Viva Los Regalos] Ropacabana

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Viva Los Regalos: Ropacabana Isabella Jordan Welcome to the Ropacabana, the hottest club in Los Regalos! Here you’ll find the best BDSM floor show with the most exotically beautiful dancers. For the right price you can have anything in the Ropacabana -- including star of the show, Salome. One client wants just that but he only likes to watch. He wants Salome to put on a private show for him and he’s picked out just the right stud, er, guy for her to play with. Ropacabana bouncer, Tony Fontaine. Tony doesn’t like the idea of having to put on a sex show as part of his job, but he loves the idea of learning all of Salome’s intimate secrets. Salome is more than pleased with Tony as her latest assignment, except for his habit of trying to look beyond her exotic dancer persona. Can Salome keep it all professional? Or will she make the biggest mistake someone in her position can make and fall in love with him?

Chapter 1 Salma Fuentes, known in Los Regalos as Salome, made her way offstage, tossing her crop onto one of the props tables as she went. Jerry, the stagehand, passed her a bottle of water. Ashley waited to help her into her short robe of crimson silk since all she was wearing at the moment were her nipple clips, four-inch stilettos, and diamond studded G-string. The backup dancers trotted along behind her, the applause beyond the curtains ringing out. So went another night at the Ropacabana. “Awesome show, Salome.” Ashley smiled at her. “You looked so beautiful up there.” “Thanks.” Salome nodded to the younger woman, hoping she could make it to the dressing room without being followed. “Salome?” Salome didn’t stop, knowing Ashley wasn’t likely to give up until she pled her case. “Yes?” Might as well get this over with. “I was hoping to… um… talk to you if I could.” The girl’s tone revealed her anxiety. “If you have a moment, that is.” No matter how much ambition she could smell on Ashley, she just couldn’t bring herself to be rude. She probably should have. Sure, her years in Los Regalos had made her cynical and jaded. Yet Salome wasn’t so arrogant that she couldn’t sympathize with the amount of courage it took for Ashley to approach her. She was pretty sure she knew what the other woman wanted. It was always the same thing. Every year it seemed there was a new bright-eyed girl working backstage at the hottest club in Los Regalos wanting to be the new star. She herself had once been one of those bright-eyed girls.

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“I’ve just got a moment,” Salome told her. “I have a meeting with Hamilton upstairs in ten minutes.” Ashley nodded, swallowing visibly in her nervousness. “Well, I was hoping you could give me some advice. I’ve been working backstage for the last year on all the shows I could get on with as an assistant. I guess I’m interested in doing more now. I’m hoping to become a dancer. You know, like you.” Salome smiled patiently at her, looking her up and down. As far as wereleopards went, Ashley was a fine specimen. A lovely girl with cocoa colored skin, gorgeous dark hair, and a thirty-nine inch inseam unless she missed her guess. Nice slender build but not too skinny. She had large breasts but not too large. They didn’t look like they’d pull the rest of her willowy frame over with their weight. Ashley’s best features were big, dark eyes that were very trusting and open. Maybe a little too open. Ashley had always been a friendly girl, like a puppy. If Ashley had been a real bitch, Salome wouldn’t worry so much. She shook her head. Had the girl already been there for a year? In two more years Los Regalos would tear Ashley apart no matter what path her future took. That or it would make Ashley a cynical asshole like she was. “Why?” she had to ask the younger woman. “Why would you want to do what I do, Ashley? You’re smart, right? You’re educated.” Ashley nodded again, wringing her hands in front of her. “Well, I do have a degree from the real world but… there’s not a lot I can do with that here.” “Sure there is.” Salome sat on the edge of her dressing table for a moment, opening the bottle of water to take a long drink. “You could get an office job and work for one of the admins. You can make as much money there as you could doing this. Someone has to keep the books in this place. And trust me, you’d be a lot happier.” “Happier? Being a paper pusher? Sure, the money might be good but I’d die if I had to do that every day. Locked in an office, away from the shows? I could have done that in the real world. No, I came here to do more.”

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“You could still see the shows,” Salome pointed out. “You could afford to come and see all the shows you wanted.” Turning to the mirror, Salome hurried to put herself together to meet with her supervisor. She didn’t have time to change clothes or shower. There was really little point. He probably had a client he wanted her to fuck waiting up there right now. If she looked sweaty and disheveled, it was all for the better. “You don’t think I’d m-make a good dancer?” Salome took a deep breath. Somehow she knew the girl wouldn’t give up that easily. Turning back, she took in the girl’s unease as she stood there, her little hands still busy knotting and unknotting. “Ashley, I don’t know if you can dance or not. I do see a woman who could do anything she wanted. I’m just trying to tell you to consider carefully what you choose.” The girl’s eyes widened a little at that. “How old are you?” Salome asked. “Eighteen.” It figured. “I was your age when I started dancing up here.” “You’re still so young and you’re the star here.” Salome didn’t miss the enthusiasm in the girl’s voice. Enthusiasm was a great thing but there was something Ashley didn’t quite grasp. “I’m twenty-five. I’ve been here for eight years and yes, I worked hard to get where I am. But where I am isn’t exactly what you might think.” “What’s to think about? Everyone knows who Salome is. Everyone comes here to see you dance. You look so gorgeous up there, so sexy. That’s what I want. I don’t mind dancing nude or suggestively. It’s an art, a celebration --” “There’s a price,” Salome warned.

“What?”

“It’s not all sexy costumes and dancing for the masses each night. I love that part

even though I know I’ll pay for dancing in these heels one of these days. I’ll be lucky if I’m still able to walk twenty years from now.”

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Ashley smiled at that. She could smile. Her Achilles tendons probably weren’t in any danger of snapping like rubber bands. “The money is good but I have to do more than dance for it. Other things are required of me, Ashley.” An inkling of understanding crept into the girl’s doe eyes. “Other things…” Salome nodded. Time for the scared straight speech. “We’re here to make the tourists’ dreams come true. To bring their fantasies to life. You’ve watched me dance. What fantasies do you think I invoke? What fantasies do you think I am expected to fulfill?” Now worry darkened that pretty face. Good. “I get told who, when, where, and how to fuck whenever Hamilton says, Ashley. Do you want that? Do you think that’s glamorous?” The girl swallowed hard. She should. “But the contract says we have a say in something like that, right? They can’t make you sleep with tourists, can they?” “Did you actually read through the contract you signed, Ashley?” Salome knew the girl had to find out at some point about the little clause where you waived your right to refuse prostitution or activities that constituted it. “Find your copy if you have one and read the fine print.” “They can’t do that!” Ashley really looked worried now. “Don’t say that too loudly,” Salome advised her. “They most definitely can do whatever they want. I’ve known some folks who’ve had a problem with it. I can’t say I know them anymore.” Naiveté was the worst thing you could possess in Los Regalos. It was so easy to get lost in all the bright colorful lights and smiling painted faces. So easy to get sucked in by all the glamour and attention. It didn’t take long for one to want a slice of all that glitz and perceived fame for themselves. The next thing you know you’ve agreed, willing or not, to be a dancing whore for twenty years.

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“Think about it.” Salome was done talking. “You’ve signed the contract so there’s no getting out of it now. You can spend it behind a desk or you can spend it dancing and getting fucked by whoever pays them enough money. The choice is yours.” She didn’t even turn around to see the girl’s reaction. What was the point? Ashley would do what she wanted anyway, regardless of anything she told her, and have to live with the consequences. Salome had to live with hers. One very big consequence was waiting upstairs in his office for her right now. And Hamilton didn’t like to be kept waiting. Just as she suspected, she found him waiting with a tourist in his office. One she would no doubt be expected to entertain. Hamilton’s gaze met hers and the tourist, seated in the chair on the other side of his desk, turned to grin up at her. As far as humans went, he was nice looking and young. That was something because the young ones rarely had the money to afford her and her particular services. The man had deep, dark eyes, neat black hair, and a generous mouth. Nice features really. Appearances meant little in her line of work, however. At least when you got to this level. She’d watched the most benevolent grandfather appearing types turn into anal sex fiends and the bland, awkward businessmen become freaks interested in the kind of depraved kink that most hadn’t even heard of before. She had no way of knowing what a client was like until she was at their mercy. And some of them had no mercy. The richer they were, the more they could demand and negotiate for. This one obviously had money. She could tell by the fresh drink in his hand and the lines of cocaine on the fancy mirror before him on the desk. Oh yeah, Hamilton was grooming him for a big cash deal. Hamilton rose to make his usual big show of her arrival and she sauntered around to stand alluringly before the client, well within arm’s reach. They had a well established routine. “Mr. Starr, here she is. The lovely, the talented, the very, very sexy, Salome!”

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Mr. Starr was one of the arrogant ones. He didn’t rise or make any attempt at playing the gentleman. No, he stayed right where he was, eyeing her like she was the biggest tart on the dessert cart. This was the part where they customarily made a grab for her or tried to touch her in some way. Nonchalantly, he turned back to the desk to do a line of cocaine, obviously a frequent user. She didn’t know whether to be relieved or insulted. “I like the way you dance,” the man said in a very crisp British accent, looking up at her again. “I can’t wait to see how you do other things.” “What other things would you like me to do to you?” Salome put on her best siren smile, sliding her hand over the man’s finely suited shoulder. Mr. Starr shrugged off her touch. “I like to watch mostly,” the man explained. “I think it will be great fun to watch you.” That lifted her spirits. When they just wanted to watch, she usually got to pick out her own whipping boy or girl for the show. That wasn’t so bad because she had a certain measure of control when it wasn’t the client she had to fuck. “When will the other one be here?” the client asked Hamilton. The other one? Shit. What was going down here? “He’ll be here any moment now. Once you approve him, we can set up a schedule for the week.” Him. Okay, so it was straight sex, not lesbian stuff. Often when they wanted to watch, they wanted two or more women. Still, any other time when they had a voyeur she usually got to select her partner or partners. It was in her contract. Hamilton had to be cutting quite a deal with this guy to be skirting around that little issue and if so, she wanted her own cut. She knew better than to say or ask anything now though. Her job was to stand there and be enticing while the client kept snorting cocaine. Still, it was pretty damned hard to focus with this little monkey wrench thrown into her plans. She didn’t like deviations.

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When the door opened again, Salome stared at it hard. She stared even harder at the man who walked through. Tony Fontaine. Oh, wasn’t this situation getting better all the time? He was fine. Very fine. Tony was a new bouncer in the Ropacabana, but not new to Los Regalos. No, she’d seen him before in the club. She remembered him sitting in the back, watching her dance with those brooding eyes. He was pretty hard to miss. He had sandy hair, pale blue eyes, and the huge, athletic build that women literally drooled over. He was way over six feet tall and his heavily muscled arms looked as big around as her waist. The lines of his face were hard but not too harsh. His jaw locked when he spotted her, his gaze raking over her in a way she wasn’t certain was appreciative. “You asked for me, Mr. Hamilton?” It was the first time she’d heard him speak. The rich timbre of his voice was nice. Very nice indeed. “Mr. Starr, this is Tony. Is this the man you wanted with Salome?” Salome watched Tony look over everyone in the room, her smirking boss, the coke-snorting client, her again. She had to fight back her laughter at the indignant look on his face. He was a quick study. It hadn’t taken him long at all to get a clue as to why he was summoned. Swiping at his nose with his fingers, Mr. Starr nodded. “Yes, that’s the one. He looks like a fine stud.” “We have a deal then?” Hamilton pressed. “We do. I’m looking forward to watching these two have a go.” Hamilton was so busy digging out his customary forms and contracts that he missed the color seeping up from the collar of Tony’s tight black shirt. She knew immediately that she needed to get him out of the room before he blew the deal. “Mr. Starr,” she reverted back to her siren persona, “will you require anything else of me or Tony at the moment?” She had to wait for him to finish off the last line of coke on the mirror. The man had to be wired by now though outwardly he looked perfectly calm. He smiled at

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Salome as if she were merely a waitress or something. “Not at the moment. Thank you very much. I’ll look forward to seeing you both very soon.” “Very good.” Flashing him her best smile, she sauntered to the door, motioning Tony to follow her as she did. Hamilton had left her with a lot of explaining to do.

Chapter 2 Tony followed her out to the hall and she grabbed the door and closed it behind them before he could. He looked ready to put his fist through it. His jaw looked hard as granite and the color of his anxiety had spread up into his face now. The muscles of his powerful body were obviously tensed and for a moment she thought about finding a quiet place where they could sit and talk. She could massage his shoulders and calm him down. Hell, she wanted an excuse to touch him. She didn’t see men who looked like him every day even in her line of work. Having to fuck him for whatever length of time Mr. Starr wanted would be far from a hardship. Now she got the pleasure of telling Tony that they would be fuck buddies for the next week or so while Mr. Starr aka Coke Boy watched. Well, this should go over like a lead balloon. “What the hell was that all about?” he demanded before she could say a word. There was a staff break room down the hall. Salome slowly began walking in its direction, using her most seductive sway as she did. It might provide them with a good place to talk. He caught up to her easily, walking next to her and staring at her hard. “Well?” “That client has selected you and me for his viewing pleasure.” Simple explanations were best. “Excuse me?” “That client, Mr. Starr, is at this moment paying my supervisor for the pleasure of watching us fuck.” Tony stopped on that note. He put his hands on his hips, glaring hard at the floor before turning that intense gaze on her.

