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  “Strip for me, sweetness.”

  “You’re a bastard.” It was like he knew exactly what she was thinking. Yes, she could have slapped his face, stormed out, or screamed primly for help, but Rett didn’t. Hamish was an adventure staring her right in the face, and she wanted the thrill of riding him. O h yeah, Sally is right. I’m reckless, but damn I have fun.

  Hamish chuckled. “No, I’m a realist. So…”

  Rett smiled. He wanted her naked. She’d give him naked. So naked he would be begging her for sex. Then I’ll just walk away and laugh. Probably. “Fine, whatever.” She yanked her shirt off over her head; her full breasts were encased in her second best bra. Funny how you’re never half naked in your best underwear. Hamish said nothing. Rett wasn’t sure whether she should be relieved or embarrassed. Her hands went down to unclasp the snap on her shorts. That was when she remembered she wasn’t wearing panties. None were clean. Hmmm, what was the etiquette of stripping? Twat or tits first?

  “Problem?”

  “No.” Rett pushed her shorts down her hips.

  “Oh, man.” Hamish’s eyes were locked on her pussy. “You have a butterfly tatt.”

  Indeed she did. It was a curlicue, purple and green butterfly that danced just above the hairline of her pussy. It hurt like hell to have to done but was worth it. Men loved it. “You like?”

  Call me straight-laced? I think not.

  “Oh yeah.” Hamish’s voice came out in a throaty growl. Excellent. This wasn’t embarrassing at all. Nothing like a horny man. Let’s see just how much. Rett ran her hand through the neatly trimmed hair that covered her cunt. She smiled when she saw him swallow hard. Perfect. Rett opened her legs and slid her fingers inside.

  Hamish sat bolt upright. “Why are you doing that?” “Isn’t this what a stripper does? Tortures a man with possibilities of sex?” Rett was already wet so she was careful not to touch her clit too hard. The rapidly increasing promise of incoming cock was her incentive.

  “Your bra.”

  “What about it?” Rett removed her fingers. Things were getting nicely dangerous.

  Hamish’s eyes never left hers. “I want it off.”

  “Take it off me.”

  “This is about you stripping for me,” Hamish pointed out.

  Rett shook her head. She was in control and she liked it. Any previous thoughts of storming out were overridden by the need to be filled by hot cock. “No, this is about you wanting to see my breasts. If you want them take them.”

  Hamish stood up and moved towards her. “No, sweetness, this about sex.”

  “Everything is according to Freud,” Rett quipped as she watched his approach.

  “I don’t think Freud got laid enough.” Hamish stopped before her. He lifted one, long finger and slipped it inside her cleavage.

  Rett shivered at the contact. “People usually obsess over what they can’t have.” She jumped as his other hand went behind her back and unhooked the bra with a simple flick. “Had practice at that?”

  “I’ve enjoyed myself with a few women.” Hamish peeled her bra off. His eyes locked on her breasts. “Beautiful.”

  She doubted that, but Rett knew from past lovers men liked big breasts. “Wanna suck?” The words were out of her mouth before she thought about them. This was madness, of course. She had come to the club thinking she could get a temporary waitress job to tide her over. Instead, she was toying with a man who initially offended her with his suggestion but now dazzled her with the promise of what might happen between them. Hamish’s hands moved to rest on her hips. She jumped again at the heat of his skin against hers.

  “Nervous?” Hamish moved in so his mouth was an inch from hers.

  “No.” Yes. Please kiss me.

  “Needy?”

  “Are you?”

  “From the moment I saw you, sweetness.” Hamish’s head dropped down in one sudden movement and his lips fastened on her nipple.

  “O-o-hhh.” Rett gasped at the sudden suction on her breast. Her fingers threaded through his hair, holding him against her. Hamish’s mouth moved to her other nipple, his hands slid down to her ass pulling her closer as he kneaded the flesh of her butt.

  His eyes lifted to hers. “This wasn’t part of my plan.”

  “No? I thought you wanted me naked?”

  “I did, but I never fuck the staff.”

