Sleeping Lady (2 page)

Since he didn’t seem about to stop, and since he hadn’t noticed that she opened her eyes, she closed them again. And just in time because a moment later, his mouth brushed against hers, but this time he steadied her cheek with his hand and pushed his tongue past her lips and into her mouth. It was absolute torture, trying to stay still while he explored her so thoroughly, but she knew it had to be close to the end of the audition. The only thing left for him to do was to fuck her. She just had to be still a little longer, then the torture would go away.

He nuzzled her neck and nipped just under her ear, and she whimpered. Then his cock was between her legs, skimming her folds, dipping into her wetness, then skimming over her slick flesh again. She curled her hands into fists to stop from grabbing his ass and urging him deep into her.

His cock nudged into her entrance. He was so thick that she knew she was going to come whether she wanted to or not. Maybe not a big, body-shaking orgasm, but he wouldn’t be able to miss her inner muscles gripping him. He pressed in, deeper and deeper, so slowly that the inevitable moment was barely kept at bay.

Then he cupped her breasts, and she squeezed her eyes tight, her brow tense. His thumbs passed over her nipples, teasing them to eager little peaks. She was trembling, barely holding back.

He rocked his hips back and entered her again. And again.

She moaned, giving into her needs. Her legs involuntarily spread so she could better accommodate all of his girth, and she pressed her heels into the mattress, her body arching up and meeting his thrusts.

“Bad girl, Georgia. You’re supposed to be asleep,” Billy breathed into her ear. Her eyes flew open and she stared right into his beautiful, mysterious irises.

“I’m sorry,” she mewled. “I can’t help it.”

Billy shook his head. “You’re too horny for a job like this. Why are you applying?” It was strange having a serious conversation with a man who was deep in her pussy for the sole purpose of ascertaining if she was suitable for a job, but powerless underneath him, it wasn’t like she really had any say in the matter.

She shrugged, avoiding his intense gaze. Billy pulled out, then thrust in a smooth motion. “Why are you here?”

“I need the money and these were the only positions left open.” She started to cry. 

Billy shook his head and pulled away from her.

“No,” she whispered. “I can do better. Please don’t—” 

He flipped her over and smacked her ass, then inclined forward and hooked an arm around her waist. “You’re a very bad girl, wasting my time like this.” He rammed into her. She cried out, and he pushed her head into a pillow. 

Georgia came, hard.

Swearing under his breath, he grabbed her hips and held her still while he drilled into her, fucking her so forcefully that she thought the bed was going to collapse. Just when she couldn’t take another orgasm, he pulled out, flipped her over again and tangled his fingers in her hair.

“Open up, Georgia,” he panted as he knelt over her. His hair was wild, and his cock was so engorged that it jerked in harmony with his racing pulse. “Open.”

Georgia opened her mouth, wide-eyed, and Billy slammed his cock down her throat. She could taste herself on him. One second … two seconds and Billy arched back and groaned as he emptied himself into her mouth. He didn’t pull out until his cock stopped pulsating and was getting soft. 

He finally released her. “Dammit all to hell.”

Georgia looked questioningly at him, but apparently he didn’t feel like providing an explanation.

He sat on the edge of the bed and ran his fingers through his hair as he shook his head slightly. Georgia didn’t know what he was thinking, but he was clearly conflicted about something. 

“You’re hired,” he said finally. He sounded exhausted.

“I am?” Georgia sat up, excited. “But why?”

“Because you tried so hard. Because you’re irresistible. You need to learn discipline, but you have potential.” He stood and handed her the bathrobe. “I’ll have to personally see that you’re trained properly. Your uncontrollable orgasms must be mastered.”

“Yes, Billy.”

“See you tomorrow at 9 a.m.”

The next morning, Georgia showed up bright and early to Adult Fantasy Playland. The night before, she’d masturbated so many times that her fingers literally started to prune from spending so much time buried in her wet cunt. She smiled, remembering all the different ways that her new teacher had fucked her … in her fantasies. Maybe he was restrained during her training, but at night he did unspeakable things.

The nice redhead she’d met the day before had been replaced by a surly, short-haired woman of indeterminate age. “Sign in here,” the woman grunted when Elle walked in.

