The Plan (13 page)

We force-fed him the pill and within a few
of minutes it seemed to work. His dick was finally hard, beginning to grow and
throb. I thanked Janine.

“
No,
problem, anything to help a friend,
”
she
replied and then left, leaving the rest of Harvey
’
s time with me.

I had to take advantage of the time, so I
climbed on top of him, grasped a hold of his hard cock, lined him up and sat
down on him, taking his dick in my vagina. He immediately opened his eyes. I
started pumping up and down when his eyes tried to close. I grabbed his head,
thrust it back against the headboard and yelled,
“
Fuck me you mother fucker!
”

That got his attention.
“
What are you doing?
”
he asked.

“
What
does it look like?
”
I
replied.
“
I
’
m fucking you.
”

He turned and looked at each wrist for the
first time, realizing he was tied to the post.
“
Where am I?
”
he asked.

“
You
’
re with me, now, shut up and fuck me!
”

He started coming to, rocking his hips up
and down and responding to my motions.
“
Look at me!
”
I demanded. He looked straight into my
eyes.
“
Now,
you told me I reminded you of someone, who was it?
”
I asked.

“
What
are you talking about?
”
he
responded.

“
Who
do I remind you of?
”
I
asked again, still pumping up and down.

He turned his head and said,
“
I don
’
t want to talk about it.
”

I picked up a lit candle from the
nightstand and held over him.
“
Who
do I remind you of?
”

“
Please,
Kelly,
just stop,
”
he
begged.

I tipped the candle and the hot wax
dripped onto his chest. He jerked.

“
You
like that, don
’
t you?
”
I said. I did it again and again, each
time he jerked when the wax touched his burly pecks. I continued to ask him who
I reminded him of.

Staying on top of him, I opened the top
drawer of the nightstand, grabbed a gag with a ball, and fastened it around his
face, stuffing the orange ball into his mouth.

“
So,
you don
’
t
want to talk do you?
”
I got
up, walked to the table and opened a bottle of wine. I remembered what Thomas
had done; I was going to play and have some fun at Harvey
’
s expense.

I took a long gulp and then started
pouring the red wine onto his crotch. When I did, the liquid splashed all over
the white bed cover.

Oh shit. That
’
s gonna leave a stain.

I climbed on the bed with the empty bottle
in my hand. I stood over top of him, placed the jug on his stomach and squatted
down until the bottle neck penetrated my vagina. Holding it in place, I pumped
up and down on the bottle. His grew big, enjoying the view.
“
You like?
”
I asked.

He nodded and mumbled pleasurably.

I stood up and removed the bottle. I
turned around and pulled his legs upward, spreading them apart, before sitting
down on his cock and sliding it into my pussy. I took the bottle and inserted
the tip into his anus, gently pushing it inside. I wanted to thrust it in and
rip him apart, but I would never get any information if I took things too far.

Apparently, he liked it. He started
rocking his hips up and down, shifting and squirming with pleasure. After a few
minutes, I decided not to interrogate him any further, but instead try to
please him. My strategy was not working, so I had to improvise.

My calves were resting upon his calves,
holding him down with his legs pulled back. My motions were making a loud
smacking noise each time that my butt cheeks landed on his pelvic area.
Amazingly, I was actually enjoying myself. With his buttocks exposed, and the
bottle inside his hole, I slapped his ass. He groaned with pleasure. I turned
around and looked at him.

“
You
like?
”

He nodded again.

I smacked him repeatedly, as he pumped
harder and harder. His shaft was growing inside of me. Each time I pressed
down, I could feel it getting tighter. One more smack and it was on. He started
moaning and groaning when all of a sudden, I felt his hot cum blast inside me.
I rotated my position, pressing my clit against his pelvis and rocking with
force. Three, two, one . . . blast off! I started cumming on his prick, and
each time my orgasm shot through my body, I jerked with pleasure.

Using a moist washcloth, I wiped my vagina
and then did the same to his penis, gently cleaning his dick and balls. After I
untied his wrists and removed the gag, I told him I was going to have a shower
and I invited him to join me. Together, the hot water sprayed from numerous
jets as we hugged in the oversized shower. My breasts pressing against his
chest, his penis, still hard, pressing firmly against my stomach. My arms
around his waist, and his hands resting against the titled wall, I looked up
into his eyes and said,
“
I
would like to come visit you in New York sometime soon.
”

Shocked and elated, he responded,
“
Are you serious?
”

8

The Set Up

It
worked. Well, I should say, it worked out for Robert and Larry, but not me.
Convinced I was serious, the plan to set up a meeting between Harvey and the
agencies was looking better by the moment.

