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For Books, For Love, For Ever
For Books, For Love, For Ever
Susan Charnley
Susan Charnley
The Widow's Revenge by Rue Allyn
CHAPTER ONENew York City, October 31st
Maggie Winters was looking for a Tarzan in a palm leaf loin cloth and a Jane in a leopard skin bikini. Tarzan, also known as Alec Carter and CEO of Carter Enterprises, was her target. Jane was the woman hired anonymously to help pull a joke on a friend. At least that was the story Maggie gave out. Her hired partner for the evening didn't need to know that the joke was really bait for a trap. A trap intended for Alec Carter and set under cover of tonight's charity masquerade.
Since Maggie definitely wasn't a lesbian, she had some doubts about using a lesbian encounter as bait. Although she did enjoy sex, especially adventurous sex. That part of her life had been missing for the last three years as she clawed her way out of debilitating grief. She'd been functioning fairly well for the past few months, but she hadn't really felt alive until she'd seen Alec Carter's picture in the article announcing this masquerade. In that moment she'd felt a rush of conflicting feelings from guilt over her heart thumping attraction to the handsome face to anger at the callous owner of the face and a compelling desire for vengeance. If she could cause the CEO of Carter Enterprises to feel the tiniest echo of the grief his unfeeling actions had caused her, she might finally be able to regain her life. Alec Carter owed her. Collecting on that debt became be her personal mission. She didn't have money or connections like his, so using the only assets she had that might affect him, she aimed to make him pay. Tonight was just the first installment.
From the mezzanine level, she'd surveyed the crowd of costumed contributors attending the annual masquerade and searched for a nearly naked man.
A leering cowboy approached. "Hey there little lady, wanna ride a bucking bronco?" He swiveled his hips giving a sample of the bucking he offered.
"I'm meeting someone." She shook her head and turned her shoulder to him. Once again she wondered if she could go through with the woman on woman encounter that she believed would lure rich and powerful Alec Carter into the net intended to destroy his business reputation and private life.
"The ride I got in mind won't take long." Pushing on her shoulder, he forced her to face him and reached for her wrist.
"I said, no!" She evaded his grasp and put steel into her voice, shifting to walk away. He reached for her arm again. This time he caught her wrist and started pulling. "Aw, you don't mean that. You're dressed like that prostitute, Camille. You'll put out for anybody if the price is right. And I can pay better than right. Now come here."
She dug her heels into the plush carpet. Making out with a lesbian can't as bad as fighting off a drunk aggressive male.
The tug of war was short-lived.
"Leave the lady alone. Or would you like me to feed you to the lions?" The voice resonated in her bones, and the quiet menace in the cultured tones freed her wrist.
Maggie soothed her reddened skin with one hand, raised her head to thank her rescuer and gawked.
Before her stood the Tarzan she'd been searching for. The article photograph of Alec Carter definitely did not do him justice. That photo showed him to be handsome. In the flesh he was beautiful in all the ways that made male different from female. Lips shaped for kissing. A narrow nose. A broad forehead. A head of lush, black hair. Golden eyes flecked with green and surrounded with a thicket of night dark lashes.
Determination lived in that glided gaze. Command rode in the knife sharp jaw darkened with a dusting of black whiskers. And sex. Sex. Sexual prowess vibrated in the wide shoulders; taut, sculpted muscles of arms, legs; narrow hips and what appeared to be a generous genital package, if the lift of the palm leaves were anything to go by. An earthy scent mixed with his male heat, skittered along her skin, and sank tendrils of longing deep in her belly. She licked her lips. On a purely elemental level she wished she could spend the entire night tasting him, savoring him. And how wrong was that? Deriving pleasure, even physical pleasure, from the man who'd killed her love and her life seemed wrong. What other option do I have? I can't ruin him financially or with influence. Sex is my only weapon. I'll have to find a way to keep my emotions and physical pleasure separate.
Towering above the shorter man, Tarzan bristled at the cowboy and gestured over his shoulder with his thumb.
The gesture broke the spell, and she realized that behind Tarzan stood two huge men dressed as African lions.
The cowboy backed off.
At a signal from Tarzan, the lions eased into the crowd.
Carter definitely knew how to get his way without a lot of fuss and bother. She fully expected that kind of autocratic behavior from the man who without qualm had ordered her husband to his death.
"Alec Carter." He held out his hand.
"Alec," her husky whisper echoed. Maggie nodded and extended a hand. She tried to stay in character and give less than her customary firm handshake. But keeping track of anything, let alone the role she should be playing was difficult with his tawny gaze penetrating every pore.