She did, and wrote Billy’s name on the line for the teacher. The woman looked at the paper. “Oh, so you’re the new sleeper.” She scribbled the time next to Elle’s name. “Tomorrow you can write the time yourself, right?”

“Definitely. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize …” Georgia stammered.

“Don’t mind her. She’s just not a morning person.” 

Elle turned and found herself face to face with the redhead from the day before.

“My name is Prussia, and Miss Grumpypants here is Elaine. I’m so glad you got the job. That position has been open for so long, and the other Sleepers were moaning so much about all the extra work, I was worried they were going to make one of us—me or Elaine, I mean—do it.”

“Really? What happened to the last girl?”

Prussia gathered her fiery hair into a ponytail. “She fell in love.”

“With Billy?”

Elaine and Prussia both gave her a shocked look, and Georgia struggled to backtrack. “I mean, with someone who works here? He’s just the only guy I’ve met is all,” she finished lamely.

“Nah,” Elaine said as she flipped through a stack of papers. “Some idiot she met at a bar. They started to get serious, so she quit before he found out what she’d been doing. I’m sure she’ll be back eventually, begging for her old job.”

After Georgia changed into silky red panties and a t-shirt, Prussia came up behind her and gently pinched the skin of her elbow. “Don’t go falling for Billy,” she whispered. “He’s a heartbreaker.”

Georgia nodded. “I’m not the type of girl who loses herself whenever she sees a hot guy. I just don’t know any other guys here.”

“Ok. ‘Cause I don’t know you, but I’m just gonna say it. I like you. I don’t want you to get fired.” Prussia threw her arms around Georgia in an impromptu hug, and Georgia squeezed her back.

“Good. You’re on time.” Billy’s rough voice made Georgia jump about twenty feet in the air. He was too sexy in a clingy white t-shirt and tight jeans that molded to his muscular thighs. Georgia mentally fanned herself.

“She’s reliable, Billy,” Prussia said. “A good employee. I can tell.” When Billy turned to go up the stairs, Prussia drew her finger across her throat and mouthed to Georgia, “Don’t fall for him!”

Georgia nodded with a smile and hurried into the stairwell without bothering to grab a robe. Billy was waiting at the top of the stairs. “I spent a lot of time thinking about you last night,” he said.

Georgia’s eyes got wide as all the kinky things they’d done in her fantasies came rushing back to her. “You did?”

Billy stopped in front of the room she’d auditioned in and inserted a key into the lock. “My usual teaching techniques are geared toward women who either have low sex drives or who are repressed in some way. You’re neither, so teaching you how to orgasm isn’t going to be helpful.” He swung the door open and flipped on the lights.

She frowned as she followed him into the room. “Why teach orgasming if the point is for the Sleeping Lady to be still?”

“You’d be surprised how many women equate ‘still’ with clamping their knees together or going stiff. Our visitors want the fantasy of coming into a sleeping woman’s dream and being her dream lover. They don’t want to feel that they’re doing something to someone who’s unwilling.”

“Oh. So did you come up with a good plan for me?”

Billy rubbed the back of his neck. When he raised his arm like that, his considerable chest muscles flexed, and Georgia had to repress a contented sigh. A man like that? She could stare at him until the cows came home and never get bored.

“Get into the bed,” Billy ordered. “I’m going to grab some things that might help you stay calm while we work.”

Georgia pulled back the covers and noted that the sheets had been changed. She lowered herself onto the bed and inhaled the fresh linen scent.

Maybe she should tell Billy that she was making an effort, that she would be a
lot
less horny because not only had he helped her out by fucking her the day before, but she’d come a half dozen times since.

She quickly talked herself right out of volunteering the information. Just seeing Billy made her pussy wet, and he hadn’t even stripped down yet. Hell, she might be less calm than at the audition, and Billy might change his mind about taking her on. No, it was better if he didn’t know that she’d done everything possible to mute her sexual cravings.

Billy returned carrying a wicker basket. He closed the door and locked it. “I don’t want someone coming in to see why you’re screaming,” he said.

“Screaming?”

Billy’s full lips twisted in a crooked smile. “I’m thinking that aversion therapy might help. You’ll learn that losing control leads to pain, and this will strengthen your willpower.”

