Chapter 2

There was a package waiting for me in the lobby. Gus sent it via special courier. I wrinkled my nose at. Apparently, my old friend was calling in additional favors.

I balanced it with the two coffees I'd bought at the snack shop. The door to Rob's room was left ajar in anticipation of my breakfast offering. I figured something powerful was needed to revive him. We spent quite a night together. After a second round of sex, Rob finally collapsed from exhaustion. Ginger had long since given out on us. I slipped her a fifty and got her to scram. The last thing I wanted was an ugly scene. Ginger must have sensed my arriving on the scene was more than a chance meeting. She quickly agreed to my terms and split.

Rob was curled up in bed, out of commission. I smirked, recalling his defiance. Hmmmmmmm. It didn't take much, did it? I often wished I could afford the luxury of sleep. My hectic schedule had forced me to function on a mere five hours. I'd discovered that less sleep kept my mind sharp, my skills intact.

I ripped open the envelope, cursing Gus. He knew of my whereabouts because of my call the night before, prior to my entering Rob's room. I hadn't expected to fuck the guy; it was going to be a quick wrap-up. How was I to know Rob was going to be so irresistible?

The note and accompanying photographs drew my attention. Naturally, I was being assigned a new case. The delectable redhead made my mouth water. Gus probably knew I wouldn't decline after studying her. Although the picture was merely a head shot, I was given a tempting glimpse at those tits. Jesus, the girl was stacked. I followed the line of her cleavage and wanted to see more.

"Call me as soon as you can," Gus wrote.

My lips curved. The bastard knew which buttons to press.

Her address was given at the bottom. She was only a few miles away. It figured that Gus would keep me busy while I was out west. What a coincidence Rob Bloom's journey took him as far as Reno, Nevada. Since Gus was at least springing for my traveling expenses, he saw no reason not to work in a little side job.

I grabbed the phone and punched out his number. After a few rings, Gus's raspy voice came on the line. He recognized me from my breathing.

"So, you got my package," he heckled.

"Fuck you," I sassed. "Be nice to me. I found your boy."

"Is he still a virgin?"

Rob, turning on his other side, offered me an unobstructed view of his virile profile. My comment might have been different, but as I crossed my leg over my knee, I suffered an ache deep in my pussy. "Oww! You gotta be kidding me. Now, tell me about this girl. What gives?"

"Her brother called me the day before, mentioning he was worried about her. Seems she's mixing with bad company. He's beginning to suspect she's involved with someone from the mob."

I shrugged, taking a closer look at that gorgeous face. "Big deal. Is she having herself a good time?"

"She won't say. She's denied her brother's charges, yet she's been seen getting picked up a few nights each week by a black limousine."

"How would he know that?"

"An elderly relative upstairs from her apartment mentioned it to him."

"Hmmmmmmm. She's been spied upon? Obviously, she's no stranger to the fast lane."

"You're not supposed to make those kinds of conclusions, Honey. You're supposed to find out what gives with the girl."

I sighed. "So, I find out she's shacking up with some mobster-big deal! What's her brother going to do: call the cops?"

"Do you want the case?"

"Does it pay good?"

"You owe me."

"Bullshit. I found Rob for you. I'm out of debt."

"Are you forgetting I saved your ass two months ago? You'd be sitting in jail if I didn't call in a few favors."

Gus had a long memory. I'd been a little sloppy on one case and got caught trespassing. It took a lot of imagine talk to wriggle my way out of it. Gus was extremely helpful in averting disaster. Before being my dispatcher, he had been a friend first. "Okay, I'll check it out. But remember, this squares us."

"Who's that?" Rob asked as I put down the phone.

"Nobody." I strolled over to him, extending a cup of coffee. "This ought to recharge your battery."

He grinned, sitting up. "You're reading my mind, baby. I like getting served in bed."

"Sorry, pal. Coffee's the only thing you get for breakfast."

He gestured to his cock. "Sure you don't want a little cream with it?"

"Fat chance. We've got to blow this pop stand. I've got me a new assignment."

He flinched. "What are you talking about?"

I took a sip of my coffee and winced. Christ, it was bitter. "I'm a private investigator. Your father contracted me to find you. Guess what: you're found. It's off to Ohio for you."

Rob's eyes narrowed. "Bullshit."

"Come on, doll. Don't give me shit. So far, you've been a good boy." I couldn't resist the temptation to run my fingers over my mound. "Mmmmmm. In fact, you get a star-if you know what I mean."

"I'm supposed to go to Hollywood. I'm going to be in the movies."

