Cat Haus - The Complete Story (5 page)

"Where were you last night?" Sahara whispered to me once Gus had left the room.

"He sent me out on a house call."

"Wow." Her eyes widened. "You make a ton of cash for that?"

"Nah. Not really." I shrugged, not about to give any details about the arrangement Gus and I had made, and not because I was worried about Gus's privacy, either. My business was my own.

These girls were my friends—in a way—but I tended to keep things close to the vest. Habit I'd gotten into years ago when I realized people would smile to your face until you left the room. Then they'd be the first to talk behind your back.

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice
. . .

"You're lucky you weren't around," Sahara continued in a lowered voice. "Gus was in a crap mood last night. He ended up throwing Tiffany out of his bedroom when she didn't blow him the right way."

I smothered a smile, enjoying that information. Cutting Gus off from my company for the next two weeks had obviously pissed him off. I liked pissing Gus off. Guess I’m easily pleased.

A guy walked through the door and ended our conversation as every girl stood a little taller. Tits out. Smiles on. Eyelids lowered just enough to make us look like we needed to fuck and he was the only man who would satisfy our needs.

Showtime.

We lined up and said our names in succession as his gaze moved from one girl to the next. Since I was near the end of the lineup, it gave me an opportunity to observe him before he got to me.

This guy was big. Not big in the gut, like Gus, but big like he could comprise the entire defense for a pro football team all by himself. We got high profile clients all the time at the Cat Haus, so for all I knew he might be a pro ballplayer. If this guy was pulling down six mill a year, I'd definitely negotiate a higher price and not feel one bit of guilt.

I really should keep up with sports more.

He wasn't bad looking. Not at all. He was white but with skin that hinted at a bit of black or maybe Hispanic blood somewhere in his heritage. His dark hair was cropped short. High cheekbones set off piercing blue-green eyes some girls would kill to have as their own.

There was a lull and I realized that while I had been distracted, they'd reached my turn in the lineup.

"Hi, I'm Cate," I introduced myself and hoped no one noticed I hadn't been paying all that much attention while I sized up Mr. Big's wallet along with his bulk.

Next to me, Sahara had just opened her mouth to say her name when our guest pinned me with his gaze and said, "I'll take you."

"Me?" I asked.

"Yup." He nodded.

"Sure. My pleasure. Have you been here before or is this your first time?" I stepped forward and looped my arm through his as I launched into the standard repartee we'd all been trained in.

He glanced down at me and I realized exactly how tall he was. "I'm not real into small talk."

"All right. Would you like a drink from the bar?"

"No."

"So you want to go in back?" We negotiated in the privacy of our rooms. What he wanted. What I was willing to do. What he was willing to pay for it. That kind of stuff.

He nodded again. The silence was a bit unnerving, though I guess it was no worse than having to deal with a chatterbox. Some guys never shut the hell up. Nerves, I guess.

I led him back to my room. He watched me close the door. His gaze tracked me to where I'd picked up a menu of what the Cat Haus provided customers. "Would you like to take a look at what we offer?"

"I know what I want."

"Okay." I smiled. "Tell me. What do you want?"

Big man reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. He tossed it on the bed and I could see it was all hundreds. A few thousand worth. "I want two hours."

My brow rose. "It's usually best to negotiate the acts we'll be doing, rather than the time you want to spend since that can vary."

"I want to do anything I want for the next two hours."

I glanced at the wad of bills. It wasn't nearly enough for me to allow this man to do
anything
he wanted to me. Some guys were into some pretty sick shit. I shook my head.

"That's not enough?" His brow drew down low. His tone sounded angry.

"It's not the amount that's the issue."

"Then what is it?"

I chose to tell him the absolute truth, which didn't happen all that often. "It's the word
anything
. That leaves quite a bit open."

He glanced at the door, and then at me. "That big guy who let me in is still out there. Right?"

"Gus? Yes. He owns the place so he's pretty much always around here somewhere."

"Then what are you worried about?"

He was right. Gus may be a dickhead but we were his income and he wanted to protect at least that, if not us. What big guy here didn't know was that though Gus wasn't just outside my door, ready to swoop in and rescue me from any deranged whackos, he had installed a button in every room. It turned on an intercom that fed directly to the office, which was manned by someone twenty-four/seven—the hours the Cat Haus was open for business. If any girl got nervous, she just had to hit that button and the office could listen in, and come help if the situation warranted.

"All right. Deal." I scooped up the cash and tossed it into the drawer next to the bed. I turned back to find he'd advanced toward me. He was so close and so large, I felt very small and in spite of our agreement, a bit uncomfortable.

Fisting my hair, he yanked my head back with one hand until I was staring up at him. His other hand he shoved between my legs, rubbing me through the fabric of the bottoms that matched my corset. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you scream."

I swallowed, believing him and suddenly wondering if his dick would be in proportion to his height, because this close he towered over me like King Kong and I was as helpless in his hands as Jessica Lange.

"I like it rough." He was watching his hand as he rubbed over my clit, through my clothes but hard enough it started to get me excited.

His gaze moved to my face. "You afraid of me?"

"No." I swallowed hard.

"Liar." He smiled, a sick, psycho kind of smile that lit his face with a maniacal glow. He'd be an attractive man aside from the crazy killer look. "Tell me the truth."

My heart pounded and I realized how hard it was to breathe in this corset and with my neck yanked back at this angle. I wasn't about to give him the answer he wanted so I didn't say anything.

He finally released the grip he had on my hair but only so he could yank the bottom of my outfit down my legs. My bare mound faced him, making his eyes narrow. "Get on your hands and knees on the bed."

