Wish Her Well (7 page)

Inches from a spine-melting climax, she was jolted back to the present when Josh forced her off of him.

She forgot their proximity to Ben and guest. She would have complained aloud, but Josh had enough presence of mind to press a hand over her mouth. Standing there panting, she subjected to having the rest of her clothes removed. His decidedly lecherous grin made her forgive him. Enough to strip him, at least. Then he put her back onto the bench on her hands and knees.

When she realized what he wanted, a sizzling anticipation rippled up the back of her thighs. He grabbed a fistful of her hair. Of course, her hair was a lot longer than Ben’s client’s, and Josh was a lot gentler, but still the savagery of having her hair used for leverage nearly made her combust as the hot tip of Josh’s cock speared its way into her pussy. He thrust in hard, giving her hair a yank.

It did smart, but she was so turned on by the act, by both the sensations Josh ignited and the memory of watching Ben, that she wouldn’t have complained if she’d actually been on fire. All her attention focused on the sweet friction between her legs, to the warmth of his cock and the width of his shaft spreading her, rubbing that oh-so-sensitive ring of nerves inside. She pushed back against him, grinding the way Ben’s client had, and deliberately tightening her inner muscles around Josh’s cock. Every time she did, he slowed down to savor the sensation like a wine taster holding a favored vintage on his tongue.

So odd, having utterly silent sex. That was her last thought before the pleasure inside curled back on itself, brightening and tightening until that glorious pulsing began. It went on so long, the clenches so fraught and jittery that she hardly noticed when Josh let go of her hair, and accelerated his way to release. When she did finally come back down, it was to find Josh bent over her, trailing kisses between her shoulder blades, and stroking her skin.

Eventually they pulled it together enough to get dressed and head back toward The Palace.

Josh said, “That was a lot more interesting than what I had planned for tonight.”

“Oh? What did you have planned?”

“Something sketchy. Mostly you giving me a backrub, and me being so relaxed I drool.”

She laughed, and made sure the rest of his waking hours mimicked his original plan. Instead of drooling he fell asleep, and she quietly slipped out, desperate for a chance to think about everything Wade Fraser had said.

Driving home, she replayed the entire conversation over in her mind. Wade needed to secure his asset. He thought her a distraction, and he believed Thomas’s loyalty to Bill Dunkirk, his dead partner, would one day get him killed. And they wanted her to find out who he was talking to. What he was doing. Whose orders had led him to build a case against Andrew West without telling Josh or the Bureau.

She didn’t see how on earth she was supposed to accomplish any of that. Thomas had never confided in her, and never would. So far as she could tell, he and Josh seemed to regard her as some sort of pet. A favorite pet, sure, but no one they took seriously.

And she also couldn’t help thinking about that ‘fuck, fight, and feel superior’ thing. She did want into the fight. No doubt about it, she did itch to uncover the source of all the trouble and make them sorry they’d ever crossed her path.

If only she knew how to do that. She fell asleep concocting ways to draw Thomas out. Make him feel safe enough to trust she was on his side, no matter what.

The day passed with no resolution, no word from anyone, not even Wade calling for an update.

Late in the afternoon she got a call from Beverly. Under normal circumstances, she might have been excited: the schedulers and senior staff had selected her to fill a vacancy at the Parlor Games, the most exclusive of the Three Sisters Ball events. But circumstances were not normal. She was being asked to take Nicole’s place. This surprise invitation meant the staff had given up any hope that Nicole would be found and return in time to perform.

On the heels of that call came a second. Wade finally called to say, “Thomas is holed up at the branch office. Tonight would be a good time to corner him.”

She accepted his offer to clear things with branch office security, if for no other reason than curiosity to see Thomas in that setting. She held out no real hope she’d learn anything useful.

She put that aside to focus. Difficult, since she was working with Ben after spying on him last night. His department was hosting a group exhibitionism event for the Three Sisters Ball VIPs. The Palace’s art-deco penthouse suite was packed with multiple clients and at least eight exhibition team performers. There were so many people on this set, she had no idea how he and his team could do this all the time without nerves eating them alive. Before they started, he’d told her the key was to concentrate on her assigned client, nothing more.