“I don’t know. Suppose it turns me on?”

Billy raised an eyebrow, and even though he kept his face otherwise neutral, Georgia couldn’t help but notice that he’d shifted his weight as if something in his pants was suddenly making him uncomfortable. “If it turns you on, well, I’ve got another plan. But let’s give this a try first. Get into position.”

Georgia stretched out, and Billy repositioned her limbs. “You want to make it so that the guest can access your mouth and your pussy without too much trouble. Sure, he knows that you’re awake, but if he has to do a bunch of stuff just to get into position and you don’t react, it’s going to ruin the fantasy that you’re actually asleep … it’ll be clear that you’re faking it.”

“Oh.”

He grasped her chin between his thumb and index finger. “Always keep your mouth a little slack. You want the guest to see your lips and know that your mouth is accessible.” He pressed his thumb into her mouth and moved it side to side. “Keep lip balm handy. It’ll stop your lips from getting dry.”

He suddenly reached down and pressed his palm against her sex, and Georgia nearly tilted her hips up to magnify the surface exposed to his touch, but thank goodness, she stopped herself in time.

“I normally advise women to keep lube nearby, but I don’t think you’ll need that sort of help.” 

Georgia blushed. “Are you really going to hurt me?”

“Yes,” Billy said solemnly. “It’s for your own good. If I send you out there and you’re not ready, you’re not the only one who’ll be getting fired.” He brought the basket onto the bed and pulled out a package of suction darts. 

Georgia’s eyes went huge. “What on earth are you going to do?”

Billy threw back his head and laughed. “I can’t imagine what you’re thinking now.” He gently touched her hair. “Any pain you experience will come from my bare hands.”

That was hardly comforting. His large, sturdy hands could probably wrestle a puma to the ground.

He dug around in the basket and pulled out a bullet vibrator and some string. Then a foot-long stick. He tied the vibrator to the stick and tapped it to be sure that it was securely fastened. When he was satisfied, he relocated the basket to the floor and carefully set the darts on the mattress, standing them on end.

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t move. These darts are light and not very well balanced. The slightest readjustment of your weight and they’ll fall over.” When he had the darts exactly how he wanted them, he moved back and surveyed his handiwork with a satisfied nod.

Then he went to the foot of the bed and pressed the top of the vibrator to turn it on. The loud hum was the only sound in the room, though Georgia wondered if he could hear her heart pounding.

“I’m going to use this vibrator on you for five minutes. For each dart that falls over, you’re going to be punished.”

Georgia groaned. Even breathing made the darts sway. She nodded slightly to indicate that she was ready.

Billy extended the stick, and the vibrator touched her inner thigh. He moved it from place to place. “I’m just making sure that the vibrations alone don’t knock over the darts.” He set it down for a moment and pulled off his shirt, and Georgia groaned again. She’d hoped she’d exaggerated his assets in her fantasies, but if anything, she’d cheated him. His chest was so wide and solid that she couldn’t understand why he wasn’t working as an underwear model or something. And when he moved … heaven help any woman within a ten-mile radius.

He picked up the vibrator and touched it to the thin strip of fabric that kept her pussy covered from his view. At first the touch was light, and while she ached to adjust so that she could taste a bit more of the exquisite pleasure that it promised, she was able to restrain herself.

“Good so far. Much better than I expected.”

Georgia didn’t smile. It hadn’t been easy to stay still.

He pressed it right over her slit. If not for the panties, the vibrator would be sliding inside her.

Her little moan had all the darts quivering. Billy made a disappointed sound, deep in his throat. But he didn’t back off. 

He dragged the evil little toy up, pressing hard enough that despite her panties, it pushed apart the folds of her needy cunt. A slight trembling took hold in her hips, but she managed to stiffen her muscles, slowly. None of the darts fell.

But Billy wasn’t finished his cruel test. The vibrator continued its upward movement until it was nestled against the underside of her clit and a little to the left … the exact spot she would have chosen if she wanted to get off as quickly as possible.

She opened her mouth and squeezed her eyes shut as she flexed her fingers and toes, trying to retain control of her undisciplined body.