One To Watch (Fantasy Heights) (3 page)

“Show me how you like to be rubbed,” he directed.

She
moved her right hand, put her index and middle finger together, and set them on her clit. When she began to rub, she made quarter-sized circles, light at first until the she could feel her pussy begin to sweeten, and the torrent of liquid hunger began to spill into her blood.

“Just like that?” He sounded as if he couldn’t quite believe major stimulation didn’t involve some sort of circus-act contortion or skill.

“Mmm, just like that. Try it.”

He struggled at first, being at a different angle, but he soon had her sighing and closing her eyes and counting to ten to withstand stimulation.

“Okay, that’s good. Stop for a second. Let me catch my breath,” she said.

The sunglasses came off then. More relaxed and confident, he went into the treasure chest himself to find the butt plug.

A moment later, Amanda almost wished he’d turn shy again. He’d found one of the small metal bullet vibrators. Scott tested it first on her anus, making her cry out and her knees melt. He slid it along her perineum, over her sopping pussy, and hard onto her clit.

She dragged in a deep breath and tried to wrench back some control, barely managing it before he took the bullet away in favor of the butt plug. She walked him through how to insert it, deliberately slow, keeping her head clear as possible, buying time to cool down again while making sure he understood how careful and patient he had to be if his partner had never done any anal.

“It’s getting easier for me,” she said. “Have you ever tried it?”

He turned lobster red. “No.”

“Do you want to?”

He didn’t say no immediately. Likely he wasn’t feeling brave enough yet to say yes.

She pushed the issue. “Can I put my finger inside you? Just so you can feel for yourself what it’s like? It’s kind of weird at first but it does feel good, and if you let me play, the plug has time to stretch me.”

He agreed, albeit not without some hesitation. Probably like most guys his age he worried what it might mean if it turned out he liked anal penetration—which was absolutely nothing. Everyone liked how it felt if they were interested in experimentation, and their partner cared whether they enjoyed it.

She gently stripped his trunks down and directed him onto the wedge pillow. She couldn’t help but notice that his penis was the biggest thing about him. Though not hugely long or wide, he was well-hung enough to please, and typical of his age, his cock was so hard he could crush marble.

Later, she promised herself. “I’m gonna spray some lube right at the small of your back. It doesn’t feel as cold there.”

She traced her fingers through the lube, letting him get used to being touched. He did seem sensitive. Goosebumps came and went, multiple times. He would tense up if one of her hands came near his scrotum. His inexperience made her miss the self-control of Josh and Thomas and Neil.

Still, she enjoyed the discovery angle this fantasy had taken, and even though the butt plug was stirring impatient desires, she took her time working her way up to penetrating Scott’s anus. She played a while first, running her fingertip over his sphincter, making circles, sometimes pressing harder.

Quick study, it seemed. He was learning to control himself more and more as they went. She was able to push her fingertip inside him before he inhaled sharply and froze.

“Oh, God,” he breathed. “That feels…”

Never mind that he didn’t finish, she knew exactly what he meant. She stayed very still, letting him feel it, allowing the riot of sensation to multiply and change his idea of arousal.

“Do you want me to push it in farther?”

He shook his head at first, but a moment later, changed his mind. “Wait. Yes, try it. Go slow, though.”

She harkened back to Josh and began to make light, shallow twisting motions, working her way up to her second knuckle. She delved deeper to feel around for the bump of his prostate.

He moaned aloud as she slowly, carefully rubbed. Drops of pre-cum dripped between his knees. He fended off orgasm like a champ until he had to cry
pax
. “Okay, stop. I don’t think we should do anymore.”

“Are you sure? The orgasm is supposed to be a lot stronger this way.”

“Maybe next time. And it does feel good. It’s just that I came here to find out about women, not about me.”

She couldn’t help a small, soft laugh. “All right. You’re the boss. What do you want to try on me next?”

He wanted to try the double-ended dildo. She was near to begging by the time he’d replaced the butt plug with one heavily lubricated end of the toy. He bent the shaft double to slide the toy’s other end into her cunt.

