Suck You Dry

Suck You Dry

By

Beverly Rae

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Chapter One

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ou’re kidding me, right?” Carl stared at his friend, searching his face for a sign telling him it was a joke. “This woman you’re talking about actually comes in here and has sex with more than one guy? Every night? Come on, man. That’s bullshit.” Robert laughed and took a swig of his beer. He wiped the moisture from his black mustache with the back of his hand. “I know how it sounds, but I’m telling you the truth. No shitting.” Carl studied his brawny-but-slow friend with the long shaggy hair and angular features. Some people said Robert reminded them of a wellknown mass murderer which was partly why Carl kept his hair short around his boyish face. He didn’t want to look like Robert in any way. He motioned to the tattoo-covered bartender for another round. “So when is she supposed to come in?” “Any time now.” Catching his reflection in the mirror behind the bar, Carl ran a hand through his dark hair and 1

Beverly Rae thrust out his chin to study his profile. Some might call him vain, but he didn’t care. He liked the way he looked and worked hard to keep his lean body fit. Proud of how long he could screw, he never had any complaints from the women he bedded. His cock was longer and thicker than the average male’s shaft and he reveled in the exclamations women gave when they saw it for the first time. In fact, if he wouldn’t get arrested for public indecency, he’d walk around with his Big Gun hanging out for the entire world to admire. “Quit lovin’ on yourself, man. Someone might think you’re gay or something the way you check yourself out all the time.” “You just wish you had my face and bod.” Although Robert had an okay appearance, his friend didn’t have the goods like he did. “Yeah, that’s it, Carl. I lie in bed just wishing I had your body.” The bartender heard the last part of their conversation, stared at them for a second, then turned away. “Damn it, man. Keep talking smack and we’ll end up getting shucked out of this place. I heard a lot of gay bashers hang here.” “But I haven’t fucked you.” Carl knuckle-fisted him in the arm. “Yeah, that sounds better.” Raising his voice, he added for anyone else within hearing distance. “We’re not 2

Suck You Dry gay no matter how stupid my buddy talks.” As other patrons turned their way, the two friends ducked their heads and pretended to study their beers. After enough time passed, they dared raise their heads again. “Back to this broad you’re talking about.” Carl looked around the other people in The Night Owl Bar—mostly men. “If what you say is true, then why the hell aren’t there like a ton of guys fighting to get in here? It can’t be a secret. Not if you know about it.” Robert shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve been coming here for the past week and she always chooses a different couple of men. I haven’t seen anyone come back twice.” “Maybe she’s a dog.” He knew there must be some reason men weren’t coming for another round of free sex. Men always wanted free sex— especially with a hot babe. “Nope. I’ve seen her. Not up close yet but, trust me, she makes Angelina Jolie look like the dog.” “Why not up close? How come you haven’t put the moves on her yet?” Robert not trying to hook up with a sexy woman was weird. Something was off and he wanted to know what that something was. “I’m not sure. But when she walks in, my mouth drops open and I can’t seem to get up and move. Besides, she gets surrounded by guys as 3

Beverly Rae soon as they see her.” “Then maybe she has something else wrong with her.” Robert shot him a curious look and egged him on. “You know. Like maybe she’s a really a guy? Think about it. What would you do if you reached down there and found a dick in your hands instead of pussy? I can understand how dudes would freak out and never come here again.” Robert choked on a peanut he’d previously plucked from the basket on the bar. “Where do you come up with this shit? No, man. I don’t know why they don’t come back, but I don’t care. This bitch takes two men at a time and I’m ready to share. Of course, if you’d rather not, I’ll be happy to fuck her by myself.” “Don’t go getting greedy.” Carl didn’t like to share with another man—he preferred two or more women he could enjoy without the possibility of crossing his sword with another man’s—but this slut sounded too good to miss. “If you say it’s a good deal, then I’m ready and willing.” He grinned and tossed a few bucks on the bar for payment. “And more than able.” Robert snorted at his joke. “We’ll see who she likes best. Who knows? She may take a peek at your little wiener and throw you back with all these other losers.” Now Carl scoffed. “Yeah, sure. Think whatever 4

