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  The drinks arrived and Tanner suggested they retire to a more intimate booth in a dark corner. He carried her glass for her, giving Hayley an opportunity to display her long, bare legs and curvy little rear end, which Robyn waggled as she walked in those stiletto heels, in a way that Hayley wouldn’t dream of doing in a lifetime.

  Tanner sat tightly up next to her. She could feel the heat from his thigh seeping into hers. Obvious to Hayley, in Tanner’s mind, he was going to get very intimate with her, so he might as well start here. It showed her he had decided that she was his conquest for the evening. The schmuck thought his luck was in. She almost felt sorry for him. She felt sorrier for his family.

  ‘You’re a beautiful girl, Robyn.’ Tanner had already had a few drinks before she arrived. These were doubles. Perhaps that was why he’d lost any inhibitions. He put his hand on her bare thigh and began to stroke his fingers between her knees.

  Hayley parted them a little in encouragement. It was like fishing. You let out the line in order to reel them in. He didn’t need too much encouragement. His fingers strayed further up towards her hemline.

  She knew what was coming her way tonight. Rather than fight it, she might as well enjoy it. Some of these guys had a lot of experience in the sack. They often made hot lovers, and if she had to close her eyes, grit her teeth, and get on with it, she might as well have a little fun too. She usually did.

  ‘You’re entering dangerous territory there, Andy,’ she crooned, making him laugh. And wasn’t that the truth. She laughed back at him.

  ‘I’m not about to get my hand bitten off, am I?’

  She snapped her thighs shut, trapping his hand and making him jump. They both laughed a little more. Tense and exciting. ‘Only one way to find out.’

  It was all the encouragement he needed. His hand stroked long, firm sweeps across the silken skin of her inner thigh, going higher and higher until he reached the barrier of her panties.

  ‘Warm,’ he whispered. He leant in to nuzzle at her neck.

  ‘Might get even hotter.’ She threw the possibility out there.

  It was a promise that certainly had Tanner hot under the collar. ‘You’re a sexy little tease, Robyn. And I intend to see what’s under your hood.’ He was stroking along the slit of her pussy through her panties with his fingertips.

  Robyn Hood? And he’s in advertising? God knows how he makes a living. But some of it was paying her a hefty fee tonight, via his wife. The irony made the whole distasteful affair much more bearable.

  He held her elbow as he guided her from the bar into the parking lot. Sex was the only thing on his mind.

  ‘Maybe I should drive, sweetie?’ Hayley stayed Tanner’s hand on the driver’s door with one of her own. She held the other out, palm up, for the key. ‘I haven’t had as much to drink as you have and we want to get there in one firm, upright piece, don’t we?’

  The seductive intention behind her words and the smouldering gaze she gave him had Tanner handing over the keys without a qualm. He went around to the passenger side. Hayley had played this game so often she had a move for every occasion. It was true. The promise of hot sex got you everything with men like Tanner.

  She fired up the engine and reached across to fix his seatbelt. Then removed her shoes. Wouldn’t want to ever have to explain how she came to be driving a crashed car with a dead man through the front glass. ‘Now you just tell me where we’re going,’ she said, as she clipped her own safety belt in place.

  Tanner grabbed her and pulled her in for a kiss. Strangely enough, this was the bit Hayley hated the most. His breath was fine. Overlaid with good bourbon. He had expensive tastes. Except in women. Tanner nuzzled at her bottom lip and used wide strokes of his tongue to open her mouth enough to dip inside. His hand was already yanking her blouse out of the tight waistband of her skirt and the first touch of his fingers on bare skin beneath sent a frisson of excitement across her flesh.

  Hayley had learnt long ago that if she was going to provide this very special service for her clients, she might as well enjoy it as another one-night stand. In fact, there was something quite arousing about sex with a stranger. And knowing you were being filmed at the same time was a charge like no other.

  Tiny flicks of Tanner’s tongue against her own and Hayley opened her lips wider, for more. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, working his lips against hers until Hayley felt her hips shifting. It was only Robyn being kissed, not Hayley.