He clasped her palm firmly then quickly released her.
He'd been much easier to find than she expected, almost as if she'd conjured him by thinking of him. But she had not wanted to get this close this soon. Tonight she was supposed to bait the trap she setfor him. Instead, she felt as if he'd snared her.
"And you are…?" He waited quiet and insistent, for her to exchange courtesies and give her name.
"The lady's with me." A six foot, coffee-skinned, flame-haired Jane interrupted, saving Maggie from having to answer.
The woman muscled her way between Maggie and Tarzan-Alec then slid an arm around Maggie's slim shoulders pulling her close to Jane's side.
Rescued again, but was her lesbian partner for the night really a better alternative to the intimidating male animal poised before her?
The shock on Alec's face at being confronted by an unabashed lesbian might have been amusing, if it weren't also insulting.
"Excuse me. I'm sorry. I didn't know. Didn't mean to intrude." To his credit he didn't try to run away while he stammered his apologies.
"No problem," Jane replied. She gave him a toothy grin, slowly perused his tall muscled body then licked her lips. "We were about to find a little private time in the conservatory. You could join us if you like."
"Uh, thanks, no. I have other commitments." He declined, but his avid gaze slid over the two of them, and his respiration escalated a bit.
Maggie was fairly certain they had him hooked. He was too smart to risk exposure at an event like this, but he wouldn't mind watching someone else do it.
Statistically, watching two women make love ranked high on the list of popular male fantasies. Just below participating in a ménage a trois. While Maggie wouldn't object to the latter, arranging a tryst with three people in a nearly public place was more complicated than necessary. All she had to do tonight was catch Alec Carter's interest. And for that making love with one woman should be enough.
So despite her personal preferences, she began to look forward to her sexual encounter with the stunning Jane.
"Too bad," sighed Jane. Her lips formed a sexy little moue completely out of character with a jungle heroine. "Perhaps another time."
Alec, his eyes glazed with sexual longing, nodded.
Maggie turned with her hired date and sashayed in the direction of the conservatory.
Jane bent and put her lips next to Maggie's ear. "We got him babycakes." Maggie smiled and nodded. "Yes, I think we do."
They stopped beside the elevators and waited. The Conservatory was on the next level down.
"You sure you want to go through with this," asked Jane. "I saw how you looked at Tarzan. You don't normally swing this way, do you?"
"No, I'm about as hetero as they come, but my friend back there needs to be taught a lesson in humility. This will definitely do the trick. Besides, we aren't exactly going to run naked through the halls sexually attacking everyone in sight. This is a public place, and we do have to keep most of our clothes on."
The elevator doors opened. They entered the empty car, and Maggie pushed the button for the lobby floor.
"True, true," sighed Jane. "Although, the spot you selected for our little show is fairly secluded. Too bad about you being hetero. I could go for you in a big way."
"Sorry."
"Well, I'll have tonight to remember, so let's enjoy the ride." Jane smiled.
Committed to the imminent encounter, Maggie turned her thoughts to the biggest gamble of the evening. Would Alec Carter take the bait? They'd let him know where they intended to be. Only one spot in the conservatory would be private enough. And only one other spot provided an unobstructed view of that semi-private location. She had cameras placed to catch every lurid act as well as Carter's voyeurism. But he had to be there or the entire plan would fail. She was gambling not only that Alec Carter would want to watch, but that he knew the masquerade venue well enough to watch from exactly where she could catch him on video. The purpose of the video was twofold. First to provide a record of Alec Carter's promiscuous and irresponsible behavior. Second so she'd know that he'd taken the bait. If he wanted her enough to watch her have sex with another woman, then he'd want her more before Maggie was finished with him.
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From the mezzanine Alec watched as the two women left the elevator and made their way to the conservatory. The scent of ginger and oranges lingered along with the vision of lake-deep blue eyes, a lush pink mouth, and creamy skin. He really didn't have any immediate commitments. He'd be meeting friends for drinks in about an hour. But until then he was on his own. Good thing he hadn't brought a date. He doubted any woman he knew would be interested in watching two other women, strangers at that, get it on. But he was interested. Very interested. And as arrestingly attractive as Jane had been with her café au lait skin and fiery hair, it was Camille, delicate and pale, her breasts nearly spilling out of that low cut gas-light era gown, who interested him most. He wouldn't mind having a piece of her himself, but since that wasn't an option, watching would be almost as much fun. His gaze tracked the women until they disappeared beyond the conservatory door way.