  Rett smiled as she ran a finger along his jaw line. “I’m not on staff.”

  Hamish grinned at her words. “Want me to stop?”

  “Is the door locked?”

  “Worried someone will see us, sweetness?” She shook her head. “I don’t do free shows.”

  On those words, Hamish went to the door and locked it. He kicked off his boots and began shucking his clothes. His jeans hit the floor. His dick was pressed upward against the fabric of his boxers. “Wanna see?”

  Men. They were so cute when it came to their pride and joy. “If you wanna show me.”

  “Do you like sucking dick, sweetness?”

  “Yes.” Why lie? To Rett it was empowering to have a man at your control like that. She moved to stand before him. Hamish took her hand and let it rest on his covered dick. Her eyes locked on his.

  There was only one thing she could say. “Drop ‘em.” Rett wanted dick and she wanted it now.

  “Am I still a bastard?”

  “Yes. A bastard with a dick I want to play with.” His boxers hit the floor. Rett’s hand circled his engorged cock. “Very nice.”

  “I’m fond of it.” Hamish reached down, his hand sliding between her legs. “You’re wet.”

  “Yes.” Wet and ready.

  “I could do something with that,” Hamish offered with a wink.

  “I bet you could. But first, I want to taste.” Rett dropped to her knees. She knew his eyes were locked on her. She was the one in charge. Rett leaned forwarded and swallowed the head of his cock inside her mouth and sucked. The groan of satisfaction that came from Hamish made her slip the dick out of her mouth so only the tip remained before she sucked it back in. She did this for a while, enjoying the meaty lollipop between her lips and the primal growls of the man she held captive by her mouth. Rett rested one hand on Hamish’s upper thigh. She could feel the muscle bunch up and jump erratically in return. Her fingers moved up to his balls, she cupped and squeezed them gently.

  “Okay. Stop.” Hamish pushed her head from his cock. “If you continue, I’ll come on you and I really want to be inside you when that happens.”

  And Rett wanted the same thing. She needed to be filled with hot, thrusting dick. “Condom?”

  While Rett was reckless about some things, condoms were a necessity.

  “Always.” Hamish moved quickly to a nearby desk. His dick bounced with every step. He pulled out a drawer and found a strip of condoms. “Any particular color, sweetness?”

  “If we do this correctly, then I’m not going to see it.” She walked over and sat on the desk and watched as he began to cover his cock with a deep pink rubber. “Though pink is pretty.” Rett ran one finger along the barely covered flesh.

  Hamish stilled her hand. “Stop that.”

  “Hurry up.” She leaned back and spread her legs.

  “Are you the same lady who was threatening to storm out of my club?”

  That had been her first thought. But life was funny and sex was a great incentive to explore other career paths. “I changed my mind. Women are allowed to do that.” Rett watched as the last inch of rubber was snapped into place. “I need you inside me.” Need was simple. There were no rules as far as Rett was concerned.

  Hamish moved to stand between her legs. He placed the head of his dick at the entrance of her cunt.

  “What no foreplay?”

  “You had me at ‘take your clothes off’.” She gasped as he pushed inside her.

  Hamish smiled. “That’s one of my best lines.”

  Rett sighed as the length of his shaft filled her. “You’re pretty good at this.” She had
never viewed sex as the greeting card philosophy of two souls meeting. It was what it was. Raw, primal, and earthy. But this? It was different to what she had enjoyed with other lovers. Rett had a strange feeling it was more than just a physical connection with him. Maybe it had been in the words he spoke to her or possibly the look of understanding in her eyes. There was something about him that made her instinctively clutch at his shoulders and hold on tight not wanting to let go of him.

  “It’s all in the partner, sweetness.” Hamish leaned in and kissed her, his dick plunging in and out in deep, hard strokes.

  Rett wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him back, loving his tongue against hers in the slow, open-mouth kiss she never wanted to end. Some men knew how to fuck. Some knew how to kiss. Rarely did one man do both well. Hamish did.

  “Play with yourself,” he murmured against her lips.

  “W-what?”

