“She’s climbing,” Professor Slutz said, her eyes glued to the monitor. “Approaching seven hundred Kinseys.”
“Let me know the moment she stabilizes,” Professor Balzac said as he humped inside Remy. One hand gripped Remy’s hip, while the thumb of his other hand gently massaged her.
“Six-eighty-five, six-ninety, six-ninety, six-ninety….”
“Dammit, woman, I said tell me …”
“She’s steady at six-ninety-five. What next?”
“We don’t have a case unless she climbs to seven fifty,” Professor Balzac muttered. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he quickened his pace. “Let’s go into full deposition mode.”
After a nod from Professor Slutz, the interns jabbed buttons and threw switches. The lights came up, and the large conference table lowered into the floor. The ceiling panels drew back, revealing a sea of faces in a circular balcony surrounding the room.
The conference room had transformed into a large, high-tech surgical theater filled with students peering down at Remy, strapped into her chair, and Professor Balzac humping maniacally. Below, nearly a dozen interns, lawyers and technicians milled about the operating theater.
Pretty young Kerani thought her life was over when Yama brutally murdered her gentle husband and sought to claim her as his newest concubine. Little did she know that an exotic stranger would invade her hidden sanctuary…and introduce her to the most incredible sexual pleasure she’d ever experienced! ~~ Book 2 of “Preacher’s Harem” ~~
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Several exotic pale-skinned women were kneeling at the water’s edge, giggling and splashing each other while they babbled in a melodic foreign language. Three of them were obviously heavy with child; their bellies bulged in enormous arcs. The others were helping them bathe, and filling supple skins with the fresh, cool water.
Kerani knew the language of each neighboring tribe; these women must have come from very far away. Who were they, and why were they wandering through these hills without a protective escort?
The longing to mingle with them and enjoy the sheer delight of feminine companionship was nearly overwhelming. But Kerani warily held back. They might have been sent to lure her out. Yama would do anything to capture her and make her his concubine.
Suddenly she gasped in surprise. A pale-skinned man had joined the women! He was tall, muscular. Attractive, too, with piercing dark eyes and windblown ebony hair. Kerani felt heat arrow right down into her belly and quiver there like bubbling lava as he lightly touched one woman’s shoulder, then another.
If he spoke, it was too softly for her to hear. But the women courteously made way for him, and stood back while he drank his fill. Then they gathered around him and began to stroke his face and chest. It must have been some kind of ritual, because he planted his feet firmly in the shifting sand and stretched his arms wide as if to embrace them all.
Kerani curiously watched as they efficiently stripped away his clothes, and laid them neatly to one side. His body was magnificent! Even from her hidden vantage, she could see muscles rippling beneath his lightly tanned skin. His broad shoulders and lean hips made her mouth water.
When the women had finished easing off his worn deerskin tunic and trousers, they quickly disrobed. Between them, they ranged from coal-black to milky-white, full-figured to subtly curved, blondes to redheads to brunettes. Their skin and hair colors fascinated her; she had never seen people who looked so different from her own small tribe!
He paused a moment to smile at their eager upturned faces. Then he pointed to the busty girl with golden curls. Delight transformed her elfin features. Obediently she dropped to her knees, and began to caress his…
This time when Kerani gasped, it was in stunned amazement. Who was this amazing man who was built like a fabled god, and could command the devotion of so many eager women? All of them, even the pregnant ones, were passionately kissing and fondling him!
She knew it was wrong to spy on them, but she simply couldn’t tear her rapt gaze from the provocative sight. She’d lived without a man’s erotic touch for nearly two years; now ravenous hunger began to pound through her own veins.
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Alison took a deep breath, pushed the doors open and sashayed into the bar, hips rocking. Conversation dropped off as she crossed the room, devoured by fifty sets of eyes.
Her metallic one-piece outfit was almost like a swimsuit. Her cleavage was very prominent, and her legs bare. Three-inch heels completed the come-on ensemble.
Fred met her at the bar. He suppressed a smile, a flicker of recognition in his eyes.
“Re-visiting the scene of the crime?” he said, wiping the bar.
“No, just waiting for a friend. Seen Tommy tonight?”
“Nope. What’ll it be?”
She swung her behind on the barstool and as she took out her smartphone, it pinged: “In Chicago. Flight delayed 30 mins. Love you!”
Alison frowned. Before she could give any thought on how to hold off a horde of horny males, the door opened and four suits came in. Not cheap suits, either, very tailored. The last suit was a tall, angular woman, followed by Tommy, dressed as usual in shabby preppie attire—wrinkled chinos, a faded golf shirt and beat-up loafers.
Ten minutes later, Tommy slid onto the stool next to her. “Babe, you look great. Better than last time.”
“I’m getting laid regular.”
“It becomes you.” He leaned in. “I, uh, got a problem. We need to talk.”
Alison smiled and put a hand to his cheek. “But you’re so self-sufficient and manly.”
Tommy held his phone up to her. A text message read, “Sorry.”
“It’s from ‘Heather,’ you know, with quote marks. My legion of women to soothe the Germans’ souls bailed on me.”
“Poor baby. Judging from this motley crowd, it might take you, oh, thirty seconds to recruit a new team.”
“Listen to me. This is important. This deal, I mean. Two major German car manufacturers are exiting the warranty repair business. They want to set up an independent company for all warranty work. They’re outsourcing. Allie, I get this deal, and I’ve got it made. I can retire in two years, tops. I’ll be in the Keys bone fishing every day. If I can close this deal.”
“Safe to say, your business savvy from fifteen years in the exotic car repair business is enough?”
“I wish. They’re Euros. The way you do business with them is, you entertain them. Yeah, I’m the logical guy. But there’s competition.”
“What can I do?”
“Klaus, Dieter and Wolfgang have been sitting at the table since the moment they came in licking their chops, looking at you.”
Alison stiffened. “Wait a minute…”
Tommy reached for her wrist. “You owe me one, remember?”
“Dammit, I’m not a common prostitute.”
“I know that. But you walked in here two years ago, hips swaying, to prove a point. To prove that you could do it—sell your body, make men fight over you, if you had to. That you’ve got the appeal and skills to do it for a living. Correct me if I’m wrong, but you had a good time, didn’t you? Then I whisked you out the back door, took you home, and you screwed me like a teenager.”
Alison bit her lip. “My girlfriend’s on her way. I just can’t—”
“Yes, you can. You can do it for me. I’ll wait out here for Morgan—”
“Moriah, sorry. I’ll intercept her. Got a picture?”
“She’s a dyke. She’ll stick out like a…” Alison jabbed at her smartphone. “Well, this probably isn’t the best…”
Tommy pulled the phone out of her hand and tilted it to get rid of the glare. “Yeah, well, the ball gag isn’t very becoming. No tits, but kind of cute. So this is how lesbians do it?”
After Alison posted to the internet a homemade porno of her girlfriend jilling-off to an orgasm, hundreds of women responded asking for help. Who knew so many women don’t know how their lady parts work? They draw up a business plan, and the name of their new enterprise is Come Again. These beautiful women fulfill the American dream: making house calls to teach women how to masturbate.
In ‘China Dragon,’ the team meets its most provocative client: a beautiful and wealthy Asian-American widow with a dark secret—and a smoldering desire for Moriah, the Come Again team’s youngest member.