy yet innocent quality that the adult film industry cried out for. This blonde fit the bill, but what she hadn't anticipated was that additional quality, the sparkle in Lauren's eyes that the young blonde didn't even appear to know was there.

It promised so much…

The photo session had gone well. Kay's idea to have them dressed as Indian squaws had been unusual, but inspired. As was the setting. The Grand Canyon, for fuck's sake! She had to hand it to Kay, she knew how to do things!

The shoot gave the opportunity for some scandalously tiny costumes and the two models had filled them so well. Lauren's body was as hot as her own and the thought of corrupting the young woman sent a thrill down to her toes. As yet, the blonde had resisted the coke she'd offered, but it wouldn't be long now. Her resistance was weakening. It was only a matter of time.

Kay had plied them with wine during each break and it wasn't just the weather that was hot. Things couldn't have gone better. Using Meredith rather than Dan had been a brilliant idea. All girls together. The auburn haired photographer had built up the pace, changing the mood from light and sensual to one of sexual tension and arousal. That woman was a genius behind the camera.

She was particularly wild in bed, too.

"Sexy little thing, don't you think?" Rachal asked Lauren as they took a break. When the blonde glanced around, she nodded across at the diminutive woman. "The best female photographer in the States, and she fucks like a rabbit too."

Lauren giggled. She'd had way too much wine today, and that was before Kay had opened the last bottle they were close to finishing. She liked Rachal's rawness. The exotic beauty had no inhibitions.

Rachal was already sliding her chair opposite Lauren's as the blonde stared at the photographer. With the top four buttons of her blouse undone, her lacy pink bra had been on constant display, adding to the sexual theme that consumed everything that had gone on during the day.

The small, khaki coloured canopy provided some relief from the heat of the day between each shoot. Lauren glanced over at Rachal as the model changed position, gracefully unfastening the straps of her sandals before raising her dark skinned legs and settling them across Lauren's thighs. "Like the tattoo?" she asked, her toes pushing the blonde's short leather skirt up to her waist.

Lauren's mouth went dry as she realised her damp thong concealed nothing. Taking a deep breath, she attempted to act as casually as her modelling partner. Her shaking hand ran across Rachal's right foot. The Chinese dragon seemed to be rising out of the woman's toes. "It's really unusual," she smiled, fully aware that the model's dark eyes were observing her closely. "What's the story?"

"Ah, that's really interesting," the exotic looking beauty began, her foot sliding between Lauren's legs and pushing into her crotch. "I'll tell you one day," she huskily told her, her big toe rubbing against Lauren's slippery folds.

Lauren couldn't help but moan, glancing across to make sure they couldn't be seen. Kay and Meredith were busy discussing something, the Agency Head pointing across to the west. Despite herself, the blonde couldn't help but widen her legs to allow Rachal more freedom.

"D'you know what you look like?" Rachal murmured, the corners of her lips curling wickedly.

"What's… that…?" Lauren gasped, her breathing coming in harsh gasps as she stared into the other woman's commanding eyes. She was close.

"You look like you want to be kissed," the beautiful model sexily breathed. She pulled her long leg away as she sat forward, her big eyes devouring Lauren's face. "You want to be kissed, Lauren?" she asked the gawking young model.

Without waiting for an answer, she snaked a hand behind the blonde's neck and softly pulled their heads together. Lauren gulped as the dark haired model held their lips inches apart, silently telling her that she needed to make the final move. Lauren took the hint, jamming her mouth against the sweet lips waiting for her. In seconds, the two women were kissing passionately.

"You know what else you need, babe?" Rachal asked, her soft hands gently pulling Lauren's head away from hers. She held the blonde's gaze, no more than a few inches away, as she smiled playfully into the enchanted eyes. Her hands reached for the small bag on the table, working it loose while maintaining eye contact.

Lauren gulped again—hypnotised—lost in the moment. Whatever it was that Rachal was offering, she wanted some. She was lost in those eyes, aware that the dark haired model was creeping closer at the same time as raising a hand towards her blushing face. She understood immediately.

The exotic beauty kissed her again before slipping her finger into Rosie's mouth. The redhead's lips opened to receive the white powder, heart pounding as Rachal caressed it across her gums. The model rubbed slowly, turning the movement into what felt to Lauren like a deliberately sexual act. She licked her lips, sucking on the finger for a moment.

"Good?" she heard Rachal's voice, somewhere in the distance amidst the different colours behind her eyes. She could hear the experienced model's heavy, sensual breaths were filling her senses, sounding like the purring of a petted cat. The euphoric effect of the coke felt good.

Why hadn't she taken some earlier?

***

Early evening, and the headache Daniel had been feeling all day was getting worse. While people had been moved from table to table all around them, theirs stayed intact. That had given Grizzly the platform to continue his relentless trash talk theme. Worse, although he'd rebuilt his chip stack a little from its earlier low, at $10,400 he felt he was going nowhere.

Survival, he kept telling himself. Just stay tight and make it into day two. Stay patient and things would change. How many times had he repeated that? The crystal helped, too, though he wasn't sure why, other than the calm feeling engendered as he rubbed his thumb along the smooth surface.

