Chapter 3
The first big thrill came whenever someone lowered every sexual defense and became available to Sarah. The second came when they kissed her, touched her with severe intent, or otherwise made their physical needs for her known with an open invitation to do as she pleased.
The other thrills came later. Right now, Sarah enjoyed the second thrill and the way it fueled her self-destructive desires.
No one in this club went into a private room with her and walked out before fucking her. No one. From the moment that door closed, she went into a mode she never walked away from.
Angel helped get her there, but it was Sarah who enjoyed most of the benefits.
So even though Sarah wasn’t surprised when Luca kissed her, she still fed off that thrill that took her to another plane of hedonistic existence.
She didn’t care about Luca’s motives. That was her business.
Sarah was here to have a good time and reset her poor brain so she could go back to work Monday morning.
Maybe the way she went about it wasn’t the healthiest, but she rationalized that it was better than drinking or taking up some of the more addictive drugs that were ubiquitous among the rich.
The Moreaus didn’t partake in those kinds of illicit activities, but Sarah knew how to easily get them.
She could go down that harrowing direction whenever she wanted.
Besides, sex was more fun. What was better than setting her sights on someone and getting them to want her back?
People, even the rich, powerful kind, were surprisingly easy.
Back when she (unfortunately) dated her boss’s father, she thought his fancy for her was only because of easy access.
Yet when Sarah decided to take her sexual fate back into her own hands, she was pleasantly surprised at how easy it was to get almost anyone she wanted to fuck her.
As Angel, of course. A blond wig, fancy lingerie, and makeup to transform her was enough.
“No funny business, right?” Luca pulled her lips away from Sarah solely to ask that question. Darn. Sarah’s hand had been on the fast track to her zipper. One of her favorite parts was discovering how quickly she could get someone aroused. “I don’t like being lied to.”
Did she need more convincing even after kissing?
Sarah should wear more enticing lipstick.
“No surprises that you couldn’t possibly like, ma’am.
” She pulled off her coat, letting it drop to the floor and obstruct the way to the only couch in the room.
I wore the perfect underwear tonight. Lace caressed her ass as it sashayed away from Luca’s hungry blue eyes.
“I’m not asking for anything except your time and undivided attention.
” She knelt against the couch, one hand pulling down the right cup of her bra.
If a breast and a hard pink nipple couldn’t get this woman all over her, then perhaps Luca was a lost cause, and Sarah was better off setting her sights on someone else.
“And maybe some pleasure. I’d hope that feeling is mutual. ”
To be fair, she had come on fast and strong.
Perhaps it wasn’t a shock that Luca approached her cautiously, even though her tense muscles flexed beneath her – loosening – clothes.
“I knew I was asking for trouble when I came to a place like this. Just thought I’d have to work a bit harder to find a date that didn’t want money. ”
“And what if I did?” Sarah’s bra strap fell down her shoulder. She briefly checked her wig to make sure the pins would keep it in place should Luca decide to get extra handsy. “Would this be worth that five grand?”
Luca didn’t answer that with anything but a smirk. Sarah decided that was a yes.
“Don’t you want to come touch me?”
“You don’t waste any time.”
“Because I know what I want.”
She fingered the fallen bra strap, her heavy gaze never leaving Luca’s visage. Most would have dive-bombed straight into her cleavage without a care for the woman possessing it. Sarah didn’t usually care. Having someone go against the usual almost made her care.
“You sure do.”
“Stop thinking about it and do it.”
“Do what?”
Sarah matched that devilish smirk. “Whatever you’re thinking about.”
“Oh, Angel, if you knew what I was thinking about, you wouldn’t look at me like that.”
“You might be surprised.”
Did she need to bend over and stick her ass in the air? Did she need to rip off every single piece of clothing – on both of them? Did she need to finger herself to get her point across? Because the longer Luca teased her, the more Sarah wanted her.
“Have a seat.” She hopped off the sofa and gestured for Luca to take her place. While Luca removed her jacket and unbuttoned her shirt, Sarah continued, “I’ll do anything you want.”
“Anything?”
“Within mild moderation.” She grinned at the prospect. “Very mild.”
Luca sat, legs spread open and hands to herself. “Dance for me.”
Sarah raised her eyebrows. “Hm?”
“Entice me, Angel. Show me what I get if I decide to pleasure myself with you.”
