Iris (The Wild Side)(23)

Ridiculous as it was, I lived for these crazy rides she took me on.
“On my way. Do you have a room for us?”
“Yes. Hurry, baby.”
I hurried.
She was there and waiting for me as I stepped out of the taxi and up to the curb, though her appearance was drastically altered. I recognized her body first. She couldn’t hide those curves, not from me.
I had them memorized.
She had on a hot pink wig, cut into a bob, and dark shades. Her lips painted cotton candy pink.
She was hovering by the doors, wringing her hands, bouncing a little in her excitement.
She wore a skintight halter version of a men’s white dress shirt, with a cute little bow tie tucked into the collar. It hugged every curve, and she couldn’t have been wearing a bra. Her breasts looked obscene in it, just indecent.
As if that weren’t enough, she’d paired it with a tiny leather pleated skirt that barely covered her ass, and thigh high boots with stiletto heels.
She looked like an adorable, delectable, beautiful, high-priced hooker.
“Hey,” she said quietly when I stood in front of her.
“Hey,” I said back. I seriously could have f*cked her right there in front of the gaping valet staff.
“Follow me.”
Her back was bare, from her shoulder to the top of her ass, and my hand ran over it possessively as she turned to start walking.
“So we’re, what, in disguise?” I asked.
She shot me a sidelong grin. “Yes. I’m a call girl, and you’re the tourist that bought me for the night. Very Vegas.”
“I have to say, I am planning to get my money’s worth,” I said into her ear.
She giggled.
“I love coming to this casino,” she said, as we passed through the tables and into a sea of slot machines. “The owner is a super kinkster. Have you seen his sex tape?”
I had my arm wrapped around her waist and buried inside of her shirt, rubbing at her belly as we walked, and so it took me a few beats to catch up to the conversation. “Oh yeah. Hmm . . . James Cavendish, right?”
“Yeah, him. So you have seen his sex tape?”
I had no notion what she was talking about. “No. The guy that owns this place? The billionaire? You’re saying he has a sex tape?”
She giggled again. “Yes. Try to keep up. Some ex of his released a video of them together after he got engaged, because she was jealous of his fiancée. Rumor has it she recorded it without his knowledge, like for blackmail, but it is wild. Super kinky. Normally I hate pornos. It just, I don’t know, makes it all seem so cheap. Sex should be about losing yourself in another person, not treating them like a piece of meat you want to stick your dick in.”
“But you liked this one?” I prompted her, thinking I should probably watch and take some notes, if she thought it was that wild.
“I have to say, it was hot. Pretty hardcore BDSM, though.”
I stopped walking, blinking, saw her giving me a questioning look, and started moving again. “Are you into that sort of thing?” I asked carefully.
If so, I’d be doing some extensive research in the very near future.
“I’m not really into it, no, though I’m game to try anything once, if you want to.” She gave me her sexy wink, which I didn’t know I’d been missing until I saw it again.
I cleared my throat, keeping my head down. “Hmm, well, I never really thought about it before. I can’t say I’d enjoy hurting you.”
“I can live with that,” she said, snuggling into my side. “It’s not my scene, either. But, Dair, if there is anything you’ve been curious about, anything you might fantasize about, don’t be shy to tell me.”
That just about had me tripping over my own feet.
I was silent for a time, several things running through my head.
She studied my face very closely as we walked. “No threesomes, though,” she said suddenly. “I don’t want to share you.”
I sent her a look that I hoped she could read through my ridiculous shades. “Is that honestly what you assume I was thinking?”
She shrugged. “Just thought I should be clear.”
“Didn’t even cross my mind. I don’t want to share you, either.”
She beamed at me.
We were nearly to a guarded set of elevators when she asked, “So what did cross your mind?”
I cleared my throat, glancing around.
“Head down,” she warned, voice low.
I lowered my gaze to the floor.
She showed the security guard her room key, and he let us through.
We were in the elevator, going up, when she asked again. “Well, what crossed your mind?”
I still had my arm wrapped around her, still inside of her shirt, but I moved it out, running it over her ass cheek, then pushing my thumb high, maneuvering it around her little thong, until it was pressing against her back entrance.
She wiggled against me, meeting my eyes. “Oh, that. You can have that anytime you want, Dair. Anything else?”
I moved my finger, eyes on her body. “This dress-up role-play bit just got added to my playlist. What about you? Is there anything you fantasize about, that you’d like to do?”
“We’ve hit on most of them, but we’re actually on our way to another right now. I’d rather show you than tell you.”
She led me to a pretty insane suite.
It was multi-level, with windows that spanned one massive wall, and a pool that ran out onto the balcony and flowed off in an infinity edge that overlooked the strip.
“How on earth did you pay for this place?” I asked, studying her face. “Surely not with your gambling money?”