Suck You Dry you need to make yourself feel good.” “I’m not sure either one of you are up to the challenge.” Their gazes rose to the mirror. Robert’s mouth fell open as Carl’s eyebrows shot up. A wide grin spread across his face as the two men swiveled in sync on their barstools. The woman was beyond beautiful. Carl searched his brain and couldn’t come up with an adjective that fit. All those words—gorgeous, hot, smokin’, fantastic, sexy—were just that. Words. This girl needed more than mere words to describe her. Wavy, silky golden hair flowed behind bare shoulders in an attempt to take his gaze away from the perfect oval face with the full, kiss-me lips. Yet as his sight traveled with her hair, her nipples, easily seen through her gauzy top, caught his attention. Brown areoles beckoned both his hands and mouth. He licked his lips in response to the rise of his cock. I’m gonna love squeezing those tits. He licked his lips again as he could almost feel his hands on her firm double-d breasts. Robert’s mouth still hung open as he worked his jaw up and down, and tried to coax words from his brain to his mouth. Carl’s mind finally started functioning as he nudged his friend and broke him out of his stunned fog. He offered his hand. “I’m Carl. And this mute 5

Beverly Rae monkey is Robert. And you’re…” She stared at his outstretched hand as though she had no intention of touching him. Instead, she tilted her head and scrutinized him from his head to the black boots he wore. He slowly lowered his hand and waited. “Miranda.” At last she answered with a voice custom made for her. Deep, rich, sultry, and so sexy she could make a man come just by listening. Even the accent was different. Clipped, yet somehow soft and musical. He felt compelled to say her name. “Miranda.” A slight smile tipped up the corners of her mouth as though she was pleased he’d mastered her simple name. “Yes. I am Miranda.” “Miranda,”—he loved the feel of her name on his tongue”—would you care for a drink?” Did the bar have champagne? This was not a beer drinking woman and he wouldn’t mind splurging on her. Not if it secured his place between her legs. “I am thirsty.” He turned to order the finest bottle they had, all while keeping his gaze on her, but she held up a manicured hand and stopped him. He complied and she lowered her hand, taking his sight down with it. The woman had a body fit for a goddess. 6

Suck You Dry Round curves called him as long legs tempted his touch. The full-length shimmering skirt she wore barely hid the beautiful legs as the light from the bar shone through the material. Carl licked his lips yet again. He couldn’t stop licking them as he imagined those long legs wrapped around him, pulling him into her. “I’m not thirsty for a drink. At least, not that type of drink.” Her blue eyes deepened as they scorched his. “I want to drink something— someone—else.” Drink someone? He wondered at her odd choice of words before finally coming up with his own clarification. She liked to go down on men. And obviously, she was one of those few bitches who liked drinking a man’s cum. He chuckled at the idea of her doing a blow job. “Someone? Lady, if you want a taste of a great drink, let me recommend mine.” Robert slid off his stool at her words and reached out for her. He still hadn’t said a word, but Carl didn’t care. He did, however, care when his friend’s hand locked onto her arm. Was he trying to scare her away with his dumb routine? “Watch it, man.” But her expression didn’t change when he pried Robert’s hand off her. Instead, she acted as though his rough grab hadn’t bothered her in any way. Maybe she liked rough play? Shit, he hoped so. 7

Beverly Rae “I’m sorry. You’ll have to excuse my friend. I think he’s lost his mind.” Why was he being so polite anyway? If this were any other girl, he’d have laughed at Robert’s crude treatment. After all, hadn’t they had brutal fun with other girls? Fun as in tying women up against their will and having a good time. As the sons of a two prominent attorneys, they always got away with violence against the girls they dragged home. But this woman was different. For some inexplicable reason, he wanted to please her even at the expense of his own pleasure. “You are my chosen.” Her chosen? Was it really that easy? Obviously, she’d already picked them. And all the guys watching them could eat their hearts out. Right after they jerked off. He was in the limelight and loved it. He scanned her again from her glorious mane of hair to her sandaled feet. Why wouldn’t anyone come back for seconds? He sure planned to. “Yes, I am.” “We are.” Robert had found his voice and wasn’t letting Carl get away with making this a one-on-one thing. Her Mona Lisa smile widened as she turned to Robert. With a quick glimpse at Carl, she reached out and laid her palm on his friend’s cheek. “I wouldn’t forget you, Robert.” No! Don’t! Pay attention to me! Say my name! His 8

