“Is that the real reason I’m here!” Tiffany’s mood shifted from bliss to outrage at the mention of Lyle and Tina Brinkman.

“What do they want? I’m not even sure that they didn’t set up Raffe and make up that bullshit about him peddling girls online,” Tiffany struggled to get up out of Stephen’s lap.

“Settle down Tiffany. Listen to me. Listen to me,” Stephen let go of her and helped her to her feet.

He tried to take her in his arms but Tiffany pushed him away.

“I need a drink,” Tiffany said furiously.

“It’s ten in the morning,” Stephen said.

Tiffany glared at him and he knew better than to argue. He went over to the bar to pour her a drink.

“And a cigarette,” she snapped at him.

“This is a non-smoking hotel and…” Stephen started to say and then he saw the fury reflected in those green eyes.

“Top drawer of the sideboard,” he nodded over towards the flower arrangement.

Tiffany snatched the cigarettes from the drawer and lit one, her hand shaking. She blew smoke at the ceiling and glared at Stephen. She snatched the drink out of his hand and took a sip. Stephen went back to the bar and fixed his own drink and came back to where Tiffany was standing in the middle of the room.

He indicated a chair and Tiffany dropped into it. She crushed out her cigarette in an antique crystal dish and reached for another.

“They’re going to fine me and make me pay for the room to be deodorised and for that dish,” Stephen began but when he saw the rage reflected in Tiffany's eyes he shut up.

“Ah fuck it. Give me one of those,” he snatched the cigarettes off the side-table and lit up.

“The dish is a knock off. If they charge you more than a hundred for it they’re ripping you off,” Tiffany hissed.

Stephen looked at her quizzically.

“I started work in an antique business when I first left home. It’s a short story with no happy ending, except for my cunt uncle who got plenty of happy endings out of me,” Tiffany stared down into her glass but Stephen knew better than to pursue this interesting segue.

“Ok the truth,” Stephen began.

“I did initially pay for your services so that I could put a business proposal to you. I also did ask around about you, I had to get two references to log into your website after all.”

“Everything I told you last night is true. I do admire and respect you and I love being in your company,” Stephen tried to take her hand but she snatched it away.

“You don’t know anything about me,” Tiffany finished her drink and waggled the glass at him.

Stephen continued to talk while he made her another drink.

“You’d be surprised what I know Tiffany. I know you were kicked out of home by your mother and father and then by your aunt and uncle. It must have been terrifying being a transsexual girl only just beginning her transformation, abandoned, then arriving in LA not knowing anyone.”

“But you made a success of your life. You overcame all the obstacles. Yes your lifestyle would appear, shall we say, unorthodox to some, but you are a success, there is no doubting that,” Stephen raised his glass to her in a mock toast.

“What is this? This is your life?” Tiffany said sarcastically.

“You don’t know anything about me,” Tiffany snapped.

“I know enough though. I know that you are one of the best card dealers around and that you have on occasion, determined the outcome of a game,” Stephen studied the end of his cigarette.

Tiffany took a deep breath. They were sailing into deeper water now. Was this a sting? Was she about to be arrested? Unlikely, most investigators don’t fuck their suspects.

“Ok. Enough bullshit. What do you want?” Tiffany arose and took Stephen's glass from him and refilled both their drinks.

“First Lyle and Tina did not set up Raffe Ignesman. Why kill the golden goose? Raffe was finding them young girls to appear in their porn.”

“Second off. It’s possible that you didn’t know what Raffe was selling on the dark web, but you are so quick and intelligent that I bet you at least suspected,” Stephen took a sip of his drink.

“Do you know that when he first took you in, he put you up for auction for offers of over two hundred thousand dollars. Right after you recovered from your reconstructive surgery,” Stephen waited for a reaction.

“That makes good business sense. It would have been an excellent return on his investment,” Tiffany said frankly.

Inside she was seething. Raffe was willing to sell her into sexual slavery for a few bucks.

“Anyway, let’s get back on track. Lyle and Tina had to go overseas into hiding but they are back now. They were able to convince the Russian mob that they had nothing to do with the Sarah Carter incident which resulted in the FBI investigation into human trafficking,” Stephen continued.