  He pulled back, laughing. ‘Naughty little Robyn wants Andy to fuck her.’ His hand went between her thighs again. He was a pussy man. And he was right. She was getting wet and horny already. A healthy libido was a godsend in a job like this.

  No point sitting here making out in the car when there was a hotel bed and a camera calling. She broke away, pushing Tanner off her. Her words came out breathless, and only some of that was for real. ‘Oh sweetie, have we got some place we can go? I need you.’

  ‘I know what you need, pretty girl –’ Tanner’s voice was tight and urgent ‘– and that’s a good, hard fucking. I’m the man who’s going to give it to you.’

  He ran a hand over the bulge in his trousers. Hayley pushed her own hand in there and caressed his manhood through the fabric. ‘Say where we’re going, Andy. Tell me quickly. I’m hot for you.’

  His hand pointed down the road. ‘Straight ahead. It’s just five minutes and then I’m going to make you come so hard, you’ll think I’m Superman.’

  So that was his delusion, was it? She’d known worse.

  Hayley slammed the car into gear and rolled out of the parking lot with a covert tail, far in the distance. She was happy to see she’d trained her operatives well.

  It was not the easiest thing to drive when your pussy was wet and wanting, but she kept her hands on the wheel as Tanner’s fingers massaged her mound through her panties. He was playing the devil with her sensitive clitoris and she was glad to see the hotel come into sight.

  She drove past it. Tanner was so intent on getting past the crotch of her panties with his fingertips, he missed calling the turn. She waited for him to realise. Anything else would be surveillance 101 – classic error.

  ‘We’ve gone past it,’ Tanner said, looking for once away from her crotch to the road outside.

  No shit. They were about 600 yards beyond. ‘You’ve got your mind on other things, sweetie.’

  ‘It’s on your wet little pussy for one thing. I want to get you out of those clothes and get my cock working it up to a creamy little frenzy. It needs a good fucking and I’m going to give it what it needs.’

  ‘Hold that thought.’ Hayley made a turn in the road as she watched Marty and Alice’s car drive straight by without any acknowledgement from either. She pulled into the hotel parking lot.

  The only reaction from the receptionist was the usual you would expect when a man was obviously checking in for a night of hot sex with some little tramp who was clearly not his wife. The woman behind the desk had never seen Hayley before, as it was Paolo who had bribed her to allow him access to set up his technology. That room was held for a Mr Andrew Tanner without any acknowledgement from either party. There could be no inadvertent recognition of Hayley on the woman’s face, to give the game away.

  Anything could be organised with a little planning and a hefty wodge of cash.

  Tanner, grasping the keys to room 205, barely waited until the elevator doors had closed before pulling Hayley against his body again.

  ‘Oh baby.’

  He nuzzled her neck, sending shivers up her spine, and placed his hands, palms spread, around each buttock, pressing her into his groin for a series of little thrusts and grinds which stimulated them both.

  As the doors opened on the second floor, Hayley allowed herself to be dragged by the hand and watched Tanner fumble with the key card. He couldn’t get inside quickly enough. This was going to be a short night, she thought with some relief.

  But she’d been wrong before.

  Sometimes she
couldn’t get away. Sometimes she didn’t want to. Those times, she would give Paolo the signal to turn off the cameras and go home. She wondered which sort of a night this would turn out to be.

  ‘Drink?’ Tanner asked, making for the minibar. He obviously liked his bourbon as much as he liked his adulterous sex.

  ‘Please.’ Hayley made for the bathroom. She didn’t intend to drink it. Or not much of it, anyway. Sometimes a slug hit the spot.

  She locked the door and checked out the camera and microphone in there. Well disguised. Then she threw a hand towel to cover the lens temporarily. Paolo didn’t need to film her using the bathroom. She knew he’d be laughing at the maidenly gesture. She laughed herself.

  A disembodied voice came through the door. ‘Not starting without me, are you?’