And, he said not to rush it.

“
Wow,
what a night,
”
Harvey
said.

“
You
like it a little crazy, don
’
t
you?
”
I replied.

“
Mmhmm,
”
he said with a big grin, looking like a
little kid in a candy shop.

We got out of the shower and wrapped up in
complementary hotel bathrobes. We decided to order room service and get something
to eat. For some reason, I was craving a hamburger and fries. Harvey ordered
prime rib, red potatoes, broccoli and a dinner roll
—
go figure.

I finished with my sandwich and picked at
the fries, dipping them in ketchup, Harvey was still eating his meal.

“
So,
what is it you do for a living?
”
I
asked, knowing I was violating a Cat Tails rule:
don
’
t get personally involved
with a client
. I did not care at that point. I was going to do what I needed
to do to set up Harvey Goldman.

Chewing his steak, he said,
“
I
’
m an
investment broker.
”

“
Really,
”
I replied, showing interest.

“
Yep,
and I
’
m damn good at what I do.
”

“
Investments,
”
I said.
“
Like the stock market?
”

“
Sort
of, it
’
s
complicated,
”
he
replied.

“
Can
anybody invest with your company?
”
I
prodded.

“
If
they
’
ve got money,
”
he responded with a chuckle.
“
Why, do you want to invest in something?
”
he asked and then added,
“
Just kidding.
”

“
I
might,
”
I
said. I reached over and grabbed a piece of broccoli from his plate, I put it
in my mouth and started chewing. Two-seconds later, it was on my napkin, it was
disgusting.

Harvey laughed and said,
“
It
’
s good for you.
”

“
I
’
ll stick to my burger and fries, thank you
very much.
”

He took a drink of his wine. I moved the
conversation on,
“
I was wondering
—”
I
paused.
“
Never
mind
.
”

“
What
is it?
”
Harvey
asked curiously.

“
It
’
s nothing.
”

“
Just tell me,
”
he
insisted.

“
Well,
when I go to New York
…
.
”

“
Yes,
”
he perked up.

I continued,
“
When I go to New York, I would like to
introduce you to my Uncle Pete (I made up a name for Larry on the fly) and his
business partner. They are looking to do some investments, and when you
mentioned you were a broker, I thought of them
—
Just a thought.
”

“
I don
’
t
know,
”
Harvey
hesitated.
“
I don
’
t
like to mix business with pleasure.
”

I tipped my head and stuck out my lower
lip, like a little girl pouting because her dad said no to something she
wanted.
“
Please
,
pretty please, with sugar on top?
”

Harvey laughed.
“
We
’
ll see.
”

***

Harvey flew back to New York the next day.
He called me and sent a dozen roses to the Cat Tails Lounge every day. On
Wednesday of that week, I received a package with a diamond necklace and on
Friday, Harvey sent me diamond earrings that matched the necklace.
 

He could not go to Vegas that weekend, so
we talked over the phone on Saturday and Sunday. This guy was a talker. He was
such a gentlemen though. Two weeks later, Harvey was back in Vegas and we had
plans to go out. He asked me if I was an adventurist.

“
What
do you have in mind?
”
I
asked.

He wanted me to ride the roller coaster at
the New York, New York Hotel and Casino. I agreed.

The ride was crazy fun and scary at the
same time. We ate in the hotel restaurant, and then went up to my room, which
became my second home when he was in town. I still had my room at the Monte
Carlo.

The summer heat and humidity soaked my
face until my makeup practically melted off and my hair was soaked with sweat.
I hate to sweat, so I excused myself to get a shower, and of course, he joined
me.

Naturally, I looked down and could not
help but notice that his penis was swollen, long and hanging at least six
inches.
“
Well,
”
I said,
“
somebody
’
s excited.
”

Harvey looked down, back up, and said,
“
I
—
we
like what we see.
”

“
Oh,
you do now?
”
I
said, staring down at his dick.
“
Well,
then, bring that boy over here.
”
Harvey
walked closer and kissed me on the lips as I reached down and gently caressed
his cock. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, lightly tugging with downward
motions as I felt his thickness swell like butter biscuits baking in the oven,
until his prick was hard, firm and stiff.