Alec hurried to follow. He'd been coming to this charity event for years and knew this building. He had a solid idea just which corner of the conservatory the ladies were headed for. The one with a long leather lounging chair flanked with potted palms that arched over the chair and screened it on three sides. He also knew the one place in the conservatory where a person could watch that chair virtually unseen.
Slow and quiet, he made his way through the dimly lit space headed for a small bench on the narrow room's near wall. This side of the room was always in shadow because the lights set high in the ceiling faced out toward the tall glass windows. At night the effect from outside was stunning, but inside, anyone on the Alec's side of the room was walking in darkness. He approached the bench, careful not to stumble against a plant or pot. Pausing as he neared his seat, he checked to make certain the women were well occupied and wouldn't notice him moving around in the dark.
He shouldn't have looked.
The blonde, her skirts and petticoats foaming around her waist and hips sat sideways to his view, cradled on the lap of the redhead who faced the bench where Alec would sit. The top of Camille's dress had been lowered to her waist, her elbows were bound in the sleeves and her back arched. Jane's dark hands splayed over Camille's pale ribcage, lifting the smaller woman up for easier access to her breasts. The dark woman's tongue licked and swirled at Camille's taut pink buds then closed over one glistening nipple to suck loudly. The blonde woman moaned and tore her arms free of the restraining sleeves. She grasped the red-head's hair and thrust her chest at the woman's mouth forcing her breast deeper into the sucking lips. Alec stumbled his way to the bench. Fortunately, he didn't knock anything over on his way.
Camille squirmed in Jane's lap. "That feels so good. Let me touch you."
With one hand she pushed the bikini bra away, exposing generous dusky breasts with large rosy nipples. Camille palmed one breast then pinched the nipple, pulling the bud, and scraping her nails across the tip then repeating the process.
Jane growled and released her hold on the blonde woman's torso only to plunge her hand into the frothing cloth and between Camille's legs.
The blonde moaned, arched higher and raised up her far knee.
Alec was close enough to see pearly liquid glistening on Camille's hair free cunt. Open mouthed, he watched Jane's long fingers plunge repeatedly into the swollen red lips of the pale pussy and her thumb stroke the clit that hid from his view.
Camille spasmed. Her legs flailed wildly, and she cried out as she came.
Jane shifted quickly to kiss Camille and take the still climaxing woman's ecstatic cries in her mouth. All the while Jane's fingers worked at her partner's pussy.
Long shudders raked Camille's body as the constant stimulation drew out her orgasm. Finally, her body stilled and lay limp in Jane's tender clasp.
The red-head kissed the blonde's cheek and eyelids uttering soothing murmurs to the shaken woman. "Ssh, babycakes. It's all right."
Tears gleaming on her cheeks, Camille lifted her head and smiled at Jane. "That was more than all right. That was beautiful. Thank you."
Jane placed her cum shiny fingers against Camille's lips. "Thank you."
Together the women licked the fingers clean.
Camille rose up between Jane's spread legs, placed her hands on the taller woman's shoulders, and kissed her with a wild tangle of tongues and lips. "I want to do something to make you feel just as good as I do right now."
Finally they parted for breath. "You'll do a lot for me, babycakes, you will. Just as soon as we get home." Wearing a lust filled grin, Jane eased her hands under Camille's skirt.
From the side, Alec got a glimpse of a pale pink ass cheek being squeezed by dark narrow fingers.
Camille pouted and her responsive body lifted upward putting her champagne glass breasts at her partner's mouth level.
"Why not now?"
Jane chuckled quietly and kissed each perky nipple. "Because we are still in a public place, and what I want you to do for me, I want you to do completely naked. Now let's put our clothes back together and get out of here. I'm hungry for some wet pussy. How about you?"
Jane's hands reappeared from under Camille's skirts. The darker woman restored her bra to its original position.
"Sounds great." Camille stood, poking her arms back into the sleeves of her dress.
Jane straightened the voluminous skirt and petticoats then helped to button the top.
Giggles and quick caresses accompanied the dressing. Patting their hair into place the two women left the conservatory.
On his bench, Alec panted and shoved his hands down his slacks and squeezed his cock in an attempt to get his rampant erection to subside. His brain was so full of tits, asses, lips, tongues and pussies that the attempt failed miserably. He had to do something, but moving would be painful. Finding a men's room or some other more private location was out of the question. The need to cum was too great to tolerate delay. Knowing that it wouldn't take long, he risked exposure and spent the next few minutes mentally reliving the scene he'd just witnessed while he jerked off into his handkerchief.