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© 2009, Adriana Kraft Reviews For MEGHAN'S PLAYHOUSE Book 4: VEGAS GAMBLER by Adriana Kraft No reviews posted yet. Sample Chapter For MEGHAN'S PLAYHOUSE Book 4: VEGAS GAMBLER by Adriana Kraft “Are you ready for your internal massage?” Tia smiled softly, nearly purring the question. She had no doubts about Meg Keenan’s response. Her petite chestnut-haired client lay supine on the portable massage table, her nipples engorged with desire. “I’m always ready,”
Meg murmured, opening her eyes slightly and grinning languidly. Tia nodded and removed the towel that had discreetly covered Meg’s nicely tapered loins—not so much to preserve her modesty but so Tia could knead the woman’s strained muscles without being inordinately distracted. She’d been Meg’s masseuse for nearly a year now, ever since Meg joined the cast of the latest new resort on the Vegas strip. Tia had many clients from the Broadway shows as well as strippers—female and male. But she rarely provided internal massages. Meg proved a delightful exception. Her orgasms were so carefree and natural. This routine had just happened, and Tia harbored no regrets. She knew Meg’s interior nearly as thoroughly as she knew her own. Tia drew a finger along the edges of Meg’s puffy labia, tracing their contour. Meg closed her eyes and sighed with expectation. Tia hummed softly and inserted a finger smoothly into Meg’s moist channel to the second knuckle. Tia watched Meg swallow slightly before
settling to trust her to do what was needed. Humming a little louder,
Tia worked the finger all the way in and rotated it clockwise. Fully clothed, Tia resisted touching herself. This wasn’t about her. She nearly choked. A huge part of her wanted to give in to Meg’s desire for them to love each other fully, thoroughly, mutually. But Meg was a client. Tia worked in a second finger, curling both fingers upward searching for Meg’s point of sure release. She stroked tentatively. Meg moaned incoherently. Tia fought her own urges. Meg would be leaving Vegas in a few months. Could she let her go without tasting her, without yielding her own body for Meg to explore with fingers and tongue? Meg had waged a steady battle for months to claim her, but the battle she waged didn’t compare with the battle inflaming Tia’s flesh and bones. She wanted Meg. Pure and simple. She pressed the palm of her hand harder against her client’s pelvic bone while tracing and retracing Meg’s interior with her fingers. Meg squirmed and then went limp, letting Tia find her way. Tony wouldn’t mind if she hooked up with Meg. They hardly had a committed relationship. She’d refused to move in with him. Theirs was a relationship of convenience. Good sex and some fun times, but they were on a plateau. The question remained which of them would move on first. Tia wet her lips at the sight of Meg twisting and pulling on her pink nipples. Meg gnawed at her lower lip and began to pant. Tia quickened her strokes. Thrashing about on the table, Meg was
ready to explode. She lifted her buttocks off the table and then collapsed.
Tia knew she wanted her to stroke her clit and it took all of her willpower
not to lean over and suckle that hard protruding flesh. But she’d
never touched it. That wasn’t part of the routine, wasn’t
part of the internal massage she offered. Not true. Tia watched Meg orgasm in a series of waves. This one wasn’t huge, but given the look of pleasure on Meg’s face it was more than adequate. And Meg had touched her. She always did. She had from the beginning. Too bad they hadn’t met in a bar or at a spa. But Meg was a client. When Meg’s belly stopped quivering, Tia withdrew her trembling fingers and wiped them on the towel. Meg blinked at the familiar sight of Tia’s half smile. The sprite of a woman always seemed to know just what she needed. Tia never failed. “You won’t even taste me on your fingers,” Meg chided, propping herself on an elbow. “Do I tempt you that much? Aren’t you a little curious?” “I can’t,” Tia said, quickly glancing away. Meg moved to a sitting position and then hopped to the floor to stand only inches away from her masseuse. “I’ll never understand how you can do this over and over. Bring me off so expertly and not even touch yourself. Are you into self-denial?” “We’ve been over this too
much already.” Tia turned and began to gather her things. Tia shrugged. “I wear what is comfortable for my work.” “At least that doesn’t include a bra. I’m pleased to know your nipples grow as taut as mine.” She reached out to graze one. “Don’t,” Tia pleaded, pulling away before she could touch her. “They look so dusky through the white material. They must be quite dark. Not as dark as your hair,” Meg said softly, running her fingers through Tia’s long coal-black hair. This time Tia did not pull away; her eyes glazed in that French Vietnamese habit of hers when she tried to withdraw inward. Meg had seen that ploy several times before. “Why do you insist on resisting me so?” Meg murmured, lazily drawing her knuckles across Tia’s cheek. Meg’s heart raced. Tia had never accepted her advances like this before. Were they finally at a turning point? Had she finally worn Tia down? Penetrated that oriental reserve? “You’re my client.”
