Chapter 5
"Well, I'll say one thing," Max remarked, casually surveying his newly shaven chin in the gilt edged mirror of their hotel room, "this little business trip of ours is turning out to be heavier on the hot cunt than on the hot ice. Heavier than we bargained for, huh?"
"... three thousand, four thousand ..." Ian muttered under his breath.
"What d'ya think, is it legit?" Max asked, running one big hand through his sandy hair to achieve the disheveled, devil-may-care look that became him so well. "Is it?"
"... five thousand, six ..." said Ian, then came out of his concentration trance to glance at his partner. "Save it buddy," he sighed, "just for two minutes, okay? I'm counting the quid and it would be nice if I got the right number of beans in the pile. Those fellas tend to get a trifle sore if you short them a thou. Seven thousand, eight..."
Max turned from the mirror and watched the neat pile of greenbacks growing on the table under Ian s expert dealing hand. It was money they would fork over to a Nice contact tonight in exchange for a mixed bag of stones, mostly top quality sapphires. His thoughts drifted back to the smashingly top quality of Rene's deep blue eyes, and he chuckled, remembering how good it had been. He strode to the window, straightened his expensive tie, hitched up his very expensive pants, and sighed contentedly.
"Things were never this good in Texas" he grinned, still thinking about the little lady with the top quality eyes.
"Nope," said Ian, "they weren't." He folded the money neatly into his breast pocket, checked his gun, slipped into his jacket and headed for the door. "Come on," he said quietly, "it's zero hour."
As the Porsche slipped sleekly through the gathering dusk towards the rendezvous, Max and Ian got down to discussing the interesting events that had taken place during their short stay in Nice.
"You know," said Max, slipping into the Texas drawl of which he was so fond, "all these mysterious broads suddenly appearing on the scene-well, I just wonder if it's legit"
"All what mysterious broads?" Ian questioned coolly. "So far I count three-Jeanette, Lisa, and the chick who wouldn't spill to you last night That's not exactly a record, you know, for two towns."
"I know, I know," Max rejoined, "but that's not my point I just smell something funny going on. Plus which my nose tells me that Lisa chick set up a new chase for us."
Ian smiled quietly, let a few tantalizing minutes go by in order to tease Max, then tightened his black gloved hands on the wheel of the Porsche and launched into a rendition of the Lisa incident ending by fishing out and displaying the key.
"Le Coq & Or, huh?" said Max musingly, turning the key over and over in his big palm. "Ever heard of it? Know anything about it?"
Ian shrugged. "Been in it before, years ago. Nice bar, some class. Lot of Americans hang out there."
"Ring a bell?"
"Sure. Le Bistro. Same. So?"
Max gave an exasperated sigh. "Look old buddy, maybe you aren't worried about what we've gotten into, but I am! Things were never like this in Texas, and I'd like to see to it that they stay that way. I smell a fuckin' rat and it makes me nervous."
Ian nodded coolly. "I agree," he said. "But wild horses couldn't hold me back from finding out what's going on."
Max sighed. "Let me put it to you this way. Who might they be most likely to set on the tail of a couple of American smugglers?"
Ian shrugged. "For a start, a couple of other Americans."
"And," Max said darkly, "what type of other Americans would they choose for this dirty little task?"
Ian smiled. "The girls, most likely."
"Ohhh!" said Max elaborately, "so you have heard of Mata Hari!"
"I wasn't born yesterday, for your information. By the way, how's your gun?"
"Why?"
"What do you mean 'why? I thought you were just lecturing me about double-cross. Okay, we're coming to the contact point. Here we go, a neat load of sapphires for a smooth pile of green. Business is on, and the discussion is closed."
From there into Cannes, Max couldn't get another word out of Ian on the subject of the key. He intended to follow through, and that was that. The contact went as smooth as glass, and that night found them in Cannes outside the Coq & Or, looking the set-up over from the outside, just as before. Ian felt his cock jerk in his pants just at the thought of what might lay ahead. The spot was approximately as he remembered it.
"Either we get laid," he said coolly, "or we get laid out. Let's go." He led the way forward, throbbing inside with the challenge, reflecting that something chanced is something gained. At least he knew they sure as hell had nothing to lose by trying.
