Chapter 8

I was conscious of that gun aimed at me en route to my apartment. "You haven't had any target practice lately, by any chance?"

"I'm a crack shot," Jazz indicated in a no-nonsense tone. "In fact, I graduated with honors in my rifle class."

Swell-a sharp shooter with an attitude; just what I needed to cap an enlightening evening. I wondered what was in store for me beyond my front door. Her intent seemed plain.

I guess I don't have to mention I was a little scared.

Jazz was a bundle of surprises. The second we entered my place, my jaw dropped. Rob was sprawled across the bed, handcuffed. Jazz must have had something specific in mind: she removed everything except his underwear. Rob, pinned to his back, looked fashionably helpless.

"I thought you might like a little company, stud," Jazz proclaimed, shoving me in his direction.

I grinned, maintaining my cool. "I'm impressed. How did you manage?"

"By threatening," Rob revealed, visibly pissed at his predicament. "Fucking bitch forced me here at gunpoint."

"I couldn't take any chances," Jazz sighed with exaggeration. "When he saw me at The Golden Fleece and I couldn't explain why I was there, I whipped out the gun and talked him into getting into my car."

"Why were you there?" I queried.

She shoved the butt of the gun into my ribs. "None of your fucking business."

"Sorry I asked," I snipped. "You know, doll, you could save yourself a whole lot of trouble by putting that thing away. You wouldn't want to add murder to your list of felonies."

"So," she mused, "you've been checking up on me. Tell me what you know."

I fixed her a defiant look. "Make me."

She jabbed me with the revolver. "Need anymore inspiration, pumpkin?"

"I get the message." I sat on the edge of the bed, next to Rob, taking care to cross my legs. The ruse had worked once before; Jazz loved the sight of my gams. Her instincts, however, were sharp. Fooling her a second time wasn't easily accomplished. "Don't sweat it, doll. I'll spill the beans."

"Tell me exactly what you know," she insisted. "Don't spare any detail."

"First, you and Deb weren't roomies. That was total bullshit. You were Mike Brent's girl."

She brightened. "So you bumped into Mike, eh?

I thought you didn't find them."

"Oh, I found them, all right. In fact, we had ourselves a little fun."

"I can just imagine. Mike's quite a stud. He hasn't found a girl who could keep up with him. He used to leave me achy for days."

Serves you right, doll, I thought darkly, serves you right. "It seems there's a discrepancy in your story. Mike isn't the bloodthirsty gangster you related. He isn't even affiliated with the mob. He owns an honest business-one that's been in financial trouble."

"Your thoroughness astonishes me, Honey. When Deb's brother mentioned you were assigned to the case, I expected some two-bit hustler. I would never have dreamed you'd get this close."

"You wanted a stake in Mike's club, Jazz. You begged him to hand over a sizable amount of ownership. Your backing, however, appeared to be coming from a mysterious source. Mike sensed trouble and would have no part of it. As a result, you dumped him."

She nodded, giggling. "I love it."

"You were still determined to take possession of the club. You harassed Mike with phone calls, notes, brute-looking messengers-any form of torture at your disposal-so that he might eventually capitulate. Because of his fondness for you, he resisted taking legal action. You were slowly driving him to his limit."

"Some men are such fools, aren't they?" she snickered.

"What was unforeseen was Mike finding Debra Hargrove. The attraction between them was powerfully challenging. No matter how you tried, you couldn't seem to sever the relationship. You discovered Deb's family had money; unfortunately, Deb's brother controlled it. It would have been a matter of time before she petitioned for the required sum-leaving your plans in the lurch."

"Damn," Jazz whistled. "You're good, Honey."

"The rest is all assumption. You planted lies in Peter Hargrove's head about his sister, about Mike's mob connections and Deb's mysterious disappearances. You obviously fucked his brains out while diluting-or just plain twisting-the facts. The man was in no shape to believe anything but your word."

"Let it never be said the female mind can't be brilliant."

I shook my head. "It wasn't brains that gave you the advantage, doll; it was pussy."

"Good point," she conceded.

"What I don't understand, doll, is why you permitted Peter Hargrove to hire a private detective to sort through a mess you single-handedly created."

