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The quickie: (Excerpt from Forceful Negotiations, Carmine Club No. 01)
The quickie: (Excerpt from Forceful Negotiations, Carmine Club No. 01)
Scott
gripped Cam’s elbow, walking him past their hostess. “The auction’s very
simple, really.” The other man gestured toward the long room and stepped back.
Cam’s eyes widened. The brass luggage carts seen dotting the property during
his arrival had been pressed into double duty. They were large carts, with
thick brass rods about five and a half feet tall at each corner, curving to intersect over the center. A nude
woman knelt on the red carpet lining the base of each wheeled stand. Their arms
were raised above their heads, wrists clasped by silver metal handcuffs. The
chains connecting those unyielding bracelets were wrapped around the ball-shaped
finial jutting from the top of each cart. The polished chrome shackles glittered
like diamonds against the mellow brass. Some women tugged at their bonds. Others
merely bowed their heads.
“You
were given a marker, right?” From the hint of peevishness in his boss’s tone, Cam
was certain Scott had had to repeat his question.
Slipping
his hand into his trouser pocket, Cam fingered the big red marble embellished
with his name in gold, much like a personalized golf ball. “Yes.” Surveying the
line of naked breasts, Cam mentally recited the amount he could afford to bid.
There were only thirteen women. Would three grand be enough? He could manage
four, even five grand, he supposed, but going into debt for pussy would derail his
plan to buy a building in the new city and renovate it into condos. Not to
mention, this was a recurring expense.
The
row of masked eyes and out thrust nipples made it hard to think about mundane
things like real estate. Every size and color of nipple, from large and brown
to small and pink stared back at him, their shapes emphasized by the stark
walls. Each hard peak stood erect, begging to be touched. The masks and the
women’s bare skin were the only color in the all-white room, save for the carts
and a few sinuous, gilded mirror frames. Behind Willa, a pier mirror stretched
almost to a ceiling he calculated to be sixteen feet. Positioned at the end of
the spacious room, the glass reflected a stunning row of curvy bottoms above
folded legs. A gust of arousal made his head swim.
If all goes well, Forceful Negotiations will be available next Saturday. Thanks for dropping in, and have a great week!
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