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‘We won’t see much of the boys tonight.’

‘Won’t they be coming to the bar too?’ asked Alexia.

‘The execs might, but not the soccer boys. They’ll have other entertainments planned, almost certainly.’

The two women adjourned to the bar and seated themselves on tall stools. Sonia ordered whisky sours. ‘They’ll help you sleep,’ she said.

Alexia didn’t think she’d need help after the wine.

‘I have to say,’ said Sonia after a large gulp, ‘you’re not the usual type.’

‘Usual type for what?’ asked Alexia tasting the drink. She’d never had a sour; its tartness played with her tongue.

‘For this kind of industry, the sport/showbiz world. You seem too
real
.’

‘Real? I don’t understand.’ Alexia took another gulp.

‘Well, most of the girls who work in agencies like yours are after something. They want to bag themselves a footballer, or hang with the fast crowd. They’re either über-manicured gym bunnies or posh girls who like to ride the men as hard as they ride their horses. They’re all ambition – for the men, that is, not a career. But you …’ Sonia regarded her. ‘I like you. You actually might have some substance.’

Alexia laughed. She liked Sonia too. She was blunt, but she was funny and kind.

‘I can see why Nathan would want you to work for him,’ she continued.

At the mention of Nathan’s name Alexia felt a skip in her stomach. ‘Why?’ she asked, desperate for an answer from someone who seemed to understand him.

‘He’s a really good guy, which is bloody rare in this business; they’re all either peacocks or piranhas. Or both! But Nathan, he’s not called the white whale for nothing. I wonder if he knows that’s what he’s known as?’ Sonia laughed to herself. Then she became serious again. ‘What I’m trying to say is he must get so tired of the women who flock round him. I’m sure he’s had his fun like any guy, but sometimes you know when a man is looking for something more. And if Mr Fallon was ever a “flirt, fuck and go” man, he’s certainly grown out of it.’

Alexia was hanging on to Sonia’s every word. She heard a familiar voice from the archway into the bar. She looked round to see Nathan bidding goodnight to some of the sponsors. He looked up and caught her eye. Her stomach flipped again and her pussy yielded up that now obligatory drop of moisture that seemed to follow every stolen glance of him. He tipped his head to her and was gone.

Sonia was watching. ‘If you do want to catch him for yourself, be careful, Alexia. I don’t think that big fish will be easily reeled in.’

Alexia looked back at her new friend and downed her remaining whisky.

Chapter Eight

Alexia had just reached her room when her phone pinged. She looked at her texts. Tony’s name leapt out from the screen.

Need you in Clarenden suite ASAP. Problem with arrangements.

At this time of night? She’d been so careful to nail everything down; she’d gone through the snag list over and over. She couldn’t believe there was a problem. The last thing she wanted or needed was to be forced to speak to Tony tonight. Clarenden was Iorizzo’s suite.

She turned on her heel, went to the wing of the hotel that housed the plush suites, and looked for the name next to the door. She passed Ashbourne. That’s where Nathan is, she thought, a pang of regret and wanting flooding her instantly. The carpet was very deep on this side of the hotel; every inch of it screamed luxury and privilege. She kept walking, her feet barely registering a noise on the thick wool. There it was, Clarenden, the word on a small, discreet nameplate to one side of the oak-panelled door.

She cleared her throat, she wasn’t sure why; a reflex action. Even the tiny sound seemed too loud for the quiet corridor. She knocked. Nothing. She knocked again. Still nothing. She didn’t want to hammer on the door. She looked at the nameplate. She had the right suite, so she texted Tony.

Am outside, you’re not answering!

She waited, her foot jiggling with frustration and nerves. Then the door swung open. Tony seemed slightly flushed and there were raucous noises coming from deep within the suite.

‘Ah!’ he said, and reached forward to grab her arm. Before she had time to object she was pulled into the suite, the door shutting firmly behind her.

‘What’s going on? You said there was a problem with the arrangements.’

The suite was enormous; they appeared to be standing in a small hallway that led into other rooms. She couldn’t see the revellers, but it was clear from the cheers that the footballers were having a good time.

‘There was a problem.
You
weren’t here, that was the problem!’

‘What?’

‘Well, you see, there’s something I think you should see …’

‘Tony?’

He smiled. That worried her.

‘Let me put it into context for you.’

Alexia knew something was wrong, but she couldn’t quite work out what it was. She sensed he was playing a game, and one he was good at.

‘Remember how we first met …?’

Tony let the thought hang in the air. He knew he was conjuring up the image of his own thrusting buttocks and Phillipa’s flailing legs, the image he knew Alexia was only too well acquainted with.

Alexia was gritting her teeth now. ‘What about it?’

‘Well, as it seemed to put such a flush in your cheeks I thought there was something else you might need to watch …’

He tugged her arm, trying to pull her deeper into the suite, but she resisted and turned away.

‘Let me go, Tony, I’m going back to my room.’

‘I really wouldn’t go out there just now if I were you.’

Alexia rounded on him. ‘Why not?’