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Her first instinct was to flinch under his penetrating, angry stare. And that was a rare feeling for her. She put on her best nonchalant face because she’d be damned if she’d let him see that he could elicit any emotion from her in his anger. She stopped in the hallway with him, crossing her arms across her chest. “I’m a bouncer.” He said each word slowly, distinctly. “I’m not paid to fuck.” “I’m a dancer,” she pointed out. “And I once made a statement very much like that but I was referred to the contract I signed when I came here. You do know there’s a special clause in our contracts here.” “Yes, I know about that. I can see that clause being useful in your contract. I just never expected that it would ever come into play in my case.” Salome thought she was long over insinuations that she was a whore. Still, his words stung a little. She’d be damned if she let him know that. She could understand his upset over this situation. It had taken her a long time when she first came to this little area of Los Regalos to accept the fact that she wouldn’t just get to dance, that she was expected to fuck whoever paid the right dollar amount for her. They were clever in having employees sign the contract when they first arrived, knowing it wouldn’t be read at all after the great promises they made. For her part, she’d signed the contract right there on the spot, not realizing that she was signing away her rights to say who, when, where, and how she fucked. This situation, however, wasn’t her fault. She didn’t put this deal together. So much for trying to make nice. “Whatever you say,” she told him, starting to walk again. It was pointless to argue. What was done was done. If he didn’t do as he was told, he’d be having a little talk with the higher ups and she knew firsthand how ugly that could be. “See you soon.” “Hold up there.” Salome slowed down but she didn’t stop. He was forgetting who he was talking to. She might have been at the mercy of the powers that be in Los Regalos but she didn’t take orders from him. “Yes?”

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“You’re going where?” Now she really wasn’t liking his tone. She glared at him over her shoulder but still didn’t stop. “Wherever I want to, baby. I’m off duty as of right now.” “And that’s it?” “What more do you need to know, Tony?” Salome felt him approaching but wasn’t about to stop. His grip on her upper arm stopped her, however, his touch surprisingly gentle. The pads of his fingers were rough against her skin and she was taken off guard by the jolt of sensation racing up her arm at his touch. He had a wonderful scent though, the scent of werewolf. So he was her kind. Good. Not that it made much of a difference which brand of paranormal he was but she was pleased nonetheless. “How do you know my name? Did they tell you or did you volunteer me for the job?” Oh, was that a sneer on his face now? Arrogant bastard. Salome looked him up and down and did her best to look bored when honestly he made her feel anything but disinterest. “Don’t flatter yourself, hombre. If they’d asked for my opinion, I’d have made a different choice.” That wasn’t exactly true but she refused to feed his ego. A muscle in that rock hard jaw twitched. “Since you’d have preferred someone else, perhaps you can get me out of this.” This should be good. She decided to play along. “Yeah? And how would I do that?” “You can refuse to have anything to do with me.” “Right.” Salome laughed but there was no humor in it. “How long have you been in Los Regalos, Tony? Have you been here long enough to see what happens to people when they don’t follow the rules?”

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He didn’t have a quick answer for that. If he’d been here any length of time, he knew that a paranormal mafia ran this place and there was only one way out of the contract they all signed when they got here. They liked to call it “accidental death.” “I thought so,” she told him. “Unless you thought you could leave me to face the music.” “I know what they’d do. And no, I didn’t think to leave you with the consequences. I only thought perhaps you could do something about this because of who you are.” “Because I’m Salome?” Okay, she hadn’t seen that coming. It had her backing off a little. “I’m no one to them. The fact that I’m such a name here only means they get more money to pimp me out.” His expression softened a little. “I would have thought they made enough money off your shows without expecting you to do other things.” “Me too. But what do you do? Once you’re here and you’ve signed your name on their crooked dotted line, they’ve got you.” Tony nodded. Sympathy gave way when his expression hardened again. “So I’ve got no way out of this thing?” “Not in one piece.” “Shit.” He raked a large hand through his incredible blond hair. “So what’s going to happen?” Now he was asking the right question. “Basically we put on a show for that man Hamilton had in his office. He’s paying to watch us through a two-way glass. Considering my act, he’s probably going to want a BDSM show.” “Meaning?” She rolled her eyes at him. “You’ve seen my show. You know what goes on.” “Assuming everyone’s been to see Salome?” His tone was sarcastic. “What if I haven’t seen it?” “You have. I remember you.”

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His deep sigh echoed through the hallway. “So who is master and who is slave?” Salome shrugged. “Depends on what the client wants.” “What does the client usually want?” She had to grin at him on that one. “Me as dominatrix.” Tony immediately shook his head. “No. Uh-uh. I don’t take orders in bed.” She would have made some smart-assed remark about that if not for the gut punch of arousal that surged through her lower body at his words. She just bet he didn’t take orders. How long had it been since she had a man like that for herself? Someone gorgeous and confident to enjoy on her terms? Okay, so she’d never had anyone like him. Well, she’d have him only it wouldn’t be on her terms or his. “Hamilton will let us know what the guy wants.” “When will all of this happen?” “The client’s already here so it will be by tomorrow at the very latest I would think.” “A one-time deal?” Salome shook her head. The ones who had the money for that kind of kink usually wanted more than one peep show. If they just wanted that, they could visit one of the dark little booths downstairs for a lot less money. “Christ. Why me?” “The client saw you at some point I guess.” Another deep sigh. Tony was looking more resigned to the situation by the second. She knew that sick little feeling well. “I’m sorry,” she told him. “If it makes you feel any better, my health is checked out every week. I’m clean. It should only be a week or so and hopefully you’re off the hook after that. You can go back to doing what you normally do.” His blue eyes met hers and there was a measure of kindness in them. “My objection to all of this has nothing to do with you. Just so you know.”

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There it was again. That longing feeling brought on by what was a surprisingly kind statement. She wasn’t used to people remembering that she had emotions. While she knew where he was coming from all too well, it was still nice to know that his upset wasn’t because he had any objections to her. “Thank you,” was all she knew to say. “I’ll be talking to you soon.” Salome waved, watching him walk to the elevator at the end of the hall. Not surprisingly, he had a great ass, shown off to perfection in skintight jeans. They would be doing a lot more than talking. Hell, she was actually starting to look forward to this and maybe for more than just sex. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt that way about anything at all.

Chapter 3 The next evening Salome nearly ran through the door of the dressing room they’d been assigned. Tony waited on one of the padded benches and he didn’t look happy. “Sorry,” she told him as she dropped her heavy bag onto the bench next to him. “My meeting with the boss ran over.” “I saw your boss ten minutes ago,” he pointed out. “Not Hamilton.” Plopping down on the bench next to her bag, she hurriedly pulled off the old-fashioned heels she wore. Speaking of Hamilton he was probably chewing the walls right now because she was late. But she’d been with the boss of Los Regalos. What did he expect her to do? Cut him off for a client? She didn’t see that going over very well. “You meet with him? The Boss.” Tony really was a sharp one. “Well, if you count dancing for him and serving him peanut butter and banana sandwiches while dressed like Ann-Margret, then yes, I do meet with him.” If he was surprised when she shrugged out of her peacoat and pulled the filmy pink peignoir over her head, he didn’t show it. When she yanked down her cute little pink thong and stepped out of it, she did notice his gaze darting after her movements. “Is that all you do for him?” Since she’d gone into detail about the meeting, it was a fair question on his part. “Yes, he’s got a personal harem for other things he needs. To him, I’m just a teaser really.” “How often do you do that?” “Every Monday. It’s the one day I don’t have a show.”

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She was digging through her bag now, completely nude, looking for her leather gear. Anyone who’d seen her show, including him, had seen everything she had. Yet she felt his eyes on her, moving over her body. And she suddenly realized as she pulled out her costume pieces and her stilettos that she felt naked. It wasn’t often that she was aware of that fact or even cared. “I kind of thought we’d at least get a day off here and there.” His tone was joking. “No shit.” She couldn’t argue with that. “I haven’t even had a vacation since I’ve been here.” She pulled on the leather thong, wrapped the black leather bustier around her ribs. Tony looked content to sit and watch her. “Are you ready?” she had to ask. He didn’t look ready. He was wearing the same type of tight black shirt he’d worn the other day. He was wearing black leather pants. “I don’t like this costume deal,” he said flatly. “If we’re supposed to fuck, why do we have to wear anything? Why can’t we just go in there and do the deed?” “Do the deed? You’re not an entertainer, are you?” Salome teased. “It’s all about the show. Most of the kink is in the setup, not the sex. It’s the anticipation. The mental factor.” Tony slowly rose and pulled off his shirt as he did. Salome’s mouth went dry at the display of hard, rippling muscle his movements revealed. “I don’t see how the hell anyone could get turned on wearing this shit.” Tony produced a long black coat with no sleeves that he was no doubt supposed to wear. “I’m just glad I don’t have to wear one of those.” He nodded to the collar that she fastened around her neck. She grinned. “I thought you’d be happy. That means you’re playing master to my submissive.” He had nothing to say to that as he pulled on the coat. “What’s the collar supposed to mean anyway?” he asked as she pulled her hair back into a high ponytail at the back of her head.

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“It’s a symbol of the wearer’s love and devotion to their master.” Tony stopped, meeting her gaze squarely. “You really feel that way?” “Of course not. I’m in a show not a relationship. But I respect it. I have several friends who live that way and I wouldn’t dare belittle their customs or beliefs.” “Do you enjoy playing at it?” His eyes had darkened to a stormy shade of blue. Damn, he had nice eyes. She tried to shrug off the question. “What difference does it make what I like? It’s my job. I’m Salome. I do kink shows where I dance, pretend to get tied up and gang banged, and dance more afterwards. Or sometimes I get to be the dominatrix and beat other girls’ asses to make the men in the audience want to beat their meat. Am I into it? No. It’s not even accurately portraying the real lifestyle if you want to get technical.” “You’re not into any of it?” His expression was one of skepticism. “I like the dancing,” she admitted. “That’s all I ever wanted to do. I like the applause even if I know it’s not exactly for my dancing. Know what I mean?” “You couldn’t do that back in the world?” “I tried. But I have a family of lobos to feed back home. I needed the money and Los Regalos agreed to pay me that. No questions. Vegas wants pretty, tall white girls with boob jobs and collagen lips. I wanted to be able to dance and not enhance my natural beauty if you know what I mean.” His gaze dropped to her breasts which were peeking over the top of the bustier she wore and he nodded. “You don’t need enhancement.” “And then there’s my furry alter ego.” Being a werewolf might also have created a little bit of a problem for Vegas. “Los Regalos welcomes paranormal dancers.” Tony chuckled at that. “Werewolf. I understand that.” Done with her hair, Salome sat back down on the bench to put on her stilettos. She looked up to see that he did look very good in his master garb. The truth was, he’d look good in most anything. The idea of being dominated by him was actually exciting to her. Juices were already gathering between her thighs as she considered what they were about to do.

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“So tell me about your family back home. You have children?”

Salome grinned. Wasn’t he full of questions? “No children, just a lot of younger

siblings with only our mother and me to support them.” “Where’s home?” “Mexico.” He held out a hand to her once she’d finished strapping on her heels. She took it, loving the roughness of his skin as he helped her to stand. “That’s good of you to help out your family.” Salome looked up into his face. “I’m not a good person.” “Why not?” He cocked his head to the side in question. “Does your mother know?” Know what she was doing? Dancing in BDSM shows and fucking people for money? Aye Dios Mios, no! The color that lit up her face just might have answered his question. He nodded knowingly. “How do we do this?” he asked and she was grateful that he was changing the subject. Since she was playing the submissive to his master, he couldn’t exactly follow her lead. Or could he? She reached for her bag and fished out the note she’d made while on the phone with Hamilton. “Okay, first let’s cover the dos and don’ts. No bodily fluids whatsoever. That’s good.” “At the risk of sounding stupid,” he broke in, “what does that mean?”

“No pissing, no shitting, and you can’t come outside my body.”

She had to laugh at the look on his face at her explanation.

“Do you normally have to do any of that?”

Salome chuckled. “The first two I’ve never done and will never do. I did manage

to get that put in my contract. I just thought I should mention it. The last one, well, yeah. Men pulling out and coming all over me? It’s pretty popular.” “But I’m not supposed to do that, right?” Salome nodded.

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“He likes restraints,” she continued to read. “There’s going to be a rack in the room and he wants us to make use of it at some point. There’s a special gag you’re going to use on me once I’m restrained. Last but not least, he likes spanking and flogging.” Was he actually blushing? She started to explain about the penis gag but he held up a hand. “I don’t need to know now.” He blew out an exhale that made her wonder if he was okay with all this. “How do we start?” She had to remember he wasn’t one of her dancers who knew at least a little about putting on a BDSM show. He was a bouncer who’d seen the show several times and he’d made it perfectly clear he didn’t get the lifestyle or feel turned on by it. Damn, what if he couldn’t get into it? She had to find a way to make this enticing for him in order to pull this off. Forget the show idea. Make him believe it. “Well, Master, first you’d make it clear what you expected of me. You’d tell me how I can please you.” Salome moved closer to him, pressing her breast against the steely hardness of his arm. “You’d also tell me what displeases you and what the punishment for displeasing you would be.” He was watching her out of the corner of his eye but his body seemed normal, relaxed. “If I were a master, what would typically displease me?” “What always displeases you most, Master? When I come before you want me to. When I cry out in pleasure when you want me to be perfectly silent.” Had his breath just hitched at that? The muscles in his arm tightened ever so slightly. Maybe he was buying into it. “Usually I don’t mind to hear a woman yell.” Ever so slightly she slid her hand over to his crotch, finding the leather strained and very hot from the bulge beneath it. “Of course, Master, if you want me to yell, I will.” “No.” His breath was coming faster. “I like your idea better. You’ll be silent.”

