Chapter Fifteen
Entering the thirty-fifth floor suite flanked by Brody and Ian helped ease Piper’s nerves and for the first time she didn’t resent their hovering. The large room was exactly as she remembered, sofas and chairs spread about, floor to ceiling windows along one wall giving a spectacular view of the star studded night and brightly lit skyscrapers along the boardwalk, a small bar set in the far corner and soft, muted music being drowned out by the sound of people talking and, occasionally, voices crying out in sexual pleasure. Her response at seeing the open sexuality that reminded her of Charles’s party that she had crashed was the same despite the underlying risks involved tonight. Excitement hummed through her veins as she watched a man casually reach over and release his escort’s breasts from her black satin bra without stopping his discussion with the three other men he was conversing with. The woman, a tall redhead with full breasts, seemed eager to have him touching her, her gasp audible as the man gave one light pink nipple a hard twist.
Two men were seated side by side on a couch, already enjoying blowjobs from the women kneeling between their legs. Piper couldn’t take her eyes off the sight of their bobbing heads and busy hands, the way they knelt there with their nipples showcased in cutout bras and their pussies on display in crotchless panties. When a tug on their hair from the men made them switch places and cocks, she knew they had done this before.
“Okay,” Ian said, his gaze on the women’s bare asses, “Now I see the point of crotchless panties.”
Brody thought the green satiny thong he had helped Piper into was sexier, leaving something to both the imagination and to look forward to uncovering, but he’d have to be a eunuch not to get turned on by the sight before them. “Try to keep your eyes in your head and remember we’re here for a reason,” he told Ian dryly, their gazes locking over Piper’s head.
“We still have to fit in and you know it.”
“Maybe sooner than later.” Brody watched Pasquino break away from a small group of people and head their way, his eyes curious on Piper again, which made him nervous. Grabbing Piper’s hand he gave it a squeeze before letting go and greeting the drug lord. “Pasquino. Thanks for the invite.”
Antony Pasquino coolly greeted Sandoval’s ex-bodyguards, his attention on their escort as he once again tried to remember where he had seen her before. Her black hair and vivid green eyes were very attractive as were the curves he could detect beneath the clinging camisole she wore above her thong, but it was the nagging suspicion that he had seen that face before that held his attention. Irritated that he couldn’t place that face, he told Brody, “Enjoy your evening. Maybe we’ll talk later.”
“Well, that was short and sweet,” Ian remarked as Pasquino rejoined his small group, his eyes now more interested in watching the two women in the midst of several men kissing and kneading each other’s breasts. “I need a drink.”
“Let’s head that way and then we’ll have to start participating.” Brody looked down at Piper, seeing if she knew what he meant, which, by the way her eyes lit up, she did.
“I’m fine, Brody,” she assured him. Even though she wasn’t sure about how far she wanted to go publicly, she was excited enough to want to indulge in a little exhibitionistic foreplay.
“We just have to take it far enough to be convincing. Ian and I have to keep focused, and that’s hard to do around you, darlin’.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
Brody reached down and fondled Piper’s exposed buttocks as he and Ian struck up a conversation with the bartender and was proud of the way she responded, acted like she was used to being touched in front of strangers. In fact, she responded almost too convincingly, her pointed nipples plainly visible through the thin top and her shifting hips against his hand made it difficult for him to concentrate on their conversation with the bartender as he poured their drinks. He did manage to stay focused enough to learn he was a new employee at the Empire and was enjoying his job. After a few more minutes talking about the casino, Brody knew the bartender hadn’t heard any information about either Pasquino or Sandoval that could be useful. Still, it hadn’t hurt to try. Usually bartenders knew everything about everyone, but this one was too new to have been privy to much gossip yet.
“Time to mingle,” Ian said as they moved away from the bar. Other than a few of the high rolling spenders that Charles had befriended and who were now guests of Pasquino’s, they didn’t know anyone here, which would make it easier to simply listen in.
“Remember Piper, you’re a woman on the clock, paid to do whatever we want,” Brody reminded her as they started to mingle.
“Got it,” she said with confidence. Piper didn’t think she’d have any trouble if he kept touching her. Knowing there were eyes on Brody’s hand caressing her bare cheeks coupled with the feel of him fondling her ass had its usual effect and she was pleasantly aroused, her excitement working to keep her mind off Pasquino.
