Raven's Revenge (The Pleasure Pros #2) (12 page)

“Are you ready for
Friday night?” Gunner asked in his usual sexy tone.

“I think so.
 
Is Sapphire going to be joining us?” I
asked teasingly.

“You two are both
hilarious today,” he chided.
 
“No…
you are all mine this time.”

“That’s good, it
was a little too hot with both of you.
 
I don’t think I could handle that twice in one week.”

“You better be
ready for some real heat when you show up Friday night,” he warned.
 
“I’m going to show you what it’s all
about.
 
Level eight isn’t for
pansies.”

“By now I’d think
that you realize I’m no pansy,” I replied firmly.
 
“I look forward to whatever you have up
your sleeve.”

“Good.
 
It’s going to be the wildest night of
your life, Jillian,” he replied firmly.

“Show me what
you’ve got, Gunner.
 
I want you to
take my breath away,” I cooed into the phone.
 
I could feel my panties getting damp
just from teasing him.
 
He seemed
irritated by the fact that I kept on calling him Gunner, but that was my way of
reminding him never to keep secrets from me again.

Throughout the
rest of call, he kept teasing me about the level eight
session
coming up on Friday and I kept downplaying it.
 
I knew that I was getting to him, but he
did a good job of playing it cool.
 
In spite of the tension between us, we had worked each other into a
state of sheer horniness by the time we said goodnight.
 