“Sarah lives in Waikiki by the way, with her husband Randy Carter and to this day denies that she was at the house where the exchange was to take place. She claims that she received the gunshot wound when someone tried to snatch her bag in the Dodger Stadium parking lot.”

“Lyle and Tina cooperated with the FBI and brokered a deal. They admitted that they procured girls from Raffe and that they abetted the brokerage of young girls, albeit unknowingly. They just assisted. Tina hosted special parties hosted by Raffe at his safehouse. They didn’t know it was a trafficking venue, they claim they thought it was just prostitution,” Stephen made an sympathetic gesture.

“Bullshit they didn’t know!” Tiffany growled.

“Maybe. Maybe not, but some people could say the same about you,” Stephen smiled.

Tiffany squirmed in her seat. This was an accusation that she could never disprove. She had been interviewed by the FBI when Raffe disappeared and it was obvious they didn’t believe that she didn’t know about that side of Raffe’s business.

“Get to the point,” Tiffany wanted another drink but knew better than to have one.

“Lyle and Tina Brinkman had to pay off the Russians and they paid a hefty fine to the FBI but they are now free and clear. But…” Stephen looked at Tiffany expectantly.

“But their porn business is gone and they’re broke,” Tiffany finished his sentence.

“Not quite broke,” Stephen smiled conspiratorially.

“They have a nest egg. Not much. Two million and change. And they have an idea how to grow it,” his smile widened.

“What is it you do exactly Stephen? You list your occupation as ‘other’ on your profile, which I usually find interesting, but in this case I think I’m going to regret it,” she reached for another cigarette.

“I’m a broker, I bring people together,” Stephen flashed the smile at her.

“So what are we going to do; play Ocean’s Eleven?” Tiffany said sarcastically.

“Not quite, but close. I’d like to set up a meeting with you and Lyle and Tina Brinkman. I’ll mediate. It’s a business proposition. One where you are likely to make a lot of money,” Stephen crossed one leg over the other.

“How much?” Tiffany glared at him.

“A lot. Nearly a million,” Stephen opened his hands to emphasise his point.

“When and where?” Tiffany finished her drink and crushed out her cigarette.

She was ready to leave.

“Why not here, as we previously arranged,” Stephen smiled magnanimously.

“Sure. But now you have to pay for my time,” Tiffany replied spitefully.

“Of course Tiff. I’d pay for you regardless,” he walked with her to the door.

“I meant what I said last night. I’ve known you only a few hours and I already feel a deep affection for you,” Stephen leaned in and softly kissed her lips.

He opened the door and Tiffany began to leave. She stopped and looked over her shoulder at him.

“There’s something you should know,” she said.

Stephen shrugged his shoulders.

“I’ve fucked both of them,” Tiffany said and then turned away and walked down the corridor.

“You forgot your tip,” Stephen called after her.

“I’ll put it on your tab,” Tiffany called back.

“I have a tab? Does that mean I’m going to be seeing you again?” Stephen chirped.

Tiffany just smiled to herself and pressed the button for the elevator.

Tiffany deliberately arrived late for the meeting. She didn’t want to appear too eager to take up their offer, whatever it was. As promised, Stephen Bently had deposited two thousand dollars into her business account to pay for her services.

She had gone for the power look when she dressed for the meeting. A tight-fitting navy-blue suit with short skirt, a white satin blouse, flesh-toned pantyhose and black high heels. Her makeup featured smoky eyes, bright red lipstick and a little rouge on her alabaster skin to highlight her cheekbones.

Stephen came down in the elevator to greet her and she was surprised, or rather disappointed, that he didn’t make a move on her on the way up.

“Don’t you like what you see?” Tiffany playfully pouted at him.

“I love what I see. I’m trying hard to hide an erection in case you didn’t notice. But I don’t mix business and pleasure,” Stephen said pragmatically.

“But I’m going to fuck you senseless after the meeting,” his face broke into a grin.

“Who says I’m staying?” Tiffany liked to banter.

Stephen pressed her against the wall of the elevator, his face only an inch from hers. His hands squeezed her thighs.

“When I pay for something I expect to get it,” he was breathing heavy.

Tiffany grinned at his childish attempt at bravado.

