Amy “Red” Riding’s Hood (Adult fairy tale erotica) (13 page)

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Excerpt from
Goldie’s Locks and the Three Men

Goldie batted her eyes at him and played coy all the way up
the elevator and down the hall to his hotel room. In his room, Gary emptied his
pockets of chips and placed them in the room’s safe.

“Aw, what’s a matter, Gary. You don’t
trust me?” She placed her red, satin clutch purse on the counter.

He typed in a personal lock code Goldie
couldn’t see. “Nothing against you, Baby. But right now I can’t afford to trust
anyone.”

When he stood back up, Goldie grabbed
his belt buckle and unthreaded the leather strap. “Let’s get you out of these.”

He scowled. “Don’t you want to tell me
your prices first?”

Oops. This wasn’t the first time her
mark thought she was a hooker. The easiest way to dispose of any suspicion in
these instances was to follow through with their assumption.

“Thanks for the reminder, Ace. I got so
hot at the prospect of riding a man as sexy as you, that I forgot about my
rates.” She slid her hands down her sides to play the part. “I normally charge
five hundred dollars for a house call, but for you,” she ran her hands over her
breasts, “I’d love to do you for four.”

He whistled. “I’ve never spent that
much on an extravagance, but seeing how tonight has been so good to me, four
hundred it is.” He punched his code to the safe, opened it, and extracted four
black chips before locking it up again. Goldie still didn’t catch the code. She
took the chips from his hand. “Thanks.” She placed the chips on the counter and
reached the back of her dress to undo her zipper.

“Wait a sec.” He touched her arm. “For
four hundred dollars, I want to enjoy this.” Crouching in front of the
mini-bar, he snapped the beaded plastic tie seal and tugged the fridge door
open. “I’ve never used a mini-bar, either. Tonight I’m going to break all my
rules.”

Break
all the rules.
God, how those words excited her.

He stood up and whipped off his tie.
Her heart pumped with relentless abandon. Was he going to tie her? She hoped
so.

“Go ahead.” He pointed to the mini-bar.
“Take anything you like. I promise not to look.”

Shit. Did he know she was a thief?

He gestured to the mini-bar again.
“When you’re done with your drink, I’ll guess what you had. If I guess
correctly, I get to make you more comfortable.”

She let out a breath. He didn’t know
she was a thief, he only wanted to play a game. Though it wasn’t clear what he
meant by making her more comfortable, this sounded like a great game. “And if
you guess wrong?”

“I’ll give you one of my famous
massages.” He winked at her.

She eyed his wide hands. How could she
lose? “Alright, then. Don’t look.”

He turned his back. For a moment, she
planned to end the charade. With his back to her, she could grab a few of his
ties from the closet, jump him, and tie him up. There would be a few seconds of
him yelling, but when is yelling in a Vegas hotel room suspicious? She could
gag him with a balled up sock, get his chips and leave. She’d be long gone
before he could call the authorities.

But he had to say the magic words.
Break all the rules.
Why did that sound
so appealing? He even had some mysterious game up his sleeve. It could be
innocent, it could be dangerous. Why did she hope it would be dangerous?

She smiled and dipped beside the
mini-bar and examined her choices. Inside chilled the cutest selection of
miniaturized bottles with all different shapes and shades of intoxication.

She checked behind her. Was he true to
his word? Yep, he wasn’t peeking. She chose the Johnnie Walker Red Label
whiskey, twisted off the cap, and gulped a nice bullet. The liquid heat fired
down her throat and made her head a bit dizzy. She closed the bottle and
returned it to the mini-bar before shutting the fridge door.

“Done.” She stood up. “What do you
think I dr—”

He spun and thrust his lips against
hers. The surprise kiss shook her to her core, spurning on a fire that reached
all the other parts of her body the whiskey missed. His delicious tongue snuck
inside her lips. He tasted sweet. Having his body pressed hard against her
brought on a stream of comfort she wasn’t used to. Was this what he meant by
making her feel more comfortable? By the sensation at her thigh, his torso
wasn’t the only thing pressed hard against her.

When he broke the kiss, he whispered,
“Whiskey.”

Damn! No, wait, losing wasn’t a bad
thing in this game, was it? Answering that question was too difficult. After a
kiss like that, she had to put all her concentration into standing upright.
“You win.”

What
was it he won? Oh, yeah. He gets to make me more comfortable.

“Lie on the bed.”

She saluted. “Yes, sir!” She could do
that. Lying was her specialty. She hopped her butt onto the bed and scooted to
lay her head atop a pillow.

