Free Tease by Immodesty Blaize Page B

operator to give me a lilac gel? It’ll look best with the pink outfits.’
    ‘I already asked, it’s fine.’
    ‘Great! See you at six.’
    ‘Oh, Tiger?’
    ‘Uh huh?’
    ‘We need to sign on Vegas, time’s running out.’
    ‘Oh no, not Vegas again. Do we really need to talk about it any more?’
    ‘I can hardly see what’s to hesitate about, Tiger. You’ve wanted it for fifteen years. You’re doing it. End of. See you at six.’
    ‘Yes, boss.’
    ‘I hate that.’
    ‘Sorry.’
    Tiger ended her call and sighed, knowing the Vegas argument was imminent that evening. Tiger just couldn’t risk public humiliation at the hands of the critics. A Brit in Vegas was fair game at the best of times, and if Lance de Brett’s malevolent words on her opening night had been a sign of things to come, Tiger had everything to lose. More than that, she couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she felt her confidence evaporating; ironic after having worked so hard for so many years for this opportunity. Why, when she seemed to have the world at her feet, did she feel so troubled?
    Pushing all thoughts of the evening’s show to the back of her mind she pulled the limo’s privacy screen back.
    ‘Vladimir, this traffic is ridiculous; can you just drop me at Rex’s office round the corner, then take all my kit home. Blue knows what to do with all the trunks. That cool with you?’
    ‘Yes, Ms Starr. No problem.’
    Vladimir jerked the Towncar into a violent U-turn amidst crazed beeps and honks and within minutes safely deposited an excitable Tiger at the door of Hunter Gatherers’ headquarters, armed with sweet smelling gladioli.
    ‘Oh Rex, baby,’
    ‘Argh, for fuck’s sake.’
    ‘Look it – it’s okay…’
    ‘Sorry, Vicky, this hasn’t happened before …’ Rex spat into his palm and pumped his cock furiously with hishand, muttering curses and willing it to get past marshmallow consistency. Fuck you, Tiger. Fuck you for messing with my head, thought Rex, breaking into a sweat as he pummelled away. Vicky rose from the palatial-sized bed and coolly pulled a Marlboro Light from the packet by the minibar.
    ‘It’s not me is it?’ asked Vicky, standing by the open window, jutting her little tits towards Rex and trying to look sexy.
    ‘Argh you stupid bitch, no! It’s me!’ Rex liberated his cock and flopped forwards onto the bed, concealing his excuse for manhood. Vicky looked visibly offended.
    ‘Sorry. Sorry, look I’m just stressed out, babe, I shouldn’t have taken the afternoon off really. I have a shitload of work to do before tomorrow, I guess I’m just preoccupied. Sorry, babes.’
    ‘Yeah, I’m sorry too,’ said Vicky quietly as she exhaled a long thin stream of smoke and tapped her nails on the windowsill.
    ‘Here, put some clothes on,’ muttered Rex, throwing a bathrobe lamely in her direction.
    ‘What?’
    ‘I mean, well you just look cold, that’s all,’ mumbled Rex, realising he had pissed Vicky off enough by now that he could guarantee she’d be deleting his number from her phone within the hour.
    ‘Look, if there’s someone else,’ started Vicky.
    ‘Babe, I only have eyes for you,’ responded Rex, onautopilot, as visions of Tiger swam tantalisingly before his eyes. Those magnificent bouncing breasts, that amazing arse, running his hands over her glorious hips and taut stomach as she mounted him like a rodeo champion. That roaring infectious laugh of hers, those voluptuous lips, swallowing up his helmet as her soft pink hair tickled his balls … Rex now felt his cock rigid, drilling a hole in the mattress.
    Looking up he saw that Vicky had gone and locked herself in the bathroom, and he was sure he could hear her snivelling over the sound of the running shower. Great. Suddenly he hated himself. What was he doing here in a six hundred quid a night hotel suite, at lunchtime like some hooker’s John? He ached with longing, he needed to be with Tiger, wrapped in her curves,