Tia choked out the words. Her dark eyes rounded with emotion. “And I’ve said that I don’t
have to be your client.” Meg cocked an eyebrow and let her hand
fall from Tia’s cheek to gradually settle over a small breast.
“What if I fired you?” “What if I kissed you?” Tia’s lips parted tentatively. Needing no more invitation than that Meg leaned into Tia to cover her lips with her own. Tia’s soft moans filled her ears and her heart. It was Tia who shifted enough to begin exploring her mouth with her tongue. Holding back a chuckle, Meg responded in kind. She delighted in Tia’s hands roaming over her bare back to clutch her rump. Their loins began grinding in unison, making Meg lose her breath. And then Tia broke away abruptly. Her eyes had a wild look about them that Meg had never witnessed. With obvious effort Tia steadied her breath and nodded. She grinned slightly. “Don’t be alarmed. Our time will be soon. But not now. I have other clients to see. Sunday. Will you be available Sunday? I don’t work on Sunday.” “I’ll be here.” Meg exhaled sharply trying to regain her footing. “I take it I’m no longer a client.” Tia shook her head and her lips twisted into a wide grin. “I thought you fired me.” “I did.” Meg chuckled, padding across the living room to retrieve her checkbook. “What about your boyfriend?”
Tia asked as Meg wrote out the last check she’d give Tia. “Don’t worry about Jack. He’d love to watch, but it’s his loss. He has a weekend poker tournament. Doubt he’ll be around until sometime on Monday.” Tia nodded. “Good.” She took the check and stuffed it in a small purse. Meg made a note that her former masseuse hadn’t balked at the possibility of being watched. So did that mean she also liked to watch? Perhaps the next couple months would be more interesting than she’d expected. “You won’t change your mind?” she asked, following Tia to the door. Tia shook her head vigorously. “Our path is set. I can’t change my mind now. I hope you get plenty of rest. I plan on devouring you come Sunday.” Without another word or another glance back, Tia left Meg standing there still naked, but suddenly very warm. If Tia could devour as thoroughly as she could knead strained muscles, Meg was in for a treat. And she had a thought or two about how best to taste her newfound Asian morsel. Beaming, Meg headed toward the bedroom and shower. She doubted she’d ever kissed anyone shorter than herself. She was five foot even. Tia couldn’t be over four ten, if that. And their kiss had been filled with want and promise. Tia’s body had melded so nicely into hers. The only problem had been that Tia remained fully dressed. That condition would definitely change on Sunday afternoon. Meg nearly skipped into the shower knowing waiting wasn’t going to be easy. It never was. * * * * Jack looked up from the cards to stare at her. His dark eyes softened. With one hand he swiped at a lock of black hair that often threatened his brow. “Why should it? You’re your own woman. I don’t have a brand on you. I’ve known you’ve been with other women during your time in Vegas. Why should this one matter to me any more than any other?” “Because I’ve never invited a girl to your place,” Meg huffed. “I do wish I’d kept my apartment.” “Nonsense. That would’ve been a waste. Besides, I like waking up with you at my side.” He cocked his head to the side. “You sure you won’t stay beyond the summer?” Meg shook her head. They’d been over this ground before. “You know I need to get back to New York. I need to get on with my life.” “Sorry I’m such a drag on you.” He gave her a wicked smile. “And you always say my age doesn’t matter.” “Fifty-one doesn’t make you ancient.” “I have my days,” Jack said, flipping over a card. “But I know what we have is transitory. Don’t worry about me getting carried away.” He smirked. “But you have been a breath of fresh air for me.” “Cripes, the way you hang out around poker tables, anyone would provide a breath of fresh air.” Meg smiled and purposely softened her tone. “And