"Easy," she said, adjusting those mouth-watering tits an inch or two from my face. "Prior to what you barged into this evening, Peter Hargrove didn't know me from Adam. Do you realize how difficult it is for someone like me to meet a man of his illustrious position? He'd never notice me in a million years. I was a fucking wallflower! Once I learned Deb Hargrove came from money, I had to instigate something to generate concern-and attention. Do you think he would have bought my story if I told him his sister was dating a KGB spy? I don't think so. I adlibbed the gangster stuff to alarm him, then cleverly planted the idea in his head to hire you."

"Me?"

"Yeah." She stroked my protruding nipples with the end of the gun. "I've heard tell of the famous Honey Best. I've seen your pictures. I've even played with myself while staring at your sexy pussy."

Shit-now I heard everything! Was Jazz telling me she was president of my secret fan club? Did this girl take me for some dumb twat?

"My picture was in circulation?" I asked. "Since when?"

"Private Dick Digest. April issue. Check it out."

Hmmmmmmmmm. And I presumed it was one of those tits and ass magazines when I sent them a few poses. Wow! If my memory served me correctly, I mailed them some pretty steamy stuff, and went into great deal about my fantasies. I couldn't blame Jazz for going into a jiggle frenzy, based on that knowledge. "Maybe so-but enough said about that. You sent me to investigate facts you directly fed me. You had to know that Deb and Mike would set things straight immediately. How could you have prevented me from getting back to her brother with the truth?"

"I'm holding that prevention right in my little hand," she said, leveling the gun in my face. "Honestly, I thought I scared you with that bit about his being a gangster. I didn't think you had the balls to sniff out clues, leave no stone unturned. Besides, Mike keeps his place heavily guarded-how was I to know you'd slip past his men? I figured they'd toss you out on your ass."

I let out a whistle. "You don't have a very high opinion of my sleuth talents, do you?"

She stroked my nipples once again. "You sure had me fooled, Honey. How could somebody as hot as you be so good in the detective field? When I saw your picture, I concluded you couldn't be doing it for the money-it had to be for the kinky situations you'd get yourself into."

"There's been a lot of that," I concurred. "As far as the money-ha! I'd do better selling cosmetics door-to-door."

Jazz sighed. "It's such a shame, all that erotic brilliance about to be wasted."

"Wasted?"

Jazz cocked the gun. "You didn't think I was going to let you go after having this wonderful discussion? Just before you stepped into my apartment, I was about to get Peter Hargrove to sign a contract I had drawn up, making us partners. I'm going to seize control of The Golden Fleece once and for all."

"Why do you want The Golden Fleece?" I asked, stalling for time.

Jazz took a moment to effect a dreamy gaze. "Ever since I was with Mike, I was in love with the place. You've been in there. Its fucking awesome. Mike didn't deserve it-he ran it into the ground, making bad decisions. I know how to better manage it. I could have made a fortune by now." She smiled darkly. "I still can. Peter's recuperating from that whopping blow job I just gave him. After he does, I'm going to wave a pen and that contract in his face. He won't get more until I see his signature on the dotted line."

"Get these handcuffs off me," Rob growled, straining violently. He had visibly tired of Jazz's boasting and my recounting current events. His wrists and ankles were well-secured.

"Nothing doing," Jazz informed him. "I'm too close to success to have you spoil my plans. I'll have to do away with the both of you."

"Fuck you!" Rob spat, punctuating his defiance with a lunge of his crotch.

Jazz snickered. "It's a shame I won't have a chance to give you that thrill before you draw your final breath."

Jazz's eyes shifted suspiciously at me. "What do you mean?"

"Are you forgetting I saw what kind of shape Peter was in when we left him? He's out like a light, sleeping it off. You'd be able to fit in a quickie if you really wanted to before he awakes."

"Hmmmmmm," Jazz murmured, gazing hungrily at Rob. "Now there's a thought."

"Stay the fuck away," he growled. "I don't want your mouth or pussy anywhere near me."

"Go ahead," I encouraged. "What do you have to lose? Fuck her. It'll be better than a cigarette. I know-I've had it."

"You want me to stick my cock in her when she's about to put a bullet in both our heads?" Rob rolled his eyes at me. "Have you lost it, Honey? How the hell am I supposed to get a fucking hard-on?"

"Leave that to me, pumpkin," Jazz said huskily. "That'll be my job."

"No thanks," he growled, turning his face from her.

Jazz whipped out a piece of rope-where she got it from was anybody's guess. "Suppose I'll have to tie you up, Honey, so you don't get any imagine ideas. I can't have you cracking my head open with some chair while I'm humping the guy."

"You think of everything, doll."