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“You usually like for me to suck your cock before you tie me up, Master. Perhaps you’ll even spank me while I do it, for your pleasure.” He was jerking beneath the leather now and she smiled. Yeah, he was buying it. “With my hand?” “The flogger would make it so much easier, Master.” “Perhaps it would.” The light over the door to the presentation room switched from red to green. Tony looked at her, raising an eyebrow in question. “This is the dressing room, Master, and that’s the room where I will pleasure you. They are ready for us now.” “How long will this take?” “When the light in the presentation room changes from green to red, Master.” She couldn’t resist adding, “If I make it that long.” She liked the small, seductive smile that formed on his face at that. “Let’s go, slave.” Salome smiled and meekly followed him as he walked through the door to the presentation room.

Chapter 4 Tony was a man used to dwelling in the shadows. Like he explained to Salome, he was a bouncer and his job was to be out of the way and unseen until someone got out of line. Only then could he step from the shadows and put things to rights. And for most people, or other paranormals for that matter, it only took one look at him and they understood what was going to happen. Either they needed to leave the establishment or he’d escort them out. And he was extremely good at escorting troublemakers out. Now, he’d been pulled out of the background and into a situation where he was a fish out of water. He was center stage and that was completely unfamiliar territory for him. He wasn’t the star of the show by any means but he was still expected to become a fucking porn star for someone else’s entertainment. And if that weren’t enough pressure for him, he was supposed to fuck the showgirl of Los Regalos. Fucking Salome, the Salome, didn’t pose a problem. Any man who’d ever seen her dance fell under her spell. Including him. He always found an excuse to sneak into the showroom when she performed; he just couldn’t seem to help it. And it wasn’t like there were ever any problems during her shows. The world inside the Ropacabana seemed to stop when she was on that stage, mesmerizing the crowd with her dance and beauty. If someone had told him she would be his one day, he’d have told them to bring it on. Bring her on and he’d bring her off any way she liked. There was just something about this particular situation that made everything in him clench. It bothered him that he was being told to fuck the beauty following him into the little pseudo-dungeon where he found himself now. Salome, to him, was someone to

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woo, someone to get to know a little before jumping between the sheets. Yeah, he had old fashioned ideas about relationships but that’s how he liked things. Did he want Salome? Hell, yes. But it wasn’t a possibility he’d ever considered before. He wasn’t in her league. She was the star of Los Regalos. His job was to keep the slugs out. He glanced over his shoulder at her and the situation became more surreal by the second to him. She was the most tempting thing he’d seen in his entire life. He’d always thought Hispanic women were beautiful but there was only one word for Salome with her chocolate brown eyes and full, swollen lips -- exquisite. The dark silk of her long hair was tied back to reveal everything about her. She had the face of a Spanish angel and a body that would bring any man to his knees. That body, in the highly erotic leather costume she wore, was a devastating sight indeed. The tops of her full breasts spilled over the black leather bustier, deliberately so, and her nipples were tiny, dusky jewels peeking at him. Her waist was so narrow he could probably wrap his fingers around it with little effort. Her legs were long and all beautiful, sculpted muscle. Tony could only imagine the things she could do with those legs as athletic as she was. Pressing her ankles to her ears as he plowed into her with his cock was probably no big deal to her. And damn didn’t that mental image make his cock throb more? It was already hot and aching from her little tease in the other room. He knew what she was trying to do. She was trying to pull him into the little game he knew she played to make things easier for herself. But Tony didn’t play. Ever. It bothered him that she had to play that game because of her circumstances. It bothered him to know that the powers that be in this damned place handed her off to whoever would pay enough money for her. If she wanted to be a whore, fine. It was pretty clear she didn’t.

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He didn’t want to be her next assignment, just another man in a long line she was told to fuck. Hell, he wasn’t even good enough to be her assignment. He was the one supposed to screw her and show her off for the man who was her next assignment. A perverted, coke-snorting weasel who was sitting on the other side of a twoway glass at the front of the room. “Master?” Her voice was soft, drawing him out of his thoughts. Reminding him that he really had to do this. When he didn’t say anything, she began to kneel before him. He hooked a finger in the big metal loop of her collar and pulled her back up. He’d do this, damn it. Only to save their necks. Only because he could read the concern in her deep brown eyes. “Did I give you instruction yet?” he demanded, speaking loudly because he didn’t know how well the guy on the other side could hear. “No, Master.” She spoke not quite as loudly as he did. “What would you like for me to do?” He knew what he wanted to do and on impulse, he did it. Gently he lowered his mouth to hers and claimed her with a kiss. She tasted so damned sweet. The feel of her mouth crushed against his had his body going up in flames of lust. She opened to him, that kiss letting him know she would allow anything he wanted. In that moment, he felt powerful. So many things he’d like to do to and with her came to mind with alarming speed. Yet the client they’d been hired to put on this peep show for, the bastard sitting on the other side of the glass, wasn’t going anywhere and had his own list of demands they had to meet. Fuck it all! Tony broke off the kiss, whispering something he had to tell her in a voice only loud enough for her to hear. “You’re beautiful. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Her sharp little intake of breath sure didn’t seem like an act and it had his libido growing real fangs now.

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“You, my little slave,” he announced, hoping he didn’t sound like the villain in an old horror movie, “will do everything I say immediately and well. If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you come.” “Yes, Master,” she told him. He took the glint in her eyes to mean that she approved. That or she thinks you’re an ignorant jackass. “Bring me that flogger.” He nodded to the table next to the mirror that he suspected was the two-way glass. She could have turned enough to reach for it. Instead she made a great show of turning and stepping to the table. She gave him a none-too-subtle view of her perfect ass and his cock turned hard as stone at the sight. Okay, focus. They were supposed to do this until the light changed, when the guy watching apparently got his jollies. Tony had to last until then. Damn. Salome held the flogger out to him, stopping only inches away. He could feel the heat of her body from where she stood. Her nipples were tight little points tempting him from the top of her costume. Now what the hell did he do? He had to make it until the man behind the mirror decided he’d had enough. That could be twenty minutes or two hours. He’d initially thought being able to get an erection under the circumstances would be a challenge. Just looking at Salome, he realized the opposite was true. He was extremely excited. He’d have to really fight to make it. “Master?” “Don’t speak until spoken to,” he commanded sharply. It was time to get this over with. The faster he got the show on the road, the sooner it would be over. And how bad was it that he’d want to get anything over with Salome fast? It’s a fucked up situation. “Now kneel, slave. Suck my cock.” A corner of her mouth tipped up and he decided to take that to mean that he was on the right track. She sank onto her heels before him and her lovely hands began to

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work at the fastenings of his black leather pants. He hadn’t noticed the peel away flap at the front that easily released his straining cock when he’d pulled them on. Just like that he was in her hands, her slender fingers stroking along the shaft. In zero to sixty, he went from really turned on to holy shit. Especially when she brought the head of his cock to her lips and brushed it with the merest whisper of a kiss. Then she stopped and it took a moment for him to realize that she was wagging her ass at him. If she wanted him to notice it, oh, he did. It was magnificent. The man paying for them to do this had to think so too since it was pointing in his direction, a delicious reflection of it in the two-way mirror drawing his attention. His fingers tightened around the handle of the flogger as her fingers wrapped around his cock and lightly squeezed. She wagged her ass more. Why was she doing that? Then he realized what he was supposed to do and he cursed himself. Dumbass. He was supposed to use the flogger on her ass because the client liked that. It appeared to be mostly soft, velvety leather and that was good because he didn’t want it to hurt. Shit, he’d never used one of these things and now was one hell of a time to start. Tony thought he should say something before he just started whacking away, however. “I’m going to flog you while you pleasure me.” “Oh yes, Master.” Before he could drop the first stroke, she opened her lips and sucked him into the heated cavern of her mouth. Tony’s eyes nearly crossed as her mouth closed around him. Shit, how am I going to make it through this? Easily she established a slow steady rhythm, sliding him in and out of her mouth while her fingers maintained an incredible ring of pleasure around the base of his cock, applying just the right amount of pressure. Salome wagged her ass at him and he brought the flogger down on her ass hard. The motion of her mouth stopped for just a second and she grunted. Damn. He didn’t want to hurt her. “Silence,” he commanded as he brought it down again with less force.

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She responded by taking him deeper into her mouth until the head hit the back of her throat. Her tongue slid all around him like a wicked flame as he brought the flogger down over and over, establishing a rhythm in time with the strokes of her mouth and hands. Everyone else in the world was lost. Salome destroyed him with her lips and tongue as he watched the full globes of her ass turn red from his use of the flogger. How long were they supposed to do this? Enjoyable as it was, he seemed to remember something in his lust fogged brain about restraints and such. Aside from that, enjoyable as her mouth was, he couldn’t wait to experience her pussy. “Enough,” he said, bringing the flogger down one last time for good measure. Salome glanced up, her eyes meeting his as she let him slide free of her mouth. His cock jutted out, twitching and reaching for her. Her attentions had him throbbing like hell. When he realized that she wasn’t going to do anything unless he told her to, he said, “Stand.” Silently, she did as he bid her. Her dark eyes glanced at something over his shoulder before returning to him. Tony turned around and spotted the rack, or whatever the hell it was, she’d mentioned in the other room. It amounted to a large metal square that was braced at the bottom incredibly well so it wouldn’t tip over. There were leather cuffs hanging from the top and another pair near the bottom. The length of chain that hung from each restraint appeared conveniently adjustable. Well, that was next, he supposed. “Come here, slave.” Salome complied, walking straight to the contraption as if she’d been bound to it dozens of times. Maybe she had. He made a mental note to ask her about it later though he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know the answer.

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He secured her wrists in the padded leather cuffs, secured her ankles. He tightened the chains just enough so that it looked like she couldn’t move but in reality there was a little give to the restraints. Taking a step back, he took in the sight of her bound to that thing and he fought back a wave of desire unlike anything he’d ever felt before. How the hell was he going to be able to pull this off?

Chapter 5 Salome had learned early on in her career at Los Regalos to control her pleasure, her body’s reaction in all transactions. She considered herself a master of faking orgasm, so much so that in the rare times she took a lover for herself, she found herself acting the part more than she was really getting her freak on. She could count on one hand how many times she’d actually achieved orgasm and how pathetic was that when she was supposed to be some BDSM sex goddess? At the moment however, bound to the frame as she had been many times before, she felt such unfamiliar excitement racing crazily through her body that she thought she’d come out of her skin. For someone who claimed he didn’t know what he was doing with all of this, he’d done a damned fine job on the leather cuffs that held her. She could barely move in the restraints. Moisture dampened her thighs and her nipples ached in the cool air of the presentation room. When his gorgeous blue eyes raked over her body, her heart and her breathing revved up a notch. The fact that she had no idea what he’d do next only made her hotter. They’d talked about the blowjob, the flogger, and the rack. She remembered those. He hadn’t even looked at the penis gag on the toy table near the glass where she knew the client was watching. Salome held her breath when his gaze roamed down to her pussy. The shaved lips were revealed to him and quivering with sensation under his intense stare. “What a sweet looking little pussy.” Either he was getting as lost in the lust of the moment as she was or he was really catching on fast.

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Tony stopped in front of her until they stood only inches apart. Only one small step closer and the tight points of her nipples would be pressed against the hard wall of his chest. He’d be able to grind the heavy length of his protruding cock against her, and she wanted that. She’d enjoyed the way he’d tasted. Now she wanted to see how that magnificent cock felt buried in her cunt. He caught her staring at his erection. His fingers closed around the thick shaft that she eyed, stroking up and down the length of it in a way that had her swallowing hard. Maybe it wasn’t a bad thing that he’d forgotten the penis gag after all. As fast as her breath was coming, she wasn’t sure she could handle it. “You want this?” “Yes, Master,” and that wasn’t even an act at this point. “Not yet.” Tony dropped to his knees before her, his face inches from her pussy, and Salome started to tremble in anticipation. He leaned closer to make sure she could feel the heat of his breath, his blue eyes moving over her flesh covetously. The first flick of his tongue would have sent her shooting off the rack if she hadn’t been bound to it. Tony laved her folds and dipped his tongue into her core, making her writhe and twist in the leather cuffs. He found the throbbing nub of her clit and gave it the same decadent treatment, swiping at it with heated lashes of his tongue and suckling at it with his lips. Salome pushed herself at his mouth, wanting more and more. He held her firmly in place, helpless to resist any pleasure he offered. He kneaded and massaged her full cheeks while she fought back the moans that threatened to pour from her throat. With a single large finger, he traced her sensitized opening before sliding inside her. He began to thrust it in and out in rhythm with his tongue as he licked her clit, and she thought her sanity would shatter. How much more she could take without climaxing, she didn’t know. She’d been on the edge since the show started and the fight was on for her to keep from losing it.