Either Brody or Ian had their hands on her as they moved around the room, stopping to chat with people or to simply stop and watch whatever sexual act they were engaged in, their constant fondling of her ass, the way one would casually slip a hand under her top to caress her breasts or slip a finger down between her buttocks to lightly graze her anus and her slit, kept both her arousal and her confidence high. That confidence was tested a few minutes later when Brody, in the middle of a heated debate about sports with a small group, reached down and cupped his hand around one exposed buttock again before giving her a sharp smack, the sudden sting making her jump. Quickly, she remembered her place and turned liquid eyes up to him as she shifted her ass against his hand. Her response didn’t have to be feigned as her body reacted the way it always did when he spanked her. When Ian reached down and started fondling her other cheek, she kept her eyes averted from the other men and two women in the small group, her arousal building so quickly she was having trouble controlling it. She suspected most of the women here tonight faked their responses, and were damn good at it, just as she suspected most of the men could care less whether their partner was pleasured or not as long as they were. She knew Brody and Ian had to remain detached enough to keep alert, but if she got this turned on from some simple ass play and a light swat, there was no way she was going to stay focused on anything except climaxing. It was a good thing she wasn’t an undercover FBI agent, she thought ruefully.
Brody didn’t like the way one of them men was looking at Piper, namely from the neck down, but that was to be expected. Her breasts were barely visible through the thin low cut top, just enough of their shape and size to make a man want to see the barrier removed. Fondling her ass was having its usual effect on him, and, if he wasn’t mistaken, on Ian, but he could handle his arousal. It was others he was worried about.
“Why don’t you give us a better look at those tits, girl.”
Even though she knew it was coming, the request from the guy who had been staring at her breasts since they joined their group still took Piper by surprise and she couldn’t help glaring at him for his rude crudeness even though she planned to do as he asked. When she hesitated, Brody stepped in for her.
“Lower your top, darlin’. Show us what you’ve got for us.” Any of these other women would’ve looked at this jerk as a temporary boss and done his bidding without hesitation. Thankfully, he had been expecting Piper to act normally by glaring at him instead of meekly obeyin
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Hearing him calling her darlin’ in that slow, toe curling drawl made it easier for Piper to do as instructed. Keeping her eyes downcast, she pretended it was just Brody and Ian watching her as she lowered the thin straps of the camisole and let it drop around her waist. The exposure made her nipples tighten even more and the feel of all those eyes on her made her pussy swell with cream. Now she was thankful more than ever for the experiences Brody and Ian had subjected her to. Their sexual encounters had unknowingly prepared her for tonight, the risks of being seen making it easier to stand here half naked in front of strangers, her off the chart responses to everything they exposed her to making it easier to accept the arousal she felt from both watching and now participating in their hedonistic exhibitions.
“Very nice. They even look real.”
Before they realized the man’s intent, he reached out and squeezed Piper’s breast, digging his fingers into the soft flesh before she gasped and lifted her arm to knock his hand aside. “They paid to touch me, you didn’t,” Piper snapped, her breast sporting the red imprints from his fingers.
“I see you haven’t done anything to teach her some respect,” Pasquino stated coldly behind them.
Brody reined in his temper and saw that Ian was struggling to do so also. If Piper hadn’t reacted so swiftly, he would have. His response would have been acceptable to any man who wanted to keep a woman for himself, at least for the time he had paid for. Piper’s response, he knew had angered Pasquino, who seemed to have a distaste for women in general. Turning to face him, he said as smoothly as possible, “We spent a lot of money to book her for the weekend and don’t want to share. Your friend can wait and schedule some time with her when we’re through with her.” He felt Piper stiffen and reached out to squeeze her arm warningly. Hopefully she knew he omitted her name to keep her identity a secret as much as possible and the rest was cover.
Piper remained silent, hoping she hadn’t screwed up too bad, but when Pasquino turned those icy blue eyes on her, she couldn’t help but lean against Ian for support. She’d be an idiot not to fear this man.
“A little discipline then, since I don’t allow insubordination from any woman.” Pasquino handed a round leather paddle to Brody, adding, “Five swats.”