They stood for a minute inside the door, taking the place in. It was about half full with a few good looking unattached chicks draped around here and there. The other guys in the place looked pretty happy with both the chicks and the drinks, so Ian guessed that it was an all right scene, "Seems good," Ian joked to Max. "Guess we won't get poisoned on the booze from the looks of it. Let's go find out."
They sat at the bar, side by side, and Ian followed his instructions to the letter.
"Two beers," he said to the bartender.
"Uh, and a shot on the side," Max added.
"Yeah okay, and a shot on the side," Ian chimed in.
"Might as well do it right while we're at it," Max winked. "This is the best way to get started ya know."
After downing the shot Ian fished for the key and tumbled it out of his palm onto the bar so that it made just a little bit of clatter. Then they both sat there nursing their beers trying like hell to look like they knew what was up. Playing it cool. Waiting.
It didn't take long. Both of them had been running their eyes over what looked like available snatch, trying to figure out which one it would be, when suddenly Ian was aware of a woman standing at his elbow. He turned to face her and saw by her uniform that she was one of the barmaids, a smashing blonde creation with huge enticing eyes, and tits to match. Ian heard Max draw in his breath sharply just at the sight of her. The hair was peroxide blonde, and the cunt had probably been around, but Ian liked the looks of her nevertheless. Pretty clearly, the lady had a lot to offer.
She smiled and pocketed the key. Bingo, Ian smirked to himself. Then she seemed to hesitate, glancing from one to the other of them. "Both of you?" she asked, almost businesslike about it
"Uh, yeah ... yeah, I guess so," Ian responded, mystified.
"Swell," she answered, shooting him a suddenly dazzling smile, a smile that made his guts turn over and made his pants almost fall off by themselves. There was so much promise in that mouth of hers - lipsticked red and glistening, slightly hard but full of smiles-that Ian could almost feel in a flash what she would be like in bed.
"C'mon," she ordered, throwing him a suggestive smirk and giving a toss of her blonde head towards the door. "Let's go to my place." Then, "My name's Anita," she added over her shoulder, almost as an afterthought
"I don't believe it," said Max under his breath, sipping the good scotch Anita had poured for them both and relaxing on the couch in her sumptuous living room. "I just don't quite mother-fuckin' believe it"
"I knew that key would unlock some snatch for us," said Ian in a low voice. "My only question is what goes along with it and why."
Anita had disappeared into the bedroom-to dispose of her waitress outfit Ian assumed. A second or two later she came out again and he saw that he'd been right Anita's ample and vivacious curves were very thinly covered with the kind of thing his best society clients often wore. It was black, sheer, lacy and bordered around the edges with fluffy, feathery white maribou. The net effect was sumptuously smashing. It made Ian want to grab her so bad that he could taste it
"Wow!" said Max, practically dropping his drink. Ian didn't say anything. He was still trying to find his voice, because the suggestion of her nakedness, flaunted by that filmy black negligee, had gone straight to his groin and stayed there.
Anita paused in the door a moment for effect letting the two pairs of admiring eyes take her all in. Then she sauntered casually across to them, picking up a cigarette from the box on the table and lighting it with a gold lighter. As the flame flared, Ian caught the clear outline of her very beautiful face, and he knew at a glance that she was hard as nails on the outside but warm as toast within.
Pure gold, Ian thought to himself, a heart of pure gold.
Real class, Max was thinking, as he guzzled the good Scotch, this broad is real class!
Anita let the flame of the lighter linger for a moment, knowing that it ifluniinated her features and her shining white-blond hair very attractively. Then she snapped it shut and, taking a long drag on her cigarette, began to dance a little in time to the music she had put on the record player.
"Let me ... entertain you ...," she sang in a husky whiskey voice, swishing her hips seductively, "Let me ... make you smile ..."
She glanced up and saw the two of them mesmerized by her act. Max's eyes were falling out of his head, but Ian sat back comfortably and looked at her with steely blue eyes, arms folded, drink balanced in one big hand, and a pleased half smile teasing around his mouth.
"You're the one, aren't you?" said Anita, stopping suddenly and looking straight at Ian. "The one who won the key, I mean."
"I guess you could put it that way," he responded suavely. "How did you know?"