Suck You Dry abrupt protest—even though silent—shocked him. When had he become so desperate? Yet he wanted, needed her to touch him as she touched Robert. He snarled at his friend of five years and wished he could tear out his heart. His unexpected hatred for his friend died as she turned her dark blue eyes toward him. “Carl.” She said his name as though she knew his earlier thoughts. “Yes.” The one word encompassed so much more. Yes, to saying his name. Yes, to letting her drink him. Yes, to anything she wanted from him. Her gaze lifted away from his, wrenching a pain through his stomach, as she lifted one eyebrow at the bartender. With a curt nod, the bartender averted his eyes, picked up their beers and tossed them away. The stern expression she shot the bartender melted away as she crooked a finger and summoned the men to follow her. “Come with me.”

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Chapter Two hey’re here. She sent the silent message, knowing the others would hear her and come. Miranda swayed toward the room at the rear of the bar, but didn’t turn around and make certain the two men followed. When had any man not followed? She couldn’t remember. Perhaps centuries ago when she first became a demonio de alma—a soul demon. But all of them since had followed her willingly, eagerly. Walking down the narrow hallway she raised her hand, palm outward as she neared the unmarked door at the end. Without her touching it, the door swung inward and she stepped across the threshold into the darkness. A flick of her finger brought the tea lights on the wall to life. Although she was positive nothing had changed since last night, she noted the meager furnishings of the room, skimming her gaze over the interior in search of anything out of the ordinary. Her kind of ordinary, of course. A sex swing hung in the middle of the room while a

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Suck You Dry large bed rested against the far wall. Handcuffs hung from long chains on two poles connected to the ceiling, while whips of various materials and sizes adorned an adjacent wall. Did she want to play with them first? She pressed the tip of her finger against her mouth and pondered her decision. Perhaps a little play would be entertaining. But she was thirsty. The men—boys really—of the previous night hadn’t given her the sustenance she required. “Wow. This is some place.” The bigger man—Carl?—interested her the most. He should provide her with a lot of the fluid she craved, although she wasn’t fond of his mouth. She pivoted and faced him. She’d teach him how to use his mouth to please her. And not by talking. “It suits my purposes.” What was wrong with the other one? Robert seemed almost moronic. Was he slow-witted or simply unable to handle the mesmerizing influence she exuded? “Robert, come swing with me.” Carl started to object, but she quieted him with a wave of her hand. Taking Robert by his shirt collar, she led him to the swing and rested her bottom on the cloth cover. She wrapped her arms through the upper harness, opened her skirt and positioned her legs in the lower straps. He stood in front of her, watching as she bounced up and 11

Beverly Rae down. “I want—” The glare she gave Carl shut him up. “What you want doesn’t matter, does it?” He nodded as she motioned Robert to kneel. “You may taste me now.” Carl let out a frustrated groan as Robert hungrily attacked her pussy, bouncing along with the swing as he lapped at her juices. She giggled, pleased at the expression on Carl’s face as her firm, round breasts jostled with the up and down motion. “Spread my lips with your fingers, Robert. Show Carl what he’s missing.” Robert used his thumbs and opened her to him, then edged a bit away, giving his friend a view of her pussy. Carl whined like a puppy begging for a treat. Miranda leaned backward and spread her legs farther apart. “I could tell you have a good tongue, Robert. Those who speak little often do. Eat me. Lick my juices as Carl wishes he could.” Carl moved closer at her nod until he stood behind her. Taking hold of the swing, she stopped bouncing and fell backward. In a leaning position, she sighed as Robert grabbed her legs and pulled her to him. With a wild growl, he crushed his mouth against her wetness again. Sucking her, he moaned with pleasure as his hands fondled her ass. 12