you’ve been very good for me too. I don’t know how I would’ve made it through the hectic pace of the last six months without your steady influence. You’ve always been there, and with few demands.” “Perhaps,” Jack began wistfully, “I should’ve been more demanding.” He must’ve seen her nostrils flare because he lifted a hand to forestall her response. “You’ve renewed my faith in life.” He grinned devilishly. “Even in love.” He reached beneath the table to straighten his erection. “You’ve given this guy hope.” “I’m glad.” Meg beamed, kicked off a loafer and brought her foot to his crotch. “He’d make any woman happy. So has he ever been with two women?” A quirky smile quickly crossed Jack’s lips. “In his younger days. Not sure he could handle that anymore.” Meg tipped back her head and laughed and then stared hard at Jack. “I’ll put my money on him. Is that a bet you’d want to take?” Jack shook his head slowly. “I wouldn’t bet against him.” “I thought not. He’s so hard. Can’t I help him out a little bit?” Jack shook his head again. “You know the rules. No sex on the night before a tournament. I’m not overly superstitious, but breaking that rule makes for a very poor day with the cards.” “The only good thing about that,” Meg quipped, “is you’re randy as hell when you do finish a tournament.” “You’ll probably be sated by the time I get back. Sounds like you expect your masseuse lady to be quite thorough.” “She will be.” Meg pushed her chair away from the table. “But I’ll be ready for you. I bounce back quickly.” She stuck her tongue out at him. “Perhaps that’s a function of youth.” Jack grimaced. “I must admit I never expected to keep up with a twenty-six-year-old dynamo like you.” “You do because you let me lead a lot.” Meg stepped around the table to peck at Jack’s cheek. “One thing I love about older men is they don’t mind a woman taking charge now and then.” Jack squeezed her rump affectionately. “We depend on that. No need to let ego get in the way of some fun loving.” * * * * Tilting her pelvis to give Tony a slightly different angle, Tia brushed a hand across his firm chest as he continued sliding slowing in and out of her. He leaned lower and kissed her forehead. She caressed his back. “I didn’t know you knew Meg.” He slowed even more. “I don’t, much. When she’s helping out at the community theater she seems to pay more attention to the actresses than the actors. We’ve only talked a few times.” “But you noticed her.” Tia traced his pecs with her fingers. “Who wouldn’t? She exudes sex, whether she knows it or not. She’s got an exceptional ass. So are her tits as upright and firm as they appear?” “Yes. But I’ve never felt them as a lover.” “Until tomorrow?” “That’s right. Are you jealous?” He shook his head. Tia dug her fingernails into Tony’s shoulders and clamped her vagina tight around his cock. “So have you fantasized about being with Meg like this?” She watched him swallow hard and then
give her a lopsided grin. “Of course. I expect most men and women
who’ve seen that infectious grin of hers have fantasized a little.” “Jesus, woman,” Tony growled, beginning to propel himself back and forth rapidly. Tia giggled as Tony rammed into her. He was coming already, gasping above her. She reached for her clit and joined him reveling in the rush of climax and its afterglow. His body crushed against her frame and pinned her to the mattress. It was one of her favorite moments of lovemaking. Soon he would move, leaving her. Would Meg stay with her longer? Would she hold and want to be held forever? When Tony pulled out and rolled off, Tia gave him a tiny smile. “So were you thinking of fucking both of us when you came in me?” His color deepened as if she’d pried too far. “Of course I was. You planted the seed, right?” “I did.” She squeezed his chin. “I think you’ll like Meg. You two have so much in common.” Tony closed his eyes before rolling to his back. Soon he was dozing. Tia hoped her plan would work. She hadn’t come up with the idea until after