God,
I wish tomorrow was Friday.

~~~

Thursday evening
felt just like a repeat of Wednesday night.
 
Every time my phone buzzed I jumped to
see if it was a message or a call from Tom.
 
I thought about just giving him a call
so I could find out what was on his mind… but I didn’t.
 
Part of me was hoping that he would
never follow up, but I knew that was wishful thinking.

After teasing
Gunner the previous night, I began to feel a little anxiety thinking about
Friday night’s show.
 
I sent him a
text to see if I could get a hint of what was coming my way.

Me:
 
Hi Gunner – What are we doing
tomorrow?

Gunner:
 
You’re going to find out tomorrow, after
you sign the confidentiality agreement.
 
Be there a little earlier than normal.

Me:
 
Can’t you give me any hints?

Gunner:
 
No.

I wonder what’s wrong with him.
 
Even through a text message, he sounds
grumpy.
 
Maybe Sapphire has been
teasing him again.
 
Or else he’s
just turning on his dark side a bit early to put me on edge.
 
I threw my phone on the charger and went in to check on Hannah.

“Mommy?” she asked
in her little sweet voice.

“Why are you still
awake, honey?”

“Do I have to go
to Daddy’s tomorrow?” she asked with a little whimper.

“Don’t you want to
go there anymore?”

“No.
 
He doesn’t even like me,” she replied,
breaking my heart instantly.

“Oh, honey, he
likes you.
 
Some guys just aren’t
meant to be daddies and he’s one of them.
 
It’s not that he doesn’t like you.
 
You are the sweetest little girl in the world, how could he not like
you?” I assured her.

“He just leaves me
with
Gramma
, which is okay I guess.”

“Do you have fun
with Grandma?”

“Sometimes.
 
Most of the time I just watch TV while
she talks on the phone, though,” she replied with a sad look on her face.
 
“I can’t even watch Cartoon Network.”

I knew damn well
that Perry had all of the same cartoon channels that I had, but for some stupid
reason, he had blocked some of them.
 
I don’t care what anyone says,
kids need cartoons!
 
I looked at
the calendar and realized that it was his last weekend for the month.
 
I
guess it’s time to take the leap.
 

“You go spend this
weekend with them and then I’ll have a talk with Daddy.
 
Maybe you can just stay with me and
Grandma can come over and visit you here, instead.”

“Really?” Her eyes
immediately lit up.

“Really.
 
Now get to sleep,” I said, pulling her
covers up and kissing her on the forehead.

“I love you,
Mommy,” she said in her sweetest little voice.

“I love you more,
sweetie.”
 

It’s definitely time to break ties with
him.
 
Even though I would never admit it to
Hannah, her assessment of Perry’s attitude was dead on.
 
He had absolutely no interest in her or
any other child for that matter.
 
He
had always been the center of his own universe and it was time for the two of
us to vacate for good.
 
We don’t need him anymore.
 

It instantly felt
good, knowing that Hannah would no longer have to be gone every other
weekend.
 
That was definitely one
good thing that would come out of my little excursion into perversion.
 
My thoughts drifted back to Gunner as I
slipped between the sheets.
 
I wonder what he has planned for
tomorrow?
 
I know that he’s going to
do his best to out-do what Sapphire did to me Wednesday night.
 
Hopefully it won’t lead to another
blackout.

Lying there, I
began to think about the confidentiality agreement.
 
Anyone
can watch a level eight, nine, or ten session online and see what it’s all
about.
 
So what’s the big deal?
 
I grabbed my iPad and pulled up the
dungeon website.
 
I searched for
“level eight” but there were no results.
 
The same was true when I searched for level nine and ten.
 
Hmmm,
maybe there is more to this than I thought.

I tried to
convince myself that it was only eight days until I have my life back and
whatever I had to endure would be worth it.
 
I would have a nice financial cushion
,
 
Perry
and his
mother would be out of my life, and I would be free to choose whatever I wanted
to do from that point on.
 
The
thought of freedom just couldn’t tackle the butterflies that kept welling up
inside of me.
 
I can trust Dalton
, I tried to tell myself.
 
I liked to think of him as Dalton
whenever I was nervous.
 
I had
become convinced that I could trust him.
 
I still wasn’t so sure about the Gunner character that he played.

Friday Afternoon

Gunner

One final verbal
assault from Sapphire when I arrived at the dungeon reaffirmed my plans for the
level eight show with Raven.
 
By the end of the evening, she’s going to
have a hard time remembering Sapphire’s name.
 
I went through my plan one last time to
see if I could alter any other nuances that would further enhance the
experience.
 
I have been too focused on what the member’s want.
 
Tonight, it’s all about Raven, and
hopefully the members find it hot as well.

“Are you still
grumpy?” Raven asked as soon as she saw me.

“I’m not
grumpy…I’m focused.”
 
I gave her a
wink to let her know that everything was cool.

“It seemed like
you were mad at me last night.”

“I have never been
mad at you,” I assured her as I slipped my arms around her from behind.
 
I
love the way she smells.

“I like the way
you focus,” she teased, running her fingers along the length of my bulge.

“Tonight, you will
learn what a focused, skillful man can do for you.”

“I like the sound
of that,” she purred, continuing to stroke my package.

“Are you two going
to do it right here or what?” Jasmine chided, waiting impatiently to get
started on her makeup.

“Oh, tell me you
wouldn’t be doing the same exact thing if you were in my shoes,” Raven
muttered, smirking right at Jasmine.

“Hey, I might get
swept off my feet by a movie star once in a while, but I avoid these porn stars
like the plague.
 
You never know
where the hell you’ll end up with them!” she retorted, throwing her hand on her
hip.

“Thanks, Jasmine,
love you, too, sweetie.” I narrowed my eyes and turned to walk away.

“You know I’m just
teasin
’ your ass, right?”

“Yeah
whatever.
 
You always just tell it
like it is,” I said, acting as if she had hurt my feelings.

“He’s just joking
around,” I heard her tell Raven as I exited the room.
 
“I think.”

Part of me was
joking around, but part of me also was very conscious of the fact that no one
would want to date, much less marry a porn star.
 
I guess that’s why I always refused to
think of myself as one.
 
Besides, in ten more days, I’ll be released
from my contract.

I walked back to
Suzanne’s office to see if she happened to be around.
 
I had seen J.O. pull up earlier in the afternoon,
so I figured that he had been there to meet with her.

“What’s new,
