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Despite the threat of jail time, Charli didn't want the evening to end. She turned to her mystery cowboy. "Will I see you again?"

He touched a finger to her chin, tipped up her face and kissed her, his tongue sweeping in to tangle with hers. "Guaranteed." Then he turned her, slapped her ass and pushed her through. "Go."

Naked and clutching her dress and stilettos to her chest, Charli hustled through the door, ran barefoot across the back alley and slipped into the bushes. She didn't slow until she'd gotten a block away, where she ducked behind a large Rose of Sharon shrub. After slipping her dress over her shoulders, she peeked out. She could barely see the back of the furniture store. Her tuxedoed and naked lovers had disappeared into the darkness.

A rotund figure poked around the back of the building, shining a flashlight beam into the shadows.

Charli ducked low and waited to make her move until the cop moved on, circling back around the front of the store.

When the danger had passed, Charli made her way to her car and sat behind the steering wheel, a smile permanently fixed to her face. Once again, her Original Sin had managed to keep her interests perked, give her phenomenal sex and send her off in anticipation of more.

With a sigh, she inserted her key in the ignition and set the shift in drive, pulling out onto the street. Only then did it dawn on her that she hadn't gotten a note or message from her cowboy.

Charli slowed for a stoplight and leaned her head on the steering wheel, groaning. She wasn't sure she could take much more of the mystery. Though the sex had been good, the company even better, she wanted to know who he was and if what they had could be more than temporary flings. For the first time in a long time, Charli wanted more from a man than just sex.

As the light changed to green, she straightened, a new determination solidifying. Next time they met, she'd demand to know who he was.

The only other question was, when would her cowboy in the black hat strike again?

THE END

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Dirty Tricks: Four Play

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"Three." Charli Sutton handed her boss the dress she'd loaned her. "Count them." She flicked out three fingers. "Original Sin, Fake-cop dude, and the new guy, Fiddler. And did I mention, it was a date? A real sit-down dinner and dessert date."

"Oh. My. God!" Audrey Anderson wiped the sleep from her eyes and pulled Charli into her house. "You have got to be kidding me. Tell me everything." She glanced at the clock on the wall. "Is it really three o'clock in the morning?"

"I only have a minute. I need to get home and catch some shut-eye, before my lunch date with Connor Mason."

"Screw sleep, I wanna know what happened." Audrey tugged a bar stool up to the kitchen counter and forced Charli into it. "Speak."

Charli sighed. "The night was magical with the three men wearing tuxedos looking so very dashing and debonair, and me in that black gown you loaned me, showing just about everything the good Lord gave me." She hugged Audrey. "By the way, thanks. I didn't have anything nearly as sexy and gorgeous."

"Three men?" Her friend shook her head. "Three?"

Charli frowned. "It's okay. The sex was all consensual. Nobody forced me to do anything. In fact they gave me the whip."

"Sex with all three?" Audrey pressed a hand to her breast and whispered, "You had a whip?"

"Really, Audrey, you're repeating everything I say." Charli chuckled. "Got to play the dominatrix this time, giving out the orders, popping them when they didn't obey. And it was a riding crop, actually, not a whip."

"Like that makes a diff." Audrey's eyes narrowed and she peered behind Charli. "I just want to know who you are and what did you do with my friend, Charli?" Audrey crossed her arms over her breasts. "This is so not like you."

"If that's the case, maybe it's just as well. The old Charli was bored out of her mind. This new one is having the time of her life."

"Yeah, but how long can this last?" Audrey lifted Charli's hands. "What happens when the dirty tricks stop and you're back to normal?"

Charli pushed her hair back off her face and sighed. "I don't know, but I'm going to enjoy it while it lasts. Frankly, when it ends, I might get some sleep. All these late-night trysts are exhausting."

"You really need to stop this. It can't be good for you."

"What's not good about it? We use protection, my vagina is getting a good workout and I'm totally satisfied when it's over."

"Are you?" Charli's boss hugged her close, squeezing her tight. "I worry about you. This mystery thing can only go on so long before you realize it's not much of a relationship. Don't you want a happily-ever-after with a man who'll tell you his goddamn name?"

Charli pushed away and paced across the room. "I don't know. I'm liking the adventure." Though she would never admit it to Audrey, she had been feeling more and more frustrated at not knowing who this mystery man was with whom she'd had three nights worth of fabulous sex. The men he'd brought with him, while sexy, hadn't been the draw. The one she'd dubbed Original Sin held her attention and occupied most of her waking and sleeping thoughts since the dirty tricks had begun.

Coming to a stop in front of Audrey, Charli squared her shoulders and looked her friend straight in the eye. "I'm satisfied for now. Isn't that all that matters?"

"Uh-huh, see?" Audrey pointed a finger at Charli's chest. "You are having doubts, and now you're beginning to wonder whether or not he has something to hide, thus the reason for the masks and mystery."

Charli grinned. "He was so sexy in his Zorro mask. I practically came when he said hello."

"God, you're pathetic."

"No, I'm getting some. Which is more than I can say for you."

"Point taken. Still, you're having doubts about him. I can tell it in your face."

"That's lack of sleep. I am not having doubts. He's very good at providing the necessary entertainment to hold my interest," Charli defended. "The man knows me."

"Does he know you've been hurt before and that you swore you'd never give your heart away to another man?"

"No." Charli tucked her hands in the back pockets of her jeans. "It never came up in a conversation."

"Does he realize, a fact I've known for a long time..." Audrey planted her fists on her hips, "that you claim you don't want a relationship, but deep down, you really want the love of your life?"

Charli clamped her hands over her ears. "All right already. You can stop now."

Audrey pulled Charli's hands down and smiled sadly. "I was there when you fell to pieces."

"And you were there to pick them up for me." Tears welled in Charli's eyes. "You've always had my back."

"I would be no friend to you now, if I didn't play devil's advocate and point out what's all wrong with this situation."

"I know. But isn't it enough that I'm happy?"

"The question is...are you happy enough?"

"Maybe this is as good as it gets." Charli stared down at her scuffed brown cowboy boots. "Maybe I wasn't meant to have a happily-ever-after and I should go for a little of that happy-for-now stuff."

"Oh, honey. I don't want to pop your bubble. I just don't want you to build a truck load of expectations only to have them dumped like so much garbage when your Original Sin stops coming around."

Charli sniffed, brushing an errant tear from her cheek. "I'll be careful not to get too involved." She didn't admit it to Audrey, but Charli suspected it was already too late. "I have to go now. Connor is picking me up at my place in less than eight hours."

"My point exactly." Audrey smiled. "Connor Mason is a man a girl can count on. You know his name and he's a real gentleman. The kind that picks up his date at her door, not expecting her to do all the work to get there."

Charli swiped at another tear and shook her head. "Keep this up and I'll start calling you Mom." She reached out and squeezed Audrey's hand. "Thanks for being my friend. I'll be careful not to get hurt. I promise, you won't have to pick up the pieces this time."

"Sweetie, I'm always there for you. It just hurts me to see you hurt."

"I know." Charli smiled. "Wish me luck with Connor. If I find him nearly as interesting as Original Sin," she shrugged. "Who knows?"