I reach a hand down and cup my expanding cock, feeling the lengthening thickness of it under my fingers as I turn the knob and let myself in. The room's filled with steam, buffering the space between Audra and me, and thankfully providing some sort of cover for the hideous bathroom décor.
“Lucas?” Audra's voice echoes off the walls of black subway tile, drawing me into the room as her face appears in the fog like a siren, emerging from the depths of a boiling sea. I keep my attention focused on her lips, on those frustratingly beautiful kelp green eyes, and do my best not to stare at the golden angels peering down at us from on high. Mrs. Braxton desperately needs the interior designer I always pretend to be. “Is it taken care of?” she asks, whispering like there's even a remote chance of us being heard in this tiled box of a bathroom.
“More than likely,” I say, reaching up to loosen my tie. Audra's disembodied gaze flickers down, pupils dilating as she watches my fingers slide along the red silk, teasing it open, just the way I'll be doing to her sooner rather than later. I smirk as the steam clears and Audra's naked body shimmers into view, her pale skin pink from the hot shower, breasts dripping with beads of warm water. I drop the tie on the floor, letting it pool in a crimson circle, like a spot of blood. “Provided the Braxtons don't suddenly decide they need space for a third pool.”
Audra blinks rapidly at me, like she's waking from a coma. I watch as her eyes drop down, taking in her nude form like she's only just realized what's about to happen between us.
“So now … what?” she asks, and I can see her throat working hard at swallowing.
“Now?” I ask, one brow raised in amusement. My stomach clenches with anticipation, freed from my anxiety and filled with the elation of knowing I've a job well done, tucked neatly under my belt. Yet another example of my practiced perfection, of staying calm and cool under pressure. I start to feel more like myself again. And as soon as I log Audra Holiday and the strange effects she has on me, file her away into the 'client' drawer, the better. “Now, I'm going to fuck you.” I don't rush, don't grab at her like a wild beast. I simply move my hands to the buttons on my shirt and methodically, painfully, undo them.
Audra crosses her arms over her chest, feigning modesty.
“What if I don't want to fuck you?” she asks, but not like she at all believes it. I don't respond, moving forward a few steps, just close enough to encourage Audra to back up into the shower. I notice she makes no move to close the glass door. I feign a shrug, one that belies how tense my muscles are, how ready I am for a release. The beast needs this. Now.
“Then I'll fuck Clarice instead,” I say, knowing it'll come to that anyway. I have to sate the bitch enough that she doesn't think overly hard about what Audra and I might've been doing on her property. One last romp with the beast, and I should be able to cut her loose. I turn away, dropping my shirt down my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Behind me, Audra Holiday's breath catches sharply. As I reach for the door handle, I glance over my shoulder. “And I guess you won't be getting paid.” The door swings open, letting in Clarice's screams of rage as she thrashes against the bed, hips thrusting with a violent need. It's only then that I realize there's a light buzzing sound underlying the raucous cries of Mrs. Braxton's desire.
Fingers crawl up the flesh of my back, kneading my muscles with a desperation I can feel mirrored inside my chest. Sex. It's time.
“You put a bullet vibe inside of her?” I ask conversationally, letting Audra drop her arms to the front of my slacks. The zipper slides down almost painfully slow. Hot lips sear my skin as Audra presses her mouth to the nape of my neck, leaning against me, breasts soft and wet against my back.
“I'm earning my pay,” she whispers, just before freeing my cock and letting it spring free into her eager hands. Long fingers curl around my shaft and slide down to the base, droplets of water easing the motion, gliding Audra's flesh against mine. I make sure Clarice is watching us before I spin and grab Audra by the hips, lifting her up and slamming her back into the casing around the door. The surprise on her face is priceless as I slide my cock into her warm heat, enjoying the feel of the moist red curls pressing against me as I grind our bodies together.
“Lucas!” Clarice moans, taking her kicking and thrashing to a whole new level. “I am the one paying you, so get your dick out of her and get over here!” A pause – which I ignore – and then Clarice continues shouting, punctuating the whisper of the shower and the slap of flesh on flesh with her ingratiating little voice. “Goddamn it, Lucas! I'm going to fucking kill you.” My green eyes lock on Audra's, my mouth curling into a slight sneer. The darkness rises up and over, consuming me, drowning my frustration with Mark's body, my confusion at Robbie's sudden confession, my strange obsession with Audra Holiday. I let it ride up and over me until there's nothing but hot pussy wrapped around my dick. “I'm going to gut you like a frigging fish,” Clarice sobs, and I can just hear the tears sliding down her face. Even at her worst, with her beast showing for all the world to see, she can't say the fucking F-word. Fuck that fucking bitch. At the very least, I can hear the sincerity in her voice. If she had a knife and was capable of it, she would very well try to gut me. Did I ever mention that Mrs. Braxton was previously Mrs. Tendor? In her early twenties and already a widow. It does cause the mind to wonder, doesn't it?