Suck You Dry “Let me see my juices on your face.” Obeying her, he stopped licking and glanced up. A grin spread over his wet face. “Good. My cum looks good on you.” At the aching moan behind her, she arched her neck and looked at Carl. Was he so easily tamed she had to give him orders? Had he already lost his bravado? “Undress and show me your pride.” He hurried to do as ordered, tossing his clothes aside. Thankfully, for his sake, she wasn’t disappointed. Taking his thick cock in her hand, she stroked him as Robert stroked her with his tongue. “Have you forgotten how to treat a woman?” At her admonition, Carl shoved his hands under her blouse and grabbed her breasts while she brought him into her mouth. Pulling with both her hand and her mouth, she quickly brought him near a climax. He gasped as she cupped his balls, playing with the weight of them while she worked his shaft. As he closed his eyes, ready for his release, she abruptly let go. “Open your eyes!” He jerked them open and gaped. “I thought you were thirsty.” “Do not question me.” With a flick of her wrist, she slid out of the swing and left Robert grumbling at her sudden departure. “Come here, Carl.” 13

Beverly Rae He did as requested, following until she stood between the two poles. She lifted her arms and waited as Carl placed her wrists in the handcuffs until she stood, straddled between the two poles. “Take off my clothes, Robert.” Robert reached for the buttons on her blouse, but she stopped him. “No. Use your teeth. Both of you. But do not put your hands on me.” She felt the warmth of their breath as they brought their mouths to her clothes and tugged on them. Robert bit off the buttons of her blouse, as Carl snared her skirt in his teeth and tore the flimsy material. Within a few minutes, she was naked. Robert’s eyes widened as his searing gaze ran the length of her. She could almost feel the heat from Carl’s gaze on her backside. “Please me, my lovers. Suck me, rub on me, pleasure me. Take what enjoyment you can as your own, but please me first.” She laughed as Robert tore off his clothes and shoved his head between her breasts, kneading her hardened nipples with his thumbs. Carl, finding her breasts taken by his friend, fell on his knees. He skimmed his tongue over her hips and his hands followed his tongue as it found its way between her buttock cheeks. While his tongue was busy, he reached his hands around her and explored her pussy. 14

Suck You Dry “That’s it, boys. Make me come.” These two men are better than I’d expected. Perhaps this time I could keep them awhile. Yet she knew her greatest hunger, her strongest desire wouldn’t allow it. As Robert nipped at her tits, Carl rose to his knees and ate her from below. She climaxed again and again, shouting her commands to the men. “Fuck me. Both of you.” They paused for a moment as though unsure how to do as directed. Jumping up, she wrapped her legs around Robert, giving him the angle he needed. He supported her legs and drove his shaft into her. Carl bit along her neck as he spread her ass and drove into her anus. “Together. I want you to work together. Fuck me at the same time.” Her long hair fell over her shoulders and breasts as the two men watched each other. After a slight hesitation, they moved as one, slamming into her from both sides at the same time. She fought for control of the hunger climbing to a fever pitch inside her. It was too soon to take them. She wanted more time to play first. If only the boys from last night had satisfied her more. She grunted as they pumped into her, harder now, nearing their finish. As she panted along with them, she knew the night wouldn’t, couldn’t, last much longer. If only 15

Beverly Rae the men were strong like those in the early days. The endurance of the modern man wasn’t half that of the warriors of the past. “Let’s move to the bed.” Although they refused to stop, she released her hands from the cuffs with a blink of her eyes and shoved them off her. She glided toward the bed as the men hurried her along. “Slow down. You won’t want to rush this.” As they fell onto the bed—with Robert on her right and Carl on her left—she wished again for the power to give them more strength. Already their stamina was wearing out. Robert latched onto her breast like a child who hungered for his mother’s teat as Carl moved between her legs. She kicked at him, making him look up at her. “No. Not that way. Give me your rod as you ravish my cave with your tongue.” Carl frowned and confronted her. “Rod and cave? You have a freaky way of talking, you know that?” In answer, she kicked him again and he yowled in pain. “Say another word and you will watch. Only watch.” He swallowed, panic of not taking her etched into his features. But he was a smart man and remained quiet as he nodded his understanding. “Good. Now do as I say.” She lowered her gaze to Robert. “Ah, I like that, Robert. Put both my tits into your mouth and pull. Ahhhh. Yes.” 16