she’d left Meg the other day. But it did seem that Tony and Meg had much more in common than she and Tony did. Maybe Meg was the catalyst to get them off their plateau. And Meg’s current boyfriend was some kind of old poker player. She’d never met him, but she doubted Meg had any long-term interest in the guy. He sounded fun enough, but very temporary. Increasingly, that’s the way she felt about Tony. Tia curled into a ball. She definitely looked forward to tomorrow afternoon, to finally having Meg totally and completely. She peeked at the sleeping form of Tony. But she wasn’t opposed to sharing—and given some things Meg had said, she doubted her former client would be opposed either. Once she’d brought Meg together with Tony who knew what might happen. Tia drifted, trying not to foresee the future. What would be would be. She had to trust that. * * * * “They’re gorgeous,” Meg cooed, caressing Tia’s breasts. “Dainty and firm.” She and Tia stood in Jack’s bedroom where Meg had just pulled Tia’s pink tank top over her head. There wasn’t time to bother with the white shorts hugging Tia’s tight butt. Meg had waited too long to fondle those tawny breasts whose dark nipples jutted forward matching her desire. “Only you could make dainty sound sexy.” Tia lips curved in a smile. “They may not be much, but they are what I have. And they are quite sensitive.” She laced her fingers behind Meg’s head and drew her closer. “Use your tongue, please.” “With pleasure.” Meg traced the curve of a breast with the tip of her tongue. She chuckled at the sound of Tia’s purring and Tia lurched forward, demanding more. Not wanting to disappoint, Meg drew one pointy orb into her mouth. She suckled the entire breast as Tia frantically slid her hands up under Meg’s top to palm her breasts in turn. Meg’s groans quickly matched Tia’s. She dropped the breast from her mouth and gasped for air. Frantically, she yanked her top over her head, freeing her breasts. And then she stuck her tongue out while dragging her nipples across Tia’s. “I knew you would be fun.” She backed away a bit and fumbled for Tia’s zipper. “May I?” she asked, batting her eyelashes. “You’re stunning in white shorts, but I need to see you naked.” Tia tilted her pelvis. “You better.” The sound of the zipper thrilled Meg
as she held Tia’s gaze steadily. Silently, Tia helped shove the
shorts down over her thighs until she could kick them aside. She hadn’t
worn panties. Neither woman bothered with Tia’s sandal straps.
Meg stared for a long moment. Moaning, Tia rocked against Meg’s palm while crushing her lips against Meg’s. They kept their eyes locked on each other as Meg drove her tongue between Tia’s parted lips and as she wiggled a finger into Tia’s heat below. Tia’s eyes rounded and then closed as Meg stroked her with practiced ease. Tia broke their kiss only to sink her teeth into Meg’s shoulder. Even that failed to muffle Tia’s screams as she began to flow over and around Meg’s finger. Meg cuddled her new lover close and Tia fought to maintain her equilibrium. There was no hurry—they had all afternoon and night if they wanted. Meg began to question if that would be enough to satisfy their mutual hunger. At last Tia breathed heavily, stepped
back, cast Meg a sheepish look and sighed. “I’ve waited months for you to do that to me. Sorry we left you out.” She clutched Meg’s hands. “I’ll make it up to you. I can be slow.” “I know you can. Delightfully slow. And you hardly left me out.” Meg squeezed Tia’s fingers. “But I’m getting a little tired of standing here when that king-sized bed is waiting for us.” Tia followed her gaze. “Yes, I can see it wants to help us discover each other. Perhaps we shouldn’t keep it waiting any longer.” Moments later, Tia inhaled Meg’s
scent. “You’ve experienced my finger massages. Do you like
my tongue massage as well?” Tia lifted her head and winked at
Meg. She’d already worked her way down Meg’s throat, had
thoroughly laved one breast and was turning her attention to the other.