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When he relentlessly continued sucking her clit, she thought it was surely over now. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, her belly twisting as she tried to still her quivering thighs. Tony’s chuckle was a soft rumble as he pulled away from her. “Please, Master.” There was real pleading in her voice. Where had that come from? This was a show, with a man she’d love to forget watching them through the glass. Since when did she not have total control of herself for a show? What little control she had was slipping away as Tony rose to his feet and moved behind her, stroking her ponytail with his strong hand. His loud stage whisper was hot in her ear. “You’ll remain silent while I fuck you,” he told her, winding the long length of her ponytail around his hand and pulling her head back. “Do you understand?” “Yes, Master.” It was a good move on his part because it would show off the act to the client. Then again, who the hell cared? She wanted his cock now. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d needed anything as much as she needed him to fill her aching channel. Reaching around her, his fingers slid over the aching nub of her clit. That almost made her scream right there. Then his fingers pushed easily into the slick entrance of her pussy and she thought she’d come off the rack, restraints or no restraints. The heat of her body had perspiration covering her in a fine sheen. She felt like she was on fire. The grip on her hair, holding her head in place, took away the last of her freedom as the head of his cock began to nudge at her entrance. Inch by inch he worked his cock up into her cunt while she tried to push her body down to hurry him up. The restraints allowed her little movement and he continued to move at a maddeningly slow pace, burning and stretching her as he thrust upward. “This is what you wanted?” When he’d finally pushed up into her to the hilt, her breath sucked in sharply. She knew he’d said something but did he honestly expect her to answer? He’d told her

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to be silent while he was fucking her -- and oh, he was fucking her now -- and she wasn’t sure she could form a coherent thought. Salome loved the size of him and the way he filled her aching cunt. He wasn’t the longest she’d had. No, the length was just right. And he was wide. Her pussy walls still quivered and burned, struggling to adjust to him while he held still inside her. “Answer.” “Oh, yes, Master.” Hell, she hoped that was the right response. Salome struggled against the hold the cuffs had on her wrists and ankles, loving the feel of him. He began to thrust in and out in slow, controlled strokes, and she was forced to bite her lip to keep from crying out. She would have begged him to let her climax at this point if she didn’t know it would ruin the show. He pulled her head back a little further, pressing his lips to hers in a powerful kiss. A kiss of domination, ownership. For the show. It’s just for the show. The sensation of him inside her, his body moving within hers from behind, combined with the spicy, masculine scent of him to intoxicate her more than any drug or drink. His other hand gripped at her hip, pulling her tighter against him. She felt euphoric and restless, craving something that only he could give her and powerless to do anything about it. Tony began to thrust up into her harder and faster. So hard the base of the metal rack began to tip with his movements and she wondered if it would fall over and take her with it. He was deep, so deep. She wanted to hold him inside and squeeze him, she realized to her surprise. Wrapping her legs around him would have been nice too. Yet the sensation of being completely fastened to the rack only added to her increasingly desperate need to climax. “Are you ready?” he whispered by her ear. She fought the pleasure a few more strokes, knowing the client would be the one to decide when this ended by changing the light from green to red. If they rushed it he

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wouldn’t be happy. But as Tony’s long thrusts into her pussy gained in speed and strength, she couldn’t hold on. And that was something considering she couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a real orgasm. She panted, her nails digging into the leather restraints. “I’m ready,” she whispered, bracing herself for a wave of carnal sensation that was stronger than anything she’d ever felt before. “Let’s do it,” he told her. His words set off a chain reaction that had her crying and gasping with the effort not to scream Los Regalos down. The fire that had been consuming her body through the entire sojourn blazed so hot she thought the cuffs around her wrists and ankles might burst into flames. Spasm after spasm rocked in her core while Tony went on, driving in and out of her. He growled out his climax, at least he was allowed to do that, and his body shook violently behind her, his cock pulsing wildly in her pussy. After a few more strokes, he pulled her body against his until she could feel the thunderous pounding of his heart. Its rhythm was pretty damned close to hers. Neither of them moved, just held the pose while they waited. He had to be watching the green light over the glass as much as she was out of the corner of her eye. What did Coke Boy think? Had he gotten a nut? Were they done? She sure hoped so because she just couldn’t go on. She was thankful just now she didn’t have a show tonight because she wouldn’t have been able to do it. When the green light went out and the red light turned on, everything in her relaxed. She was still breathing hard as he gently eased out of her and moved to unfasten each of the cuffs with an efficiency that would have impressed her had she not been in such a depleted state. He helped her to stand once he’d freed her and she was grateful for his strength. She honestly didn’t know if she could have walked back to the dressing room on her own. They both smelled of sweat and sex, a scent she sometimes liked but just this moment really liked. He helped her sit down on the bench next to her bag and she was

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surprised to realize she missed his touch when he backed away from her. Silently she willed her body to stop shaking while he stood above her. What the hell must he be thinking? She was supposed to be a pro at sex with strangers, an expert at sex with a live audience. Instead the notorious Salome sat shaking before him like a deflowered virgin on prom night. “Are you okay?” His voice was gentle, held a hint of surprise. Well, she had to save face now, right? “Just fine.” She even managed to make her voice pretty steady. “Thank you.” He stared at her for a long moment before apparently deciding he’d been dismissed, just as she wanted him to think. At some point he’d refastened the front of his black leather pants. He paused only to grab his shirt off the bench before he made his way out. “See you,” he muttered, closing the door behind him. The moment he was out of the room, she slumped on the bench, aware of the juices combined with his seed seeping from between her thighs onto the vinyl of the bench. The truth was that Tony had completely destroyed her in the presentation room in the most carnal of ways. He might have been an amateur at the entertainment aspect of all this but he’d managed to make her feel more like a woman than she’d felt in a very long time on the sensual side. And she’d just arrogantly sent him on his way. The thought left her with a sinking feeling she didn’t like. Remember, this is a job. He made you feel good. Great. Move on. Yet as she reached into her bag for her street clothes, she just knew she wouldn’t be able to push what Tony had made her feel to the side so easily. Either physically or emotionally. It turned out she was right. She couldn’t get his deep blue eyes out of her head even when she tried to go to sleep that night. Her dreams were haunted by the feel of his strong hands on her body, of the hard column of flesh that had so deliciously filled her.

Chapter 6 The next day Salome arrived in the dressing room before Tony. She told herself she owed him that after being so late yesterday. Even though it wasn’t her fault since she’d been meeting with the Boss in his penthouse and she couldn’t cut out on him no matter what was going on. She needed to be on time today to be professional. It wasn’t like she was anxious to be there. That would imply that she’d enjoyed the day before in the presentation room with Tony. And she hadn’t really. She’d gotten caught up in the heat of the moment. That was it. Had she enjoyed it? No, that was her job. To be there and put on a good show for Mr. Starr on the other side of the glass. Yesterday with Tony hadn’t really felt so different from what it normally did. She’d just had to adjust her usual act because Tony was an amateur at everything. She’d worn her BDSM gear over today because she’d had time to put it on before she left her apartment. She tied back her hair and checked her watch. They only had fifteen minutes until start time. Where was Tony anyway? She checked in the mirror to make sure the little silver earrings she’d worn matched with her costume. Okay, they did. Not that it mattered how perfect she looked, right? The client liked how she looked else he wouldn’t have selected her. It didn’t matter what Tony thought of how she looked. You’re beautiful. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Ah, who was she kidding? Since yesterday, she’d been able to think of nothing but her time with Tony in the presentation room, being dominated by him in every way. A slave to his sensual will.

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As a lover he sure knew what he was doing. Her conversations with him also lingered in her mind. He had, after all, actually treated her with respect, like a worthwhile person. Tony finally walked quietly into the room, interrupting her thoughts, and his blue eyes met hers. Her heart squeezed in her chest at the intent look in his eyes. This is so not good. Tony was part of the deal, the contract. She was in this to feed her family and to help her mother. Not for herself. Not to find a lover that she’d just end up losing to mistrust because of her career in Los Regalos no matter how wonderful he seemed to be. Look at what she did for a living. If she tried to have a meaningful relationship, jealousy would tear it apart. If she just settled for physical gratification, it would leave her heart cold. She couldn’t win. She had to remember that she absolutely could not allow herself to feel anything. Tony wasn’t her lover. He didn’t feel anything for her. He hadn’t really meant what he’d whispered to her about thinking she was beautiful. It was a job. He was a job and nothing more. “Everything okay?” he asked. Shit. Focus, girl. She was probably standing there gaping at him like an idiot. Salome nodded. “Fine.” “What are our orders today?” See? He’s got this in perspective. Why don’t you? Then it took her a couple of moments to remember the question he’d asked and think about an answer. No, she hadn’t heard from Hamilton. “You know, I never heard anything so I guess we just need to do something along the lines of yesterday.” “The same thing as yesterday?” “No, like yesterday but different things.” “Like what?”

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Aye Dios Mios. Her face warmed as she considered the question. Since when was she embarrassed to discuss sex with anyone? Wasn’t that very telling? The situation with him was really messing with her head. “Let’s just improvise, okay?” “Improvise?” Salome nodded. She wanted him to say something insensitive. How bad was it that she wanted him to turn into a jerk? It would make this so much easier. She didn’t know what was wrong with her today but pissed off would be much better than this. At the moment she felt like she was back in school with a crush on the blond, blue-eyed quarterback. “Yes,” she went for sarcastic. “You do know what that means?” Tony cocked a tawny brow at her before peeling off his shirt. She took in the broad expanse of his chest and swallowed hard. “I think so.” “Good.” Turning her back on him, she stepped in front of the mirror to mindlessly straighten her earrings, tuck a tendril of hair behind her ear. “Just try not to screw this up, will you?” His reflection in the mirror showed angry color darkening his face. Good. Now all he had to do was say something to piss her off. Something to make her see that he was just like everyone else. An insensitive prick who was only out for himself. “Did I do so badly yesterday?” His voice was tight. “I would think if I had, I’d have heard about it.” He was right, damn him. “Don’t get too cocky,” she warned him. “I’ve never seen this client before which means he’s probably never done this before. It doesn’t take much to impress the new ones. The second day is a harder sell, Tony. The same show won’t cut it.” The light changed from red to green and Salome checked her watch. Five minutes early. Good. That was five minutes she didn’t have to make chitchat with him, especially now that she’d pissed him off. She could just get this over with. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said flatly, marching past her into the presentation room.

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Salome followed him, wondering if she’d made a bad judgment call. If pissed off, he could ruin everything. Surely he’d realize his ass was as much on the line as hers… She stopped before him when she reached the center of the room. His expression was closed. She couldn’t guess at what he was thinking though she knew he wasn’t a bit happy with her. “Strip. Everything off except for your heels. Now.” Well, she hadn’t expected that. Did he think to take advantage of the situation and punish her for giving him attitude? Please, like she hadn’t played the submissive dozens of time. He forgot who he was dealing with. Deciding he wouldn’t get under her skin, she did as she was told and tried to detach. Taking off the black leather bra and thong were no big trick for her. She did that in front of people most nights of the week and she did it gracefully. She had no stockings on. No problem. Tony’s gaze slid over her slowly and her lower body started heating up in a way that surprised her. When she had everything off but her heels, his tight expression gave way to a smile of pure male satisfaction. Slowly he stalked to the long table by the two-way mirror, right where two pairs of handcuffs rested. He looked at the fur lined cuffs first and then snatched up the traditional steel ones that police favored. Well, hell. That’s what she got for being an ass. It was hard to tell how he was going to change the game plan now. “Come here,” he ordered. She did as he asked, holding her wrists out in front of her. “No, turn around.” He really wanted to play then. Turning, she allowed him to cuff her hands behind her back, knowing it would render her even more helpless. Continuing to look over the table of available toys once he secured the cuffs, he finally settled on what she thought of as the double penetration belt. The strap around

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the waist held it in place and the strap that fit between her legs offered a more than generous dildo and butt plug. When he picked up the tube of lubricant to go along with the contraption, she didn’t know whether to be excited or fearful. Her body decided on the former. Her juices were already bathing the bare folds of her pussy. “I think I’d like to fuck that ass today.” His voice was tight and his eyes were dark blue with lust. He reached behind her with his free hand to play with the chain of the cuffs, trailing one of his fingers down her ass. “Would you like that?” “Yes, Master.” She watched him squeeze out some lubricant and slather it heavily on the plug. She’d done this before. She just wasn’t sure she wanted to do it now in his frame of mind. If he was pissed at her, he could make it very uncomfortable. His hands were very gentle as he steered her toward a raised padded table off to the side of the rack. She’d used it before in sex play but not quite in the way she suspected he intended to. Pushing her onto the table on her stomach, he nudged her legs wide with his own. Now she was open to him and vulnerable because of the handcuffs. The situation had her body on fire. She was hot. Not knowing where he was coming from or exactly what he might do added an unknown element to it all, exciting her. A sharp cry escaped her lips before she could stop it as he pushed the plug into her ass. Her anus was a tight ring that resisted the invasion despite the anal play she engaged in on occasion. Once he’d slipped the plug in, she felt stretched and full. Unable to help herself, she squirmed against the sensations the plug created. Next he stuffed the dildo into her pussy, needing no lube, as wet as she’d become. At least she was able to keep it at a gasp at the invasion this time. Tony firmly strapped the harness so both the plug and the dildo were kept securely in place. She was getting used to how they felt when he walked back to the long table to put the lube back.

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“I have to punish you for making noise while I got you ready,” he said as he pulled her up from the table and pulled her back to the mat at the center of the room. “You can only come if I give you permission. Do you understand?” “Yes, Master.” To her chagrin, Salome was shaking in need, wanting to come right now and they’d just gotten started. The plug up her ass and the dildo in her pussy were driving her crazy. Add to that the handsome tormenter in front of her, shirtless and more handsome than any man had a right to be, and she had a problem. How was she going to make it? “Sit on the mat. Spread your legs.” No problem there. Her knees weren’t entirely sturdy at the moment so dropping down onto the exercise mat was very welcome. She couldn’t move quickly in the stiletto heels but she managed quickly enough to lower her ass onto the mat and spread her legs wide with her knees bent, showing off the fact that she was all plugged up to the man watching behind the glass. Sinking onto his heels before her, Tony inspected his work. The heat in his gaze, the firm set of his sexy mouth had her panting for breath. Easily he found the flap cut into the leather strap between her legs that gave him access to her clit. When he teased her clit with the rough pad of his finger, her breath hissed out because of the exquisite jolt of pleasure surging through her body. Then he lowered himself on hands and knees, leaning closer until his tongue lightly touched the aching nub of her clit. The first flick of his tongue had her hips shooting off the floor. She thought she’d bite through her lip trying to keep from crying out. She squirmed uncontrollably, blowing her plan to keep a tight rein on her control right out of the water. She had control of nothing. When he began sucking her clit, she knew she was a goner. Her belly twisted and her thighs trembled. On and on it went until everything else in her awareness spun away -- until she was no longer the famous Salome but a quivering mass of woman who was his to do with as he would.