Suck You Dry Carl, annoyance at her attention to his friend replacing the anxiety on his face, scrambled around and placed his dick over her head. Without waiting for the command, he buried his face between her legs and spread her folds with his fingers. She inhaled sharply as he sucked, nipped and pulled at her throbbing clit. A climax tore through her and caught her by surprise. To reward him for bringing her to yet another explosion, she circled his cock with her hand and brought it to her mouth. Her gaze shifted to Robert who watched her as he fondled her breasts. Another rush of wetness left her body and she smiled at the way Carl worked to please her. As she ran her tongue over the tip of his pulsating shaft, she kept her gaze on Robert. Something else is happening here. Something Robert never told Carl. She pulled the dick away from her mouth and giggled. How silly of these men to resist temptation. Men in the ancient days were freer to express their needs. Recognizing what she saw in his eyes, she shifted her upper body out of the way and gestured to Robert. Take a lick, Robert. You know you’ve always wanted to. Now is your chance. Robert skimmed his tongue over his lips as his gaze darted from Carl’s shaft to her eyes. When she inclined her head, he pushed closer, reached 17

Beverly Rae out with his tongue and skimmed the side of Carl’s shaft. She laughed as his eyes closed in ecstasy. She was correct, of course. He’d wanted a taste for so long. Encouraged, he slid his tongue over her hand and his friend’s dick again. She heard Carl gasp as he sensed something different and turned his head to look. “Hey!” Miranda pointed one finger and silenced him. “Robert’s wanted this for a long time.” She lightly traced around the cap of his dick as she placed her hand on Robert’s shoulder and urged his return. “Let’s suck on him together.” As he moved in and ran his tongue over his friend’s cock, she took her hand off and joined her tongue with his. Carl moaned and his eyes grew wider as he watched woman and man suck and lick. Disgust transformed to lust. Together they licked his shaft. Their tongues lashed around him, then intertwined. As she played with Carl’s balls, Robert traced a path around his cock and over her fingers. Replacing their tongues with their hands, they continued to fondle Carl as she and Robert shared a kiss to combine the taste of all three of them. Carl locked his gaze on the two of them as he, watching them, soaking in their every move as they stroked and licked him to a climax. 18

Suck You Dry Just as he was about to release, she pushed Robert away and shoved Carl off her to lie beside her. Both men cried in protest and reached out for her. She laughed and heaved them away from her toward the end of the bed. “Now it’s your turn to share. Eat me. I want your mouths where they do the most good.” They eagerly did as ordered, each man lying on one side of her. Working as though they’d done this together many times, each man took one of her folds and opened her to both their mouths and tongues. She lifted up on her elbows and watched as their tongues fought over her clit. “Take turns and suck me while the other tastes my pussy.” They again followed her directions, each taking a turn at drinking her juices. Using the bed pillows to support her while she brought her nipples to her mouth, she suckled her tits as the men feasted. Screaming out in delight, she closed her eyes and released the biggest climax of all. After climaxing several times, she scooted away from them. In a whisper holding all the power of a shout, she called Robert to her. “I’m going to suck you dry.” Carl started to complain, but she placated him before he could. “Don’t worry, lover. I’m saving the best for you. Until then, keep drinking.” She smiled, knowing he would interpret the smile as something other than what she meant. 19

Beverly Rae Carl lapped up her juices while Robert scurried closer, braced his body and straddled her chest. Taking his shaft into her mouth, she moved quickly back and forth with her mouth muscles and her hands, and brought him to a fast release. Yet she knew his release was more than he expected as she continued to suck on him, pulling every drop of his cum from him. Her gaze traveled to his face as she watched his pleasure morph into pain, then fear. As she tugged on him, his manhood flowed through his shaft, out of him and into her. All too soon, his terror-filled face slackened, his eyes floated up into his head and he rolled to the side. Carl rose to strike his friend on the leg, but Robert only moaned and continued to roll until he fell off the side of the bed. Carl reached over the side of the bed to check on him. “Damn, man. What a wuz. Can’t you handle a little blow job?” “Perhaps I’m that good?” He turned to her as excitement and curiosity filled his features. “So which do you do better? A blow job or a fuck job?” She closed her eyes and mentally prepared for what was to come. When she opened her eyes, Carl had moved to straddle her. She tilted her head in question. “Say what you wish to say.” “I’m gonna fuck you whether you like it or not.” 20

