Chapter 10
"Hi," she said, her voice silky and sweet.
She was more spectacular than the last time Dexter had seen her.
She said, "Remember me?"
"Sure."
"I kind of thought you might have."
"Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?"
"Shouldn't I be?"
He said, "I guess so."
She was wearing a tiny bikini. So tiny he couldn't quite tell how it was staying on her body.
"Tanya, isn't it?" he asked.
"You remember my name, don't give me that shit."
She sat down next to him, pulling one of the pool chairs up to where he was stretched out on a cot.
The pool was a bright aqua, the lights making it glow like a large diamond.
He was there to discuss business. Yet, once again, Jonah had left him on the lurch.
"Speedy, my boy, you're gonna have to be patient with me," he'd said over the phone that the butler had brought out to the pool. "I'll be a little longer than I thought."
The only question that remained to be answered, as far as Dexter was concerned, was whether or not the man was getting his cock sucked by one or two whores.
"You leave the interviewing to me, my boy, and I promise you, I'll put us together a core group of sluts that'll turn this town on its ear," the man had said, and so far he seemed to be making good on his threat.
Yet there were important matters to deal with.
For example, the money.
He had a lot of it, and he was authorized to spend it, but there was nothing as of yet on which to spend it, because Jonah had final approval of the plans, and so far the man hadn't been willing to sit down and discuss anything with him.
Tanya said, "He's doing it again, isn't he?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Gimme a break, you know damn well you didn't come out here to swim. You came here to do business, and he's back in town fucking some whore, isn't he?"
"You don't have a lot of respect for your father, do you?"
"Should I?"
"I don't know. It would seem to me to be a decent thing to do."
"Well ... you're right. I don't. I think he's a pig. I can't stand him."
Dexter said nothing, but he couldn't help letting his eyes roam over her body.
She said, "Well ... did you?"
"Did I what?"
"Did you come out here to swim?"
"No ... " he admitted.
"I didn't think so."
She was letting him look her over. She was inviting it, in fact.
She said, "I enjoyed the other day."
"Which day was that?"
"Fuck you."
"You did."
"See there? You do remember."
"Okay, what of it?"
"I was just being nice. I liked it, and I thought you did too."
"Well ... yeah ... "
"But ... ?"
"But what?"
"I dunno. There was a 'but' there somewhere."
"But I don't know why you did it."
She laughed.
"Asshole," she said.
"Why do you say that?"
"You really don't know?"
"Well ... okay. But I mean ... it was ... do you do that all the time?"
"Once in a while. I saw you there ... you were really cute ... I thought why not? And you proved that I was right."
"I did, huh?"
"Didn't you?"
He didn't say anything.
Already she was working her way on him again, just sitting there talking to him.
"Tell me something," he said.
"Anything. Ask and it shall be yours to know."
"Were you serious about your father?"
"You mean that he's back in town fucking a slut? Yeah. Trust me."
"You think he'll be back tonight?"
"Nope. Not until we're finished, anyway."
He stared at her.
"You're really sure of yourself, aren't you?"
"I haven't seen any reason why I shouldn't yet."
She stood up, letting him get a good look at her buns pressing against the skin-tight material of her bikini.
She said, "Come on ... come get me."
She moved towards the pool but his hand was already pulling on her bikini, hooked around the elastic waist band.
"Drag your sweet little tail back here," he said to her. "We're just getting started."
"Oooooo ... big strong man gonna do the little girl in?"
He pulled her back onto him. As she spilled into his lap her tits both flopped easily out of the skimpy string top.
She made no effort to cover them up, if, indeed, they'd been covered in the first place.
He stared at her.
She stared at him, grinning. "You're a bad little girl, you know that?" he said.
She giggled and kissed him, then threw her arms around his shoulders. "The wickedest."
"Why is that?" he asked her.
She sighed. "You ask some Godawful questions, you know that?"
She kissed him again, sucking on his tongue and lips this time, rubbing her naked tits against his shirt. "How come you still have your clothes on?" she asked.
He said, "Because you took me by surprise and I haven't had a chance to recover yet."
She said, "Well ... you're just going to have to make an effort."
Her fingers were unbuttoning his shirt, she was already running the tips down his chest hairs ...
"You're going to go into partnership with my daddy, aren't you?" she asked.
For some reason, warning bells started to go off in his head.
"How did you know that?"
"I have friends in his office."
"Who?"