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Tony chuckled, pure triumph in his eyes, as he moved away. He pushed her legs together then and rolled her onto her stomach until her ass was facing the glass. She sucked in her breath while he unfastened the harness strapped to her hips. She couldn’t help but gasp when he pulled out the dildo and butt plug. Her pussy walls quivered and her ass clenched, making her very aware of how empty she felt now. She really needed to come. Salome closed her eyes. She braced herself for an ass pounding when he pulled her hips up until her knees held up her back end. She felt him struggling with his pants behind her, freeing himself. The heated crown of his cock pushed between the cheeks of her ass, butting against the ring of her anus. A long moment passed before the pressure slid down, to her surprise, to press into the wet heat of her pussy. Inch by inch he slipped inside her and she welcomed him, wanting release. She knew his care wouldn’t last though. Soon he’d fuck her fast and hard and she wouldn’t blame him, as insulting as she’d been in the dressing room earlier. It wouldn’t continue to feel wonderful and good. Once his cock was fully inside her, Salome moaned lightly and let her body relax, even her arms held behind her by the handcuffs. The flat plane of his belly met with her ass as he started to move in and out, a steady rhythm but very comfortable and undeniably pleasurable. She didn’t know how appealing her position would be to the client until one of his hands landed hard on her ass. Salome almost lost it there. Tony never ceased the rhythm of his strokes as he continued to swat her ass with his palm. The sensual stings only heightened her pleasure and made her more desperate to come. Every fiber in her being was overly sensitive now, aware of each sensation he treated her to. She trembled, struggling to hold it together just a little longer. “Please, Master.” She couldn’t believe the words pulled from her lips until they were out. The sensual spanking she received combined with being overfilled by his cock pushed her close enough to the edge that there was no turning back.

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“Come,” he said only loud enough for her to hear. “Scream.” Salome let loose a cry that could probably be heard in the club on the first floor. Her body felt as if it had gone up in flames. She backed against him until her entire being shook. The room seemed to spin and she continued to wail, the client and Hamilton forgotten as she lost herself to the strongest orgasm she’d ever experienced. Her climax seemed to go on forever. Tony thrust harder, faster, causing more spasms to rock her body. Perspiration beaded on her skin, and she felt warm drops that must have been his dotting her ass and lower back while his strokes increased. After several more thrusts, he tensed behind her, shouting as he came. His cock pulsed and her pussy contracted around him, milking him. Finally, he pressed his groin tight against her ass, a shudder passing through him. Her eyes snapped open at that and she slowly turned her head just in time to see the light change from green to red. Good. They’d made it. Tony eased out of her body and left her only long enough to get the keys for the cuffs that still held her hands behind her back. Within seconds he’d unlocked the cuffs and removed them. She rose slowly from the mat and rubbed her wrists though they hadn’t been cuffed tightly enough to be uncomfortable. Just like the previous day’s session, her body was left shaking, her legs wobbly from her play with him. Unlike last time, Tony was heading out of the room in all haste. He didn’t even look back. She was able to pick up her garments before making it to the dressing room only to find Tony already gone. She didn’t like it. No, she didn’t like this at all and she had only herself to blame. In wanting to put distance between them, because Tony was making her feel things she shouldn’t be feeling, she’d made things uncomfortable.

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As wonderful as he’d just made her feel, his abrupt departure left her feeling very cold.

Chapter 7 Salome was startled by the knock on her apartment door. It was almost midnight and since it was the full moon she’d allowed herself to partially transform just because it felt good. And considering the emotional roller coaster ride she’d been on with Tony this week, she needed something to make her feel better. Who the hell was knocking at her door so late? Wrapping a long robe of midnight blue around her body, Salome willed herself back to human form as quickly as she could. At the moment she gave the term hairy legs a whole new meaning. Looking out through the small round glass in her door, she spotted an all too familiar figure. Tony? Immediately she opened the door, her frustration with him muted in her fatigue and curiosity. “What are you doing here?” she asked. “What happened today?” “What do you mean?” He marched into her apartment without an invitation. His blond hair was mussed and his shirt was on inside out. It looked as if he’d gone to bed, couldn’t sleep, and had decided to come over to her apartment. Apparently she was the cause of his upset. This should be good. “I mean, what did I do wrong?” His eyes were dark blue and clouded by the same frustration she’d felt earlier. “Why were you so angry with me?” Well, she had been angry at him. Or had wanted to be anyway. It wasn’t for lack of trying but he hadn’t allowed his inner jerk out to play and let her off the hook.

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“I wasn’t angry with you.” She closed the door since he’d already walked in. “I don’t feel anything at all, Tony. You’re the latest task I’ve been given. Nothing more. So get over yourself.” “You’re lying.” “Excuse me?” She tried to come off as arrogant and haughty. Inside she was crumbling. He could see right through her and she knew it. “You were pissed at me for something. Was it something I did the first day? What was it?” He was really not happy about the entire situation and took a step closer to her, forcing her to look up into his face now. Yeah, she had deliberately tried to provoke him today just to try and put some emotional distance between them for her own sake. Looking up into his handsome face she realized that she almost had to in order to survive this. Not only was he gorgeous, he had a way of pleasing her sexually that broke through any mental bubble she tried to put herself in. He really was dominant in a way her conscious mind had missed because it went beyond the physical. It was almost like he knew her thoughts and feelings too. He saw her as a person. How long had it been since someone had done that? Had anyone ever asked if she had a family and if they knew or cared about what she was doing? Had anyone else ever wanted to know if she enjoyed what she did or how she felt about it? Tony saw a lot and it made him an even greater threat to all of her well laid plans at Los Regalos. If that was true though, why did her heart beat like an untried virgin’s every time he walked into the room with her? “Tony, it’s late.” She just really needed to get him out of her apartment right now. “Can we talk about this tomorrow?” “No.” He placed his hands gently on her shoulders. As if he needed to do that to get her undivided attention. He already had that. “We’re going to talk about this now.” “Tony, what difference does it make if I’m pissed at you or not? Tell me that.” He stared at her long and hard but said nothing.

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“If I didn’t work at the Ropacabana and I walked in stinking drunk and caused a problem, what would you do as a bouncer? You’d throw me out. Would you be angry with me? No. You’d be doing your job, right? It’s not a personal thing.” “It’s not the same, Salome.” His eyes slid closed at that. “What’s your real name? I somewhat doubt it’s really Salome.” “Salome,” she lied. He blew out his frustration in a long exhale. “Whatever.” “How is it not the same, Tony?” “This is personal, don’t you think? What we’ve been doing?” Salome smirked at him. Okay, now she saw a way out of this conversation. “Someone like you, who is new to all of this, would think so. To me, it’s not personal.” For good measure, she broke free of his grasp and slowly walked to the clear glass balcony doors which yielded a great view of Los Regalos. She had to have that physical space between them. “To me, it’s just business as usual. You’ve fucked me. Big deal. You’re the latest of many, Tony. To have feelings for any of you would be highly foolish on my part. It would be highly foolish of you to get really emotional about the people you encounter in your job too. Don’t you think?” He didn’t move but folded his powerful arms across his chest. “This is different,” he stated again. “You know it and I know it. You enjoy my touch.” Si, I really do. Yet, the last thing in the world she could do was to tell him that. “So what if I do? I’ll give you that one.” Salome shrugged. “An occupational perk.” “Don’t write it off so easily,” he warned. “There’s a connection between us. You have to feel it.” Oh, yes, she did. And it had been messing with her since she’d gotten this fucking assignment. That was the problem. “Perhaps you think that way because it makes this easier for you. If we have feelings for each other, that makes this kinky little charade more acceptable, doesn’t it?”

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Tony shook his head. “I think I proved to you today that if you just want to be fucked, I can do that and not feel a goddamned thing about it.” He had indeed. It was just something about hearing him say those words that made her feel like she had a huge rock sitting on the floor of her stomach. “Didn’t that leave you feeling empty? Didn’t it leave you feeling dirty and cold? I walked out of that room today wanting to leave this place even if they did kill me. And it had nothing to do with what I think is acceptable and what I don’t, Salome. It had everything to do with you.” Don’t say that to me! Por favor. “If everything felt fine to you today, then say it and I’m out of here.” Okay, that bothered her on a few levels. “What do you mean by that? You don’t really mean to leave, do you?” “Why? Would you care if they killed my ass?” Si, mostly because I’d never see you again. When she said nothing, his expression became a glare. “Say it. Tell me today was good for you and I’ll accept this for what it really is. That’s all I’m asking. It will save us both a lot of time.” That was all? She just had to hand him a smart-assed explanation of how today was really boring and this was all over? She could just fuck him one more time for the client, tomorrow, and they were done? When her heart squeezed in her chest, she knew she couldn’t do it. Even if she wanted to. She just couldn’t get past the feeling that she’d regret it for the rest of her life if she allowed him to walk out the door. “Say it,” he repeated forcefully. “I can’t,” she whispered, turning away from him to look out the window. Tears stung the backs of her eyes now. She’d really screwed up. How could she have let this happen? If this had been any of the male dancers, it would have been just another gig. If it had been the client, no problem. What was it about this man? Why was this happening?

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Tony had approached her so quietly that she didn’t immediately realize that he was standing right behind her. His hands gently settled at her waist, the heat of his body welcome because she was trembling now. “Why can’t you say it, Salome? Am I right? You do feel something for me, don’t you?” “Tony, nothing could come of this. You and I --” Her voice broke. “The worst thing in the world someone like me can do is to --” She stopped herself before she could say something stupid like “fall in love.” That would be stupid. She certainly wasn’t in love with this man. She wasn’t sure what she felt for him but it absolutely couldn’t be love. To be honest, she didn’t know what this was or what would happen now. His arms slid around her body and he pulled her against him, lending her his strength. “The worst thing we could do about this is nothing, Salome.” “Salma.” “Salma.” He spoke her real name and she loved the way he said it. His arms tightened about her. “Speaking of Salome, are you sure it isn’t just the whole Salome thing you like, Tony? You don’t know me after all.” “I know enough.” His voice was low and next to her ear. “I know you took care in telling me about this situation even though you knew how pissed off I was. You did everything you could to get me through yesterday. I’d like to think I know why you copped an attitude with me today.” “You would, huh?” she asked softly. “You wanted me to be mad at you. You wanted a reason not feel anything, Salma, and I almost bought it.” “Almost?” “The truth is in your eyes.” Tony turned her to face him, tipping her chin up with his strong fingers. “You can say anything you want but your eyes tell a different story. There is so much reluctance, so much hopelessness in your eyes, did you know that? Except when you look at me.”

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Salome had to chuckle at that. “So you’re saying you’re the great white hope?” “I’m saying when you look at me, you look like someone who wants. Who desires. I hope it’s me you want.” She glanced up at him, wanting to see his eyes, and then his mouth slanted down over hers with a kiss unlike anything she’d experienced in her whole life, halting any further conversation between them. All arguments and worries were lost as she surrendered to that kiss. She couldn’t have held a single thought anyway with the sexy, masculine taste and smell of him overtaking her senses. When the hard bands of his arms shifted to scoop her off the floor as if she were weightless, her breath caught in her throat. Salome was trembling violently by the time Tony found her bedroom and carefully set her upon her feet by the bed. Her hands were shaking with unfamiliar eagerness when she rushed to remove the robe she wore, and she was nude beneath it. Tony whipped off the shirt he’d put on the wrong way in a split second before dropping it to the floor. With his upper body revealed, she just stood there staring at him as she’d wanted to do the last couple of days. His upper body was nothing short of magnificent, muscular and sculpted in a different way from the male dancers she worked with in the shows. He was all smooth tanned muscle, every inch of him male perfection. He unfastened his jeans and pushed them easily down his legs. He wore no underwear in his personal life? Nice. Salome stepped out of the puddle of the robe at her feet. Again she felt aware of her nudity, felt vulnerable even. With unbearable slowness, Tony approached her. With hands so gentle she hardly felt them, he began to explore her body. Soft caresses played over her skin like a light breeze and Salome gave herself up to the pleasure of him paying homage to her. She allowed herself to surrender to him because she wanted to. More than desire lit up his blue eyes and it took her breath away to have someone look at her like she was worth something, worthwhile. Dropping to his knees so that his face just reached her naked breasts, Tony slowly pressed a wet kiss against her nipple. Gathering her to him, Tony buried his face

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between the full pillows of her breasts, breathing her in. His slow, careful movements, his delicacy made Salome feel cherished as much as it made her feel the passion inside her grow. She wanted him now without all the games and rules. On their terms because they wanted to be here and they wanted each other without being told. Plumping her full breasts in his rough hands, he sucked a nipple between his firm lips. Tony nipped at her with his teeth, soothing her with his tongue and lips. Opening his mouth to take as much of her in as he could, he suckled against her with a deep and demanding hunger. Salome moaned deep and low at the incredible pleasure that she hadn’t experienced until Tony and wanted to know again. Releasing her with a wet sound, his mouth moved to the other breast to give it the same carnal treatment. Glancing up from the breast he suckled, Tony’s blue eyes found hers and the longing she read there had her heart pounding in her chest. Salome sank her hands into the blond locks of his hair because she could, pushing herself at his mouth at the same time. She needed more from him, craved more. He gave her what she wanted, his lips and tongue sending delicious waves of ecstasy coursing through every inch of her. His hands were steady and sure as they slid slowly down over her hips and thighs. The cool air mingled with the heat from his body, drifting around her warming skin. Sensual shivers raced through her while she clutched his shoulders to steady herself. She stood before him completely revealed and normally this was the part where she felt a little cocky. She was just twenty-five and had a body perfected by many hours of exercise and dance. At this moment, however, she felt a little self-conscious, wanting him to like what he saw instead of thinking he should be grateful. No man had ever looked at her the way Tony was now. It melted her heart and pushed her desire for him even higher if that were possible. The way his eyes glittered as they roamed over every inch of her had juices gathering between her thighs. She shivered when he lowered his head to press his lips to the taut surface of her tummy. “You’ve never looked more beautiful to me than you do now.” His voice was low and rough. “Without the costumes, the shoes, the glamour. Now you’re just a woman, Salma. Now you’re perfect.”