She paused to feel the relief of fulfillment. With it came a powerful renewal as she recalled the last time she’d had double penetration. Josh and Neil. Neil and Josh.

“Deeper,” she pleaded. “God, that feels good.”

She made fists in the towel and pushed back gingerly, driving the ends farther in. Her eyes slid closed and she rocked her hips, using the ends of the toy like pistons, into her ass first, then plunging much deeper into her pussy. She flexed and clenched, making the sensations more electric for her and the visual experience more dynamic for Scott.

He knelt beside her, so close that his cock rested against her flank. She deliberately used the contact to enflame him. It might be somewhat unfair, but all the fresh air and exposure and stimulation were potent enticement.

She could feel his cock growing warmer and warmer, and she almost whimpered as he withdrew one end of the toy from her ass. She’d hoped he was ready to fuck her senseless. Instead, he swiped his finger through the lube and began to explore her anus. The tentative, feather-light advances were almost cruel when she wanted so much more. She forced herself to ease back, to let him play. He was obviously enjoying the silencing of his curiosity, taking his time, feeling her inside and out, much the same way she’d once done to Neil.

Oh, God. Why did she have to think about Neil? If he were here, he would fuck her so hard people would be able to surf on the waves this boat sent to shore.

Still, Scott provided his own sort of pleasure, taking more and more command, beginning to pump the dildo into her pussy while fingering her ass. He took great interest in this part, and why wouldn’t he? She was all but purring. Openly begging. There could be no doubt that he was pleasing her.

Then he shocked her with a question. “Will my cock feel boring after the dildo?”

She whimpered before answering. “No. Dildos are cold and fake. Heat and contact make it so much better.”

It seemed the worry had been all that prevented him from sinking himself into her cunt, and once he did. Once he did, she proved her point to an almost embarrassing level. The tip of his cock was so hot it ignited everything it touched on the way in. She lost her fight against chemistry and stimulation, coming long and deep and so hard that with only three or four thrusts from Scott, her muscles squeezed and sucked him into orgasm.

They spent the rest of the day together, trolling around the lake, watching other boaters and snacking on the elaborate picnic parked in a cooler. A nice day, she thought. Nice man, if a little awkward at times.

It wasn’t until the sun had begun to set that anything put a damper on their easy camaraderie. He let something slip that she wished he hadn’t: Scott knew Marla from the outside. She’d used to work for his father in Philadelphia.

Amanda responded with a tight, polite smile though the whole thing made her uncomfortable. Marla’s history was none of her business. Because of the feud between Marla and Thomas, their professional relationship was iffy enough already. She doubted Scott’s indiscretion would improve anything.

Then it went from bad to worse.

He said, “Everyone fears my father. He’s a murderer and a thief, you know.”

She had no idea how to respond. On the verge of cautioning him or at least urging their observer to get them into dock, she listened with a growing sense of bone-deep unrest as he continued.

“Freakin’ Mercury Milazzo. Only I would have luck bad enough to end up with him for a father.”

Amanda felt something inside crumple into a compact point of stress. Mercury Milazzo. She hoped he didn’t mean
the
Mercury Milazzo. The guy was a regular in the newspapers, accused of everything from securities fraud to racketeering.

She had heard enough. “Scott, please stop. I’m sorry, but I can’t let you say any more. If you do, one or both of us will run afoul of the confidentiality agreements.”

Much to her relief, Scott didn’t take offense. “Oops. I forgot about that.”

“It’s fine. No harm done. Let’s just enjoy the rest of the ride.”

Somehow, they did, lying side by side on the wedge pillow, watching the sun go down. Still, the things he’d said stuck with her, all the way home. What sort of work might Marla have done for Mercury Milazzo? Speculation devoured so much attention that when she pulled into her driveway, completely distracted, she was an easy target.

The neighbor from hell swooped in as soon as Amanda stepped from the car.

Gail Warnous looked horrible, dressed in a pink housecoat and shoes. Her snarly, dry ponytail bristled out behind her head. No makeup. Dark smudges under her eyes.