Ben was certainly calm enough. Very at home as he wandered from group to group. He wore a brown shirt and slacks that made him look extra blond and extra tan. And Amanda wasn’t sure what she’d done to land so firmly on Kara’s good side, but tonight’s gauzy cream-colored, layered Victorian-lace dress and blood red, ankle-wrap pumps rivaled her throne room costumes for splendor.

The clients were all over the place in style: some in jeans, some in black tie. Sitting next to Amanda at a table, the client she had been assigned, Mary Beth, wore a black baby-doll dress that would make her job very easy once Ben gave the signal.

Until then, she listened to Mary Beth’s nervous chatter. She worked at one of several military contractors in the area. Brilliant, and cute in a geeky sort of way. She babbled on and on about factual errors in movies featuring space flight, wishing Ben would lend his client some of his calm. If the poor girl was already this nervous, Amanda couldn’t imagine what would happen when she realized what Ben had planned for her tonight.

It would be fun. Amanda would enjoy it, but they might have difficulties if Mary Beth couldn’t relax. Moving slowly probably wouldn’t be effective with this one; they’d get too friendly, then backslide when it came to the sex. Better they charge ahead before Mary Beth got comfy.

Amanda made a point of seeking out Ben with her eyes. He stood with another group, not talking much. His eyes were on Mary Beth, and when Amanda checked to see if the client had noticed, she saw that not only did the girl notice, but the babbling rate increased.

Amanda nearly laughed out loud. She’d babble too if Ben Oliver looked at her that way. He was ridiculously hot with the muscles and the intense blue eyes broadcasting sinful intent. And given what she’d seen last night on the outdoor set, she knew the man could deliver.

Before Ben looked away again, he gave Amanda the signal with a pointed sweep of his eyes to the table linen and back up again.

Amanda moved her chair closer to Mary Beth, murmuring apologetically as if she couldn’t hear very well over the din. The babbling picked up pace again. Endearing, really. So uptight.

Crossing one leg over the other, Amanda leaned closer. The core principle of this fantasy was being naughty in public and mostly escaping detection. Under cover of the table linen, she placed a gentle hand on the girl’s knee. She had no trouble keeping her expression bland as cream, even when the pitch of Mary Beth’s chatter rose and she wondered if she could make the girl babble an actual tune by moving her hand up and down her leg.

Careful to keep her shoulders still so her movement would escape detection, she slid her hand back, slowly, feeling her way up a soft, smooth thigh. She knew their client had been given a Brazilian wax in the spa on her first day here. A bare, oiled pussy awaited her attentions. Her own began to warm at the thought. She had to keep that in check tonight. This fantasy was all about the client. Amanda wouldn’t be included in the main event.

As her hand reached its mark and her fingers first touched Mary Beth’s bare mound, the girl finally stopped talking, breathless. Amanda turned to look at her, eyes full of feigned innocence, as she extended her middle finger to press downward and between her client’s labia. She held it still for a moment, staring Mary Beth in the eyes and watching the heat begin to gather there.

A hot stain of arousal rose in a visible wave from the client’s chest, up her neck, and onto her face. And when Amanda began to pulse her finger in short, sharp bursts, pressing hard on that sensitive flesh, Mary Beth let out a shuddery sigh.

Amanda leaned over to speak against the girl’s ear. “I want to taste your pussy. But first I want to stick my fingers inside you. Spread your legs and let me in.”

She applied extra pressure against Mary Beth’s clit while the girl shifted around in her seat, trying to obey. There might have been some extra movement involved, deliberate grinds against her fingertip. Amanda like that. She liked that Mary Beth could overcome her nerves to claim some pleasure. And it boded well for what would come later, once they headed out onto the balcony.