  “I want us both to come together.” Hamish lifted one of her hands from his shoulder and placed it on her clit. He smiled and leaned back from her, his dick still buried inside her. “See how well we fit together?”

  Rett lifted up and looked down. It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. There was no start or end to their bodies. They were one. Her fingers began rubbing her clit. “Kiss me.” The taste of his lips was intoxicating. Between her busy fingers, his delicious lips, and the thrust of his pounding dick, Rett wasn’t surprised when she started to come. “Oh-h-h, Hamish.”

  He increased his pace, balls slapping against her wet, pink flesh, tongue entwined with hers, and eyes locked. “You’re beautiful when you come.”

  “What about when I go?” Rett panted out the words, her body jerking under his.

  Hamish stiffened and jerked against her, his eyes closing and face tensing as he came.

  “Maybe I won’t let you leave,” he murmured as he sought to catch his breath.

  Rett held Hamish close to her. Maybe I won’t want to.

  Chapter Two

  Amelia looked up at the brunette as she left Hamish Clark’s office. She didn’t need to be told the woman had just has sex with Hamish. It was in the way she moved and looked dazed as if overcome.

  “Sicko.” Amelia rubbed her cloth violently against the surface of the small wooden table making the candle on top shake. She had taken the job at The Howl and Pussy to get close to Hamish and find his weaknesses. So far she had found none. Everyone seemed to like him, and no one had a harsh word to say about his business practices. But Amelia knew everyone could be weakened by something that would bring them to their knees. That’s what she wanted. She needed Hamish Clark in so much pain he couldn’t bear it. That’s how he’d left her after Meg died.

  Amelia’s eyes followed the woman as she left the club. Maybe the woman would be it. She couldn’t recall him ever fucking one of the staff before. “I believe I’ll watch that one.”

  ****

  Rett wobbled out of the room. Her head was spinning. “I can’t believe I just did that.” I had sex with a stranger. I liked it, and I want to do more of the same. I must be losing my mind. But, even as she thought about it, Rett knew she was very conscious about the sudden decision she had just made. She loved sex. Rett made no apologies for that. Stripping? She was no actress. Those ladies worked hard to turn a crowd on. But the idea of fulfilling a customer’s sexual fetish was something else. She would be in control. And, as Hamish said, she was far from home and no one knew her, so she could indulge and be naughty. As Rett headed out of the club, the interior registered with her. It hadn’t before due to money worries. The room she walked through was dimly lit. She assumed it was to hide patrons who indulged in their particular needs without drawing obvious attention to who they were. Small candles flickered on the tables illuminating only enough for the occupier to see his drink. There was a secretive glow to the strip club that made it feel forbidden and sexy. And the strippers?

  Amazing. Their bodies were lithe and sensuous and made Rett feel like an elephant. Only one thing stood out as odd to her. The guitar player. She stopped and listened to the sweet, soulful tune of longing the brown-haired man played on his acoustic guitar. He didn’t fit the atmosphere, yet without him the place would have been lacking.

  “Hey, sweetness, wait up.” Hamish moved swiftly toward her. Rett’s heart flip-flopped.

  Lordy, he’s gorgeous.

  “Um, I—” What do I say to a man I barely know yet I sucked his cock?

  “You’re embarrassed. That’s cute. I want to help you.”

  “Give me the money.” It wouldn’t be as much fun as the alternative on offer. But I would be one less step back from Hell.

  “No. You need to do this, Rett. You can find yourself here.”

  Hamish’s hand touched her arm. It was non-sexual yet she shivered. “I know where I am. I’m stranded in a town I’ve never heard of and in a strip club that has a troubadour and naked dancing girls.”

  Hamish smiled. “I meant in the new age, hippy existential kind of way.”

  She cocked her head sideways and surveyed him. “How much does the hippy thing pay?”

  “My help is always free. As for money? Sex sells.”

  “So I’ve heard.”

  “Come on. Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy what we just did.”

  There was a soft look in Hamish’s eyes that made Rett swallow hard. “I did and it freaked me out. I don’t do stuff like that normally.” Technically, she did but generally it was after an acquaintance of at least a couple of days.