She kissed the tip of his nose.

“We’ll see mister Bateman,” she smirked.

Stephen smiled back at her.

“I really do like you, you know,” Stephen held her at arms length and studied her face.

Tiffany blushed. It was rare that she ever became embarrassed.

Tina had to be in her fifties but she was still stunning. She was wearing a green satin Cheongsam with a Mandarin collar; the hem rested at the top of her thighs showing off her long elegant legs sheathed in sleek flesh-toned hosiery. Her waist had thickened a little and her bosom had obviously had some work done to it, as had her face.

It was elfin; heart-shaped, with blue eyes, tiny nose and cupid’s-bow lips. Her jet black hair was worn shoulder-length, emphasising her long elegant neck and alabaster skin. Her makeup was perfectly applied with dark smoky eyes and red lipstick.

She broke into a genuine smile when Tiffany entered the room. Tina could be mistaken for Tiffany’s older sister because they looked so much alike. Lyle had taken advantage of their resemblance when making his porn. He promoted their movies as mother-daughter or sister-sister tranny incest. Two trannies who had an uncanny resemblance was bound to tickle the fancy of those who had eclectic tastes in pornography.

Lyle too had aged gracefully. His hair was still thick and had retained its colour; Tiffany guessed it was an expensive weave. He was trim and good looking. Her mind couldn’t help but flick back to him fucking her bent over the executive desk in his office.

Not that she was special, Lyle fucked all the girls who worked for him. He saw it as his duty to sample the wares before he put them in his pictures.

Tina stepped forward and took Tiffany’s hand and kissed her check.

“Tiffany darling; it’s been so long,” she gave her that smile.

The smile that had melted a thousand hearts.

Tiffany had liked working with Tina. When they had sex on set they didn’t have to fake enjoying each other.

“Hello Tina. How was Juarez? Or was it Tijuana? Or some nice resort on the coast maybe?” Tiffany goaded her.

“Really Tiff? Are we going to play that game?” Tina gave her the killer smile.

“Hi Tiff,” Lyle stepped forward and hugged her and kissed her cheek, she felt him subtly squeeze her backside.

He couldn’t help himself, Lyle was still a sleaze.

“Let’s talk about the elephant in room shall we before we try to do business,” Lyle said.

“Tina and I had nothing to do with what happened to Raffe, other than that we used the girls he procured for me in my movies and Tina hosted parties at his house,” Lyle opened his hands expressing his innocence.

“I thought the parties were just an extension of Raffe’s prostitution ring but for high-rollers. Rich guys would come to the parties, take the young girls to the bedroom and try them out and if they liked what they sampled they took them home,” Tina explained it like it was just a business transaction.

Tiffany believed them both not one little bit but it would change nothing. Raffe was gone and she was broke and still selling her ass to make ends meet.

Stephen got everyone settled and made them all drinks.

“So what’s the deal?” Tiffany got straight to the point.

Lyle nodded at Stephen who began.

“Lyle and Tina approached me with an idea which at first I thought was ludicrous but having mulled it over for a while I think it will work,” he began.

“As you know there are several high stakes poker tournaments going around but we’ve decided to host our own.”

“It will be exclusive and require each prospective player to buy in for one million dollars. Six players equals six million dollars. One million of that comes from our stooge so we kick in another four, making the pot ten million dollars,” Stephen sipped his drink.

“That’s a lot of money for a game of cards,” Tiffany was interested.

“Yes and here’s the kicker. It’s a knockout tournament. We whittle them down. As the players lose they drop out of the tournament so the last two players play for everything,” Stephen had a satisfied grin on his face.

“And let me guess. We rig it so that one of the two final players is our stooge and because we own the dealer he wins,” Tiffany finished the tale for him.

“Yes Tiff. You’re the dealer and I bet you’ve worked with someone before who knows how to do this sort of thing who can be our stooge,” Lyle interrupted.

“But that someone would need to be able to ante up one million in cash,” Tina said.

“I probably know someone who can do that,” Tiffany mused.

“We make a spectacle of it. We hold the tournament here, at the Grand Lake Hotel and Casino. It’s small but it’s classy. We put the money on display, I’m having a safe built out of perspex so the players and gawkers can drool over the cash during the tournament. It’s cheesy but players like that sort of shit,” Stephen grinned.