“Let’s start with your shoes.” He
carefully unbuckled the straps of her pumps and slipped them off. She wiggled
her toes at the open air, enjoying the release.

He climbed above her, placing a knee on
either side of her waist. It was so sexy to have a man dressed in a white dress
shirt and suit pants on top of her. It made her feel prized, so different from
the way others had treated her. But she knew feeling prized was just an
illusion. He wanted her body, plain and simple. Finding prince charming was
just a fairy tale. He reached for the band at her ponytail but she pulled her
head away.

He scowled. “I’m just helping you let
your hair down.”

Goldie gulped. “I can’t. Anything else
is fine. Just not that, okay?”

He shrugged. She let out a sigh of
relief when he wrapped his arms around her. Good. He wasn’t offended. She
anticipated another kiss but instead, he unzipped her dress and unclasped her
bra. Her body celebrated the freedom from her bra’s restraint.

He smiled. “Better?”

“Much.”

“Now to make your bra disappear.”
Gliding his fingertips up along her arms, he crept under her sleeves and tugged
down at her shoulder straps. She made his task easier for him and pulled her
elbows out of the straps. Once the straps slipped back through her sleeves, he
tucked a hand down the front of her dress and removed her bra creating brief,
not all-too-unpleasant friction against her nipples.

He threw the bra over his shoulder. It
fell to the floor. “Presto.”

“You’re quite the magician.”

“You ain’t seen nothing, yet.” He moved
down to her feet and stole his hands underneath her dress. His hands were warm
as they made their journey up her thighs.

Helping him out, she raised her hips as
he tugged down her panties. She realized he was one of those guys that liked
clothed sex and wanted her to keep her dress on. That was okay with her, though
she preferred the feel of skin against skin.

“Abracadabra.” He tossed her thin, red
garment over his shoulder.

“I’ve always wanted to be the
magician’s assistant.”

“And such a beautiful assistant you
are.” He slid his hands up to her waist. She felt him press his rod against her
leg the whole way.

“Is there anything of yours you’re
going to make disappear inside me?”

“As much as I want to, I have to play
fair.” He took out a coin from his pocket. “Heads you give me head, tails I sit
on your tail and give you a back rub.”

He flipped the coin. She watched the
coin spin in the air. On the one hand, getting him to come would finish him off
quickly and she could get back to the task of snagging his winnings, but on the
other hand, that back rub sounded too seductive to pass up. She’d been working
hard casing the casinos this last week for a one-way ticket to Chicago. All
that work wound her muscles tight. She could take the time to untie those
knots.

He clapped the coin to the back of his
hand and checked to see who won. “Tails.”

“Yes!” she cheered.

He smirked at her and climbed off of
her. “Turn over.”

She spun onto her stomach. He sat down
on her butt. Those smooth hands now found their way under her unzipped dress
and caressed her shoulders. The caresses became gentle squeezes. Mmm. He was
indeed good at giving massages. But then, was there even such a thing as a bad
massage?

His fingertips etched circular designs
of release down her spine. She moaned. His hands felt so good. The plan of
stealing from him brought a drop of guilt down her throat, but didn’t last. She
knew that like other guys, he’d just blow it all the next day at cards. Whether
he lost his money to the tables or to her, the result for him would be the
same. For her, the result would be vastly different. The buzz she got after a
job, that buzz of feeling in control and independent, it was the best part of
living the way she did. She was no longer the helpless, poor girl she was when
she was growing up. She was no longer associated with the mud-crusted homeless
people on the streets.
By
taking what she wanted, without anyone getting in her way, she took control of
her life and the way she wanted to live it.

His hands weaved their wonders back up
to her shoulders and he ground his crotch along the valley at her hips. Pretty
soon, Goldie knew, all the blood from his head would be rushing to other places
and he would be too distracted to focus on giving her a great back rub. Sure
enough, she heard him unzipping his pants and he raised the hem of her dress.
While one of his hands remained tacked to her shoulder, his other dipped down
her cleft and found her folds.

At first, his fingers were clumsy and a
fingernail pinched her. She opened her legs a bit to help his blind fingers
feel their way. That did it. She felt him rub her in spots that stirred
sensations deliciously unlike a back rub. Arousal, not relaxation. Her wetness
could attest to that. She writhed on his hand, ready for him.

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Modern erotic fairy tale
Goldie’s Locks and the Three Men
is available on Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Goldies-Modern-Erotic-Fantasy-ebook/dp/B00CNUW9AO/