Suck You Dry Ah, so the man has reemerged from the pet. “Then fuck me and I’ll see if I like it or not.” He cursed and slammed into her, violently, as though he wanted to punish her for a wrong she didn’t know she’d committed. She wrapped her legs around him, held him to her as she met each of his thrusts with an equally aggressive one of her own. Their gazes met as he pounded into her while their bodies slapped against each other and sweat dripped off his body onto hers. “Tell me you like it, bitch.” She smiled. Your true colors are showing, Carl. How predictable. Once you’re on top and inside me, you think you’re in control. How sad. “I like it.” He snarled a mean sneer. “Good. Now tell me you want me to fuck you.” “If I didn’t want you to fuck me, then you wouldn’t be fucking me.” She narrowed her eyes and prepared for the end. She tightened her abdomen, clenched her vagina muscles and tugged on his shaft. “Oooh, baby, that feels great.” He leaned down and ran his tongue over her cheek. “Keep working me, bitch. Take all of me in.” Lifting her head, she ran her tongue along his cheek in imitation of his gesture. “Don’t worry. I’m going to suck you dry.” He paused for a second and a flicker of alarm swept over his face. 21

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Chapter Three ecovered, he took her chin in his hand and

Rforced her to look at him. “Then suck me dry,

bitch. Give it to me harder than you gave Robert. I can take it.” With his bravado statement, she increased the pressure on him, her muscles alternating between clamping around his cock and releasing it. Taking him by the arms, she stared into his face and waited. At first, his features filled with delight and pleasure. As the pressure increased, alarm vanquished the expression from him and fear filled his eyes. Yet he couldn’t stop his release. Shouting in pain and rapture, his muscles tightened and stiffened as he prepared to let go. He roared as his climax rushed through him. As he slumped over her, she clutched his arms and pushed him up. “Giving up, little man?” “W-what?” His blurry eyes wouldn’t focus, but she forced him to stay in a seated position. Her 22

Suck You Dry pussy clenched tighter than before and dragged the last remaining seeds of his manhood from him. “Tell me you like it, Carl.” “I-I don’t….” At last she loosened her legs and let him fall to the side. He panted as his chest rose and fell as though he ran a marathon. His mouth worked, trying to make words out of the desert in his mouth. “What did you do to me?” She rose and gathered a see-through gown from a nearby chair. Tossing her yellow hair away from her shoulders, she sneered and no longer hid her distaste for him. “I told you, Carl. I sucked you dry.” She swayed to a nearby cabinet, pushed aside the sex toys lying there and picked up a pitcher of water. “Tell me. Was it as good for you as it was for me?” “I need a drink.” He reached out for the glass and she sauntered over and gave it to him. Swallowing all of the liquid in one gulp, he tossed the glass on top of the bed. “Better?” Not that I really care. But he needs to stay aware. I wouldn’t want him to miss what comes next. “Yeah. At least, I think so.” Carl chuckled and wiped the sweat out of his eyes. “Holy shit. I’ve never been screwed like that before. Woman, you are fucking amazing.” He lifted up and rested his head on his hand. “Hey, that’s funny. Fucking amazing. Funny, huh?” 23

Beverly Rae “Almost as funny as what you did to these women.” Miranda watched his grin fall as his gaze went past her to the three women entering the room. “You remember them, don’t you, Carl?” She saw the recognition in his eyes, yet knew the lie would come. “No. I don’t know them.” Moving to rest against the headboard, he kept up the charade. “None of them.” Miranda motioned the three women forward. They moved together—the two brunettes and the redhead—to the edge of the bed. “I can’t believe you don’t remember Susan.” She nodded at the young, red-haired girl. “After all, you and Robert had a great time holding her captive in her apartment that weekend. She thought she met a nice guy, then you treated her like shit.” She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes at him. “No? I find your lack of memory abhorrent.” Carl glanced over the side of the bed at the exhausted Robert. “Get up, man. We’re getting out of here.” Although his friend was conscious, he was too spent to move, much less help. Carl pulled the sheet over his exposed body and stared at them. His gaze darted around the room as though trying to find someone—anyone—to help him. “Perhaps you remember Linda.” She reached 24