“What’s the rake?” Lyle asked.

The rake is the percentage of the pot that goes to the house.

“Five percent, so half a million,” Stephen replied.

“Seems fair,” Lyle nodded.

“So all I need to do is kick in a million dollars cash and rig the game without being caught,” Tiffany said.

“Can you get a million?” Lyle raised a brow quizzically.

“Everybody in this room has done their research. I’m asset rich but cash poor but I know where I can get my hands on the money,” Tiffany studied her fingernails.

“A loan? Tiff, if you’re going to do that let me lend you the money,” Stephen interjected.

“No Stephen. I don’t borrow money from clients. I have some dignity,” Tiffany replied.

“I never meant…” Stephen was interrupted by Lyle.

“So does that mean you’re in? You can get the cash and find us a player?” Lyle’s eyes were burning with greed.

“Can you find the other patsies?” Tiffany countered.

“Got them lined up already,” Lyle grinned.

“Ok. Let’s do it. I’ll have my guy here tomorrow. Let’s meet here at the same time,” Tiffany was all business.

Tiffany excused herself to make a phone call while Stephen made small talk with Lyle and Tina and eventually showed them out.

Tiffany was on the phone to Kurt Bentley when Stephen snuck up behind her and put his arms around her, nuzzling her neck.

“See you tomorrow,” she said to Kurt and tossed her phone on the nightstand.

“I can tell by the feel of that thing digging in me in the butt that you are ready to take your money’s worth,” Tiffany twisted in Stephen’s arms so that she was facing him.

“Why do you have to say things like that? Like you are some chattel for sale?” she could see the disappointment in Stephen’s eyes.

“Because I am. I always have been. You can put lipstick on a pig but it’s still a pig,” Tiffany sighed.

“Jesus Tiff I hate it when you talk like that,” Stephen dropped his head.

“I’ve told you Stephen. You think you know me but you don’t really. What do you think this is? Are you playing some other movie in your head now? Am I Julia Roberts and you’re Richard Gere in Pretty Woman?” Tiffany said.

She lifted Stephen’s chin.

“I really like you Stephen. I mean I really like you a lot, but let’s just let things run their natural course ok?” she smiled and Stephen couldn’t help but smile back at her.

“Now why don’t we take advantage on the big bed right there,” she grinned.

Stephen kissed her and backed her up to bed and when she fell onto it he fell on top of her.

He kissed her, pushing her down on the bed with his body. Her skirt had ridden up and her blouse had become untucked.

“Let me get undressed,” Tiffany gasped when Stephen finally stopped kissing her.

“Uh-uh. I want to fuck you fully clothed in that power suit,” Stephen’s throat was thick with lust.

Stephen became a little rough with her but Tiffany enjoyed it. He’d been very affectionate with her up to now and it was good to see him show a little tenacity.

He dragged Tiffany to her feet and bent her over. Her knees rested against the edge of the big bed and she supported her weight with her hands spread on the mattress. Stephen kicked her heels apart and she heard him unzip.

He yanked down her panties and pantyhose and tore away her gaff. Tiffany was aroused and Stephen squeezed her penis.

“You like it a little rough don’t you Tiff,” he wheezed in her ear.

She nodded and felt him probing in the crevice of her buttocks.

“Oh my god!” Tiffany gasped as Stephen thrust himself all the way inside her.

“Push back! Push back like you want it!” Stephen growled.

Tiffany pushed back against him and wriggled her buttocks. His cock filled her anus, his glans pressing on her prostate, her own cock was leaking rivulets of precum.

“Beg me to fuck you!” Stephen gripped her shoulders and pressed her body against his.

“Fuck me please Stephen, please fuck me,” she gasped.

Stephen placed his hands on her hips and began to brutally fuck her, burying his cock deep inside her and then pulling out nearly all the way and then thrusting himself back inside her.

Tiffany moaned with pleasure as Stephen violated her. He was holding her hips so tight that it hurt, but it hurt in good way. His cock was ravaging her anus but the pleasure was phenomenal. Stephen’s thick cock stimulated the nerves in her sphincter while his bulbous glans pushed on her prostate causing Tiffany to cry out with lust.