"Ohhh ... I just knew," Anita smiled coyly, and began dancing again. The way she moved, the way that filmy black thing she wore undulated back and forth with her body, Ian knew that he was being treated to an A-number one seduction. As it swished and swayed, it first concealed her gorgeous curves, and then revealed them so explicitly that he thought he would come right there in his pants.
Anita was still humming to the music as she danced around in front of them, occasionally stopping to pick up her glass from the table and down a gulp or two of Scotch. Her lips were seductively wet with the Hquor, and the smoke from her cigarette curled gracefully in the air as she moved.
Her tits, full but firm, bounced and jiggled deliciously as she expertly tantalized them with her near naked flesh and all the promise it held. Occasionally she smoothed her hands down her torso, making the gown cling tightly to her boobs so that they were clearly revealed, nipples taut and darkening with arousal, punching out like two fine rubies on two white velvet piflows. Either the lady is an ex-fan dancer, Ian reflected calmly, or she is a professional Delilah. Now, whose hair is she out to cut? That's what I want to know.
Finally Anita fell on her knees in front of them, sinking into the soft carpet like a snake. She leaned one elbow on Ian's right thigh the other on Max's left thigh, and grinned up at them both with equal invitation.
There was a long moment of superbly sexual silence while the three of them just stared at each other, fucking with their eyes, "What," said Max finally, unable to resist, "is this all about?"
Immediately he realized it had been a tactical error. Anita threw her head back and laughed teasing-ly, huskily, exposing even white teeth and a tongue that Max wanted to get his lips around and damn the answer.
"About?" she said, her eyes sparkling. "Oh, it's just good times for good people. You might as well sit back and enjoy it, because I'm not going to tell you a thing. Oh, maybe later I might let you in on the secret," she added, running her hand up and down Max's thigh. "Much later."
Yeah, Max was thinking, much later when it's too late. Damn but these broads we're ra lining into are long on mystery. And closed in the mouth! "Okay, lovely lady," he said aloud. "Have it your way. Lead on!"
Her exquisite mouth curved into a tantalizing smile then, and she shoved her palm further forward up his thigh, grazing skillfuUy and gracefully over the bulge of his balls. Then, turning her smoky gaze on Ian, she did the same to him, just barely brushing over his already engorged sex.
Ian stared at her blatantly for a moment. Then, all in one motion and with no warning, he swept forward and pinned her mouth in a stunning kiss, at the same time yanking her velvet white arm behind her back and imprisoning it there. From her stifled gasp, from the violent tension quivering in her flesh, he knew he had hit the trigger of her desire.
Her sensuous lips remained tightly closed, pushing against his like ripe yielding fruit, defenseless but unwilling to be eaten. He knew it was a momentary game. She would give him everything she had, and give it to Max too before the night was over. He probed with his lips, pushed with his tongue, attempting to force her to open for him.
Suddenly her mouth parted, her pearly teeth came out, hovered for a moment, and then bit him square on the Hp. Hard.
Ian gasped and drew back.
Anita pulled back too, and grinned.
Max just sat there, wondering what the hell Ian had gotten them into this time.
"I think the bedroom is more comfortable," said Anita quietly, rising from the floor so that every curve in her voluptuous body danced teasingly before their eyes. She undulated towards the bedroom door, paused and looked back to see if they were following. They were, Ian ahead of Max, and stripping as they went. She disappeared into the darkness, and they paused to look at each other.
"Shit, man," said Max. "Never seen anything like itl"
"Me too," Ian grinned. "And I have a feeling it gets better."
When they reached the bedroom there were dim Hghts Ht all around and Anita was lying on her back in the middle of the huge bed, still clad in the filmy black negligee. She was squinning up and down, writhing against the piUows in time to the music, her legs opening and closing enticingly. Max and Ian both felt Hght-headed as they watched her, knowing that the treat they were about to enjoy had been worth every single minute of that simple fist fight in Lyon, and worth every single moment of danger they might have to pay out for it. The heady aroma of sex juice mixed well with the sharp odor of fear, and flowed through both of them like an aphrodisiac.
"Come down here where its warm," Anita whispered seductively. Somehow, before either of them knew what was happening, they were both out of their clothes and stretched out, one on either side of her, naked in the big bed. They grinned at each other over the voluptuous mounds of her breasts, over the shining goldenness of her hair. Then she glanced up at them both, first one and then the other, fluttering long, black-mascaraed eyelashes.