No way. This woman had already made up her mind. Luca intended to fuck her, use her, however she approached it from her point of view. Asking Sarah to take it a step further insinuated she merely wanted to drag it out a little more.
Maybe she had performance issues. Maybe she simply wanted to amuse herself.
Sarah could work with that. She may not be a professional stripper, but she knew how to use that pole erected on the side of the room.
She swung around twice, her hair scraping the floor whenever she lowered herself far enough.
Luca looked on with mild amusement, fingers interlocked above her lap, elbow propped up on the arm of the sofa.
Sarah decided to command more of her attention by lowering both bra straps and popping open the front of her lingerie.
The bra landed on Luca’s lap.
“Very nice,” she muttered. “You certainly look like you’re worth five grand.”
Sarah chuckled. “Is this all you want? To look at my naked body?”
“It’s certainly a good start.”
“I would hope it’s only a start.”
Sarah was too far away, and the room was too dark for her to see what effect her stripping had on Luca. But there was one way for her to get closer and look.
She released the pole and sauntered toward the couch, the movements her stilettos provided bouncing her breasts back and forth. Luca’s gaze only redirected from her face whenever Sarah stepped forward with her left foot.
“You’re going to fuck me,” she said with renewed determination. Sarah’s knees slipped against the couch, hands gripping the back, and body looming over Luca’s. “I don’t care how you do it. I don’t care how many times you do it. You’re going to fuck me.”
Her breasts grazed Luca’s chest until she pushed herself – and them – farther up. Luca only had to tilt her head slightly to find her face in Sarah’s cleavage. “What if I’m not good?”
What a strange thing to say. “You are.”
“What if I want to fuck your ass?”
“Then fuck my ass.”
Luca pursed her lips. Lips Sarah should have been kissing. “I’ve never met a woman who gets off on casual sex as much as you do.”
“Sometimes,” she began, teasing the sides of Luca’s mouth with the tip of her tongue, “it takes the right person to draw this out of a woman.” Shouldn’t Luca know that?
Fingertips she hadn’t tracked touched the inside of her thigh. Sarah shuddered, her lover’s other hand cupping one of her breasts. “If I told you to ride my hips right now, like this, would you do it?”
“I’ll do anything you tell me to do.” Tell me to do that.
Go ahead. Tell me to fuck you. She loved it when the ones she picked up took their liaisons as opportunities to let their fantasies run wild.
Because that was the core of Sarah’s fantasy to begin with.
Use me for whatever you want. It’s why I exist. It’s why I created Angel. “I’ll eat you out right now.”
“I’m sure you would.”
She opened the rest of Luca’s buttons, nails scratching down that curving, soft chest. There were short, blond hairs in places Sarah was familiar with on her own body.
Some were so fine she didn’t know they were there until she touched them.
How could she notice when the sheer amount of intensity lurking behind Luca’s chest made Sarah quiver in anticipation?
This woman was nothing but untapped power.
The thought of her using that strength to fuck Sarah, to surge into her until she was begging for mercy… ah! What the hell was she waiting for?
“Do whatever gets us wet.”
Sarah wanted more solid orders than that, but at the same time, she had a grand imagination. Besides, Luca wanted to get wet? She knew the perfect way to make that happen.
She slipped back down to the floor, hands rubbing the woman’s thighs before tackling her zipper. By this point, she was fairly good at guessing whether or not these butcher women wore boxers or more feminine underwear. I’m guessing… boxers. Close. Cotton mid-rises were a fair compromise.
“Your eagerness is certainly noted, Angel.” Ahaha, Luca’s composure was slipping away.
How could it not, when a woman she had met in a club was pulling off her shoes, pants, and underwear so she could put her mouth all over that pussy?
Holy hell, if I really were an angel, this body would damn me for eternity.
Luca was deceptively tame at first touch.
Then, as Sarah worked her fingers over her folds and darted her tongue over her slit, Luca grew wetter.
And wetter.
“That didn’t take long.” How could Luca be sarcastic right now?
What kind of self-control was this asshole practicing to not fuck Sarah’s face?
Because that’s what most did, once they realized Sarah was willing to do her part on the receiving end.
Her mouth was almost legendary by now. The fact that nobody at the office would ever guess mousy Sarah knew her breath control only made it hotter – and her disguise more impressive.