Tiffany came.

Without touching herself she ejaculated, spattering her warm seed onto the satin comforter.

“Oh god yesss!” she moaned like a harlot as Stephen held her tight and ejaculated inside her.

She pushed back against him and ground her buttocks, draining him of his issue. His hot cum filled her anus, some of it dribbled down her leg and soaked into her pantyhose.

Stephen collapsed on top of her, pinning Tiffany to the bed, his cock still buried in her ass. Her legs were tangled in her pantyhose and with Stephen on top of her she was pinned face-down and finding it difficult to breath.

Stephen suddenly realised what he was doing and climbed off her and cradled her in his arms.

“I’m so sorry. I hope I didn’t hurt you,” Stephen looked lovingly into her eyes.

“Sorry for what? That’s just the fucking I needed thank you very much,” she patted his face.

“Now let me get undressed so we can get a little loving going on and you can do me again, but slowly,” she smiled at him.

She saw him sulk.

“Ok I’ll leave on my nylons and heels, I know you like that,” she grinned at him.

While Stephen and Tiffany spent the night making love Kurt Bentley was on a chartered plane flying in from LA. He arrived late but there was a room waiting for him at the Grand Lake Hotel. He crashed and slept til late in the day. He contacted Tiffany who confirmed that the meet was still on.

So at the next meeting the five conspirators: Lyle and Tina Brinkman, Kurt Bentley, Stephen Bateman, and Tiffany Robinson all met together in Stephen’s hotel room.

Tiffany had been home and changed and collected the one million dollars cash she needed from her anonymous donor. She refused to tell Stephen where she got the money when he pressed her. Kurt had bought his million in an attache case. Lyle and Tina put their two million on the table and Stephen put in the remaining one million to bring the total to five million dollars.

“That’s a fucking lot of cash!” Kurt whistled.

“And our patsies are going to ante up five million between them which we split equally when they lose. We all chip in for the rake so we make nearly a million each in cash,” Lyle grinned.

“So you and Tina are happy with a million dollars each?” Kurt was sceptical.

“Look. We put up two million and make back another two mil, that’s one hundred precent profit. Where else do I get that return on investment except for selling drugs,” Lyle replied.

“Selling people,” Tiffany couldn’t help herself.

“Tiff! Really!” Tina admonished her.

“Sorry, sorry. Dumb thing to say,” Tiffany apologised.

Introductions had already been made and Tiffany could see that Kurt was taken with Tina. If Lyle wasn’t here she bet Kurt would make a move on her.

Tonight Tina was wearing a plain blue dress that hugged her curves, sheer tan nylons and black heels. Her makeup was perfect as usual.

Tiffany was looking just as good in a red low-cut, figure-hugging dress that showed a lot of breast and a lot of leg. Stephen would have been distracted by her if not for the pile of cash sitting on the table.

“Check this out. The money will go into the casino vault for safekeeping overnight but during the games it will be on display in this,” Stephen showed them the perspex safe.

The inner workings of the safe and the money would be visible to the players and the spectators. It was just a stunt, but one designed to attract the kind of gamblers they wanted.

Lyle and Tina had found five very rich and very reckless poker players. All five had played and lost in high stakes games before but they won every now and then. Even the worst players get lucky and that’s why Tiffany was crucial to their plan.

Kurt was no schmuck when it came to Texas Holdem and he could beat the patsies fair and square nine times out of ten but they needed certainty. Because the rules of the tournament required each player to go all-in at least once in the game and it was winner takes all for the final pair, those odds weren’t good enough. Tiffany would only assist Kurt when he needed it but it would always be at a crucial time in the tournament.

Tiffany was good. Very good. She could riffle stack, overhand stack, and double lift and it would be imperceptible to almost anyone. The problem was that if you cheat too often you get caught; the odds are against you. Tiffany would be very judicious in doctoring the deal.

Stephen was liaison with the casino and had organised a poker room for their exclusive use. The casino advertised the tournament discreetly to its best customers. Those who were disappointed not to be playing could pay to watch. There would be places for only twenty spectators and they were sold out immediately.