"Well?" she said softly.
Max took one edge of the filmy black gown in his finger tips and Ian took the other. At the same time they pulled it apart, exposing her succulent nakedness from neck to toe. Then they dived in like hungry men at a feast, suckling and panting over the swelling tits that thrust up so deficiously against their faces.
"Ummmmmm," Anita murmured, sinking back into the pillows, abandoning herself to the next few hours of joy. There was nothing she enjoyed quite so much as two strong naked men, two huge throbbing cocks at one time. "Oh yes," she gasped, "suck me, suck my tits!"
She grabbed one boob in each hand and thrust them up against the two eager mouths that were lustily angling for her ripe nipples. Max's hungry lips closed on the right rosebud, and Ian's mouth voraciously devoured the left. They began sucking and pulling at her instantly, fired to the utmost by the power of her very obvious desire. Before they even touched them, both of them saw that her nipples were erect with the anticipation of pleasure, bunched up into hard little dark pink candies. Ready for them to suck.
"Ohhhh, yes, yes," Anita cried out, tossing against the piUows with abandon, already eroticaUy fired to the point of blast-off.
Both of them sensed this instantly, and began running their sMUed hands over her nakedness tantahz-ingly, bringing her to an even greater height of arousal. She undulated and squirmed under the power of their fingers, parting her legs for them as easily as if they had inserted the key in the lock of her private passion, turned it, and opened her most secret depths.
That damn key, Max was thinking deliriously, is good for one thing at least I wouldn't have missed this for the worldl
Ummm, Ian was thinking, this is somethin' else! Just goes to show you that a few punches in the right direction can sometimes pay off I
Together his hand and Max's slid into the creamy crevice of her thighs, already moist with the dew of cunt juice, already steamy and streaming with desire. She squirmed on the bed, resisting slightly, but not very much; just enough to make it better for the both of them. Finally Ian felt her muscles yield. He pulled her left thigh wide open, just as Max grabbed and pulled on her right
She lay there now, spread-eagled, waiting to be taken. Then she reached out and enfolded Ian in one arm and Max in the other. Ian she pushed over on top of her, and Max she pulled towards her, so that he was forced to scoot up on his knees until his prick was level with her mouth. Neither of them was very surprised. It was her show, and they had expected her to run it After all, this was part of the mystery for her to start out calling the shots in bed.
She eased Max over on top of her until his knees straddled her shoulders and his enormous, throbbing prick, engorged to the bursting point by now, hovered directly above her lovely lips.
Max could see the promise of her lips glistening beneath his tool, and he didn't feel cheated a bit. A mouth like that would know what it's about. He could tell just from the way her lips moved now, gaping open and then pouting closed, that she was teasing him with the skill that he was about to enjoy. He felt breathless, hovering above her Hke that his enormous rod dangling right at the edge of heaven.
"Mmmm, do it," he murmured, his eyes burning lewdly into hers. Glancing down, he could see the pulse beat throbbing through his swollen member Hke a rhythm of jungle drums, could see the first drops of his love juice oozing over the snub-nosed head. He sat back slightly on his heels so that his jerking weapon grazed her velvety neck and throat, and then stabbed fiercely at the two swollen mounds of her satiny boobs, making her nipples pucker instantly with excitement.
He jockeyed forward on his knees, loving the feeling of the way his engorged rod swung and bounced above her face, begging her and threatening her at the same time. Her shining eyes glistened up at him, filled with the ecstasy that Ian was creating in her cunt; he was playing with his hand, all of his fingers delving into the nectar filled sweetness, teasing and arousing. Max loved watching her face, knowing that what he was seeing was half a reaction to Ian, and half a reaction to him. Somethin' else, he breathed silently to himself, this whole fuck is going to be somethin' else!
Meanwhile Ian, right behind him, was feeling exactly the same way. All Ian could see was the satiny white expanse of Anita's thighs spread eagerly open for him and, above that Max's broad muscular back and ass, getting ready to take their pleasure from her mouth.