I waved my hand. "You're wasting your time. Do you know how many guys like you I hear that crap from? The competition is tough. You don't stand a chance."

"How can you say that?" he sneered. "What makes you an expert?"

I grinned. "In my line of business, you rub elbows with lots of people. I've met thousands. Everybody wants to be a star. Figure on a ton of ass-kissing, and even that might buy you a shot of stunt-cock work in a fuck film."

Rob snarled, "My father's paying you to tell me that. He wants me to learn the ropes at his company so I can take charge."

"So what's the problem?" I took another sip of the coffee, made a face, then tossed it into the sink. The stuff tasted like battery acid. "At least you'll be set. I wish my old man did something nice like that for me: executive position, nice office, and a secretary with a pair of big tits, who would come park her butt on my desk and take dictation. Whew! What the hell are you complaining about?"

Rob plainly wasn't buying into the concept, from the set of his features. He was getting more pissed by the moment. "You just sashayed into my room last night and pretended to be some bimbo looking to get laid."

"Robbie, Robbie," I sighed, anchoring a hand to my hip. "Let's not get personal. Bimbo? Me? Them's fighting words." I caressed his face, letting him savor my feathery touch. "As far as the fucking goes-hey, it comes with the territory. Enjoy. It's part of doing business, even when I least expect it."

"You didn't barge in with that intention?"

I shrugged. "Okay, so you two got to me. I couldn't help myself. Shoot me! I'm only human."

He shook his head with disgust. "I can't believe my father would hire a private dick to track me down."

"I wouldn't exactly label myself a dick." I bent down and planted a hot, sexy kiss on his lips. Even the friction I sensed between us couldn't reduce the surge of heat. I gave him a little tongue. Grudgingly, he accepted my sneaky tip into his mouth. His resulting groan informed me the fight was over. "Now," I mentioned in a seductive tone, "can you tell the difference? Was that a dick you just tasted?"

He couldn't resist from getting in one last dig. "I suppose you, of all people, would be an expert at knowing."

I felt like cracking this guy, but held my temper in check. He was getting to be a big pain in my ass. "Do me a favor, pumpkin. Get into your clothes. I'll go pay for our rooms."

"Do you plan to bill my dad?"

I giggled, then tapped his nose with my fingernail. "Smart boy. You do have something upstairs, contrary to popular vote. See you in five minutes."

"No fucking way! Do you take me for a fool? Did you think I'd stick around until your cute little ass came bouncing through that door?"

I was confused. Was he giving me a hard time, or tossing me compliments. "Robbie," I said calmly, "I expect you to follow instructions."

"And what will you do if I don't?" he taunted. "Kick my ass?"

"Believe me, that thought has crossed my mind."

Rob surrendered no ground. He was blatantly defiant. Making no motion to get out of bed, he simply leaned back against his nest of pillows, resembling beefcake of the month. That broad, hairy chest was appetizing, as well as the rest of his developed body. His raised thigh blocked my view of his cock. He left me hanging as to whether he was hard and if all this tormenting was merely a gamble on his part to slip in one last fuck.

Goddamn it! Why did I have to be arguing with a naked guy at ten in the morning?

"You've got five minutes, doll," I warned him. "I want to see you dressed when I get back."

"Fat chance."

He really got me fuming. I definitely lost my cool-which doesn't happen often. Generally, I can handle just about any type of person, but Rob Bloom was in a category of his own. I strutted over to him, smoothed his cheek, then reared back and gave him a good crack.

"Don't fuck me with me, pal," I snapped, threat oozing from my tone.

He caught my wrist in a steel grip. I didn't anticipate retaliation. "Bitch," he muttered. His hand went over the top of my head and pressed down. I saw the twitch in his cock. He was only semi-erect. Our little tiff stimulated him. He shoved my face within an inch of that monster and held it there. "Blow me. That's what you're going to do-suck on my dick."

Although I heard the hostility, there was no further force employed to have me comply. He waited for the answer of my saliva-rich tip.

Getting that close to it always gets my juices going. I might even find the strength to take a pass, but Robbie was an exception. That masculine piece of flesh hanging between his legs left an indelible impression from the previous night. I recalled the pleasure it gave me-getting huge and running torturously through my cunt. Every thrust, every whack had filled me with ecstasy.