The five dupes would be arriving in two days and Tiffany and Kurt worked hard at practicing their trade. Tina, Lyle and Stephen sat in to play so that Kurt had someone to play against.

That evening Kurt invited Tiffany to his room so they could practice their signals. Poker players watch each other and the dealer intently so they had to work hard to send and receive almost imperceptible signals to one and other. There wouldn’t be many, just a subtle signal to tell Kurt when to fold, when to bet and when to go all-in.

“We gotta be better than last time. I got caught out on the security camera,” Tiffany said, a little embarrassed that she had.

“Bullshit! Someone tipped off Brian Madsen. That asshole couldn’t find his ass with own hands,” Kurt was standing at the wet bar pouring them both a drink.

“All cheaters get caught eventually,” Tiffany took the proffered drink.

“Hey Tiff. If you were thinking of running a scam and you needed the best card mechanic on the West Coast, you wouldn’t think twice about getting her fired so that she needed the job,” Kurt looked at her over the rim of his glass.

“Fucking Lyle Brinkman!” Tiffany hissed.

“What about Stephen Bateman? How can you be so sure it wasn’t him?” Kurt countered.

“It could be either of them I suppose. Either way it’s too late to worry about it now,” Tiffany drained her glass and held it out for a refill.

“Aren’t you having a few too many Tiff? I thought you might have a hot date with mister Bateman, that guy is nuts for you, I can tell,” Kurt put more ice and a double hit of Jack in her glass.

“That’s why I’m throwing you a freebie tonight you lucky boy. Mister Bateman is getting a little schmaltzy for my liking. I’m the girl you fuck and tip as she leaves, not the girl you fall in love with,” Tiffany drained her glass and held it out again.

“I don’t know Tiff. You’d make the perfect wife. You understand baseball, you have a penis, you don’t get a period, and you love anal sex,” Kurt said sarcastically.

Tiffany just rattled the ice cubes in her glass.

“Hit me again lover, then come and fuck me a little. This time I’ll throw in some foreplay,” Tiffany chuckled.

She finished her drink and came over to where Kurt was sitting in a big overstuffed chair and straddled him, her dress hiked up to the top of her thighs. She put her arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him. She teased him, putting just the tip of her tongue into Kurt’s mouth and then retracting it when he tried to kiss her harder.

“Bitch!” he sighed and pulled her closer, forcing his tongue into her mouth.

Tiffany growled with lust and wriggled in his lap, Kurt’s cock was pressing against her thigh and she broke the kiss just long enough to unzip him and free it. She let his cock rub on her silken-sheathed thighs while they kissed, then she reached between their bodies and squeezed him.

“Careful you don’t get cum on that dress Tiff, it looks expensive,” Kurt mumbled through crushed lips.

“I’d best take it off then,” she whispered into his ear and nibbled his lobe.

She stayed straddling Kurt but lifted herself up. She caught the hem of her skirt in both hands and lifted it up her body, peeling off her dress. Kurt helped her pull the dress over her head and then she dropped it to the floor.

She looked gorgeous. Her red satin bra and panties, red lipsticked lips, red high-heels, jet-black hair with subtle highlights contrasted with her ivory skin. She was wearing the sheerest of flesh-toned hold-up stockings which Kurt softly caressed as his mouth found hers again.

He freed her breasts and lowered his face to them, alternately suckling them as Tiffany’s nipples hardened in response. She cradled his head and encouraged him to lap and nip at her teats, gasping every time he did so.

They took a beat for Kurt to take off his shirt and pants and for Tiffany to free her penis and then she straddled him again, resuming their canoodling, kissing each other while Kurt stoked her breasts and she stroked his penis to full tumescence. Tiffany was hard too and freed her erection from the confines of her panties. Kurt deftly stroked it. It was big. Bigger than his in both length and girth and it seemed to pulse in his hand.

“I want to take you in my mouth,” Tiffany gasped in his ear.

“No honey. Stay exactly where you are,” Kurt whispered back to her.

He lifted Tiffany up, pulled her panties a side and lowered her onto his rampant penis, burying himself inside her all the way. Tiffany sighed and nibbled his ear and then kissed him passionately as she began to ride him. She clenched her buttocks and as she slowly lifted herself up and down as Kurt held onto her waist to guide her.