Ian smiled to himself, anticipating the glory of the cunt hole that waited for him, dripping already with juice, succulently inviting. He placed his hands on her thighs and shoved them wide, as open as they would go. Her snatch expanded then, the swollen lips of it parting like the petals of a flower when it is over-ripe, needing to be picked. He stared at it, and loved what he saw.
The silky pink membranes, ghstening with juice, were spread wide apart for him, all of them in full bloom and throbbing violently with desire. At the top of her parted lips he could see the clit sticking up, already swollen and pulsating madly, begging for him to touch it. He reached down and took his enormous throbbing tool in his hands and manipulated it forward until the very tip of it pressed against her throbbing bud.
"Ahhhhhhhr," she gasped feeling the swollen head of his thing nudging her secret button, catapulting her into the realms of uncontrollable desire. Ian held his rod between his fingers like a sensitive instrument and manipulated it, using it on her as skillfully as he knew how. She writhed and thrashed against the bed, teased almost beyond endurance. The lubricating fluid dripped from the head of his weapon, so that it slid easily against her clitoris, driving her nearly insane with need. Her hips began to buck upward in a jerky uneven rhythm off the mattress, begging for an entrance.
At the same time, Max was performing almost the same ritual, teasing the ring of her opened lips with the dripping head of his tool. He worked it around and around, caressing her mouth, dipping in sometimes and then out again, hitting every erogenous zone he could find. Then he let go of his thing and began to caress her soft blond hair with his hands, running his fingers sensitively and skillfully through the feathery golden masses. He couldn't help but be reminded of Renée as he touched that exquisite fluffy hair. Renée had been less hard and less experienced, and younger; but Max could imagine that she might turn out to be a woman like Anita in time.
Max felt her lips reaching for his rod, sfraining eagerly, licking out lasciviously, and desire surged up in him so raw and so wild that he almost wanted to ram it down her pretty throat. But he didn't He held back, thoroughly enjoying the tantalizing way that her skilled lips teased him, first pushing him back, then inviting him in. He could feel the load building in his balls, and he knew that he would have to hang on hard in order to save it He wanted to meet her, blow for blow, make her give him a good long ride, and then give her something to remember him by.
"MMMMMhhhhhh!" Anita murmured, teasing him with her lips mercilessly. She folded them around the head of his cock; then pulled them back with a soft sucking sound, ending up with a delicious lick of her tongue right across his dripping tip. Max was going crazy, wanting to shove it into her mouth so much that he could hardly control himself. He knew that Ian was carrying on behind him, doing the same thing to Anita's cunt that Anita's lips were doing to him.
Suddenly he saw her glistening eyes dissolve into dreaminess and, at the same time, he felt a jolt of power behind him. Anita's lips parted like magic, and he knew that Ian had shoved his tool into her wet waiting cunt hole.
"Ohhhhhh," Anita breathed, her eyes fluttering closed. Her sweet mouth parted like magic and Max's tool slid home, deeply, to the very back of her succulent throat The minute he felt his rod ram home in Anita's warm mouth, he knew that he was in for a good one. Instantly her oral membranes closed about him, enfolding him as tightly and stollfully as her vaginal walls were grabbing at Ian's cock. He had felt the shove of Ian's tool, felt the impact of Ian's body coming forward, felt the way Anita had jumped in ecstatic response. Now he balanced on his knees above her, beginning a rhythm with his rod in her mouth, watching her face.
He felt Ian slamming forward behind him, and he could see every shove echoed on the delicate skin of her forehead, in the delicate vvrinkles around her eyes. Only Anita's mouth was hard. The rest of her was as soft as butter, waiting to love a man right, waiting to take him in. Anita's mouth was closed around Max's cock right now and, looking down, he could see that those hard muscles were put to skillful use now. Out of all the things Anita could do, giving a man pleasure was the thing she did best
She sucked Max in then, drawing his cock so deeply into her throat that he felt as if she would swallow him alive. There was nothing quite so warm and wonderful as a sweet skilled mouth around your tool, sucking and pulling as if every drop was precious. Max abandoned himself to the joy of her hps, feeling the load in his balls rise up and gather itself together, anxious to shoot. He wanted to pour his come into that sweet throat wanted to make her swallow everything he had. He began pumping in and out of her tight mouth in an even rhythm, feeling her respond, feeling her tongue graze him delicately with every stroke.