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“You’re not helping me by saying things like that.” Now he had her feeling very self-conscious. “I’m not trying to help you. I’m trying to seduce you.” Lightly he lifted one of her legs and draped it over his broad shoulder, holding her steady with his free hand. “I’d say you’re off to a good start.” She gasped when she felt his heated breath against the already slick petals of her sex. He was about to go down on her and she loved how he did that. Just the thought of it made the walls of her pussy clench in need. Her hands clutched again in the short locks of his hair, her heart racing in her chest. “You think so?” he asked, parting her with his fingers and licking her. Salome didn’t answer. She groaned at the sensation of his tongue sliding from her aching opening up to her throbbing clit where it began to flick in a maddeningly light rhythm. Over and over he licked and sucked, stopping only to tease her pussy lips or clit. Lingering at her clit with wet hot kisses, he drove her wild while her fingers gripped his hair. Tony was strong and had no trouble holding her against his greedy lips while she arched her back and twisted in need. Her breathy little sighs and the sounds of his mouth buried in her pussy were the only noises in the room, shredding the last of her control and sanity. When her pussy walls clenched again, he seemed to notice. He began spearing his long, stiff tongue deep into her aching entrance, thrusting it in and out of her like a cock. Deep moans poured from her throat and she loved that she didn’t have to stop and think about her reactions so much. Blood rushed to her cunt, causing it to swell as sweet release approached again. She couldn’t wait for it. His fingers started to play with her pulsing clit all the while he tongue fucked her. Release was closing in fast now and the power of that orgasm promised to be mind shattering. “Tony, por favor!” Salome came forcefully, strong waves of pure carnal sensation ripping through her with incredible power. Flames of desire swept through her from her face to her

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pussy and her knees gave way while her body pulsed over and over again. She would have landed on the floor hard if not for Tony’s strong arms holding her up. Her high cries shattered the quiet of the room as it began to spin around them. The spasms rocked her until she thought she’d pass out. Lapping at her sensitive flesh one last time with his tongue, he pulled her leg down and rose before her. She held her breath hoping that he didn’t stop what he was doing. His blue eyes locked with hers. “I think I like it better this way.” “Without the client watching?” she managed to tease. “Without the games and kink.” His gaze searched hers. “Just you and me. I’m an old fashioned kind of guy.” He was too good to be true. His mouth claimed hers in a commanding kiss and she tasted herself on his lips, salty and warm. His hands slowly slid from her back to her ass, his fingers sliding into her cleft to make her pussy quiver in anticipation. Tony steered them to her bed and she found herself beneath him in an instant while their kiss deepened. His hands were everywhere, shredding her sanity. Her hands explored his body with the same eager enthusiasm. Tony was all powerful muscle and sinew covered by heated flesh beneath her fingers. His weight lifted from her and he grabbed her ankles in his hands, pulling her legs wide apart. She saw his cock then, hard and ready just beyond the pink mound of her pussy, and licked her lips, craving him inside her now. He positioned the swollen head at her greedy opening and she sucked in her breath when he began to sink into her. Her flesh burned and stretched from the hot invasion of his cock. The way he fit inside her was so good. Salome pushed herself at him, lifting her hips for him but he wouldn’t be hurried. He continued his slow entry into her until he was buried to the hilt and everything inside her seemed to shift to make room. It was so much more relaxed between them now and she savored every moment of it. “There’s no hurry, Salma. No one’s here to tell us when time is.”

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He made a good point before withdrawing to leave her feeling unbearably empty. She tried to grip him with her pussy walls but couldn’t stop him from pulling out. “How slow are you planning on going?” She sounded sharper than she intended. That had him laughing and brushing a kiss over her lips while he thrust back into her, filling her again. “Oh, Tony.” Salome nuzzled her cheek against his hard shoulder and his head lowered to the pillow beside hers. The rhythm of his movements within had her gasping at the exquisite pleasure the joining of their bodies gave her now that they were alone. She rocked with him, back and forth, wrapping her legs around his waist and just hung on while he thrust in and out of her. It took him no time at all to discover what she liked and how fast and hard she liked it. He seemed to instinctively know where to find all the spots that drove her wild and exploited them fully. The scent of sex floated on the air all around them and their perspiration blended as their bodies strained together. Tony took her cries into his mouth when their lips met and she was writhing crazily beneath him, lost in lust and unfamiliar freedom. When the push and pull of his cock grew faster and more forceful within her, she hung on to him desperately because she couldn’t possibly do anything else. She climaxed only a second before he did, bucking wildly beneath him and screaming his name. Transformation threatened to come on and she lightly bit his shoulder, fighting it off and making him growl low and deep in his throat. His cock went rock hard inside of her. Tony threw his head back and yelled out loud and long in his release. Her body tightened around him while he jerked and twitched within her. His weight buried her in the soft bed when he collapsed on top of her and she loved how he felt. He didn’t seem interested in going any further than the spot right next to her and she kept him twined in her arms to let him know she wanted him to stay there. She never allowed herself to snuggle with a lover but she wanted it now

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with him in the worst way. She didn’t need to talk, she just wanted his arms around her. Her heart pounded in her chest while she worked on slowing down her breathing. Yes, they did have a connection. What they’d do about it, however, she had no idea. But she wasn’t about to let worry in to ruin the moment. Not when she rarely got moments that were just for her. No, the phone on her bedside table took care of that when it started ringing. A quick glance at the LCD screen showed one name over the number. Hamilton. Her boss rarely called and when he did, it usually wasn’t for a social chat. Her eyes met Tony’s and she had a sinking feeling as she lifted the receiver to find out what Hamilton wanted.

Chapter 8 “So what happens now?” he asked. Tony watched Salome’s expression darken as she put down the phone. If not for the worried expression playing about her features he would have enjoyed the sight of her gloriously naked. One thing he really could get used to was the fact that she had a beautiful human form. Not only did she know it, she had no reservations about proudly displaying all her charms. He couldn’t wait to see what her wolf form looked like, what color her coat was. “That was Hamilton,” she spoke with a shakier voice than he cared for. “And?” What the hell had gotten her so upset? The guy they were putting the peep show on for was gone after tomorrow. They had one last gig, that client was gone, and then they’d talk. Right? “What’s the matter?” he had to ask when no answer was forthcoming. “There’s been a slight change in plans for tomorrow, Tony.” Her lovely dark eyes finally met his. “The client wants to join us for tomorrow’s session.” Tony nodded, understanding now what caused her reaction. He couldn’t say he was any happier than she was but he wanted to carefully consider his words. “This doesn’t bother you?” she demanded a second later, color flooding her face as she rose to her feet by the bed. “Sure it does.” He was honest. The entire situation bothered him but he didn’t want to say the wrong thing until he knew exactly what her beef was. “You know what? This is my fault. Why did I agree to this?” She dropped into a cushioned chair by the window of her bedroom and lowered her head into her hands. “I should have sent you away. It would have been easier.”

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Well, hell. This wasn’t the direction he wanted her to go in. She already carried enough on her beautiful shoulders. Tony slid off the bed and made his way along the carpet on hands and knees until he kneeled before her. He pulled her hands away, willing her to look at him. “Salma, we’ll get through it,” he told her. “Then he’s gone.” Her eyes widened at him. “But it’s not over, Tony. The day after tomorrow there’ll be a new tourist in Hamilton’s office for me to fuck or fuck someone else in front of.” He’d thought about that. A lot. Well, might as well get this out of the way. “That doesn’t give us much time to think of a way to get you out of this side of your job.” Now she was looking at him like he’d lost his mind, her pretty features skewed into a look of angry disbelief. “Tony, you know better. They make a lot of money off me in that capacity. They’re not going to let me out of it because you and I ask them to.” “I know better than to just ask,” he informed her. “Then what are you talking about?” “We need a plan,” he explained. “We need a reason why you can’t continue doing what you do. That is if you want to. I realize it may be hard for you to give up.” “You think I like being a whore?” Her eyes were shiny with gathering tears. “Is that what you think?” He knew that part of what they made her do at Los Regalos wasn’t who she truly was. “I meant your dancing. If we think of a way for you to get out of entertaining clients, they might take away your dancing too. I know you love that.” A single tear spilled from the corner of one beautiful eye and she was silent. It was a lot to think about. As a dancer she was a huge star in Los Regalos and he knew that was living her dream. Even if she could give that up, the money was a whole other story. She needed to make a lot of money. She’d told him she had a family to support back in the world.

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“You think I’d give up everything for you?” The way her little chin lifted in defiance, her eyes locking with his in challenge, made his chest tighten. He had to love a woman stuck in her circumstances with that kind of spirit left. “I wouldn’t ask you to give up anything for me, Salma.” He meant that. “But why not do it for yourself? Why not find a way out of this for yourself?” Another tear slid down her cheek and he caught it with his thumb. “What are you saying, Tony? What makes you think they’d let me out of this now?” “What makes you think that they won’t?” That earned him one of her are-you-fucking-crazy stares. “Have you ever asked?” he wanted to know. “Tony, with the shows every night, the clients every night, do you have any idea how much money they make off me? That’s the sticking point. What makes you think they’d ever let me go?” “You can’t do it forever.” “I’ve been here eight years. The first year I spent trying like hell to get where I am now without knowing I wouldn’t want it. I’ve still got another twelve on my contract, Tony.” “All of it is physically demanding, Salma. You’re what? Somewhere in your twenties now? You’ll be pushing forty by that time.” “I’ll be thirty-seven,” she said, sniffling. “I’ll be thirty-seven when my contract here is up. I thought it was a good deal at the time. I could save my family and retire but still be young enough to find someone… a family maybe.” The tears came on then, hard. Tony pulled her off the chair, into his lap. Her little body was shaking and he pulled her tightly against him, wanting more than anything to help her. “It’s okay, Salma,” he whispered into her hair. “It’s okay. We’ll think of something.” “Even if we did, even if we could, what about my family, Tony? I’m so afraid that they’ll know what I’ve done. That they’ll be able to see through any lies I try to tell them.”

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“Yes,” he told her. “They’ll see a beautiful woman who worked many hard years to help them. They’ll see what I see, a good person.” Her face was buried against his chest, the warm drops of her tears streaking his skin. “They’ll see the truth,” she whispered. “And if they judge you for it, do they truly love you?” “Love?” She laughed, the sound dry and bitter. “Speaking of love, it was foolish to ever think I could look for it when I was done here. Who will want me?” “I will,” he said with no hesitation. She looked up at him, tears streaming down her cheeks now. “How can you say that? Why are you doing this to me? Everything was fine until this week, Tony. Until this entire deal with you. Now everything sucks!” If he hadn’t felt so badly for her, he might have laughed at that. “I’m sorry.” And he did mean that. “Even without me, you’d still have to deal with this eventually, you know.” “This?” Her dark eyes searched his face. “Your life and the fact that you’re not happy with it.” Anger brought color back into her stricken expression. “My life was fine until you came along.” “What difference did I really make?” He wanted to hear her answer that one. “Aren’t I just another guy?” “You were supposed to be. Now everything’s j-just messed up.” Swiping at her tears with the back of her hand, she shifted on his lap so she could stare him down. She also had his cock heating up again in record time. “Don’t you understand? We can’t have anything, Tony. I can’t have anything like this. They won’t let me go and you know that. And since they won’t, I’ll go on with business as usual. They haven’t told me I can’t have a lover but I never have for obvious reasons. How is it going to last with me fucking other men? Even though you know I don’t want to, Tony, even though you know they give me no choice, the jealousy will tear us apart. It’s human nature. I’ve

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seen it happen with others. That’s why I always protected myself from this sort of thing. I just couldn’t… with you…” Gently he kissed her mouth, tasting her tears and the sweetness of her lips. “Tony, what are we going to do?” There was desperation in her voice. Shoving aside the fact he wanted her again, he focused on her question. “First we’ll get through tomorrow. I don’t like the idea of sharing you with that guy but…” “Can you get through it?” So that was it. She was worried more about him than herself. “I can do it.” No way he’d tell her how much he dreaded it. “Then what?” “That’s up to you. I know you want to protect your family’s future, and that you enjoy being a dancer --” “I can live without the dancing,” she said after a very long pause. “It’s not like there’s just me and no one else. I’m proud, and that pride has been about the only thing outside of my family holding me together. On the one hand I have to do what they want me to do with the tourist willing to pay the most money. On the other hand, I made sure I’d get something and that was to be the biggest star here. I’ve done that. It’s a pretty hollow victory.” “There’ll be someone else for them.” “There’s always someone else. Every day there’s some new girl trying to be my friend hoping she’ll get somewhere not realizing that is where I am. And that’s nowhere.” Again she stopped and he could tell her mind was running in circles. “Thing is, what will I do, Tony? Aye Dios Mios, all I can do is dance. I have no other skills or experience… what if I lose the dancing part and they make me a full-time --” “We’re not going to let that happen.” He hated trying to promise her something he couldn’t guarantee, damn it, but if she didn’t have at least a little faith in things working out, their chances were slim to none. “We’ll come up with something.”