I forgot the indentations to my skull when I lowered my mouth to his cock. I lapped him eagerly, without his issuing another command. Mmmmmmmmmmm. My tongue glided lovingly over his thing. I detected urgent tremors and felt him expand. He lengthened quickly at my ardent dabs. That delectable bulb was encompassed by my lips. I sucked hard on him, urging him to grow. His gasps from above signalled a change in attitude. No longer did I discern hostility. He received enjoyment from my mouthing. After baking in my oral heat another minute, he swelled to full size. His cock transformed into that ten-inch beast I had spent the night with.

I slid onto the bed, between his legs, and positioned myself for comfort. Rob grunted as my lips sank over his erect cock. His hoarse intake of air indicated resignation as well. Perhaps his initial order to be sucked was only a dare; now that I had him trapped inside my lips, coated with bubbles of saliva, no option existed beyond submitting to my hot gulping force. He, alone, was responsible for what took place.

"Christ," he grunted, witnessing the disappearance of his cock in my face. Those dark pupils strained to capture every section I engulfed. My mouth, descending his shaft, was his ticket to heaven. I sensed his irritation for my scheme ebb; nothing except outright satisfaction seemed to exist. Even after he was fully encased, I felt him getting larger. "Oh, God-what are you doing to me, baby?"

I briefly detached my lips. "This is just to prove last night was no accident. I really enjoyed fucking you." I vented my aroused breath over his stiff cock. My saliva trickled down its magnificent swell. "I never accept money for this kind of service; I give it on my own time."

Rob wasn't offered the chance for rebuttal. My mouth opened and I took him in a greedy suck. He choked on what little air he managed to drag into his lungs. His long fingers spanned my head, attempting to wrest control of my impetuous mouthfuls. I resisted. He was in no shape to rule. He couldn't possibly have the presence of mind to navigate the placement of my clenched lips. My oral assault knocked him breathless. "Ahhhhhhhhh."

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," I sobbed, gobbling him to the base. I didn't worry about gagging; once that plump head hit the roof of my mouth, I fluently steered it into my throat. "Mmmmmmmmm."

Once his dick was sufficiently soaked, I worked on his balls. My tongue circulated to every dry area, administering a sizzling coat of saliva. I tasted some of my remnant juices, along with Ginger's. The memory of fucking her with my tongue was one I intended to keep. She was wildly receptive to each slurp, each lashing, oozing nectar into my mouth.

"Yeah, baby. Lick those balls."

"Mmmmmmmm." I wondered if he had replenished his cum supply; between the two of us girls, I believed we drained him. An inquisitive grope proved inconclusive.

When Rob couldn't handle any more of my ball torture, I returned to his shaft. I traced the heavy vein along the underside, preparing it for lip-squeezing agony. I lapped him from top to bottom, giving him the shakes. His enthusiasm to be sucked was visible in his expression. He could barely wait to get that dick in my mouth.

Rob's cock was a thriving, pulsating machine. His tremors were real against my lips. I bore down on him, experiencing his thrill. I didn't spend nearly as much time blowing him the night before as Ginger; she was devoted to giving him oral pleasure. I might have bestowed him an occasional lick, but she was quick to swallow him. Her sucking lips seemed designed to make him totally rigid before his cock sliced into my hot pussy. She deliberately brought him to teaming hardness several times in anticipation of his penetrating me. I recalled crying out in splendor as that bone-solid monstrosity pushed into my cunt, grinding against my horny clit. That clever little bitch promoted a degree of excitement neither Rob nor I were set to process.

My clasping lips and weaving fingers were agents of pleasure; between the two, I managed to catch more of Rob than he expected. I sucked long and hard on his dick, urging him to cum. His explosion would definitely occur in my mouth. After fucking his brains out all night, my pussy needed a rest.

"Uhhhhhh," Rob muttered. "Run your tongue all over it. Bring those lips down to my balls. Let me fill that sweet mouth, baby. Oh, yeah, I'm going right down your throat. Ahhhhhh. Feels so good. Swallow me. More. Wrap those lips a little tighter, baby, so I can fuck your mouth-"

I gave him the blow job he dreamed about-the kind that men craved when they paged through a men's magazine while staring at those nude beauties. None of his requests seemed unreasonable. I was quite proud of my head-giving skills; performing deep throat on Rob failed to present a problem. My oral workmanship received unending praise.

Rob's struggle for air seemed legitimate. His every cell registered the charge I sustained. My lips were open to receive each vital thrust. He lifted himself to me, fitting his bulk through hot compression. Mmmmmmmmmm. I sucked on him good and hard, getting the most out of it. I grabbed at that thick shaft, keeping it up with a juicy caress. My adrenaline surged while listening to his sharp intake. We existed on the same erotic plane. Rob anxiously responded to me. He followed each pore and vein I slobbered as my mouth covered him again and again.

