Sodom and Detroit (7 page)

The man now had the woman on the edge of the pool
and was kissing his way down between her spread legs as she pulled
and twisted her nipples.

Sula tugged at her hand, and she followed the woman
to the luxurious ladies’ locker room. With a mischievous smile,
Sula led them to an empty massage room and locked the door.

Maeve’s heart pounded as she whispered, “We aren’t
supposed to be in here.”

“I know,” Sula replied and pressed Maeve to the
wall, kissing her until the hunger for release blotted out anything
else. Maeve began to twist and pull at Sula’s nipples, loving the
sound of her harsh pants and stifled moans. The chance of being
caught added a sense of urgency to their desire.

They moved aside their bikini bottoms, then began to
stroke each other as they kissed. Maeve rocked her hips in time
with Sula’s fingers and explored the other woman’s warm pussy. It
was softer than anything she’d ever imagined, and she understood
why men were so fascinated by the heat between a woman’s legs.
Normally she would have been a stammering and blushing mess by now,
but here at Sodom she had the perfect opportunity to act out her
wildest dreams. And the perfect woman to do it with. Typically she
would have been hesitant and even embarrassed at touching another
woman like this, but this wasn’t really their first time together.
Sula had given her a mind-blowing orgasm, and she planned on
returning the favor.

Sula widened her stance and tried to choke back a
moan as Maeve pinched her clit, then pulled on it with a gentle
tug.

Maeve gently removed Sula’s hands from her wet pussy
and sat Sula on the edge of the massage table, spreading her legs
wide. Sula pushed the edge of her suit away and exposed the dark,
silky hair guarding her wet cleft.

Taking a second to admire her, Maeve gave a
tentative lick, then moaned. She tasted musky and sweet, delicious.
Her own pussy had been eaten a thousand times, but this was the
first time she had ever attempted it. “Play with your nipples,” she
whispered and began to lick at Sula’s pussy as if it were an
ice-cream cone.

Sula panted and squirmed, and Maeve had to hold
Sula’s small hips still as she gently bit Sula’s outer labia and
used her thumbs to reveal her clit. It was small and a dark rose
red, protected by its little hood. Maeve darted her tongue out and
tried to judge how much pressure Sula could take. Personally, she
liked her clit worked rough, but the petite Asian woman was
sensitive to the slightest brush.

The taste of Sula’s pussy filled her mouth, and she
worked one, then two, and finally three fingers into the woman’s
slick heat. Sula began making strangled noises and tugging on her
nipples in time with Maeve’s strokes. She arched her back as she
came hard.

Maeve blew on her clit and gently eased her fingers
out of Sula’s clinging pussy. Sula grabbed her hand and licked her
own juices off with a lazy smile. There was the sound of footsteps
outside the door, and Maeve started to stand, but Sula jumped off
the table and pushed her to the floor.

She ripped aside Maeve’s bottoms and sucked on her
clit like it was a little cock. It felt so good Maeve could care
less if the Queen of England walked through that door. She shivered
and bit back a moan. The idea that she couldn’t voice her pleasure
added another degree of heat to her already overloaded body.

Sula wet one of her fingers and traced it back and
forth over Maeve’s slit. Instead of filling her pussy, Sula slipped
her finger down to Maeve’s anus and stroked the puckered entrance.
Sula flicked her hard clit and worked her finger inside of Maeve’s
bottom. It was too much. Maeve’s orgasm snapped her hips against
Sula’s greedy mouth. She shivered and jerked as Sula withdrew her
finger and gave her clit one last gentle suckle.

“I wish we had more time,” Sula whispered. “Your
body is so responsive. I could make you come over and over
again.”

Maeve panted and was surprised by the instant surge
of desire. Usually she needed some recovery time, but the amazing
sex she’d had last night and the luscious orgasm Sula had just
given her made her hungry for more erotic release. Voices sounded
from outside the door, and a hand jiggled the locked doorknob. Both
women stared at each other with panic in their eyes, then struggled
to hold in their giggles behind cupped hands. Sula helped tie her
bikini top, and they tried to straighten the sheets on the bed.