‘Because I saw Nathan go back down to the bar a moment ago. I think he was looking for you.’

Surprised, she stared at Tony. He had no idea what had passed between her and Nathan, or had he guessed? Was he telling the truth?

‘So?’ she demanded, trying to sound as unconcerned as she could.

‘Well, as you’re here, not there, he’ll be coming back any minute, and you don’t really want him to see you coming out of this suite, now do you?

The realisation hit her like a slap. Tony had trapped her; she felt the blood drain from her face. He employed his best disarming smile.

‘Don’t look like that! Like I said, there’s something I think you might like to see, then you can go. Won’t take long.’

Alexia had no real choice. She stood rooted to the spot, but as Tony took her hand to lead her forward she felt her legs start to move obediently.

The noise and music from deep in the suite grew louder as Tony took her through into a small, dark room. He closed the door behind them. Then she saw it: an internal window looking straight into the master bedroom.

There were Iorizzo and Lopez, either end of a girl who was on all fours on a huge bed. Carsten was sitting on a chaise longue, two more girls draped over him. One was playing with his erection. They were all naked.

‘Two-way mirror,’ Tony explained. ‘It’s one of the reasons the big stars like to party here, and why the hotel can charge criminal sums of money. Good, isn’t it?’

Alexia’s eyes were fixed on the bed. Iorizzo knelt on it in front of the girl, his erection pointing at her mouth. Lopez was standing behind her, holding her hips, his erection pointing at her pussy.

The girl was about to be skewered from both ends and she clearly couldn’t wait.

‘Spit roast,’ whispered Alexia, remembering Sonia’s remark at dinner.

‘Exactly,’ said Tony. ‘Hey, the fun’s about to start, so you might as well enjoy the show, seeing as how I know you like to watch.’

Alexia barely heard his words. She knew she should make her escape but her feet were fixed to the spot. Tony was close behind her, and she could feel his breath on her neck.

In the bedroom the girl waited. Iorizzo was holding a glass of champagne to her lips; bubbles and liquid were spilling from the side of her mouth as she tried to drink from the cup on all fours.

Everyone laughed and she threw back her head, her long, bottle blonde hair falling down her back. Alexia saw the girl’s breasts jiggle as she tossed her hair, and she felt a tug in her own nipples, trussed up in a bra, now wanting to be free.

The spectators on the couch started chanting. ‘Spit roast! Spit roast! Spit roast!’

Alexia felt a squirt of wetness hit her panties. She realised to her surprise that she wanted to see it as much as the gallery did.

She felt Tony’s hands on her hips, but didn’t protest, didn’t move. He held her firmly from behind and pressed himself against her back, his erection rubbing her bottom.

His voice was low. ‘I told you you’d want to see it. Her name’s Tanya, she loves to get fucked hard.’

Just hearing the word “fucked” whispered into her ear made her want to grab her own pussy.

In the bedroom, Tanya was writhing, waiting for the two stiff cocks to find their way home.

Iorizzo was first. He moved up the bed, the tip of him a millimetre from her mouth. He was Southern Italian and was deeply tanned, as was Lopez. The little pale blonde in the middle looked like a virgin sacrifice to the god of sex, and he was hungry.

She opened her lips and pulled in Iorizzo’s cock. He held up his arms, champagne glass in hand, as if he’d just scored a goal and everyone cheered. As Tanya started to devour him, Lopez was watching her rhythm, waiting to plunge at the right moment, when the movement was right.

Alexia thought it looked like those playground group skipping games where the enormous rope circles through the air and hits the ground, over and over, round and round, and you wait for your chance to jump in.

Lopez saw his chance as Tanya was about to move forward down Iorizzo’s considerable length, he plunged into her cunt, sending her mouth forward onto Iorizzo.

More cheers.

Tony was also busy, but Alexia was transfixed and hadn’t registered what he was doing. His hand had found its way inside her blouse and he was peeling back one lacy cup of her bra.

Then the weight of him pressed her forward and she slapped a hand against the glass to steady herself as she watched the trio fucking.

Now she felt him. Tony wound his fingers in and grazed them over her straining nipple. It was hard, and the feel of his hands sent a strong shudder through her abdomen right down to her clit.

The trio were in a good rhythm now. Tanya looked like she was suspended by the two hard penises, their dark lengths plunging in and out of her pink lips above and below.

The erotic ballet continued as they all moved in perfect synchrony, like a melting flow of flesh and juices, driven from either end by strong, fit buttocks, piston engines, trained to perfection on the football field.

Tony’s fingers worked Alexia’s nipple, teasing and pinching. She felt her breasts swell, heaving up to meet his hand. She hated him, she loathed him now, but this felt so good she couldn’t stop him.

He moved his other hand to find the breast still tucked in her bra and freed it to enjoy the same attention as the other.

Alexia had both hands against the glass now, her chest completely open and free for Tony to play with and punish. It was a strange sensation, seemingly to be so completely visible to the group in the bedroom, to be right in front of the glass, and yet completely unknown to them. It was thrilling. Watching but unwatched. Present but removed.