I released him for a second. "Did you have enough, cowboy?"

He groaned. "Jesus, don't stop. Finish-" He cupped my head and pushed down.

After having my mouth on that beautiful cock, it was my intention to take every drop he had. I was going to chase the cum right out of him with my slippery tongue. Mmmmmmmmm. I reattached my lips, starting the milking process once again.

"Oh, Honey, you give the best head," he exhaled. "You make my cock so stiff. Oh, yeah-suck it. Jesus. Ahhhhhhhh. Take every last bit. Yeah. Feels so good in your mouth. Want me to shoot in your mouth, or do you want me to save it for your pussy?"

My feverish suck informed him where I wanted him to cum. After a few moments, his head dropped to the pillow and his crotch was shoved at my face. I gulped down that hard dick as quickly as he swung it in my direction.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," I purred, downing his cock in a rush of saliva. "Mmmmmmmm."

"Christ." The rapid descent of my lips brought further babbling. I didn't honestly think he knew how near orgasm he was. His delirium stemmed from the stimulating roll of my tongue and the clamp I applied. I worked my mouth back and forth, tugging at the skin of his cock, sending a flurry of tingles that raced through his nervous system. "Oh, fuck-oh, Honey. Jesus Christ. Don't stop."

Stalling was not my objective in the least. There would be no stopping-not until his load splashed inside my cheeks. I sucked and sucked on his dick, willing those deafening spurts to occur. I scooped up his balls, massaging them gently as I vented mind-numbing suction. My oral friction made short work of his staying power. I braced myself for his explosion.

Absently, his fingers dipped through my blonde curls while he searched for the discipline to continue. The intoxicating embrace of my lips curtailed that effort. My thumbs made shivering circles on his balls as I ate his cock. The prickles I sent him could not be ignored.

"Honey, you're going to make me cum," he gasped. "Gonna make me cum with that incredible mouth-"

"Mmmmmmmmmmm."

"Oh, Christ-ugggghhhh! Ugggghhhhhhh!"

Rob spewed a decent amount. I easily gulped it, hungry for that hot goo. Mmmmmm. It sure tasted good to me. I massaged his balls while swallowing his jism, making sure I drained his supply. When the last spurt left him, he sank weakly to the bed. He appeared to be totally satisfied.

I stared down at him. I sure hoped that took the fight out of him. I certainly didn't need any more hassles. "Guess that proves who's boss around here," I murmured, then gave him a light slap on the ass. "Okay, cowboy, get yourself dressed while I settle the bill."

I doubted he could actually move until I returned. That little demonstration of power definitely earned his respect.

That cute desk clerk was on duty. He gave me a once over after taking my Mastercard. "I'm free in two hours."

I sighed. "Catch you next time. I'm kind of busy."

"Sure I can't change your mind?"

His grin intrigued me, but I couldn't afford another wrinkle in my schedule. "Sorry, doll. You'll have to take a rain check. Next time I pass through, I'll be sure to look you up."

"I hope that's not all you do," he muttered, tossing me a wink.

"Count on it," I winked back, scribbling my signature on the credit slip.

Rob, to my utter astonishment, was dressed and sitting on the bed with his suitcase packed. I gave the guy credit, bouncing back like that. When I walked out of the room, he looked like he needed a respirator.

"Are you ready to say 'hi' to Dad for me?" I asked.

He seemed crestfallen. "Would it be okay if I stayed with you for a few days? I mean, is there a race to get me home?" He lowered his voice to a suggestive level. "Who knows? It might be fun."

I thought about the chick I had to put under surveillance and the distraction Rob would present. "Bad idea."

"I promise not to give you trouble."

I couldn't hide my amusement. "Who do you think you're hosing? You'd give me the slip the first chance you got. No dice. I'm putting you on a plane to Columbus in two hours."

"Come on, Honey," he insisted. "Cut me some slack. I need a day or so to mentally prepare myself for that scene."

I eyed him carefully. "You're not handing me a line of bullshit?"

He shook his head.

"Not trying to pull a fast one?"

"I give you my word."

I sighed. That was probably the only thing I hadn't gotten from him in the past twenty-four hours. "You're lucky things are running kind of tight-I wouldn't be so easy. I'm warning you: give me any hassles and I'll kick your ass."

He chuckled. "Who knows? I might like that."

I laughed, then without preliminary, gave him a kidding smack across the face. "Don't fuck with me. I've got a short fuse."

He felt his cheek. "Okay. I believe you."

Why does everybody have to make my job so tough?