Jazz must have had Girl Scout training: that bitch tied an expert knot. She seemed to take pleasure in binding my arms and copping a feel at the same time. I never got a whirl at slapping the gun out of her hands; she was quick and efficient.

"Now, Robbie," Jazz murmured, "it's time for us." She ran her hands over his chest in an enticing manner.

"It won't work," he hissed through clenched teeth. "I won't perform for you."

She stroked Rob more hotly, probing the network of muscles that comprised his arms and chest, descending inevitably to his crotch.

Her touch sparked a response in this lower, more vulnerable region. Even I could see how Rob's cock twitched to life. His shaft began to harden, expanding the length of his underwear, swollen delectably outward.

I breathed more quickly, flooded with excitement. Jazz never ceased to amaze me. The personality I initially encountered had matured into a formidable opponent. She knew exactly how to use her natural assets to get what she wanted.

Rob turned his head from them, unwilling to study their lustful techniques. His man's body unfortunately betrayed him, reacting to the female touch.

Jazz was undeterred. Her finger slithered along the outline of his cock. "You're all man, Robbie," she declared in a husky tone. "Mmmmmmmmm. All man."

I swallowed hard, engrossed in what she did.

Jazz rubbed him until his dick was entirely hard. Every inch of Rob's massive cock seemed accounted for in the bulge through his briefs. He may have made himself mentally immune, but physically he had surrendered to her persistent grazing. Jazz's efforts had thoroughly excited him. Women had the ability to undermine a man's physical concentration.

"See, you like that, don't you? Of course, you do. You can't ignore my touch," Jazz declared in a provocative whisper. "I'll give you more pleasure than you dreamed."

Rob swallowed hard. Whether he wished to or not, I could see he was subdued by her sexiness.

"Can you handle it?" Jazz taunted. She climbed on top of his lap, deliberately settling her luscious buns over his hard-on, then proceeded to unburden herself of her blouse. She made certain he witnessed its drop from her tits, catching somewhat on her nipples. Her breathing seemed to deepen as she stared down at him, demanding that he hold his gape. "You know, I'll bet you're the type of man who could effortlessly please two women at once." She lowered her nipples to his mouth. "Why don't you suck these?"

Rob's features darkened. He exhibited iron nerves.

"Come on, stud, consider them a gift from a charitable person." She brought them to his lips, dipping them through. "That's it, lick them. Don't they taste wonderful? Ohhhhhhhh. Why look, you're making them stiff."

Rob groaned at her heated persistence.

Jazz, not to be physically discounted, massaged the lump in his underwear with her pussy. "When was the last time you had a dry hump, baby?" Without waiting for an answer, she swung her slim hips into action, mounted over his swollen cock.

"Jesus-" Rob gulped. Though his brows were heavily knit, he looked powerless to ignore those delectable rubs. His will was challenged. Slowly, he obeyed her feverish whim.

Jazz edged forward, consumed by the hot sucks she received to her nipples. "Ohhhhhhhh." Rob lavished saliva over them. Jazz paid close attention to the jutting shape in his underwear, bearing down with her pussy. "Ohhhhhhhh, feels good, rubbing against you. You're longer and thicker than any man I've ever had. Mmmmmmmmm, can you feel my clit grinding on your hard thing? I'm getting so wet, leaking my juices on you, making your shorts damp. This is just pretend fucking. If I remove your briefs, you can have the real thing."

"Uhhhhhhhhh," Rob moaned.

Jazz shivered, closing her eyes. It appeared as though she'd been defeated by her own trick. She swallowed several times, gasping. "Ohhhhhhhh, suck them-yes! Oh, yes! Ohhhhhhhh."

I was completely horny, with nipples erect. My clit vibrated as I followed the scene with interest. I'd been running around Las Vegas in a constant state of arousal. Even though I'd had plenty of sex, I still couldn't seem to get enough.

Jazz's features contorted as she slid her hot pussy lips over the hard ridge protruding from Rob's underwear. "Do you want it now, baby? Are you ready for me? Want some hot pussy? I'll sink right down on your stiff cock. Hurry, before I cum. Ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhh-you're making me cum."

Rob braced himself, visibly desperate to resist.

She pinched her nipples, then dragged her cunt back and forth on his stiff dick. Although she went into orgasm, she bounced right back. "Come on, stud, you know you want it. You can't fight me. You can't resist my sweet pussy." She spasmed roughly, her soft voice cracking from the strain.