Tony pushed her forward until her breasts touched the window. The shiver of the cold glass sent another wet surge through her cunt.

She was hard against the window and yet she was still invisible.

She watched the men’s backsides as they moved back and forth, pushing and plunging into Tanya, who was struggling now to concentrate on the dick in her mouth.

Alexia was struggling too. She sensed the imminence of Tanya’s orgasm and she wanted her own, but Tony’s attention stayed on his erection as he rubbed it against Alexia’s bottom, pressing her against the window.

He was getting his kicks from making her watch.

Lopez had grabbed Tanya’s long hair, like a cowboy tugging the mane of a skittish horse. He pulled her head back slightly, making her teeth rake Iorizzo’s cock. The Italian grunted and bared his own white teeth, gritted with the pleasure/pain. He put his hands on either side of her head and pushed his cock forward.

Alexia couldn’t believe how the girl managed not to choke.

‘Oh she’s good,’ purred Tony in her ear. ‘A real sword swallower.’

Tanya took Iorizzo so deep into her mouth he shut his eyes tight, his hands clamped to either side of her head as they moved. Then his chest heaved, he gave a deep, guttural, animal grunt, and came in her mouth. He thrust twice then pulled out suddenly, grabbing himself to spray his come all over her face.

The crowd cheered and Iorizzo put up his hand in his goal-scoring salute again as his cock showered her with the white, dribbling liquid.

And then she came. It sounded almost theatrical, but Alexia couldn’t imagine the amount of pleasure two men could give. Iorizzo moved to the side to let her have her moment and Lopez gave one huge thrust to push every contraction out of her. Tanya’s mouth dropped open as a porn-queen scream filled the air. Then Lopez dropped her hips and she collapsed on the bed. Fucked. Really, really fucked, thought Alexia.

Her own need gnawed fiercely at her now. She watched Tanya’s panting afterglow with envy as the two men wiped their dicks. Slowly, the girl climbed off the bed, smiling and wiping her mouth as she joined the others. Iorizzo followed her and sat on the chaise longue as Carsten got up to replace Lopez, who’d moved himself onto the bed where Iorizzo had been.

Tony growled low in Alexia’s ear, ‘Turn and turn about.’

‘Who’s next?’ said Lopez. The chaise longue was in front of the secret window and as he faced it, asking for a volunteer, Alexia felt as if he had looked straight at her. Her stomach jolted and her pussy squirted again. She was soaking, wet through to the tops of her thighs.

‘Fancy it?’ said Tony. His hands had crept up to her breasts again and he held them trapped, palms covering each one completely. She could feel her own heavy breathing against his hands as her rib cage rose and fell.

For a fleeting moment, she imagined herself accepting Lopez’s invitation; the glass melting between them; being in that room, naked, and climbing onto the bed; placing her knees apart to leave her cunt yawning open for Carsten … Blond, Germanic, and square-jawed Carsten. He had cold features and a ruthless expression. His cock seemed even harder than the others; he’d been drinking less and he was primed to go.

She felt herself falling against the glass and imagined herself tumbling into the room. But the fantasy was short-lived, as a brunette climbed off the sofa and onto the bed. She was curvaceous and a little chubby, but she had large breasts that Lopez eyed appreciatively.

‘Yvette,’ explained Tony, his hands now sliding down Alexia’s body.

Yvette was quickly followed by a boyish looking girl with pixie cut hair and small, high breasts that stuck out.

‘And Paula. Small tits, but she fucks like a minx,’ said Tony. Alexia had the feeling Tony knew from experience how she fucked, but she didn’t care. She wanted to see more.

The boys may have planned another spit roast, but it seemed the girls had a better idea.

Yvette said, ‘How about a race?’

They all cheered again. Lopez got off the bed and stood next to Carsten. The girls knelt in front of them.

Yvette explained the rules. ‘First one to come buys Jimmy Choos for all of us!’

The girls hooted their appreciation.

Iorizzo took on the role of starter.

‘On your marks … Get set … Suck!’

The girls greedily grabbed the two men and pushed their lips around them.

Alexia was rocking now and Tony was holding her.

‘Do you want it? Do you want it too?’ he purred in her ear.

She was moaning. She watched the girls as their heads bobbed, sucking and licking, as their hands searched for the men’s dark holes, to push one little finger in and press the accelerator inside, to win the race.

‘Do you want it? repeated Tony, his hand moving down and pressing through her skirt onto her pussy.

She gasped.

‘Don’t worry, Alexia, you’ll be in even better shape for tomorrow if you get off tonight.’

Tony wheeled her round, but his mention of tomorrow had broken her reverie. Images of Nathan flashed before her. She stared at Tony, his eyes heavy with knowing. He knew he had her, knew she needed it. But now Nathan was in her head and he would not leave.

‘No!’ she moaned and pushed him away. ‘No!’

‘Oh for fuck’s sake …’ Tony’s composure snapped.

She rushed for the door and ran out, grabbing her blouse buttons as she went. Tony dashed after her as Iorizzo emerged still naked, looking for more champagne. He saw them and Alexia froze.