CHAPTER TWO: SUGAR AND STRIFE
It was twelve noon when Katherine arrived at the Rio. She threw away the half smoked cigarette and checked with a receptionist she knew. Daniel was indeed staying there, and by a remarkable co-incidence, in a suite on the same floor as Mario. When she alighted from the elevator, she resisted a strong urge to turn left and see if he was there. That could come later if things turned out that way.
Instead, she headed left and gently knocked on the door to Mario's suite, anxious to sate her strong urge for sex. She smiled at his rugged, Hispanic good looks and threw her arms around him, pressing into his crisp, black suit.
"I thought you would have changed by now, baby," she murmured, rubbing her right knee against his crotch and creating an immediate reaction.
Katherine walked over to the large double bed and dropped her purse onto the bedside table. She sat on the edge of the mattress, letting her short skirt ride up her tanned thighs as she pulled off her tall heels. She shook out her glossy read hair and then eased herself backwards.
Mario's eyes widened as she slowly pulled her skirt higher. She wasn't wearing panties. Smiling at his reaction, she lifted her bottom up enough to let her wriggle out of the tight skirt. His tongue flicked across his dry lips as she unwrapped her top. Suddenly, she was naked.
It seemed that Mario could not decide whether to stare at the strip of red hair between her thighs or the deliciously pale and freckled breasts with their pink and proud high nipples. His eyes rotated between the two until Katherine made up his mind for him, stretching her legs wider.
"Come and get it, baby," she purred.
Her fingers slid down through her soft curls and parted her lips. Her clitoris begged for attention. Mario gave a soft, guttural moan and lowered himself to his knees beside her.
"Just what I had in mind, doll," he rasped, his black eyes glittering.
Katherine eagerly spread her thighs. She kept her eyes locked on his, crooking a finger to beckon him over. As he slid his hands slid under her buttocks, she sighed loudly.
"Damn woman, you are so ready for Mario. . . ." he grunted as his eyes devoured her moist sex.
You have no idea, she thought, wrapping her hand into his slicked back hair and pulling him in to the Promised Land. His soft lips on her impatient sex elicited a moan. He bathed her with long, slow sweeps of his tongue. He had proven himself to be an expert in previous encounters and today was no different.
He devoured Katherine with an urgency matched only by her own. There was no finesse, no slow build up.
His tongue probed deeper in time with her pleasurable moans. Her grip in his hair tightened as she lifted her undulating hips against his working mouth. She humped against him, her face glued to the concentration on his. He sucked and licked at her free flowing honeyed juices. His fingers joined his tongue, twisting in her velvet channel. His lips moved North and after several gentle strokes of her slippery nubbin, he took it between his teeth.
Katherine felt herself spiral out of control as he sucked it inside his mouth. His hands seemed to be everywhere. On her breasts. Groping the rounded globes of her buttocks. Flicking inside her.
Her hands held his head in position and she shuddered and bucked against his face. She lifted her hips and pushed herself into his mouth, her moans prolonged by his continual sucking. And just as she began to recover, the sharp pain as he deliberately dug his fingernails into her buttocks sent her over the edge again.
Eventually he began to slow the movements of his tongue, almost as if he was pacing her as she came down from her orgasm and began to catch her breath. Only then did he stand up to undress himself, kicking his discarded clothes to one side.
Katherine knew it was his turn now. She sat forward on the edge of the bed now and reached out, cupping his testicles. She softly squeezed and caressed them, watching with eager eyes as his semi-hard cock grew.
"Fuck, doll," he gasped. His words were cut off as Katherine's mouth took over.
She looked up into his eyes as she sucked hard, expertly throating him. Her mouth paused there for a few teasing seconds before she eased back, retaining just his bulbous head. She ran her tongue around the crown, his body jerking from little flicking motions before she went down on him again, sucking up and down in rapid motions. Her mouth was a suction machine and she felt him begin to throb.
"Careful, doll," he gasped, but they both knew it was too late.
With one final deep-throat she took him over the edge, his hips stating their familiar shudder. He fired his first offering against the back of Katherine's throat, the second immediately following. She eagerly took it all, her hand pumping his shaft in an effort to extract every last drop, until eventually he pulled his diminishing manhood from between her tender lips.
"We're not finished yet, baby," she murmured over her shoulder, as she headed for the bathroom. "Just lie there and regain your strength until I return. Then we can get down to some serious fucking!"
*
Katherine took one final look in the bathroom mirror. She looked hot, even if she said so herself. Her green eyes were gleaming with arousal and if her thrusting breasts looked as good to Mario as they did to her, his lips would soon be on them. Mario was in for a treat, that was for sure.
But just as she switched off the light, the knock on the door of the suite surprised her. Surely Mario wasn't going to be called away on business at her time of need?
His curse indicated that the disturbance surprised him too, and she eased the bathroom door ajar to watch him amble over to the suite door. She heard, rather than saw, his surprise.
"Desmond.... I'm kinda busy right now..."
Three men came into her view as they ignored his protestations and walked into the centre of the room.
"Kinda busy?" the chubby one responded. "Kinda busy? Big Eddie doesn't pay you to tell us you're kinda busy!"
"I... I know, Desmond," stammered Mario. "But if we could get together later..."
But Desmond just smiled, looking around the bedroom. He fixed his thin black tie and then pulled at the lapels of his checked grey suit.
"Nice room," he muttered. "You've gone up in the world, Joshua paying for a suite. I wonder why that is?"
Mario made no answer as he pulled the folds of his thin gown around him. He looked like a rat caught in a trap.
"You got company?" Desmond asked as he walked across and threw open the door to the adjoining room.
"No, no company," he said, staring around. "But it looks like you are expecting some. So we better finalise our business before we're interrupted."
He walked away from Katherine's view into the larger room. She saw Mario forlornly look around and then seem to accept the position. The two men in the ill fitting dark suits ushered him to follow Desmond and gently pulled the door closed behind them.
Damn, thought Katherine, in two minds whether to make herself scarce or wait until they finished. She skipped out of the dark bathroom and quickly dressed, but as she pulled on her shoes she heard the sound of raised voices. She tiptoed to the door. Just a quick listen. Just for a moment. And then she was out of there. Perhaps she would pay Daniel a visit after all?
"How can you deny it?" she heard a voice say. It was Desmond's. "We paid you good money for information and you doubled crossed us!"