She washed her tongue back and forth over the tip of his tool, drawing the juices out of him, almost begging him to shoot in her mouth. He shoved forward, driven nearly insane by the glory that she offered him. First she teased him with her tongue on the forward stroke, then she sucked like hell on the backlash so that he wondered if she meant to pull his prick off in order to make him come.
He could feel and hear Ian breathing heavily behind him, and he knew that each magnificent thrust of Ian's rod in her cunt made her react with a spectacular suck on him.
"Uhh, uhhhhhhh," Ian choked out, shoving his dick forward into the exquisite tight softness of her unbelievable hole. He was flying high from the ecstatic sensation she gave him, for her swollen cunt shoved up eagerly and grabbed him with every thrust, just at the moment that he shoved down.
"Jesus," Ian breathed, not quite to himself, "you're the most fantastic screw I've ever had!"
"Ummmmhmmmm," Anita responded delightedly. Ian jumped because he was a little surprised that she had heard him. After all, he had said it so softly, and the brick wall of Max's body was between them. She couldn't say much more because the throbbing thickness of Max's cock was in her mouth, but Ian was satisfied with what he had gotten. He closed his eyes tightly and slid forward, relishing the velvety feeling of Anita's cunt walls sucking him in. Just as her mouth was swallowing Max, taking every single thing he could give her, her hole was swallowing his tool, giving every single thing she had.
"Uuuuggghhh," Ian gasped, slamming into her now with frantic intensity. She was so warm now, so deliriously warmed up, that her pussy hole fitted his throbbing weapon like a glove. She sucked him in wetly, her vaginal muscles contracting in an ecstasy of response to his eager thrusts. He could feel the juice flowing down from her canal and drenching him. Just as he would imagine her saliva was drenching Max's tool, sweetly, tantalizingly, at this very moment "Ahhhhhhhhh, Holy Christ!" Max breathed ecstati- cally, and Ian knew he was right He could picture how it was for Max now, his swollen throbbing cock enfolded in the wet softness of Anita's sucking mouth. How she was putting and pulling at him, drawing his cream right out of his balls, begging him to pour it down her throat
"Aaaauuuuugggghhhr Max groaned, humping his hips forward into the puckered sweetness of Anita's oral cave. Ian looked up and saw Max's pelvis going hell bent for leather, slamming his weapon into her face with uncontrolled power, banging his hairy balls against her sweet cheeks in a frantic tattoo.
"Uuuuugggnnnnhhhhf" Ian groaned, grinning to himself over the sight of Max enjoying her, and enjoying her himself at the same time. He knew that of Max was getting as much of a kick out of feeling him humping in her cunt as he was getting out of feeling Max pumping in her mouth.
Ian fastened his fingers around her succulent hip bones then, drawing her cunt downwards and towards him, his whole body aching to blast in that sweet ecstasy of her cavern. She let herself be pulled, gave herself completely, raised her graceful legs and opened them wide so that Ian could slam his cock more and more deeply into her canal The way she clutched him, the way the velvet insides pulled at him, he felt as if he was going out of his mind. He had to blow inside her soon, or explode completely. From the way Max's hips were pumping forward, stuffing cock into her sweet mouth, he was pretty sure Max felt the same way. But from the way Max's hips were moving, Ian knew for certain that Anita's sweet mouth was pulling every drop of his load and glad to have it
"Uhh, uuuuhhhhnnnhhhhh,'' Ian groaned, throwing himself towards the finish line, feeling the burning fire of his load surging in his balls, struggling to break free. Suddenly it shot jerking wildly, spraying cream against the clutching, sucking insides of her sweetness.
"Now!" Ian yelled, falling forward so that he almost landed against Max's thrashing body..
"Aaaahhhhhhhhl" screamed Max and Anita at the same time, doubling up in spasms of pleasure that only fired Ian's intense desire. The three of them thrashed wildly together for a long time, sucking and pulling and shooting until they were drained to the dregs and exhausted. Anita had sucked Max's explosion into her mouth, sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed until his balls were dry and not a single drop of sperm was left to dribble from the sensuous edges of her lips.