Suzanne?”
 
I whispered, taking a
seat in front of her desk.

“Not much,” she
replied, without looking up from her work.

“I saw J.O. was
here earlier.”
 
Hint… hint
.

“Yeah, I told him
just to call my cell phone.
 
I don’t
need Carter figuring out that someone from the Marshall’s office has been
visiting me,” she scoffed.

“He was probably
just hoping to run into Sapphire,” I teased.

She glared at me
over her glasses.
 
“Actually, he
stopped by to tell me that they were going to take Carter down tonight,” she
whispered.

“Really?
 
Wow, I can’t believe this is really
happening.”
 
A pang of anxiety shot
through me as it reminded me of my brush with the law.

“I told him to
wait another week because I want to take him down in grand style.”
 
Her eyes lit up as she spoke the words.

“Where has Carter
been?
 
I haven’t seen him in a week,
other than at the live shows.”

“He’s laying low
somewhere,” she confided.
 
“He won’t
even answer his cell phone.”

“So he knows
what’s up?”

“He thinks he
knows.” She smirked.
 
“But just wait
until we hit him with the whole package.
 
There’s no way he sees this coming!”

“When does this
all happen?”

“At your level ten
show, next Friday.” Her eyes lit up once again.
 
“I want him to be humiliated in front of
the largest live audience we’ve ever had.
 
Then they can arrest him while the cameras are still rolling.”

“Ouch, that’s
brutal.” I gasped.
 
“How many people
do you think will be on there?”

“Well, I’ve reserved
double the server capacity.
 
Based
on the current numbers, we should have well over quarter of a million members
watching.
 
But that’s still nothing
compared to what he did to Mom and me.” Her eyes immediately turned dark.

“What the hell did
he do to the two of you?”

“You’ll find out
next Friday, along with everyone else,” she replied, turning back to her
work.
 
“Now let me finish this up
before show time.”

“You bet.
 
I’ll see you in a few.”

I wish I knew what that was all
about.
 
Doing it at the conclusion
of a live level ten show is priceless
.
 
Since upper level shows
were never archived on the site, members have no choice but to watch them
live.
 
To top it off, this was by
far the largest audience that any series had ever attracted.
 
That was obviously the reason why
Suzanne wanted to do it on the night of the Grand Finale.
 
Besides, we all knew that Carter would
show up, thinking he would have an opportunity to get his dick inside of Raven.
 
That
will never happen, unless he has me killed first.

Raven

By the time Gunner
returned to the dressing room, his mood had improved dramatically.
 
I had to wonder what had caused such a
dramatic shift.
 
He came through the
door smiling and actually hummed as he retrieved the documents for me to sign.

“Have you been
drinking or something?”

“Drinking?
 
Why would you think that?” he asked me
with a puzzled look.

“The only time
that I’m as giddy as you are right now is after a few glasses of Cabernet.”

“No, this has
nothing to do with wine,” he replied, handing me the document.
 
“I’m just really looking forward to the
next three shows.
 
Sign here and
right here.” He pointed to the spots on the third and fourth pages.

I glanced through
the paperwork this time, to get an idea of what I was signing.
 
It appeared to be a basic
confidentiality agreement.
 
In other
words, I couldn’t discuss the last three levels with anyone.
 
Additionally, I was forbidden from
disclosing who participated.
 
It was
obviously Carter’s way of protecting his friends.
 
If I talked, I would forfeit all of the
earnings from the last three shows and open myself up to civil charges.
 
It was a pretty harsh and one-sided
agreement, but I had no choice but to sign it.

“Don’t worry,
Suzanne and I are going to take good care of you.”

“Is that
right?”
 
Carter’s voice pierced the
air behind us.

“Yeah, I’m going
to make sure we put on three killer shows, and your daughter is marketing the
hell out them,” Gunner said to assure him that he was all business.

“I’m going to take
good care of you, too, darling.” Carter smiled and gave me a wink.
 
“You be a good little sub and you’ll
soon be free again.”

I nodded my head
and finished signing the documents.
 
Suddenly it seemed as if looking down and signing my name was more
comfortable than having to face that SOB.

“I’ll take those,”
he quipped the second I finished.
 
“I’m sure you took the time to read the fine print concerning the tenth
level.” He laughed in his evil way.
 
He seems to be getting creepier
all of the time.

Not wanting to
repeat his last mistake, Gunner massaged my shoulders to let me know that
everything was going to be fine.
 
Neither of us said a word as the old man headed back to Suzanne’s office
with the signed documents.

“He has no idea
how much he is going to hate level ten,” Gunner whispered in my ear.

I turned to look
at him and I could see the excitement in his eyes.
 
“I’ll tell you later.”

Sure, just leave me hanging.
 
I just hope that I get a chance to do
some of the evil things that I’ve been thinking about
.

Gunner

Raven’s expression
changed dramatically when I mentioned that Carter was going to hate the final
level.
 
I knew that the whole
gangbang thing had been weighing on her mind, but there was not going to be a
gangbang.
 

“It’s time to
focus on tonight’s show.”
 
I picked
up a set of black bondage mittens.
 
“Slip these on.”

Raven furrowed her
brow before slipping her hands inside.
 
“Are we going to box tonight?”

“You wish.
 
Boxing gloves don’t have these.” I
clipped a clasp to the end of each mitten.

“You guys come up
with the craziest restraints.” She tried to wiggle her fingers.

“I did pick out
this pair just for you.
 
You always
look so hot in black.”
 
Once they
were on, I turned her around.
 
She
suddenly realized that the live show had already begun.

“How long have you
been here?” she asked the cameraman.

“Long enough.” He
smirked.
 
“Welcome to the upper
levels, Raven.”

Her face flushed
instantly, so she must have suddenly realized that the format was going to be
radically different for these last three shows.
 
“Which room are we in tonight?”

That was perfect.
 
I didn’t answer her question.
 
Instead, I grabbed the clips at the end of her mittens and led her out
into the hallway.

“I want her
blindfolded!” Carter yelled, racing up behind us.
 
We both stood there silently while he
slid a blindfold down over her eyes.

I remained silent
while leading her to an old freight elevator that would take us to the
roof.
 
I could see her pulse
pounding in the side of her neck.
 
She will remember this night for a long,
long time.