  Shit. She must have laughed out loud. ‘Why would I need to do a thing like that, when I’ve got a stud outside waiting to do me real good? I’m just thinking about the fine time we’re going to have.’ She made a stupid face at the camera as she removed the towel and dried her hands on it. The footage would do for the next office party.

  If you thought ahead, you didn’t get caught out.

  Hayley fluffed up her hair in the mirror, checked her false eyelashes were still firmly attached, and went back to work.

  Tanner had his jacket and tie off and the top few buttons of his shirt open. He wasn’t a bad looking guy for someone who burned the candle at both ends. Typical executive type. Well groomed. And right now a little bit drunk and hungry for sex. The bulge in his trousers hadn’t subsided one whit. It promised he had something to bring to the table.

  ‘Come here,’ Tanner called. He put his empty glass on the bedside cabinet. ‘It’s about time I got you out of those clothes.’

  ‘You don’t like them?’ she teased, walking over to stand in front of him.

  ‘I like them just fine. Especially that tiny, tight little skirt. My wi –’

  Hayley knew he was about to blow it and tell her his wife never wore clothes like that for him.

  She began to unbutton the rest of his shirt, ignoring his wayward comment. Hayley didn’t reckon, having met her, that his wife undressed him either. ‘You’re needing to get me naked.’ If he was going down, he might as well go down happy. And take her with him. Only fair: she’d be doing the same for him later.

  She pulled the edges apart and ran her fingers over his chest. Firm enough, but not ripped like Reuben’s.

  Damn. Where did that thought come from? Reuben had no business here. Now.

  Tanner pulled the shirt over his shoulders and threw it to the ground. ‘Now it’s your turn.’ He lifted his hands to the buttons on her blouse and efficiently popped each one open, dragging the garment down her arms and depositing it on top of his shirt.

  Idiot. Now he’d go home with his clothes smelling of her cheap perfume, no matter how much he showered. The guy deserved to get caught.

  ‘Oh baby. Your breasts are beautiful.’ Tanner stroked the backs of his fingers over the pushed-up globes.

  The bra she’d chosen was a lacy little balcony model that left almost nothing to the imagination. Her nipples were tight and hard already, and he took a good look. He dropped his head and placed his mouth over the fabric, licking and sucking her flesh through it. The hot, wet scratchiness stimulated her nipples, sending arcs of shivering electricity straight through her body to her clit.

  His hands lifted the weight of one breast free of the garment and squeezed it, forcing her nipple forward into his mouth again. He sucked hard, and the firm pull and tug dragged a cry from her throat. She stroked his hair at the nape of his neck, holding him against her.

  ‘You like that, baby?’ Tanner looked up into her face and gave a quick, hard smile. ‘Me too.’ He unhooked the bra, letting it drop to the floor, and rocked back to get a good perspective of her figure.

  His hands balanced the twin mounds and he pressed and massaged them, agitating his thumbs over the hard peaks repeatedly. His face went down between them and he rubbed his jaw across first one and then the other, allowing the slight stubble of midnight beard growth to rasp deliciously across the taut tips.

  Hayley felt it down between her legs. Her hips were undulating slowly backwards and forwards. ‘Andy?’

  ‘I know, baby. You want my cock in your body to make it feel better. I know.’ He reached behind her and opened her skirt. He tugged it down over her hips and she stepped out of it. ‘Leave your shoes on, baby. They excite me. You look so beautiful standing there.’

  Hayley felt herself trembling. Not with fear. She knew this was a guy who wouldn’t try to hurt her. But she was only human. She was feeling the need. Sometimes she loved this job. He stroked his hand down her body, over her breasts, and across her stomach. Then he pulled her against him again. He revolved her so she was standing with her back crushed up to his chest.

  Tanner walked her over to the full-length mirror.

  A mirror guy. She’d met them before. Ones who liked to watch themselves having sex with a woman. They got the feel of the sex they were having and the extra thrill of being a voyeur, watching women have sex too. She got it. It kind of gave her a kick as well. Now she saw what Paolo saw. No wonder the poor guy had his tongue hanging out half the time. If anything was the definition of cock-tease, right now, she was it.