At the same time, she had pumped her cunt at Ian, eagerly draining him of everything he had to give her, pulling it out of him with her passionate desire and swallowing him so that, at last he lay exhausted between her legs, his cock shriveling slowly. Tlmmmmm," Ian exhaled, pumping out the last of his climax into her hole, feeling her spasms of excitement clutching at him, urging him to one last effort
He tried but he failed. He had poured into her everything that he had, and now he could only shove his hips at her in remembered ecstasy, straining to prolong the moment knowing they were both fulfilled.
He liked that though, the way she kept trying to squeeze come out of him even when there was nothing left The way her hips kept bucking at him, even though her climax had been well fulfilled. He smiled, and slowly pulled his dick from the clutching tightness of her hole.
She was just sucking the last drops of come from
Max's prick. He could hear her, could see her pulling him dry and letting him fall then from her wet sensuous mouth.
Max rolled over and fell on the bed beside her, closing one big hand around both of her full tits just as she licked her lips clean of his cream. Ian watched with pleasure the movements of her pussycat tongue licking first one side and then the other of her skilled, experienced mouth. He could see from the rapt expression on her face that she was more than delighted with both of them.
He sat back on his heels, feeling his cock shriveling away to nothing again, lying limply against his sweaty thighs, still dripping with the remains of his load.
"What a woman!" Ian exclaimed, his eyes drenching her with unmistakable admiration. Anita grinned, lifted her sensuous arms and placed them casually behind her head.
"You boys be around for a while?" she drawled suggestively. "I like what I got and I'm hoping there's more where that came from."
"We got all night lady, for the likes of you," Max laughed, squeezing her tits lustily.
"Just all night?" Anita responded seductively in her irresistible whiskey voice. "No more? I was hoping for a long run. Say, several very hot and heavy days."
"Well, thanks for the compliment mam," Max joked, accentuating his Texas accent as he often did because women usually got a kick out of it, "but the fact is that we've got to get on the road again. Ian and I, we're working men you know."
"Oh, what a shame," she grinned slyly at him. "I had hoped you two were millionaires or something like that-independently wealthy, with nothing to do except play with someone like me."
Covertly Ian and Max exchanged glances, wonder- ing if the lady knew what she was saying. Ian's customary cool, tight smile was hovering at the corners of his handsome mouth, making his thoughts totally unreadable from his expression.
"Oh really?" Ian said, a slight teasing edge to his voice. "Whatever gave you that idea?"
"You've got class," Anita replied evenly, "both of you." She lifted her arms and pillowed her head on them, making her luscious boobs swell up against Max's fingers. "In bed and out," she added meaningfully, giving Ian a very direct look.
He bowed his head in suave acknowledgement, and kept his mouth shut If he kept her talking she might hang herself, and then they'd know the score-or at least the rules of play in this strange bedroom game. Meanwhile he stroked her delectable thighs casually. They were drenched with her sex juice and his come, making them feel spectacularly satiny.
"Oh well!" she sighed suddenly, settling the pillows more comfortably under her head. "If you have to leave me, it can't be helped. But at least I can give you a little gift as a thank you present." She winked meaningfully, stood up and walked to the dresser where her handbag lay, rummaged a few minutes, and came back with something in her hand. Ian had a sinking feeling that he damn well knew what the "little gift" was.
"Here," she said, dropping the gold key into Ian's palm. "You deserve every single thing it brings to you."
He stared at it, his mind whirling, his brain trying to decipher the possible double and triple meanings her words might hold. Either this was an innocent caper, or it was the neatest job of closing the net he'd ever seen pulled off. He knew full well that the proper way to catch a thief was to torture him with doubt and never show your hand until the last possible moment. By that time he'd be so damn glad to have the tension resolved that he'd fall placidly at your feet like a lamb. Smart. Very smart. Okay, thought Ian, I'll play one more round.
"Thanks,'' he said coolly, his face a calm mask.
"Tell me," said Anita softly, "where are you going next?"
Ian almost laughed out loud. If she hadn't asked him that precise question he would have corrected her for not following the script. He glanced surreptitiously at Max and saw that Max too had come to the conclusion that definitely something dirty was afoot Then he returned his eyes to Anita's.
"St. Tropez," he said levelly.
"When you get to St. Tropez," she replied quietly, "go to a bar called Chez Renard. Drop the key on the counter and wait That's all you have to do."