  “But you liked it?”

  “Yes.” There was no way she could lie to those puppy dog eyes. The smile he bestowed on her made her grin. Some men were infectious like that. She wanted to please them.

  “Good, me too. I’m happy to pay you for some services.”

  Of course. This was business. “I’m not a hooker. What I did with you was —”

  “Different and because you wanted to? I know that.”

  “How?” Was it the business he was in? He could tell the working girls from the amateurs?

  “Hookers don’t enjoy sex, and you enjoyed being with me. There’s nothing wrong, in my eyes, with a beautiful woman enjoying sex.”

  She blushed. Great. I sucked and fucked a man with barely any hesitation, yet now my face goes red. “So what are you offering?”

  “A sexual journey. Call it an odyssey, if you will. I have clients with certain needs that you could fulfill, and I’ll pay you to not only go home but in style, and you’ll have money left over.”

  Rett could hear her sister’s voice. You’re so impulsive, always rushing in and doing things without thinking. Do you want to be considered a slut? “Who are these clients?” Shut up, Sally.

  “Business men who have been carefully screened. They have certain fetishes we try and fulfill,” Hamish explained.

  “What sort?”

  “You’ll be safe, I promise. I believe you’ll enjoy it and, in a couple of days, you’ll have enough money to go home.”

  * * * *

  “There are cameras in all the rooms,” Hamish explained as he led Rett into the room she would be in.

  “Right.” She looked around. The room was empty but for a king-size bed covered with a black velvet bedspread. They had worked out how much she would be paid. It would be an excellent start. It would give her money to pay for the below average accommodation at the trailer park and give her money to get home.

  “We watch for reasons of safety.” He picked up her hand, entwining her fingers with his.

  “You’ll be fine, sweetness.”

  “I’ll be naked with a stranger.” The realization finally sunk it. That she had only just met Hamish didn’t count. He didn’t seem like a stranger to Rett.

  “I’ll watch out for you,” Hamish promised. “Besides, you’re not exactly naked.”

  Rett laughed. “You call black stripper heels and bright pink fishnet stockings clothes?”

  “They look good on you.” His free ha
nd strayed down to her butterfly tattoo, running over the flesh in a light, teasing way.

  She shivered. “So this guy—”

  “He has simple tastes.” Hamish walked over to the bed and picked up a strip of black satin.

  “A blindfold?” A stranger was going to take her and she wouldn’t be able to see? Kinky.

  “Yes. He likes to play with women, but they’re never to know who he is or what he’s about to do.”

  “Is he like the police chief, a clergyman, or a local politician?” Rett suspected only they would hide their identity.

  “One of those. Still keen to play and get paid? He will have a condom.”

  Good. “Yes.” Rett had no other option when it came to fast money to go home. Besides, she was going to look at it as a sexual odyssey as Hamish suggested. A sudden spike of fear ran through her body as she thought of all the reasons this was wrong. “ Hamish—” Rett grabbed his arm before he tied on the blindfold.

  His eyes were soft on hers. “I’ll look after you.”

  She blew out a deep breath. “Okay.” Rett knew she was being silly, but this was something new and foreign to her. Being a plaything was not something she had done before. It scared her. It excited her.

  Hamish tied the blindfold on and Rett’s world went dark. She reached out for him. He took her hand and guided her to the bed. “You look beautiful.”

  “Do I?”

  “Yes and you can, at any time, call out for me.”

  That was good to know. “I’ll be fine.” Rett heard his feet on the bare, polished, wooden floorboards as Hamish walked away from her. She was naked and alone.

  “Oh, I can just hear Sally’s words now,” Rett muttered to herself. She heard the sound of a door opening and closing. Footsteps moved toward her. “Um, hello?” What did someone say to the unknown man who was going to play with her body?

  “Shush now, darlin’.” A hand landed on her shoulder, pushing her back on the bed.”

  “Who are you?” Rett knew it was a dumb question, but she had to ask anyway.