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Scooping her up in his arms, he rose and carried her the few steps back to her bed and gently laid her on it. The covers were rumpled from their lovemaking earlier so he straightened them out, gently covering her before climbing in beside her. He could tell she was waiting for him to put a move on her, and he sure as hell wanted to, but not right now. She was so used to people taking and expecting from her. He didn’t want to be just another one in line. He wanted to give to her. To comfort her. Reaching across her to switch off the lamp on the bedside table, Tony pulled her into his arms, cradling her head on his chest. He loved the smell of her and the way she felt pressed against his side. The smell of her silken hair was sweet and the caress of her hand over his skin was soothing. “We’ll think of something,” she whispered. He waited for her to fall asleep, mere minutes after she spoke, and stayed awake for a long time contemplating their next move. If he had his way, after tomorrow, no other man would touch his Salma. Smiling in the darkness, he did have to enjoy the one victory he’d won today -getting the very stubborn beauty at his side to admit that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

Chapter 9 “Salome?” Hamilton spoke quietly behind her. “Are you okay today?” For Hamilton to notice anything at all about her was telling. It told her that she needed to get herself together and she’d been struggling with that ever since she’d allowed Tony into her apartment last night. In a single week, less than that actually, the man had punched a hole in the thin barrier she’d always maintained between reality and Los Regalos reality. For so long, because she’d had to, she put herself in a mental bubble. One where it was safe to think that it didn’t matter that she had sex with clients for money or that there wouldn’t be any consequences later for her because of it. One where she could tell herself it was okay that she had no one to love for herself because she’d find someone later and still be young enough to enjoy him. And then along came Tony. Oh, he claimed that it shouldn’t have anything to do with him. He told her she should rethink her life for her own sake, not because she felt anything for him. Then why were her palms sweating and her heart racing at the thought of the client joining them in their sex play today? Was it because she needed to rethink her life? She knew that wasn’t the truth. It was because she did feel something for him. It wasn’t just wanting someone in her life to love. She wanted Tony. “Salome?” Christ, what was wrong with her? Yes, she’d fallen for Tony but did that mean everything had to seem so dismal now? “Yeah, I’m okay,” she finally answered her supervisor. “Why?”

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“You’re watching the new girl awfully hard. Usually you don’t give a rat’s ass about anyone else’s show.” Ashley was in the presentation room at the moment and Salome sat watching through the two-way glass, the same place where her client watched her and Tony. She’d gone in because she thought it would offer her total privacy. She should have known Hamilton would come in here beforehand to make sure everything was ready for her show with Tony and Mr. Starr. Ashley kneeled on the floor on the other side of the glass with naked men on either side of her. She held their cocks in her hands, sucking first on one then the other. Just as she predicted, Ashley hadn’t heeded her advice and now she was caught up in the same trap she’d fallen into. “Not a bad little cocksucker,” Hamilton said, chuckling. “Too bad the dancing didn’t work out for her but there’s always work on this side for her.” Salome’s heart squeezed in her chest at the thought. Ashley wouldn’t get to dance and obtain the fame she so obviously wanted. She’d just be a whore. What a nightmare. “What do you mean the dancing didn’t work out? I heard Sophie was training her. She’s the best choreographer and trainer in Los Regalos. No way Ashley couldn’t at least be a chorus girl.” “Didn’t you hear? Sophie’s contract is up. She’s going back to the world.” No, she hadn’t heard that. Shit. “By the way, Mr. Starr will be unable to join you in the flesh today. Seems he overindulged in a party last night. There’ll still be a three-way and he’ll be watching. I picked out Enrique to take his place. I hope you don’t mind.” No, she didn’t mind at all. She was relieved in fact to a degree. There would still be a third party involved, a young man she’d worked with before a handful of times. It wasn’t the same as fucking the client. At least Enrique was in the same situation as her. He wasn’t the one calling the shots, just doing a job. And Tony would be there. “I can live with that.” She tried to sound bored, like the old Salome.

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“Can you?” Salome glanced in his direction to find him watching her intently. “Sure, why not?” She went for flippant. “It’s a job.” Hamilton shook his head, a small smirk playing about his mouth. “You’re not yourself, Salome. It worries me.” She stood up then. Time to make a grand exit and play the diva. That’s what she normally would have done. “Not getting enough sleep these days?” she teased even though she knew somehow he wasn’t going to buy it. “Or are you wired? Because I think you’re paranoid.” “I’m sleeping just fine, Salome. You’re the one who looks like an insomniac. Got a lot on your mind lately?” “Is that a shot about my appearance?” “No, it’s a shot about your attitude. You’re preoccupied, Salome. Ever since you started this particular assignment.” “Today’s the third and last day, Hamilton. Then it’s over. Big deal.” She couldn’t continue the conversation with him. She couldn’t risk giving something away when he was clearly on to her and looking at her for clues as to what was going on. He let her go, not saying more to her as she made her way out of the viewing room, out into the hallway, and into the dressing room where Tony now waited for her. Tony’s gorgeous smile had her insides quivering with delight. She wanted to fling herself into his arms, but knew she didn’t dare. It was enough just now to bask in his sensual gaze, to feel desired for once in a real way. He made her feel desired as a woman and not just a piece of meat for someone’s idea of kink. The door opened quietly behind her and Enrique walked in. When Salome turned back to Tony, she found him eyeing her in question. Walking to his side, she gently clutched at his muscular forearm before his arms could cross his chest as they normally did when he wasn’t certain of his situation. “The

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client will only be watching again today according to Hamilton. They’ve picked Enrique to replace him. He’s a dancer like me.” Tony cocked a tawny brow at her. “You’ve worked with him before?” She didn’t miss the emphasis he placed on the word “worked” and nodded. “Are you going to be okay?” She nodded again. “This is a much better scenario,” she whispered, “though I wish it was just you and me again.” Tony nodded and she read understanding in his gaze. “Tony? Hamilton suspects something is up.” “I’m not surprised.” Tony lowered his voice. “He’s known you a lot longer than I have and I find you pretty easy to read.” It figured. The light switched from red to green. “Follow my lead,” Tony ordered Enrique, taking her off guard. Enrique nodded, leading them into the presentation room. The men moved to the center of the mat and she decided to put on a little show for them. Most of her attention was on Tony and she watched the muscles at his jaw tighten when she pushed down the black leather bra she wore and pulled it off. She shimmied out of her leather thong and kicked it aside in true dancer style. A quick glance at Enrique showed his dark brown eyes filled with the same lust that glittered in Tony’s as they fastened on her. Enrique was already pulling off the black shirt he wore, tossing it to the floor as she watched. His fingers worked frantically at the fastenings of his jeans. He’d been a last minute substitution so she guessed they hadn’t had time to come up with leather gear for him to wear. Tony stood motionless, wearing only black leather pants, his eyes a dark brew of desire and appreciation. They would make her scream in pleasure. Anticipation hung thick in the air, making her feel light headed and incredibly sexy.

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Naked now, Enrique stepped around Tony to reach her, but she held out a hand to stay him. Dropping to her knees in the center of the mat, Salome spread her thighs for them. Her fingers slid down to the slick lips of her pussy, the scent of her own arousal drifting up on the heat of her body. She began to tease her clit with her fingers, moaning as she stimulated herself and got ready for what was coming. She would only admit to herself that she did enjoy ménage and with Tony, she was really looking forward to it. When she slipped a finger into her pussy, Tony’s body tightened visibly. Enrique’s erection stood up high against his belly, hard and waiting. Both men looked at her like they might pounce on her at any moment and she loved it. Enrique moved in on her, stalking her, and Tony didn’t seem to mind. Salome pressed her pussy lips back, her eyes on Tony the entire time, not Enrique. She knew what Enrique was about to do and wanted it. She wanted Tony to watch the other man eat her pussy. A fog of pure desire enveloped Salome, clouding her mind to everything but Enrique’s hands sliding under the globes of her ass and his tongue beginning to trace the glistening folds she offered him. Tony’s eyes were so dark with lust they looked black and were filled with heat as they locked with hers. Desire rode her hard as Enrique began to lick her pussy, slow strokes that pulled mewling cries from her throat. Tony watched, just like she wanted him to. That along with Enrique’s wicked tongue creating teasing circles around her clit nearly pushed her over the edge. Tony finally had enough of watching and approached, dropping to his knees behind her. He gently pulled her body back against his chest, holding her as Enrique’s tongue focused on her clit, lapping at it with quick flicks that were destroying her sanity. “You like that, don’t you?” Tony’s whisper heated her ear. “You like me to watch?”

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“Yes!” She clutched frantically at Tony’s arms, her head thrashing back and forth against his chest while Enrique’s tongue slid down to her opening and began to dart in and out like a stiff little cock. “What else do you want?” Tony went on. She was beyond talking now. Enrique’s eyes glittered like dark obsidian when he lifted his head and gently traced the entrance of her cunt with the tip of his finger. Her thighs clamped around his tormenting hand, but Tony decided that wouldn’t do for him. Firmly clasping her inner thighs in his hands, he pressed them wide to give the other man greater access to her aching pussy. Enrique first slid one long finger into her body, then a second. Easily they slid in and out on the wetness of her excitement and to her delight he began to scissor them slightly within her, burning and stretching her. Her belly tightened amid the growing pleasure and she twisted in Tony’s grip, clutching at his forearms desperately as a wave of pure lust threatened to crash over her. Enrique’s tongue resumed its busy work on her clit while he finger fucked her and Salome came hard. Tony held her tight while exquisite sensation shook her entire being and her high cries filled the room around them. And they’d only just gotten started. Using the wetness from her passage, Enrique slid a finger down to the tight ring of her anus. Her body trembled in anticipation while he traced that tiny entrance, over and over. She jerked when Tony’s hand slid over to her pussy. One of his rough fingers slid across the quivering flesh of her thigh to the wet slit of her cunt. Tony pushed a finger inside her, while Enrique gently began to push the tip of his finger into her ass. “You want us at the same time?” “Yes,” she answered easily. Enrique grinned and she felt Tony’s hot erection jerking through his leather pants against her lower back. “We’ll need the lube.” Tony nodded toward the table by the glass.

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Tony dropped kisses along the back of her neck while Enrique dashed to the table for the lubricant. He returned quickly and the lust she read in his expression mirrored what she felt. Her pussy walls clenched when he dropped to his knees and put the tube of lubricant down. His gaze fastened on the flesh between her thighs. “I want her pussy now.” Enrique kept his voice low. Tony’s fingers slid from her body. He shifted to sit by her side, lowering her to the mat that was warm from his body. Tony moved closer to her with a deliciously wicked grin playing on his lips. He pulled off the leather pants he wore to reveal the hard, ready length of his cock and her heart began beating faster. Before he could offer it to her, Salome gently grabbed his heated length in her fingers. She ran her tongue over the smooth crown of his cock before sucking it into her mouth. Fire raced through her veins as Tony’s cock filled her mouth, thick and hot. Her lips closed around him and she began to suckle him, using controlled strokes just like the ones Enrique’s tongue was tracing through the sensitized slit of her pussy. Tony’s untamed taste filled her mouth, made her feel a measure of heady control. Tony groaned loudly, pushing himself between her lips, then pulling back so she could lave his engorged head with her tongue. His sensual taste combined with Enrique’s tormenting mouth captured her senses. She pushed herself up at the other man, wanting more of his tongue. Salome moaned around Tony’s cock when two long fingers plunged into her cunt. Enrique had always known what to do with his hands and now he was stroking all of the sensitive places within her until she was a quivering mass. It became a battle to maintain her suction on her lover’s cock. The room around her seemed to spin. Enrique finally lifted his head and climbed over her. Juices seeped from her pussy while she watched his cock lower to the aching channel that needed it. She gasped as the swollen head began to stretch her and work slowly up into her pussy. She sucked Tony’s cock for all she was worth, as if it would get Enrique’s cock buried inside her faster.