They didn’t talk. The communicated by gestures, by grunts and groans, as Tiffany, fully in control, rode his cock. She teased him, when he wanted to her go faster she slowed down, when he wanted to pull her tight she held him at arms length. Her cock was so inflamed and aroused that it was leaking a continuous stream of silvery pre-ejaculate onto his belly.

Kurt scooped up some of the slippery fluid and began to stroke Tiffany’s cock.

This had the desired effect.

She leaned into him and kissed him viciously, biting his lip, driving her ass down hard into his groin. She fucked him hard and fast and Kurt held her close with one arm around her waist and the other stroking her hard cock.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me you asshole!” Tiffany was frenetic with lust.

Sitting astride Kurt this way drove his cock all the way inside her. She could lean either way, adjust her position and wriggle her buttocks to exhort every scintilla of pleasure. Her anus was alive with wonderful sensations as she worked herself on Kurt’s cock. She gasped into his mouth as she kissed him, her nails raked his neck and shoulders, and she bit his lip and thrashed herself against him as she felt her orgasm approaching.

Tiffany’s anus squeezed and massaged Kurt’s cock as she rode him, bucking in his lap and grinding her buttocks into his groin. He held onto her cock and squeezed it, feeling it convulse as it became close to eruption.

Kurt ejaculated, his scalding semen filled Tiffany’s anus just as she too orgasmed.

Her searing spend splashed onto his belly as Kurt gripped her by the hips and drove her down on his cock. Tiffany thrashed and writhed, milking him of his seed, her own cock convulsing and splattering his flesh with her issue.

She fell against him exhausted; spent. They were both panting. Kurt put his arms around her and she put her arms around him, nuzzling him, his cock slowly deflating inside her as she squeezed him with her anus, kissing him softly.

When they had caught their breath she made to move but Kurt held her close so she acquiesced and curled up in his lap like a kitten.

“Just as well you took that dress off,” Kurt pressed his lips to her soft cheek.

“Just as well,” she purred.

After a beat Kurt whispered in her ear.

“I have a proposition for you.”

“I seem to be getting a lot of those lately,” she snuggled up to him, cold in the air conditioning.

“You know the money splits a lot better two ways,” Kurt said.

Tiffany lifted her head and looked him in the eye.

Was this a test?

“Go on,” she said cautiously.

“I’m going to win the tournament. The casino manager will make a big deal of giving me the cash. Then they will issue me a bank check and the cash goes back to the cashier. What if I don’t share it?” Kurt softly ran his fingers through Tiffany’s hair.

“Then I think mister Bateman and mister and missus Brinkman will hunt you down. Lyle and Tina still know some pretty dangerous people Kurt,” Tiffany lifted her face to his.

“But what if I just disappeared. Liquidated everything I have and put it into a numbered account. Change my name and my identity and go and live on a beach somewhere,” Kurt mused.

“So why tell me?” Tiffany began to extricate herself from his lap.

She dabbed at herself with tissues and then cleaned up Kurt as best she could.

“What if you came along later and joined me? Disappeared, just like me?” he espoused.

“I gotta pay back my stake Kurt,” she replied gravely.

“Not if they can’t find you?” Kurt got out of the chair and began to dress.

Tiffany was stepping into her dress and turned her back to Kurt so he could close the zip.

“You don’t run out on the people I lent the money from. Their expertise is finding people,” Tiffany said.

“So pay them. We split nine million instead of ten,” he said resolutely.

“I know things are tight with you Tiff. You can stop selling your ass and retire. Live a life of luxury with me. Or not with me if you prefer, we still split it fifty-fifty,” Kurt turned her around to face him.

“I hate beaches. I burn easily,” Tiffany slipped out of his embrace and began to fix her makeup.

“So we go to the snow; whatever the fuck,” he held up his palms.

“Let me think about it,” she brushed her hair and got ready to leave.

“I thought you were going to stay the night. I though you wanted me to take me in your mouth?” Kurt grinned.

He was handsome and Tiffany’s heart skipped beat.

“Hey. You got a freebie with foreplay, don’t get greedy,” she lightly kissed his cheek and walked to the door.

To be continued