Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“Eeeee!” I shriek right in his face. “Owwwwwweee!”
We tumble over into the audience because I’m not exactly a small girl. But somehow, the man keeps his grip on me except that we’ve changed position. He’s still beneath me, cushioning my fall, but I’ve come upwards and over him so that my pussy’s pressed against his face. Even worse, somehow, my bikini bottoms got pulled to the side while I was doing my little slip n’ slide performance, and his mouth is on my bare cunt.
Oh my god! I scramble to get up, but it’s not easy when you’re covered in grease and wearing five-inch stilettos. It’s even harder when one of the aforementioned stilettos seems to have broken.
“Oh shit!” I scream again, twisting while trying to pull myself up. But all that happens is that I grind my cunt into the stranger’s face even more, pressing my vag lips against that mobile masculine mouth. Then, something really strange happens. The man parts his lips and licks my pussy. It’s fast, it’s quick, and it’s almost like it didn’t happen, except it did happen. This strange hulk of a man just took the opportunity to lick my cunt!
Before I can fully process what just happened, a fashion assistant appears at my side and helps pull me to my feet.
“Ainsley, are you okay?” Christine gasps, her blonde ponytail messy and face as pale as a sheet. “Should I call an ambulance? That was a real hard fall you took!”
Then, Bianca Moreno appears herself, queenly in a ravishing red gown.
“Security!” she calls while snapping her fingers. “Help this model, will you? My show must continue!”
Justin materializes out of nowhere as well, tall and handsome in his well-cut suit even if I can see disgust in his blue eyes.
“I’ll take over,” he announces before sweeping me into his arms like a damsel in distress. “Let’s get out of here because the show must continue.”
He takes off with me clinging to his shoulders, still shaking from the horrific fall. I’m not injured so much as I’m embarrassed and humiliated. I’m supposed to be a professional model, and yet I just tumbled ass over heels in front of a giant crowd, and the whole thing was caught on camera too!
But even crazier, as I’m carried off in Justin’s arms, my eyes meet those of the dark stranger. He’s at least six and a half feet tall, and gorgeous, with piercing blue eyes, and a knowing smirk on that mobile mouth. Even crazier, he grins at me and licks his lips, as if he’s savoring the taste of my pussy juice on his tongue. Oh my god, this man is so filthy .... but secretly, I already know I want to see him again.
2
Karl
She’s a character, that one. When Patrick O’Lachlan hired me as a bodyguard for his sister, he warned me fair and square.
“She’s sassy,” he said. “Ainsley was born with a stubborn streak, and I’ve never been able to stamp it out of her.”
“Meaning?” I asked, one black brow raised.
“Meaning that I should have whupped her ass when she was younger,” he replies without missing a beat. “Except I didn’t because corporal punishment would have landed me in jail. But trust me, there were times when I wanted to whup her ass so bad that I literally ended up beating the dog instead.”
I squint at him, suddenly disgusted.
“You beat off? To your own sister?” I say in an icy voice.
The Irishman turns to look at me, his blue eyes cold.
“No. I beat our family dog. I’m ashamed to admit it, and have never disclosed this to anyone. But there were times when my sister was so difficult to manage that I ended up taking out my anger on another living thing.”
I pause, seriously re-thinking the job.
“So your dog. Is it still around?”
Patrick turns to pour himself more alcohol, although I notice his fingers are trembling as he tilts the decanter. When he turns back to me, he’s regained his composure.
“No, Rusty’s long since gone, and hopefully of old age. After the first few times, I realized it couldn’t keep happening. So I gave the dog away and started going to therapy. Now you know the secrets of the O’Lachlan family. Are you sure you still want this gig?”
To be honest, I wasn’t sure. I’m not interested in sassy young women and their overbearing older brothers. I’m not interested in living in Las Vegas either, despite its reputation as Sin City. No, I’m interested in making money, and that’s about it. I just want to see the Benjamins hit my bank account because after twenty years as a professional soldier, it’s time to earn some real dough, and I don’t give a fuck what Patrick O’Lachlan says about his younger sister. She could be a fucking freak with three tits and two cunts, and I wouldn’t be bothered. But animal cruelty? No. I’m not down with that shit.