She flicked her tongue at the second swollen nipple. “I’m already simmering.” Meg locked her ankles around Tia’s butt, increasing the friction like rubbing two pieces of velvet. “Don’t be impatient,” Tia cautioned before tweaking a nipple with her teeth. “We can try that another time. I’m giving you a tongue bath now. Don’t interfere.” “Yes, ma’am.” Meg chuckled, letting her legs fall to the mattress. “You do seem to have a plan.” “Umm.” Tia wet Meg’s ribcage and worked her way lower. “I’ve always loved how your belly button sinks inward.” Her tongue rimmed it before testing its depths. “Wow,” Meg cooed. “I’m glad I left my belly ring out for the night.” “Me too, but it is pretty.” Tia ducked lower still, ignoring Meg’s most sensitive region to trace a path of wetness down one inner thigh only to stop at the knee. There Tia took her time exploring this erogenous zone. “You’re torturing me,” Meg squealed. Snickering, Tia kissed her way down Meg’s leg and ankle and began chewing on her foot—first the instep, then toe by toe. Meg waggled from side to side but did not try to pull away. Tia lifted the other leg, cradling it between both hands as she lowered her head to that foot. Meg whimpered when she suckled the little toe into her mouth. “Don’t you have any mercy?” Meg murmured. Sighing, Tia lowered the foot to the
bed and nodded. Quickly, she worked her way up that leg and thigh. At
last she knelt between Meg’s thighs and drew a pillow under her
bottom. Satisfied that her lover was entirely open to her, Tia nestled
between Meg’s legs and began licking at the edges of the puffy
glistening folds staring her in the eye. Not to be hurried, Tia made her way all around those engorged pussy lips—left side, top, right side, bottom. She caressed Meg’s already fully engorged clit. Slowly, she traced the ridge between Meg’s pussy and her anus. “Please, I can’t stay on
edge much longer. Clit, pussy, ass. Do something. Please.” Tia made a show of wetting a finger with her mouth. Meg’s eyes rounded as she brought that finger to bear on Meg’s anus. And then Meg smiled as Tia began to work it slowly inward. Meg raised her knees, placing the soles of her feet on the mattress. “Fuck my ass,” Meg moaned
as Tia’s finger passed through the protective outer ring. “Jesus!” Meg wailed. “Too much. You haven’t touched my pussy.” “I will,” Tia chirped. “I saved my tongue for your pink pussy. Is that what you want?” “Hurry. I’m coming.” Without speaking, Tia ducked her head until her mouth covered Meg’s vulva. She slid her tongue along its slit and then pushed it inward. Meg immediately bucked against her and began squealing to the gods. Tia probed, feeling and tasting Meg’s release slipping and then pouring over her tongue, over her lips and ebbing down her chin. She swallowed quickly but could not capture all the flow. She was bathing in Meg’s juices and couldn’t remember being happier. She’d fantasized about this moment for so long. Her fantasy was surpassed by each drop of liquid Meg bestowed on her. Lost in her own bliss, Tia didn’t
realize that Meg had gone limp beneath her. Sated at last, Tia gently
removed her finger from Meg’s bottom, gave her pussy one last
affectionate kiss and slid up along Meg’s body until she could
easily cradle her. Meg pecked at Tia’s lips, still caked with her juices. “A tongue bath beats a tongue lashing any day,” she quipped. “So true,” Tia responded, “but a spanking done well can be quite lovely, too.” Meg’s face lit up. “Oh, I love a pleasurable spanking. I knew we’d have so much in common. Though we better get some snacks and fluids in us before we exhaust ourselves.” Meg disentangled herself and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Tia grinned. “You’re probably right, though I can’t imagine a better path to exhaustion.” |