She giggled. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Yeah ... I would. Who?"
The last thing they needed for this project was publicity. Particularly at this early a stage.
"Silly ... I know everyone in the office, and they're all totally reliable."
"Yeah? Well maybe I wasn't worried about them."
"Who then ... ? Ohhhh ... You were worried about me, huh?"
He said, "Are you trustworthy?"
She took his hand and placed it on her tits. "You tell me."
"Hmmmm ... feels pretty solid, I must admit."
"As the Rock of Gibraltar."
He squeezed ... then squeezed harder ... then had to check himself, remembering the demon that had overtaken him in Jonah's penthouse.
Three sleepless nights had followed that session, nights wracked with guilt.
Then, the demons had faded, and he'd found he could sleep again, and he supposed that experience had taught him something about himself.
And now he felt that he needed to re-learn that lesson.
Otherwise, he might find himself mutilating these sweet little tits of hers, which, actually, weren't all that little.
He squeezed harder. He remembered her words, "Do anything you want," and he waited to hear them again.
"You've been bad, huh?" he said, trying to ease into it.
"I'm always bad."
"You know what happens to bad little girls?"
"Depends on who catches them."
"Well, right now, it looks like I've caught you."
"I guess so." She was getting more and more into the breast massage he was giving her.
He made a special effort to keep the pressure soft and gentle.
Yet they were so perfect, so beautiful, so achingly right for squeezing, he couldn't help himself, and the fact that she groaned in ecstasy when he applied some stiff pressure didn't do a damn thing to cool the fires burning inside his body and mind and soul.
"You're not like other girls, you know?"
"Mmmmm ... I know. Isn't it fun?"
He squeezed harder, pinching them now with his fingers. Both hands were on them. His fingertips were pushing hard against the mounds.
She did nothing but invite more.
And more.
And still more.
"Yeah ... " she moaned. "That's right. That's just absolutely right."
He moved the tips of his fingers up to her nipples now ... pinching them just as hard as he possibly could, squeezing them, making them virtually flat.
He pulled them towards him.
The mounds of each breast elongated as he stretched them in his direction.
Then he started to shake them, violently.
As hard as he could.
Back and forth ... back and forth ...
Shaking them like one would shake a rug.
Keeping a firm grip on her nipples.
She moaned. She never stopped moaning, in fact.
She closed her eyes and seemed lost in ecstasy.
His cock was stiffening, of course. How the hell were you supposed to keep the thing under control in a situation like this?!
She felt his cock, and with her cunt seemed to seek it out, pushing against the tip, working her pelvis against the bulge in his pants.
"Um ... why don't you pull those things down, or pull that thing out ... or do something to kick this to a higher plateau?"
He looked around. "Right out here?"
"Are we going through this again? You got all bent out of shape before, didn't you? You really worry a lot."
"I'm working for your father, as you so aptly pointed out. I don't feel like getting my ass shot off."
She said, "How'd you like to get it fucked?"
"By you?"
"You see any trained sheep out here?"
"You got a point."
She reached inside his pants and started to squeeze his cock. Her fingers were delicious.
She stroked steadily, pulling on the thing, unzipping his fly finally and unbuckling his belt. She didn't bother to pull his pants down. She just opened them and pulled his cock over the elastic band of his under shorts, and then she pulled the string ties on either side of her bathing suit.
The material vanished like clouds after a storm.
She spread her legs around him and guided his cock into her pussy.
"Christ," he said in amazement as his cock slide effortlessly into her, "You're wet!"
"What did you expect? Sand?"
"Play on words?"
"Nope. Play on your cock."
She had the whole shaft inside her cunt now.
With the walls she started a rippling movement that was unlike anything he'd felt in his entire life.
She started at the front, squeezing with the rim of her cunt hole itself.
Then, just as she was relaxing that grip, she started to move the muscles just behind the rim of her cunthole, repeating the process until she had the muscles all the way at the back pressing around the base of his cock.
She was able to switch from one set to the next with rapid-fire ease.
She said, "You like that?"
He said, "I'd be a damn fool not to, don't you think?"
She giggled.
"Yeah."
She pulled her hips back again, lifting her cunt off his cock.
The shaft slid back out of her pussy ... and this time, he was ready for her. He had the head back at her hole.
He slammed his shaft up at her, slid his cock all the way in, and he felt her start to crumble.
One thing he had to say about working for her old man ... there were some really sweet fringe benefits.