I crawled onto the mattress as he'd instructed, feeling very exposed. The muscles in my pussy and my ass clenched as thoughts of what he might do to me careened through my brain. I was starting to throb in anticipation. Fucked up as it seemed, and as frightened as I was, I was still getting turned on.

Shoving two fingers inside me, he fucked me with them as he said, "You're wet. You like this."

Not seeing the need to answer, I didn't.

"You like it in the ass?"

This I did answer. "No."

He laughed, which scared me. My ass tightened in reaction. "We'll see."

I swallowed hard, remembering the sizable amount of cash in the drawer. He'd paid good money, and I'd accepted it. Time to pay the piper.

He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and pressed the tip of one into my asshole, slower, gentler than I'd expected from him. "Fuck, you're tight. Guess that's why you've got this big jug of lube here next to the bed."

I felt him pull the finger out of me, and then heard him pumping the bottle of lube.

Two hours. I'd sold him two hours to do anything he wanted, short of something bad enough it would require me to press the intercom and scream for help. I really needed to work on my negotiating skills. He pressed deep into my ass with a slick finger that felt like the size of a Polish kielbasa. With his other hand he reached between my legs and found my bare clit. My muscles clenched in response.

"Greedy little thing, aren't you? I feel you squeezing. I think you want me to fuck your ass." He rotated the finger inside my ass while moving it in and out, the lube making it easier for him to go deep. When I didn't reply, he pinched my clit. "Don't you?"

He breached me with a second slick finger until I felt uncomfortably full. At the same time he remained zeroed in on my clit, working me toward orgasm.

What answer was he looking for here? The truth or a lie? Again, inexplicably, I opted for the truth. "No."

"I'm gonna prove you're lying. I'm gonna fuck you in the ass until you come." His hands left me briefly and I heard the sound of his pants hitting the floor. Then he was back, his cock nudging at my pussy. "First I'm gonna fuck your pussy. Then I'm going to put my dick in your ass and fuck you until you scream because it feels so good."

My muscles clenched as he spoke about what he was going to do to me, and he must have felt it. "You afraid of me? Of what I'm going to do to you? You want me to stop? Tell me to stop."

He was getting off on my fear. The realization hit me hard enough I wanted to slap myself in the forehead. Of course. I couldn't believe I hadn't realized it before. This was a rape fantasy for him and he was willing to shell out a lot of cash for it, and for me to playact the frightened victim. I figured at least the guy was smart enough to get his kicks this way. Better me here than him going out and doing it with some girl on a date.

"Please. Don't." I played along. It wasn't hard. This guy was hung and I was terrified of what his cock would do to my ass if he made good on his threat and wasn't gentle about it.

Plunging his dick deep into my pussy, he laughed. "You know you want it. All girls say they don't, but they do. They want it bad."

He started working on my clit again with one hand while he plowed his cock into me from behind.

"No. I don't want it. Please stop."

"I'll have you begging me for it. Just wait and see." He held still inside me and I heard the lube pump again. He circled my tight hole with a fingertip and my muscles contracted in reaction. "Go ahead. Try and keep me out. Squeeze harder. I love it."

His fingers slid inside, stretching me wide. His other hand on my clit and his cock stroking inside my pussy had me gasping. I bore down and the sensations intensified. He groaned behind me. "Thought you didn't like this."

"I don't," I answered as he fucked my ass faster with his fingers.

"Too bad." He pulled out. I glanced over my shoulder and saw him staring down at the cock in his hand, his full concentration on getting it good and slick with the lube.

I noticed at some point he'd rolled on a condom without my even asking him to. I appreciated that, but didn't mention it now. It was time to get back to the show. "Please, don't do this. Fuck my pussy all you want, but not my ass. Please."

"Sorry, babe. No can do. I'm an ass man, and I'm gonna stretch your pretty little hole wide." He moved back to stand behind me, my ass high and totally exposed and vulnerable. His for the taking and he took. The wide head of his cock pushed past the tight ring of muscles that were hell bent on keeping him out. He pushed deeper and I panicked.

"Wait." I wasn't playacting the reluctant lover this time. This guy was big and I was tight. It was a frightening combination.

"This is going to happen. I'm fucking your ass and I'm not gonna stop until I shoot my load deep inside you." At least he'd stopped pushing in.

Resigned, I nodded. "I know. I just need a second. You're big."

"I never heard a woman complaining about that before."

"Then you must have never shoved your big cock inside a woman's ass before."

I hissed in a breath as he withdrew, the outward stroke feeling nearly as uncomfortable as when he pushed inside.

"Not true." His hands gripped my hips, his long fingers spanning over my skin. Holding me still, he pressed inside again, slow, but steady. "My ex loved anal. She liked it in the ass so much we did it all the time. I guess she was kinda stretched from it. Not like you. Damn, you're tight. This your first time?"

"No, but I don't usually do this, so first time in a very long time." When a client came looking for anal, Tiffany usually jumped right up and took him while I avoided eye contact and became very busy with someone else.

"Why don't you like it?" he asked, sounding truly baffled.

"It doesn't feel good." I kind of wanted to whip out my biggest dildo, stick it in his ass and see how he felt about it.

"If it didn't feel good then you were doing it wrong. You got a vibe?" he asked as he pulled all the way out.

That was an interesting question, and it surprised me. "In the box on top of the nightstand."

I heard him looking through the assortment of my toys in the box. I thought maybe we were done with the ass play, but then he was back, nudging his way inside my ass with that wide head of his cock. I'd let my hips sag, relieved when he pulled out of me before. I tensed up again now.