Rob's face was red. He was losing the battle. Jazz's inflamed sexuality was more than he could manage.

Jazz snapped out of her trance after her voluptuous body stopped wrenching. Removing her panties, she fitted her shapely thighs around Rob's face. Jazz literally glowed with horniness.

"Lick me," she gasped. "Suck my pussy."

She eased herself over Rob, maneuvering her hips to maximum benefit. His tongue darted at that snatch, eliciting her mewls of delight.

"Yes, that's it, lick me, more. Don't stop. That's it, Robbie. More. Ohhhhhhhhh." She threw her head back, shaking.

This sort of action was getting to me. Whew! Either somebody fucked around with the thermostat, or it was hot in there. I broke into a sweat, watching the two of them go at. Rob barely kept up with Jazz's frenzied demands.

"You didn't think we were finished yet, baby," Jazz purred. "We've only just begun."

Rob struggled ferociously at his restraints.

Jazz brushed her cheeks into his crotch, vibrating her lips into his rigid cock. "A few licks ought to release you from misery." She pulled down his underwear slowly, freeing his dick. It throbbed high in the air, awaiting her fiendish pucker.

"No," he muttered.

She lapped both sides of his cock, slurping, eating, forcing him to writhe in splendor. She kept her tongue moving along Rob's cock, dabbing him with saliva.

Rob, groaning in subjugation, seemed to grow even larger as she applied her hot mouth. He watched, winded, as his thing disappeared in her face. After a few moments, he elevated his hips to meet her gobbling receptacle. There wasn't a shred of will power left inside him.

"Yeah," he groaned. "Yeah. Uhhhhhhhhhhhh. Suck it."

I attempted to wrest myself free. I somehow wriggled through the professional knot she tied. If it weren't for the stimulation she tormented me with, I wouldn't have had the energy. At last, I had total use of my hands.

I slithered toward Jazz, who had her back turned to me. I was practically within reach of Jazz when she suddenly whirled around and saw me. I must say, she looked pretty surprised.

"You've escaped!" she cried. "But how?"

I hurled myself at her. She balled her fist and tried to land a blow. Without missing a beat, I pulled her down to the floor and managed to pin her with my knees. Her slim, desirable body struggled. The backs of my thighs touched her nipples. Mmmmmm. That old yearning hummed through my groin.

"Never mind that," I told her. "Where's the key to unlock him?"

"Do you think I'm stupid? I won't give it to you."

With a burst of might, she got on top of me. My blouse opened and soon we were rolling about the floor, with our tits smashed together. Our mounds also happened to be rubbing. My panties were torn by Mike when he had been thrusting into me; I felt the heat of her pussy scorching mine.

"I want that key!" I hissed.

"No way." She was panting in my face, her breath hot with desire. I was getting sensually charged from the contact, too. My cunt lips opened, exposing my rapidly swelling clit to hers.

"Do as I say!" I commanded.

"No."

I resumed my position on top, splitting her thighs open with my weight. Our clits ground together, hotly connected. Wet sounds came from our slippery pussies.

"Here's a little payback for what you did to Rob," I gasped. I felt those lusciously slim legs tremble around me as I rubbed my cunt back and forth. Her juicy lips could not flee my stimulating massage, nor could that clit escape my hardened one.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," she gasped, shivering.

"You bitch," I murmured at her ecstasized expression. Our cunts slapped together. We smeared each other with our juices. I clung tightly to her, making sure she received the brunt of my horniness.

The sweet communication of our pussies also bore their effect on me. I was woozy with lust in my bid to defeat her. "You sucked his cock," I said huskily, venting my warm breath upon her. "You had the whole thing in your mouth, then licked his balls."

"So what?" she said, sobbing noises drifting from her throat.

"Ohhhhhhhh." My hips worked fast, feeding her deliciously soft stimulation.

Jazz appeared to be overcome from the concentration to her clit. "Stop. Please-"

"Make me."

Jazz's features twisted as orgasm descended upon her. "Ohhhhhhh, I don't want to make you. I want to cum," she shuddered, slamming her pussy to mine. "Ohhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhh!"

I came, too, the contractions fierce and gratifying. I felt them edge up to my womb, shaking my entire being. "Yes, oh, yes! Mmmmmmmmmmm."

I sat up on Jazz, watching her writhe and jerk. Sweat streamed down her sexy body. She lifted her hands and groped for me, obviously wanting to clutch my flesh as she came.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," she sighed, quivering.