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“I’m not going to last long,” Tony growled, pulling himself from her mouth just as Enrique gained a steady, comfortable rhythm within her. The push and drag of his rigid cock stretched her, pushing her closer toward the release she needed so badly. “Put her on top of you,” Tony told the other man. Enrique pulled out of her, stretching out on his back. Tony hauled her up by grabbing her beneath the arms, draping her over Enrique. Her pussy was presented to the two-way glass and her back to the man beneath her. Enrique’s cock, just beneath her, was a temptation that she couldn’t resist grinding her aching flesh against. Salome pleasured herself until she felt Enrique’s fingers searching between her thighs, teasing her as he spread the juices from her pussy back to the other small entrance he meant to claim. Intense desire had her tight muscles clenching on the tip of his finger as it pushed into her, burning and stretching her anus. Tony’s strong fingers eased into her wet folds from the front where he sat now, finding the throbbing nub of her clit and drawing lazy circles around it. Urging her up on her knees, Enrique pulled his cock from beneath her. She felt the cool and wet lubricant on his fingers as they smoothed over the entrance to her ass. Then she felt pressure when he pressed the head of his cock at her tight back entrance and she shivered in anticipation. While Tony’s fingers devastated her with considerable skill, slight pain and pleasure bloomed in her ass when the head of Enrique’s cock pushed into her. Grabbing her about the waist, Enrique held her still, allowing her to adjust to the feel of him. Salome, however, wasn’t new to anal sex. It didn’t take long for her to help ease herself further down on him. It took a long time for him to work his way into her, but he wouldn’t be rushed. Once Enrique’s cock was completely sheathed in her ass, Tony lowered his mouth to her pussy as the other man began to move in and out of her from behind with maddening slowness. Salome cried out in pleasure, in need. Her inner walls quivered and pulsed. Watching Tony tease her clit with swift lashes of his tongue while Enrique’s

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enormous cock filled her ass pushed her over the edge. Her scream rang loudly around the small space of the presentation room. The men, however, were unrelenting in their efforts to pleasure her. They kept at her until the spasms eased. Tony finally lifted his head and brushed his lips over hers, giving her a taste of her own unique flavor. Waves of carnal bliss electrified her nerve endings when Tony rose on his knees in front of her. He pressed against the aching opening of her pussy and then she was pleasantly reminded of how tight that passage would be with another cock filling her ass. Enrique slowed his movements as Tony began to slowly work his way into her pussy. With quick easy strokes, Tony eased into her until she felt she was spiraling out of control. Somewhere in her awareness, Salome heard the screams and pleas ringing out in the room. They certainly had to be hers, but she had no control over them or herself. Tony’s lips closed around one aching nipple, laving the hard little peak with his tongue while his cock pushed deeper inside her. When he was finally balls deep in her pussy, Salome completely lost it. The two men began to move within her and she was aware of nothing else, not even the client who was watching them from behind the glass. The addictive rhythm they established inside her devastated her. Four hands searched out all of her favorite, erogenous places. One stroke after another, their cocks stretched and burned her. Each thrust sent exquisite pleasure racing through every inch of her. The pangs of orgasm were riding up on her hard. “Tony, please,” she begged. She clutched his shoulders with her fingers, her nails digging into his flesh. Release like a hundred explosions wracked her body while she screamed and howled, fighting to remain conscious in the wake of the carnal storm of sensation. The men weren’t done with her yet. They were lost in their own torrent of lust while the room spun wildly and orgasm claimed her again. Her body spasmed again

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and again, each movement of their cocks setting off new explosions of pleasure that left her reeling. They were relentless, not giving her respite even as she recovered from her climax. They continued pushing inside her, one sliding in as the other slid out. They pushed at her until the next powerful orgasm claimed her with more intensity than the first. They followed her in release not long after that. Tony threw his head back and shouted as blasts of hot semen shot into her. Behind her Enrique shook and yelled and the walls of her ass fluttered around his cock as he came. The light switched almost instantly from green to red and the men gently pulled free of her. Enrique nodded to them before gathering his clothing and heading for the dressing room. Once he was gone, the awkward moment was over and Tony pulled her into his arms. “Are you okay?” It made her happy to feel his body shaking as hers was. “I’m okay.” The sound of someone clearing his throat in the doorway caught their attention. Salome’s heart sped up to see Hamilton standing there with a look of clear disapproval on his face. “Salome, I want to see you in my office in five minutes.” Turning on his heel, he was gone. She knew he wanted to finish the conversation they’d started earlier. Damn it. “This is not good.” “Tell him, Salma,” Tony urged. “You have to tell him how you feel.” “Tell him about us?” “Don’t make it about us, Salma. Make it about you. What do you want?” In her heart she knew he was right. It didn’t make any of it any easier. “I’d better go.” With shaking hands, she scooped up her bra and thong and headed for the dressing room.

Chapter 10 Salome sat across from Hamilton at the enormous desk in his office upstairs, determined to get through this “talk” with him somehow. She knew he intended to badger her about what had gone wrong with this assignment as he saw it. She also knew that Tony expected her to tell Hamilton what she’d like to change about her current arrangement in Los Regalos. Her heart raced and her mind raced with the knowledge of just what was at stake for her. If she screwed up, she could lose the money her family depended on. Worse, she could end up stuck like poor Ashley, just a whore to be used again and again until she was all washed up. “What’s up?” she asked him, trying to sound irritated, bored, annoyed. Anything she normally would have thrown at him. At least before her entire life had been upended anyway. Then again, it was a rare thing that she found herself in his office for any reason, a good thing, so she was in mostly unfamiliar territory. “What’s up with you?” Hamilton templed his fingers beneath his chin and studied her through his very expensive glasses. His eyes, hard and cynical icy blue unlike the warm summer sky blue of Tony’s, locked with hers. What did she say to that? It was pointless to lie to the man she’d worked with for seven years now. He knew her fairly well. “You’re right, there is something up.” She just didn’t know how to tell him. “What is it? No bullshit.” “No bullshit? Okay.” She could do this. “I don’t want to be pimped out anymore, Hamilton.”

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Now her heart pounded so hard she was certain it would burst out of her chest. Her request was made now and anticipation was about to eat her alive as he continued to study her. Hamilton didn’t look surprised. “Why is that exactly?” He pushed the small frames of his glasses up on his perfectly straight nose. “Or should I ask who?” “It sounds like you already have a good idea why.” He nodded at that, never breaking the gaze. “As you pointed out to me earlier, Salome, it’s been a three-day gig. Do you expect me to believe that you want to throw away your very successful career on some guy you’ve fucked for three days in a row?” It did sound ridiculous when he put it that way. Still, it was done now. She couldn’t control her feelings and she did have feelings for Tony. She wanted to be with him and she couldn’t do that and still fuck whoever Hamilton told her to on a daily basis. Jealousy would tear Tony away from her and resentment would tear her apart. “Yes, I do expect you to believe it. It’s done. We want to be together, Hamilton. I can’t do that and what I’m doing now. You know that.” He blew out an exhale, a clear sign that he was losing patience. “Think about it for a moment. Do you realize what you’re saying? You’re thinking about giving up your career for a guy who’s going to get tired of you very quickly once you’re not the star of the show anymore.” “Excuse me?” She knew what he was trying to do, to plant doubt. “He works here you know,” Hamilton pointed out. “I know.” “I’ve seen him watching your show, night after night. What do you think he’s hung up on exactly? You think he just loves you for you?” That pissed her off. “You think I’m not worthy of love, Hamilton?” “That’s not the point. Think. Will he love you once you’re no longer the famous Salome?”

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“Don’t you think I’ve thought about this, Hamilton? I’d like to think that if he was just about who I am, or who he thinks I am, that he’d try to stop me from talking to you about this. Instead he’s encouraged me. Interesting, huh?” Her supervisor shook his head, smirking. “Maybe he didn’t think you’d really do it.” “Hamilton, cut the crap.” Jumping out of the chair, she began to pace, the crimson robe she wore fluttering around her. She was grateful just now that she’d taken off her stilettos before she’d met with him. “It’s not just him. I’m not that old or worldly, not as much as I’d like to think I am sometimes, but I’m not stupid either. If not him, someone else would have come along. We were going to have this talk sooner or later.” She stopped then, folding her arms across her chest just like Tony did when he was faced with a situation he didn’t like, and met his gaze squarely. “It’s mostly for me, Hamilton. I love being the star of the show and Salome, but getting it on with anyone you bring to me? Day by day it’s tearing me down.” “You think it’s just you?” He leaned back in his chair, placing his palms flat on the cluttered surface of his desk. “And no one is going to know when you get back to the world. How likely are you to meet any of the tourists you’ve known back there? You don’t come from the world of money, you know.” That was a shot. Sure, she came from a poor family in Mexico that didn’t have a lot of money but that didn’t make her or them lower class people. “I’ll know.” She kept focused on her goal. “That’s enough. I’ll know what I am and what I did.” “You’ve been doing it for seven years and you just now decided it bothered you?” She didn’t miss the sarcasm in his tone. “No, it’s always bothered me. It’s just now I’ve decided to face how I felt. I’m asking for what I want. You’ll either give it to me or you won’t.” Hamilton nodded, his lips pressed into a thin line. “What you’re asking for will end your show career, you know. I can’t present you to the public and then tell clients

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you’re off limits to them sexually. Whoever I show them has to hold to the contract to give them anything they desire.” “I know that. Our special contract. I know you can make me fuck people night and day like you’re doing to poor Ashley too. Don’t you think that scares the hell out of me? This isn’t easy, you know.” His eyes widened behind his glasses. “Poor Ashley?” “Why have her down here just fucking people? She has an education. Couldn’t she go somewhere else in Los Regalos and do something that she’s got experience with?” “She’s in my area and my area is in charge of stripping and dipping. You know that.” His voice was tighter now. “What would you have me do with her?” “What are you going to do with me?” she wanted to know. The sound of his exhale filled the quiet room. “Salome, you’ve been one of the jewels in my crown and you’re an idiot if you don’t know that. For the seven years I’ve had you, you’ve done everything I asked of you without bitching and that counts for something.” Dared she hope that he’d actually cut her a break?

“Let me think about,” Hamilton said finally.

“Thank you,” she told him. “Thank you.”

“I can’t make any promises.”

“I know.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Am I sure about what?”

“What if Tony leaves you three months from now? Can you live without being

Salome?” “If I’m not just putting out, sure. I can live without it.” Hamilton nodded, waved her out of his office.

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Salome felt hopeful, really hopeful, for the first time in years as she walked out into the hallway. She didn’t know what would happen now but she’d at least tried to make things better for herself. It was a start. Smiling, she decided to head for Tony’s apartment for a little while before her rehearsal.

Chapter 11 Six months later… Salma smiled at Tony when he walked into the studio, the best thing she’d seen all day. It didn’t take him long to reach her and when he did, he treated her to quite a suggestive kiss right in front of everyone. Not that she cared right now. She was in charge as choreographer, after all, and at the moment she was put out with everyone in the room except for him and Ashley, who was her assistant now. The two lead dancers were pissed at each other and everyone else kept missing steps or missing turns today. “Ashley, keep them going,” she said loud enough to be heard over the music. Ashley nodded and Salma led Tony off to a corner of the room so they could actually hear each other over the loud music. “Bad day?” Tony had always been able to read her easily and today was no exception. “Terrible. This show is going to suck. I don’t know how Sophie did it.” “A few months ago, you were saying how you could do things so much better than Sophie,” Tony pointed out. She had to laugh at that. Yes, she had said that but back then she hadn’t realized just how challenging the job could be. It was a lot of hard work. There were a lot of personalities to deal with and days where nothing seemed to work. It was wonderful. She loved designing shows and so far each one of them had been very well received. Instead of one “Salome” there were four very popular lead female dancers and the club was packed night after night for the show. Hamilton’s little den of sin not only continued but had quadrupled its business with the flock of new talent that had emerged.

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Los Regalos aside, she was incredibly happy with life. She was proud of what she did. The thunderous applause for a show she put together was so much more gratifying than the applause she’d once received for her own dancing. She could return to the world now when her twenty years were up with her head high. She shared an apartment with Tony who now managed security on the main floor of the Ropacabana. At the end of the day, she got to be in his and only his arms. Life was good. “Are you almost done here?” he asked. Salma loved the little grin he wore on his face. “You want me to leave early?” “Can you?” His eyes were deep blue as his gaze moved over her and her insides quivered in response. “Possibly. We’re not putting on this show for another week. I could let Ashley wrap it up.” “Do it.” Ashley was happy to take the reins and Salma left early with Tony, surprised when he stopped in front of a maintenance closet at the end of the hall instead of leading her to the elevator. Yanking open the closet, he shoved her inside and locked the door behind them. It was totally dark. She heard a click a split second before he snapped on the light. Salma’s insides melted at the hunger in his gaze as it roamed over her body. He backed her against the wall, sending broom and mop handles sliding crazily away. His hands closed over her breasts while he claimed her mouth in a passionate kiss that left her barely remembering her name. Tony’s tongue explored her mouth as the hard length of his cock pressed against her belly, nudging insistently. His fingers felt magical as they slid under her shirt and into her bra, teasing her nipples into hard little points. She moaned when he broke the kiss and slid down her body, sinking onto his heels before her. Her fingers sank into the silky strands of his hair when he pulled off her yoga pants and thong. His warm breath felt so good against the exposed petals of

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her pussy. Hooking one of her legs over his shoulder, he dove for her with his mouth, his fingers spreading her open so his tongue could worry the aching bud that craved his touch. Her thighs trembled while he devastated her with his mouth, his tongue a wicked flame that teased her clit and darted in and out of her greedy cunt in turns. Salma was about to come when he stood and quickly unfastened his jeans to free his hard, ready cock. Tony pulled one of her legs up to his hip and entered her in the same moment, a single smooth motion that made her breath catch. She moaned in pleasure as he filled her pussy and began to drive up into her body as she clenched tightly around him. Tony easily lifted her so she could wrap her legs around his waist. He held her pinned to the wall, cupping her ass in his hands. His thrusts were strong and steady. Salma grabbed at his hair and his shirt as the tension came on and a wave of exquisite lust poised to claim her. “Come for me, Salma.” His breath was hot in her ear. It pushed her over the edge as her body convulsed around him and her thighs clamped around his waist like a vise. Salma’s cries echoed in the small closet while the orgasm rocked her. He continued his driving rhythm before throwing his head back and shouting. His grip tightened on her as his thrusts slowed. The harsh sound of their breathing blended and filled the small space as they held each other. “Sorry. I couldn’t wait,” he explained. She grinned at him, panting. “It worked for me.” “This is a first for me, I guess.” His eyes twinkled at her. He was still inside her, still holding her up against the wall. Even though he was probably toying with her, her heart squeezed in her chest under that tender gaze. “Your first time in a closet?” She had to laugh. “Mine too actually.” “No, that’s not what I meant.” Now she was curious. “What did you mean?”

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“I meant this is the first time I’ve ever felt this way about a woman. The way I feel about you.” Pulling him into her arms, Salma kissed him for all she was worth. He allowed it for only a moment before he broke the kiss. “Let me finish.” He laughed. Salma nodded but she didn’t join him in laughing. She knew that somewhat serious look. Something was on his mind. “What, Tony?” He took a deep breath and paused. Just long enough for her to start thinking something was wrong. “I love you,” he simply said. A joy like nothing she’d ever experienced before welled up inside her. “I love you too.” And she wasn’t just repeating it back to him. She meant it. She realized it the moment the words were out. This time Tony kissed her with a tenderness and patience that had her melting against him. Salma tightened her arms around him and never intended to let him go.

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