The evening break would provide the opportunity for him to find some headache tablets. But not before he took advantage of Ace-Jack in late position. The last hand before the break was giving him the opportunity to increase his stack. After a couple of calls, he made a sizeable raise.

Take it there and then, he thought.

Grizzly had other ideas, making his inevitable call. It wasn't just in the verbal stakes that he'd been riding Daniel all day. With table cards that were as useless as they'd been all day, they checked all the way. Grizzly flopped over his Jack-Six unsuited to display the pair he'd made with the six on the river. "Told ya, you ain't as good as you think, brother," he cackled as he raked in the pot.

Daniel sighed. Any sort of bet on the flop or turn would have won him the pot - and was a pretty basic thing to do. But he hadn't. Geez!

"Nice pre-flop call," he sarcastically responded, slumping back in his seat in disappointment with his play, and at allowing himself to be drawn into the childish banter. If things had been frustrating all day, they were even worse now. He was down to $8500 in chips.

With the tables clearing for the interval, he eased himself to his feet and went in search of a couple of painkillers.

***

So far, so good. Carly hadn't expected another man to be in the car when Desmond picked her up, but the well-worn Tony was as thick as Eddie's number two. No problem there. The boot of the Chevy was filled with everything the two men needed to complete their mission, though with two dolts like this, Carly's main fear was whether they'd blow up the car on the way.

Getting them to the location Samuel had identified was straightforward enough. What was more of a problem was Desmond's instruction for Tony to 'go walkabout.' With the assassin due in less then fifteen minutes, the last thing she wanted was any surprises.

"Don't wander too far," she told the pencil thin man with a wink, as he was leaving the car. "I might have something for you when you get back!" Keeping him nearby might at least allow the assassin to suss out his presence.

Watching Tony slam the door behind him and move off into the dark, she reached into her purse and instantly had two lines of coke spread on the dashboard. "Join me, Desmond?" she mischievously grinned.

"What you doing, girl? I don't want any of that shit?" She couldn't see the shock on his face in the dark, but his voice told her it was there.

"You don't want coke?" she asked, her voice emphasising her mock incredulity. "Everyone who's anyone takes coke, Desmond. What century are you living in?"

"No," he answered, the tremor in his voice indicating a sudden uneasiness. "I'd never take that shit."

"Desmond!" she growled, her voice full of surprise, telling him it was the most natural thing in the world. Reaching out in the semi-dark, her fingernails ran along his thigh. "You've never fucked on coke?"

"Fucked?" he said, his voice less sure. "No—"

"Poor baby," she exclaimed, her fingers now cupping his cloth covered cock. "There's nothing like it, baby. Letting Carly fuck you after you've had coke is… like nothing you can imagine. It'll just blow your mind!"

"Really?"

"Fuck, yes, Desmond," she told him, tracing along the outline of his twitching hardness. "Feel good, baby?" she asked. "When you've had some coke and you're inside Carly, it'll blow your fucking mind!" She leant forward and took the straw she'd produced from her purse, sniffing up one line and purring like a cat. "Oh, baby!"

"How's it feel?" he nervously asked.

One hand dropped to her skirt, flipping it up to her waist and then pulling his hand between her thighs. She wasn't wearing panties. "Sensational," she grunted. "C'mon, baby, the sooner you take it, the quicker we get into the back of the car. Don't you want little old Carly to fuck your lights out?"

Sensing his hesitation, she pulled his hand away, pushing his fingers to his lips. "Taste me, baby," she told him, close enough to see the arousal in his eyes. "Go on, baby," she encouraged, pushing the straw into his free hand. "Take it and then get that big cock out. I'm waiting—"

The big man hesitated, still unsure, and then suddenly plunged forward, clumsily sniffing as much as he could. The spiky haired woman smiled. It had to be closing in on ten thirty, time to get down to business. She was out of the passenger door and into the back of the car within seconds.

"C'mon, big man," she encouraged. "What's keeping you?"

He clumsily hauled himself into the night air, the car light flicking on and then off as he climbed into the rear of the car beside her. With practised ease, she had his pants undone and cock exposed before the effect of the coke hit him.

"Feel good?" she asked, straddling his lap, leading him to the Promised Land.

"Yeah," he grunted, trying to focus as the lights exploded behind his eyes. "Yeah, kinda feels strange."

"You want to fuck Carly?" she asked, sliding him inside her with a growl. The thought of what was to follow had her so wet that despite his size, he was able to enter her with the minimum of effort.

"Fuck, yeah," he grunted. "I ain't ever had one of Eddie's girls before!"

The spiky haired woman tightened her internal muscles around his thick girth. "What, you've never fucked a dancer?"

"Oh, yeah, done that," he grunted, feeling his head spin. Time to confess. "But never someone Eddie's fucking. Never dared."

"Oh, you naughty boy," she whispered into his ear. She fucked him gently, her hands behind her to rest on his thighs. She'd keep him simmering until the assassin arrived. "So… Eddie doesn't know you're fucking his little girl?"