Fear bit into the base of Amanda’s spine. Last time Gail had caught her in the driveway, she’d seemed predatory and frightening. This time, she looked downright paranoid and dangerous.

Amanda was too stunned to remember her cellphone when Gail grabbed her arm. “You have to help me. You have to get me onto the resort. I have to see him. I have to get Robert alone.”

Not likely. “I can’t do that. You know I can’t.”

“But you have to. Don’t you see? It’s not natural, him singing again. How could they have done it? How did that woman get him to sing?”

As gently as possible, she pried at Gail’s fingers. The woman had latched on like a falcon, and it was beginning to hurt.

Gail held firm and backed them up until Amanda was wedged into the
V
formed by her open car door.

Right up in her face now, Gail raved on. “She turned him against me, you know. Whatever Steph did to him, he’s different. I have to see him. I have to find out what they did. You have to help me get to him. He needs my help.”

Lunatic. She’s a lunatic, Amanda thought, frantic to get away. She scanned the street, hoping a neighbor might discover them and call for help.

Instead, she saw something that made her heart and stomach both descend into the bedrock. The boy. Gail and Robert Warnous’s son.

Fifteen, maybe sixteen, he was a carbon copy of Robert. Dark hair, same bright blue eyes. Frightened, and crimson with shame.

The boy called out. “Mom!”

Gail ignored him to pull Amanda very close, hissing into her ear. “You have to help me. Help me or I will make you very sorry.”

Gail released her then and took off for home, taking her son by the arm on her way past. The boy shot Amanda an apologetic look over his shoulder.

“God, help him,” Amanda breathed. That poor kid, living with that maniac.

There was nothing she could do about that, but she would not let this incident go unreported. She fled inside, grabbed up the phone, and dialed Fantasy Heights’s security office. She sputtered out the whole story. They warned her they would have to inform the police, and then promised to keep her posted with any developments.

It was the thought of the boy that wouldn’t leave her alone. Someone had to do something. There was also Ridley and the Reaper and Mercury Milazzo and that stupid Internet search she really needed to talk to someone about.

She picked up her cellphone and set it back down twice, doubting the wisdom of making the call she planned to make. Finally she picked it up one last time and paged through her directory for Thomas’s cellphone number.

She pressed
send
and put the phone to her ear, listening to her call go straight to an automated voicemail message. “You have reached Thomas Bishop. Please leave a message after the tone.”

Stuttering a little at first, Amanda managed to ask him to call her back, half certain he never would. And he still hadn’t by the time she reported in for her final scene on Derek’s interrogation fantasy, wondering how they’d mess up on set this time.

Robed and ready, she slipped into the greenroom and headed straight for Derek’s code list taped to the wall. Derek had scored more pieces of code, but not as many as she’d expected.

Tonight was their last chance. While she waited for her cue, she studied the seven codes Derek had scribbled onto the chart:
North, down-down, left-right, Rhode, Virgi, up-up, NewYo.

Immediately, the missing three codes jumped out at her. Anyone with any knowledge of gaming and United States history could have seen the patterns.

She probably shouldn’t do this since the whole point of the fantasy was to coax the codes from the client, but she grabbed a pencil off an end table. To the right of Derek’s blanks, she wrote all ten codes in a more logical order:
NewHa, Virgi, NewYo, North (Carolina), Rhode, up-up, down-down, left-right, left-right, B-A.

She’d just finished when the door opened behind her. Beverly stuck her head in. “Change in plans, sorry.”

“What? Why?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t even notice Derek had bumped you off the cast list at first, because someone else rebooked you into a network booth almost instantly. You’re probably covering for one of the people who got fired.”

Beverly lowered her voice to a whisper to say
fired
, the way people always do.

Amanda was not so shy. She asked who the first three had been. Beverly named them, along with the reasons they were dismissed. No surprises among them. One had skipped a psych evaluation. Another had just plain failed their evaluation.

An observer busted the third person. He’d blown a blood alcohol level above the allowable limit minutes prior to going on set. Also no surprise. Amanda had done a threesome with the guy, and he’d been more interested in going out for drinks afterward than pleasing the client.