I snatched the gun from the table and grazed her temple with the butt. "Lights out, doll."

Jazz collapsed with a sweet sigh.

I staggered to my feet, trying to assemble my thoughts.

Rob, who had witnessed Jazz's arousing defeat, lay across the bed with a throbbing hard-on.

"Do you know where the key is?" I asked.

"I believe it's on the table over there." He indicated the direction with a nod of his head.

It was. I triumphantly inserted it into the handcuffs and freed him.

Fixated with the stimulation provided by Rob's arm, I revealed my weak condition. I was aflame with horniness.

"Rob.. . " I whispered, shivering.

He seized my taunting hand and clamped it over his crotch. The strength imprisoning me imparted urgency. The burgeoning swell of cock under my palm emphasized it. I stroked his bulge, surrendering to its gripping pulsations. My attack of Jazz disabled her from finishing what she had started.

Rob caressed my cheek, his eyes dark with desire. His thumb traced my jawline, traveling to the back of my head. As his fingers encompassed me, he pushed down. Sighing my consent, I rushed to situate my cheek against his dick. I purred as he rubbed my face into the warm mass of cock. The smell of masculine sweat and female saliva induced me. My accelerated breathing told him not to stop.

Grabbing his cock in one fist and steering my head with the other, he fed me his meat. I merely opened my mouth to pleasure him.

"Ahhhhh," Rob gasped as I fastened my saliva-rich lips to him. "Oh, doll, eat that thing. Suck it good. Give me the thrill she couldn't."

"Mmmmm," I moaned, weaving my mouth around its pulsating thickness. My energy levels recharged, I divorced myself of everything but this oral massage. Rob still regulated my intake, guiding himself with clenched fingers, rocking me toward him in a steady pant. I sucked him with all the imagination and skill he came to expect from me.

I abandoned my surveillance of Jazz's inert form. My lips glided along the strained skin of his dick like a stolen whisper, a sweet undertone. I'm sure I demonstrated a love for cocksucking he hadn't encountered in many women. I could capture the visual expression of what appeared to be oral orgasm. The moist flutter of my tongue stunned him.

"Jesus," he groaned, "it feels so good."

I worked his shaft down my throat, then climbed upward until I was flicking at his bloated head. The tongue dance I gave him caused him to swallow heavily. I was super turned on by his response, his flavor.

The craving to stroke my clit as I blew him festered. It was difficult not to complete the sequence of adrenaline-producing suction without that added effect. My finger crept down to my sodden cunt lips. I found my clit to be as damp. Furiously, I jiggled myself.

"Mmmmmm!" I gasped. "Mmmmmmm!"

My sizzling whimpers intensified Rob's need to cum. The euphoric suddenness of my desire brewed into a heat storm.

"Hurry, doll. I'm gonna jizz."

"Mmmmmmm."

"Let's pop together. Ohhhhh, Christ, get ready, uhhhh, uhhhh.. . swallow! Swallow-now!"

I moaned as he erupted, permitting him to cream my mouth. I gulped down his hot seed just before having my own drenching orgasm. The contractions measured the same debilitating power as when he fucked me.

"Ohhhhhh!"

It took a moment to regain a steady breath. Rob was exceptional in bed. If there had been time, I would have fucked him. Instead, I glanced at my watch.

"Deb's brother is in Jazz's apartment. Why don't you go over to him and explain everything while I stay here with the bitch until the cops get here?"

"Sure." Pulling on his pants, he gave me a wink. His dick was sticking out, not the least deflated. Conscious of his swollen condition, he gestured to me. "But before I do.. . "

"Later. Hurry up. I don't want to have to wrestle with her again. She may look frail, but she fucking wore me out!"

He nodded, attempting to understand.

"Hey, " I called out to him.

"Yeah?"

"How come you didn't try to split on me when you had a chance? I thought you would set your sights for Hollywood at the first opportunity."

He shrugged. "I kind of like hanging out with you."

I let out a hoot. "Or is it the pussy supply?" He grinned. "That, too."

I pointed to the door, ending out little chit chat. "Go to Jazz's apartment. And don't mind the way he looks; despite his inert position, he's still breathing."

"Thanks for the tip-off," he said with a wink before departing.

I shook my head. At times, I really liked that guy. I was almost sorry to ship him back to Toledo. We made a fairly decent team.

