Chapter 9 — SATURDAY NIGHT — Matters take an unexpected turn
Jack Palmer's body was warm and electric. Like every molecule of his being wanted to get up and dance. Move. Be touched.
He'd worked out what it was on the way back to the room. MDMA. Chemical grade Ecstasy. It must have been mixed into his drink. He'd only had one, the drink that Jade had brought over to him. So the culprit was obvious. She'd told him she wanted them to be friends and then drugged him. Why?
"Hey, where is this," he said out loud, as the stunning African model guided him into the empty suite.
Her arm was around his waist to steady him. It had been there ever since they'd left the bar. Walking wasn't easy.
His fuzzy brain was still attempting to understand why she'd drugged him, but at the same time it was difficult to ignore the needs of his body. The soft curves of Jade's breasts had constantly moved against him as she'd helped him to his room. His cock had reacted instantly. She smelled good, too. Real good. Some kind of spicy perfume.
"Why thank you, Jack," he heard her say.
It took a moment to realize he must have spoken out loud.
"You smell good, too," she added once they were inside the suite.
Her eyes were sexily narrowed as she turned to face him, one hand hooking around his neck and the other stroking across the front of his trousers. Was his erection that obvious? When she traced the outline with her fingers, he grew another couple of inches.
"This thing feels like it needs a good home," she breathed, leaning in to kiss him.
He shouldn't have responded. He was in love with Roxie. And yet it that searching mouth, those full lips, that flicking tongue, felt so good.
He'd never been high before, but knew enough to realise that his state of arousal had been enhanced by the ecstasy. It was consuming him. He had a head full of euphoria and it was so light that he felt as if he could float up onto the ceiling.
This feeling was good. So were Jade's lips...
But suddenly she wasn't kissing him anymore. He glanced around, wondered where she'd gone. She'd left the suite?
His thoughts turned to Roxie as he tried to concentrate. He wished his beautiful girlfriend was here with him right now. His Roxie. Roxanne with her red hair. Roxanne with her wide green eyes. Roxanne with the body of a lioness. His cock was throbbing. He needed her.
But then he heard Jade's voice calling. He followed the sound into the bedroom and when he got there, his heart missed a beat. Jade was lying in the centre of the bed. Her clothes lay on the floor and she was completely naked. With her lustrous dark hair, long dark limbs, and voluptuous body, the African woman was sex incarnate.
He blinked his eyes, but she was still there when he opened them again. Lights and rainbows danced inside his head, making him dizzy.
Then he saw the item in her hand. The dildo had a clear shaft with a red and white helix swirling through the core. Ridges spiralled up the shaft and the head was sculpted like a real cock.
He watched breathlessly as she dragged it across the ebony skin of her breasts, touching each nipple, down into her cleavage and then across her toned stomach towards her sex. Her thighs were spread-eagled, offering him a clear view of her cleanly shaved pussy. It was pink and moist, the large folds of her lips swollen and open with arousal.
"Hello, Jack," she huskily murmured, shooting him a provocative smile. "Want to watch?"
Palmer tried to breathe as Jade spread her long legs even wider. She traced the dildo across her flesh, teasing herself with the motion as it hovered just above her wet folds.
"I've been thinking of this all night long," she gutturally murmured, biting her lip as she ran the tip along her glistening opening. "I've been so horny at the thought of that cock of yours inside my mouth again."
His cock? Inside her mouth? No. His cock belonged to Roxie. And yet it was impossible to forget how good the feeling had been only a few short days ago, when Jade had given him a blow job and then fucked him like an Amazon Goddess.
He leant back against the door to steady himself as his gaze returned to the lewd picture confronting him. Instinct screamed at him to get out of there. Jade had arranged this situation to trap him! Instead, he shifted from one foot to the other, mesmerized. The floating feeling was consuming his body again. So was the drug-induced arousal.
"Mmm, after this, I'm going to need the real thing," she breathed, moaning as she grazed the dildo across her engorged clit.
He watched as she circled her clit with the fingers of her left hand, while she teased herself with the dildo in her right. Each time she slipped the head just inside her opening, a sharp moan punctuated her heavy breathing.
Palmer felt his cock straining against its confines as he watched—for a minute, two minutes, five minutes?—enthralled by the intense sexuality unfolding in front of him. Her nostrils flared. Her breath came in short bursts. Her wide hips slowly pushed upwards onto the dildo and her large breasts swayed erotically with each movement.
He considered unzipping his trousers as he watched. The need to set his pulsating hardness free was almost irresistible. But that would have interrupted the sexy scene.
"I know," Jade hoarsely said, pulling the dildo away and sucking on the end for a few moments. "Why don't you? Take it out. Show me."
He realised he'd been talking out loud again.
Should he? Could he? He was so hard he was aching. Another couple of blinks failed to clear his head and then she was fucking herself with the dildo again. Her sensual gaze was hypnotic, watching him as she pleasured herself. It was suddenly too much.
He pushed away from the doorframe and obediently unzipped himself. Jade licked her lips as his cock sprung free.
"That's going to feel so good between my lips," she whispered. "Come and I'll show you, Jack. Right now."
*
"Long time no see, darling..."
Nikolay Volkov enjoyed the startled expression on the woman's striking face as he stepped into the dressing room. Roxanne's full, pouting lips had parted in a silent gasp. It was clear that he was the last person she'd expected to see.
Everything was coming together for him. He'd recovered from the shock of hearing Kazakov's voice, listening to the bastard asking him for money, threatening him. The assassin would be stepping into a trap when he came to collect. That left Volkov free to concentrate on more immediate aspects of his plan.
The arrangement with the Sheikh had been finalised. He was using Michelle to trap the cop sent by the London Met and might even take her into his employ once she was discredited. And now, he was about to drive a wedge between Roxie and her meddling ex-cop boyfriend.
Even with the shock of seeing him etched on the redhead's face, she was as beautiful a woman as he'd ever seen.
"Nikky?" she snapped, pulling her robe closer around her stunning body. "What are you doing here?"
