Free Stephanie's Revenge by Susanna Hughes Page A

her
fingertip, tapped it softly, then harder, then harder still.
    She felt
herself coming, each blow of the finger producing a shockwave in
her body, each shockwave joining with the one before, taking her
higher, her whole body raked by sensation. As her orgasm broke, as
the taut elastic of her nerves snapped, making her cry out loud
with its intensity, her mind was full of images, feeding her
orgasm. She saw the driver's eyes silently watching her in the
mirror, she saw Gianni's cock weeping its tear of fluid, but most
of all, she saw herself, tall and straight, clad in the clinging
cat-suit, standing whip in hand next to the helpless Gianni. She
saw her revenge. It was that image, she knew, that brought her off
again, a final shockwave pulsing through her already tingling
nerves, a final moan of pleasure wrested from her lips.
    Without a word
from her, the driver started the engine and pulled the car out into
the traffic. Stephanie lay still for a moment, luxuriating in the
aftermath of her orgasm. Both her hands were wet with her own
juices; the back of the car reeked of the smell of sex.
    They were
heading past the Palazzo Barberini, a baroque seventeenth century
palace, and were, therefore, very near the hotel.
    Stephanie
slipped on her boots and climbed back into the fur coat. There was
no way she could squeeze herself back into the cat-suit, even if
she'd wanted to - which she didn't. The idea of walking through the
Excelsior, naked but for her fur, made her smile.
    The driver
pulled the car into the small colonnade of the hotel. A doorman
immediately opened the rear passenger door, and was rewarded by a
view of the whole stretch of Stephanie's thigh as she climbed out,
and a ten thousand lira note which she pressed into his palm.
    'I won't be
needing you again tonight,' she said to the driver. He stood
impassively by the driver's door, his face giving no indication of
what had happened. 'Think of me,' she wanted to say, 'when you're
fucking your wife.' But she said nothing, not even smiling at
him.
    Stephanie felt
wild. Her body was tingling, her nerves flaring. As she walked up
the steps into the hotel, she felt the cool silk lining of the fur
against her naked body, against her rump and her thighs, against
her hard nipples.
    She was much
too excited to sleep, that was certain. She turned into the bar,
instead of heading for the lift.
    'A very dry
Martini,' she said to the smart but diminutive barman, arranging
herself on one of the barstools. 'With a twist.'
    She watched
him make it, shaking it in a silver mixer before pouring it into a
triangular cocktail glass. 'Grazie,' she said.
    'Prego,' came
the automatic response. The barman smiled, revealing two gold
teeth.
    The bar was
almost empty. A middle-aged couple sat in the heavy brocade
armchairs, drinking a bottle of French wine. The man had watched
Stephanie come in. It was not easy for him to see her from where he
was sitting, but he tried his best, twisting around, attracted, no
doubt, by the way the fur coat fell away from her crossed legs to
reveal a great deal of tanned and shapely thigh - so much it almost
looked as if she had nothing else on under the fur. Could it be
true? He strained to see.
    The martini
was just what she needed; a big cold jolt of strong spirit.
    'Where is the
best nightlife near here?' she asked the barman.
    'Well...' He
thought for a moment. 'La Sinistra. If you want to dance, is
good.'
    Dancing was
exactly what Stephanie wanted to do.
    'Can I walk
there?'
    'Si. Is just
across the street. Where Harry's Bar is, on that corner.'
    'Great.'
    She finished
the martini.
    'You look very
happy, signorina. Is nice to see people looking happy.'
    'I am.'
    'Better than
looking sad. Too many people, they look sad all day. Look sad, feel
sad.'
    'Yes.'
    She peeled a
ten thousand lira note from her purse and left it on the bar.
    'Grazie,
signorina.'
    'Prego,' she
said, smiling.
    As she climbed
down from the bar-stool, the fur fell away and a naked