I gazed at Jazz's form, then sighed before reaching for the phone. I was calling the cops to haul her sleeping ass out of here. "Face it, doll. You really fucked up."

"Not a chance," spoke a gruff, familiar voice.

Before I could make positive identification, my delectable body was dragged against a wall of muscle. A brawny arm was locked about my throat. Automatically, I caressed its roughness of hair, trying to ease its hold.

"Don't struggle too much, baby," Luke, the building's owner, warned in a harsh tone.

"Please don't hurt me," I sobbed.

"I don't want to." He seemed aroused by my sexy body helpless against his. "Man, you feel good."

"I thought you were on Deb's side."

"That is what we made everybody think. I've been working for Jazz. She and I were going to take over The Golden Fleece."

"You, too?"

"Sure. We were in cahoots from the beginning. Both Deb and Mike are still fooled."

Slick bastard-he sure pulled the wool over my eyes.

"Too bad you're a private dick," he muttered, grinding his crotch to my ass. "I really liked fucking you. You were dynamite."

All signs of my militant behavior were gone, replaced by shivering willingness. The substitution was deliberate. "Who says it has to be over?" My husky tone contained steamy suggestion.

"What do you mean?"

I stroked his furry arm cradled around my neck. My other hand reached down between his legs, stroking his cock through his pants. "I'll do anything you want. I enjoyed what we did. To tell you the truth, I never had it in the ass, but you made me want it. I'll bet you're really good."

"Of course, I am."

"Care to prove it?"

Luke, swallowing hard, was quickly getting an erection. He bulged thickly against my fevered grope. "Oh, yeah?"

"I just want your big cock," I whispered, "all to myself."

His arm fell away from my neck. Apparently, I convinced him of my willingness. My deception was quite successful. Luke wanted to fuck.

"Come here, doll," he mentioned, pulling my voluptuous body to the bed Rob previously occupied. "I want you under me so I can see you moan. "

Luke seized me by the arm and flung me on my back. Urgency ruled his actions. With hardly a tug, he tore my panties off, then my top. My boobs tottered like jello as I assumed that submissive position.

"You sure don't waste anytime, do you?" I muttered under my breath, noting his expanding and contracting chest. I kept glancing at the door, half-expecting Rob to return. I couldn't believe Luke and Rob didn't cross paths.

He sank to his knees in front of me. "I almost prefer you to Jazz; you're a much more exciting woman. Can't you tell how aroused I am being near you?" He thumbed his erection. "Maybe you ought to change professions. We could make quite a team. Jazz and I were going to take control of the Golden Fleece. We were planning it for ages. I was the one who introduced her to Mike. I set the two of them up. Ultimately, it was to be my club." He let out a guttural laugh. "Who knows? Maybe you and I can manage to finish what Jazz failed to complete. Now that everybody knows Jazz is the bad guy, they won't suspect me." He knelt between my opened thighs. "The sexual chemistry between us was incredible." My pubes were exposed to his steamy breath. He took my hand and made me feel his stiff dick. He had me massage it, feeling the pulsating mass. "It could be like this, doll-always."

I had started feeling woozy groping him, but then he took more conducive measures. He lowered his head between my legs, his tongue snaking toward my cunt.

I closed my eyes and shivered. A delicious tickling sensation took possession. I let out a pleasured gasp as he lapped my pouty cunt lips.

God, he was making it difficult to say no. How could I live without that tongue, without that licking?

The righteous side of me took a stand. In a trembling voice, I stammered, "You'll never get away with it. You won't get the money to buy the place. Mike Brent will never agree to yourohhhhhhhhhh. Oh, God. Ohhhhhhhhhhh-"

He ran his tongue over my clit, flicking it to hardness. When it became a swollen dot, he took it between his lips and sucked it.

"Ohhhhh," I sighed, swaying.

His tip moved rapidly, whipping my love button back and forth until I stirred with pleasure. "Perhaps you can persuade him for me. You will help me, won't you?"

The concentration of saliva made my clit throb. I could do nothing to stop his sweet licks. Those wide, generous slurps clouded my sense of judgment. I was being lured into an obedient frame, led by sexual impulses coursing through me.

"You'll do that for me, won't you? Sure you will. I saw how quickly you bent to my will when we were at the club. You let me give it to you in the ass." He sucked on my pussy, sending me into a hot stupor. I vibrated against his tongue, ready to cum.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, " I cried. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

"That's good, baby, cum, cream in my face."