Suck You Dry out and touched the taller brunette next to her. “You spent a night with her about a year ago and left her with a little present. You know, the kind of present that keeps on giving.” Miranda ran her hand along the lady’s arm. “You gave her a child, then wanted nothing to do with them.” Carl’s face hardened as he slithered out of bed and wrapped the sheet around his torso. He poked Robert with his foot. “Get up, man. We gotta get outta here. This broad is crazy.” But Robert could only stare at his friend. “Your friend will be fine in another few minutes. He’s simply drained, but he’ll recover his strength soon. Of course, that’s all he’ll recover.” Miranda didn’t try to stop her giggle. “But surely you remember Wanda.” She walked behind the threesome to put her hands on Wanda’s shoulders. “You used Wanda by drugging her and letting your friends do whatever they wanted to her. Thankfully, she doesn’t remember all the horrid details, but she does recall enough to keep her from sleeping at night.” The ladies hadn’t said anything yet and she knew they wouldn’t speak. Miranda stayed in charge. “So you don’t remember any of them?” Carl’s jaw worked as she watched him consider his options. “Look, if you’re out for some kind of sick revenge, then get on with it. Or better yet, maybe we can come to an arrangement. How 25

Beverly Rae much do you want?” “Revenge?” Miranda checked with the others who mutely nodded. “They don’t want revenge. In fact, they’ve forgiven you.” He studied her, obviously unsure of what to think. “They’ve forgiven me?” “Yes, Carl. Both you and Robert are forgiven.” Some of his tough-man exterior returned. “Then what the hell are they here for?” A wicked sneer spread his lips thin. “To watch? Hell, why didn’t you say so before? I’d have let them join in.” This one is worse than most. But no longer. Not now that I’ve fixed him. “No. They don’t want to ever touch you again.” His snarl died. “Which is why they asked me to take care of you.” “Take care of me?” He was evil, but he wasn’t stupid. “I took care of both of you.” Her beautiful facade faded while her real image grew clearer. Carl’s mouth opened in silent horror as he stumbled over Robert in his haste to put distance between them. Miranda glanced in the mirror as tentacles covered her head and replaced her glorious golden mane. Piercing red eyes glared at him as she ran a hand over her leathery skin. “What’s the matter, Carl? You don’t like my new look? Actually, it’s my old look. My very, very old 26

Suck You Dry look.” She cackled as she opened her mouth wider and exposed viciously sharp teeth. Grinning an evil grin, she took a step around the women and advanced toward him. “Stay away from me!” He fell backward as he tripped on the sheet and landed on his ass. “Don’t worry. I’ve already taken care of you. You and Robert.” She squatted next to him, enjoying the way he covered his face in fear. “You see, lover, I’ve taken every drop of semen you have inside you. Within a few days your member will shrivel and become useless for sex.” He peeked between his fingers as his need to understand overcame his terror. “What? I don’t understand?” She reached out a wrinkled arm and tittered as he cringed. “I told you, you stupid man. I took your seed from you. No longer will you be able to have sex with man or woman.” Giving him a pat, she rose and walked over to the three women. Pivoting on her heel, she faced him one last time. “I told you. I sucked you dry.” Linking arms with two of the women, her attractive image of the beautiful blonde reappeared and she led them out of the room.

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About the Author Beverly tried her hand at many careers until she found the perfect career. She was a professional singer, a secretary, a programmer’s assistant, a retail computer salesperson, a teacher, and a party consultant. She even owned her own singles newsletter. Yet all these jobs didn’t excite her. Then she found love. Talk about exciting! Little did she know how much her husband, the man of her dreams and her best friend, would change her life. Through his support, she’s doing the jobs she was born to do. First and foremost, she’s “Mom” to a gentle, talented and beautiful child. Next, she’s partner and best friend to a romantic and loving man she calls her “hero.” But her family knew she needed more in her life and kept supporting her through a series of misadventures and mishaps they laughingly call her “career search.” Then one day, her husband said, “I think you’d be a great writer. You’re always writing things. So why not write that book you’ve always talked about?” And you know what? She did and hasn’t stopped. Her passion has now become her obsession. Readers can find her witty, sexy, romantic action-packed stories on her website at www.beverlyrae.com. Beverly is always working on her next book, taking the “usual” and twisting it into the “unusual.” Beverly loves receiving emails, especially from readers, who write to her at [email protected].