  They stood before the mirror and both watched as Tanner massaged her breasts and rolled her nipples backwards and forwards between his thumb and fingers. It drove her excitement higher.

  ‘Oh you’re a hot, horny little bitch, baby,’ Tanner moaned. ‘You wanna be fucked?’ Hayley nodded her encouragement. ‘I’m gonna fuck your pussy good.’

  His hands spread out over her belly, fingers pointing downwards. They lowered until the tips of his fingers were just beneath her panty line. They raked lower and lower over her mound; both Tanner and Hayley watching the movements of his knuckles through the triangle of fabric and the responding tiny jerks of Hayley’s pelvis as he stimulated her body.

  ‘Do you want my fingers on your clit, baby? Make it feel fine?’

  He clearly liked to talk dirty and she didn’t mind either. ‘Do it, Andy. Make my clit shimmer.’

  Tanner yanked the panties down around her thighs, where he left them. One arm crossed over her body to cup and squeeze her breast, teasing at her nipple with a frantic thumb while she writhed in his arms. His other hand moved between her thighs, his middle finger disappearing down the path between the lips of her pussy.

  He worked his finger slowly up and down through her slick juices, circling her clitoris a couple of times on the ascent and dipping into her vagina on the descent. Hayley was rising on her toes in her stilettos, directing the pressure of his fingers to the exact spot which gave her most pleasure. She gave involuntary little yips as her tension mounted.

  ‘Oh baby, you are so fucking sexy. I’ve gotta fuck you. My cock’s about ready to blow.’

  Tanner’s hand left its work in her pussy and, while he held her to him with a forearm around her waist, began tugging at his leather belt. He got it open one-handed and dealt with his button and zip the same way. He dug in his pocket and pulled out a condom, holding it up briefly so she could see he was going to take care of her.

  He worked off his shoes and kicked out of his trousers, dragging his boxers down single-handedly. It was as if he was scared to let her go, in case she disappeared before his need was dispatched. He observed her nakedness in the mirror all the while.

  He spun Hayley round in his arms again and, turning sideways to the mirror, placed his hands on her shoulders, pushing her to her knees.

  Hayley knelt beneath him. Her knees were together and her stiletto-encased feet apart. Tanner looked down past her shoulder and buttocks to see them. It must have given him a thrill. His cock twitched.

  ‘Please, baby?’ He was begging her to take him in her mouth. Well, just so long as he was prepared to return the favour.

  Hayley cupped his balls in the p
alm of her hand and stroked and squeezed gently as his breath hitched. A risky tactic, letting a strange woman take control of a man’s balls, but it was their way of telling you they trusted you. Poor fool. She tickled her fingers over the soft skin, which sent a shiver through him. He aimed his cock but she took it from his hands into hers. If she did this to a stranger, she took control. But it didn’t stop her fantasising about the guy taking it back again and making her suck him. It got her hot.

  She directed his penis into her mouth and Tanner impatiently jerked it forward. With lightning reflexes she jumped back. It happened twice more, until he got the message and stood still, if he wanted it to happen at all. She could tell it took him some effort. He wanted it sheathed in her warm throat. She sort of understood the feeling.

  Hayley placed the very tip between her lips and flicked her tongue over it a number of times. She could hear Tanner moan in pleasure. She pressed his hot tip past her lips, up past the ridge and back out again.

  ‘That’s good, baby,’ he encouraged as she repeated the action, flicking her tongue like a snake around his pole, then laving it firmly.

  Tanner’s guttural noises increased. Hayley glanced sideways to the mirror and watched Tanner, enjoying her expertise.

  After a few minutes’ teasing, she slid her mouth over the length firmly, taking the thick rod down into her throat. She pulled backwards, ejecting it, followed by a number of firm yanks up and down its length with her enclosed fist. The suction on his rigid appendage drove Tanner crazy, especially as she made him wait eagerly each time, before she took him in her mouth again.

  He reached down during one of these lulls and twisted her nipples to stimulate her into action again, over his needy cock. ‘Keep going, baby.’