"Ohhhhhh."

I was sputtering, quivering-deliciously overwrought. I was no longer looking to the door for Rob; Luke made certain, from his curling use of his tongue, that my thoughts were locked into the desire-seeking frame he induced.

After orgasm washed over me, I was all over him. I couldn't help myself. He got me so fucking horny, I thought I was going to scream. My fingers wove through that thick tangle of hair that covered his chest. I tweaked his nipple upon discovering it in that abundant growth. Mmmmmmmm. He might be rough, but he was fun.

I slid my hand into his pants, massaging his cock through his underwear. It throbbed at my touch, erect. I noticed how its massiveness barely stayed within the confines of his skimpy briefs. "Mmmmmmmm," I purred.

"It won't hurt you," he murmured in my neck. "To my recollection, you were eager for more." He was quite proud of his equipment.

"Yes, I was." I ran my finger down its immense length and shivered. He was very suckable at the moment.

I drew his underwear over his hips, watching his shaft pop straight out at me. Jesus, I couldn't get over its size. He was huge. I got very aroused just looking at it.

Without preliminary, I traced the bloated head and pink rim with my tongue, then breathed hot air on his balls. A dribble of saliva escaped and slid down his cock. Luke's hand immediately went to the top of my head, prepared to push me down. There was no need for him to be anxious-I intended to swallow him.

I tickled the opening on top of his dick, tasting the salty ooze emitted during his arousal. His deep grunts assured me that I was proceeding along nicely.

"Come on, doll," he gasped. "Suck it." Pressure was gently being applied to my head.

My lips widened and I went down. Mmmmmm. His cock went all the way down my throat. I sucked and sucked it, making him groan in ecstasy. Luke seemed to enjoy getting blown. I could tell by the way his cock pulsated between my wriggling lips that he liked receiving head.

"Yeah, eat it, take it all," he said gruffly, thrusting himself into my mouth. "Suck that dick, baby. Suck it good. Yeah, eat my meat. Wrap those lips nice and tight. Ahhhhhhh. Work it down your throat. Yes, baby, work it down. Ahhhhhhhh." His hips jerked, pushing more cock between my slippery lips.

My mouth greedily absorbed his cock, coating it with hot drool. Luke loved how I worked him with my lips, bringing his senses to a boil.

"How do you like that, Luke?" I asked. "Do you like the way I do it? Better than Jazz?"

He pushed down on my head. "No more talking. Suck."

I nodded-my mouth was full.

"Suck," Luke gasped, spreading his legs wider, lunging his member deep in my mouth. "More."

I accommodated him as best I could, broadening my lips. His thick shaft slid down into my throat as I worked it. Judging from his contorted features, the groans of delight and the thrust of his cock, he hadn't received head of this quality before. His fingers dug into my shoulders as he guided himself fully into my moist opening. I loved the taste of his hard flesh pulsing between my compressed lips. My tongue pressed against the large vein that ran the length of his cock, tormenting it first with a tickle of saliva, then coating it whole.

"Mmmmm," he growled with pleasure. "Suck."

I obeyed his order lovingly. Flushed with sex, I would have done anything he asked. My nipples protruded from my swollen tits, slick with sweat. Particularly when I attached myself to this part of Luke's body, I grew hot with excitement. Sucking him totally aroused me. Feeling the taut vibrations of his body as I went down on him was a real turn-on.

I filled my hands with his balls. They were tight, heavy with cum. Mmmmmm, I moaned, sinking my mouth onto his cock. I was hungry, and he would provide me with food-the kind I loved to eat!

My clit was still hard, yearning to rub against his dick.

Enveloping his hard thing with my lips, I lowered my head until the shaft disappeared. Luke was trembling, his breath coming in great gulps. The tips of his fingers dug into my flesh, urging me to move faster. He plunged himself into my warmth, advancing toward that precipitous edge of ecstasy.

My body temperature climbed. Watching him going out of his mind from a blow job was the very thing I needed to gravitate my own fulfillment. After he came, I wanted him to fuck me hard until my flesh sang with gratification.

Luke's torment visibly increased in intensity. He fixed me with a glazed stare, fucking cock into my mouth. "Swallow," he grunted, taking possession of my head. "Ugh-swallow."

I wasn't physically prepared for the amount he was about to spew. It heavily filled my mouth. I worked it down, but more followed, then more. I gulped it, torn between feverish desire to eat it and pull myself from his delirious grasp. He expected me to swallow every drop.