First, though, she wanted to finish the first act, penetrating her client amidst a sea of noisy people who would soon begin hiding their own clandestine teasing. And with her path cleared into Mary Beth’s slit, she forged ahead. It took some effort to hook her middle finger into the girl without being obvious about it, and once she finally managed to dip her fingertip inside, she found her target warm and so wet already that liquid leaked out around her finger.

Her own pussy clenched, feeling all that wetness. They were going to have a lot of fun together.

She withdrew her finger and leaned over to speak once more. “Let’s go out onto the balcony.”

Amanda led the way to one of the smaller balconies on the west side of The Palace. Its wrought iron railing and canopy were mostly covered in vines, and with only a yard or so of floor space to either side of the double French doors, they weren’t left much room to get out of sight. But that was the whole point. At any moment, anyone could catch them if they walked out onto that balcony.

Mary Beth was game enough. Amanda backed her into the wall alongside the door. Being slightly taller than her client, she could loom nicely, eyes locked, lips parted with the threat or the promise of a kiss imminent. Her client swallowed hard, nerves acting up again and, afraid the girl would resume babbling, Amanda quickly sent both hands to the hemline of the baby doll dress and slipped under it to run her palms up the girl’s sides. Waist, ribs and finally breasts. Mary Beth’s eyes widened as Amanda caught nipples between the first joint of her index and middle fingers, squeezing, and pulling down.

Amanda had to wonder whether her client had ever been touched this way by another woman before. Mary Beth fidgeted, and some reluctance had crept into her body language, but the show did go on. Amanda took her hands away to reach behind her own neck and untie the dress’s halter. With a tug, the lacy fabric slipped away, baring her breasts.

Some shyness evaporated. Mary Beth stared openly at her breasts. Touching didn’t happen right away. Amanda gave the girl some time to adjust. She had been expecting Ben, not another woman to handle the prelims.

After a couple moments, Mary Beth raised a cautious hand, gently sweeping her fingertips over Amanda’s right nipple. Hesitating only long enough to make sure the girl didn’t want to try that again immediately, Amanda kissed her once more, and reached behind Mary Beth’s neck to free the snaps there, as well.

The black satiny material succumbed to gravity, slithering to the floor and leaving the client exposed. She had big, full breasts with big nipples. Amanda had to bend her knees to bring hers into light, teasing contact. Both she and her client watched their nipples touch together, and felt them tighten into hard, wrinkly nubs as they rubbed.

Amanda reached up to cup Mary Beth’s breasts once more, gathering them up and pressing them together to apply her mouth to the hardened tips, skipping the gentle stage in favor of suctioning on and taking deep, hard pulls.

Mary Beth made her first sound since leaving the table. No babbling now, just a breathy sigh of sexual desire. Encouraged, Amanda applied the same abuse to the other nipple before abandoning them for her client’s mouth.

Arousal was breaking down all sorts of barriers, and by the time Amanda bullied her thighs apart and slipped two fingers into the girl’s cunt, the kiss grew hot and exploratory. So too did Mary Beth’s hands. She closed them on Amanda’s breasts, taking a few shy pinches at her nipples. Nice. Gentle, but too tentative for their timeframe. They would have to move things along more quickly. Not much time left before Ben would come along and ‘accidentally’ catch the woman he was interested in being eaten out by someone else.

Amanda bent her knees, kissing and licking a trail down between Mary Beth’s breasts, over her navel, feeling the girl grow more and more pliant, her breathing more and more ragged.

Thinking of Thomas, Amanda drove her fingers deep, beginning to twist and pump inside a tight and wet vagina. As her mouth reached the girl’s mound, she needed give no direction. Mary Beth raised and propped one foot on the balcony railing, making it easy for Amanda to apply her tongue to a swollen clit.

Almost immediately she began to feel a telltale quivering inside her client’s pussy. She was pushing the girl to orgasm already, and that was fantastic. By the time Ben finished with her, she’d have probably lost count of how many times she’d come. Amanda renewed her efforts, relentless, even when Mary Beth reached down to grab her head, making soft sounds of protest.