"Ugghh! Ummmmmm.. . uuhhhhhh!" he called, discharging his thick cream.

Distinguishing the urgency in his voice, I swallowed down the last of it.

Suddenly, Luke jumped to his knees, picking up my legs and dragging them over his shoulders. His cock wasn't the least bit soft. "I'm going to give it to you the old-fashioned way."

"You can't possibly be ready. I just made you cum."

"Think so?" he muttered, grinning. He slid into my cunt, hard as a rock. "Feel this, baby, and ask me again."

I rolled my head from side to side, clawing the sheets while Luke rhythmically pounded his cock into me. I felt his balls shake from the force of his powerful strokes. His buttocks flexed and pushed, sending his enormous shaft through my puffy cunt lips.

The feeling was wonderful-exactly what I wanted. I shoved my pussy at him, gasping as he crammed himself down to the last inch. Ohhhhhhhhhh. That dick filling my pussy left me woozy with desire.

"Christ," Luke muttered hoarsely. "Show me how much you want it."

"I do!" I gasped. "Please, fuck me with your hard cock! Give it to me! Shove it in all the wayohhhhhhh!"

Mercy was absent from Luke's pummeling thrusts. He ground his bone-solid dick into my juicy snatch, plumbing my pussy. "Take it! Take the whole fucking thing, baby. Ughhh! Ughh! Ughhh!"

My skin prickled from watching. I carried that very sensation with me as I petted the hair on Luke's arm. His subtle change in expression, the softening lines around his mouth and eyes revealed how he'd been influenced.

"Can you feel how fucking hard my cock is inside your pussy?" Luke gasped. "It's throbbing, deep inside your soaked cunt hole!"

"Mmmmmmmmm." Visibly elated, I sighed and let him do as he wished. "Ohhhh."

Grunting in satisfaction, Luke returned to his hard, pleasurable pumping. The sopping sounds of my moist puncture reverberated. He squeezed my tits, elated that he had whole access to my naked flesh, then massaged my nipples with his thumbs until I shivered. Finally, he lowered himself onto my shaking form. He intended to take full advantage of touching me.

The spasmodic jerking of Luke's buttocks signalled that he had just emptied his load inside me. I moaned as he concluded his injection. The muscles in his back rippled as a guttural cry tore from his throat.

"Ugghh," Luke gasped, quivering as the last of his cum shot into my wriggling pussy. He collapsed on top of me, pinning me with the burden of his weight. His gratified moan suggested I wasn't going anywhere, yet.

Rob pushed the butt of his gun into Luke's neck. "Okay, buddy, get up nice and slow."

"What the fuck-" Luke sputtered his outrage.

"You wouldn't want me to accidentally slip and pull the trigger?" Rob turned to me. "Slip the cuffs on him, Honey. The cops are on their way."

"I'm glad you had the decency to time your interruption," I whispered to him. "I was really enjoying myself there."

He grinned at me. "Slut."

The door flew open. Deb, Mike and Peter, accompanied by two police officers, entered the room. Jazz selected that precise moment to awaken from her nap.

"Jesus," she whined, rubbing her head. "What hit me? A freight train?"

"It was more like a taste of Honey," Rob mentioned.

I smacked him on the arm. "Smart ass."

Jazz, realizing her dreams of claiming The Golden Fleece as her own where over when she caught sight of Luke handcuffed, shook her head. "Idiot. Did you have to fuck her? God! Why do men always have to think with their dicks?"

"You're one to talk," admonished Debra. "You used your pussy like a lethal weapon."

"Not lethal enough," she sighed, extending her wrists to the police officer.

"Well," I said to Rob, "are you ready to hightail it back to Columbus? Your dad's been cooling his heels long enough. It's time for you to make junior executive."

"Do you think we might be able to drive back, Honey?" he asked, taking me into his arms. "I promise to make the ride enjoyable."

From the tug at the corner of his lips, I could see he was feeding me a line of bullshit. "Is making it in Hollywood still that important?"

"I don't think Hollywood could be nearly as much fun as solving cases with you. But pretending to be people we aren't, bluffing our way through hairy situations, is sort of like acting. What do you say, Honey? Let's take the scenic route. Maybe we can land another case?"

I couldn't refuse him. I figured there were a thousand motel stops on the way. How could I go wrong? I snuck a peek at the outline of his cock in his pants. It was going to be some trip!