The voices receded, and they peeked out into the
hallway. Sula gave her a kiss and said, “I’m leaving today, but I
come back here once every few months. I’ll let you know on Sodom’s
web forums when I’ll be here. I hope you’ll be here too.”

Maeve grinned and tasted herself on Sula’s lips.
Though she couldn’t see herself falling in love with Sula, she sure
would enjoy the occasional romantic encounter with her. “I wouldn’t
miss it for the world.”

Maeve tried to ease the door to her suite open and
darted a glance around the room. It was empty, but Trinity’s
bikini, a pair of swim trunks she recognized as belonging to
Trinity’s geek, and flip-flops lay scattered by the big
windows.

The sound of a good time being had filtered through
the door of Trinity’s room, and Maeve had to cover her mouth to
hide her laughter. Her eyes darted to the bar where she knew her
laptop was hidden. Trinity was very occupied at the moment, so now
would be the perfect time to check her e-mail and contact the
office. It had been almost a full day since she had spoken with her
secretary; there could be any number of issues that required her
personal attention. She scrambled over to the bar and pulled out
her laptop from Trinity’s not so super-secret hiding place
underneath the sink.

Feeling like a thief, she sprinted to her room and
went into the walk-in closet, closing the door. As the laptop
hummed to life, she thanked God for free wireless and connected to
her corporate e-mail with an eager smile.

It was locked, and none of her passwords worked.

Frustrated, she sent an e-mail to her secretary
through her private account. A few minutes clicked by, and her
secretary e-mailed her back.

Ms. Burgundy,

I’ve been instructed by Mr. Hefron to tell you that
if you don’t enjoy your vacation, you’re fired.

Maeve gasped and typed an angry e-mail demanding to
speak to her boss. She went back and deleted all the underlined
swear words, then sent it out.

As she sat fuming and searching the Internet for
information on Sodom, a knock came from the closed door of the
closet.

For a second, she considered hiding in the clothes
rack.

The door opened, and an extremely angry Trinity
wrapped in a silk robe tossed her cell phone at Maeve.

“Uh, hello?” She avoided Trinity’s glare and closed
the lid of her laptop with her foot.

Mr. Hefron’s smooth and cultured voice held an edge.
“Ms. Burgundy, how nice of you to contact the office despite my
telling you to enjoy your vacation.”

“But—”

“I trust you are aware that we managed to run our
business for sixty-five years before you joined our workforce.”

“But—”

“And I can also assure you that we can run it
without your help for the next sixty-five.”

“But—”

“Now listen to me very closely. You have not taken a
vacation in three years. You work seventy hours a week. You have no
life. You are of no use to me in the long run with no life. Twenty
years from now, I will be retired and enjoying the love of my
grandchildren. Thirty years from now, you will still be working
and, at the very best, have a cat at home waiting for you.” He
paused and let his words sink in. “Take your vacation and enjoy
your time away. If you try to sneak behind my back and contact your
staff again, you’re fired.”

Maeve sat in stunned silence before she said in a
very meek voice, “Yes, sir.”

Man, when he wanted to make his point, Mr. Hefron
sure knew how to cut a person off at her knees.

“Excellent. Now go have a drink and apologize to Ms.
Jones. I do believe I interrupted her getting a life.” His dry
voice gave no indication of humor, and he hung up on her.

Maeve slumped back against the wall and stared at
her phone. She had thought he was just teasing when he’d ordered
her not to contact the office. What stung even more was the bleak
vision of her future he’d painted. He was right. If she continued
to use her career as a shield against a relationship, she was going
to die a wealthy woman and leave all her money to her cats.

Maeve began to cry, and Trinity sighed and uncrossed
her arms. “What did he say?”

“He thinks I’m a loser.”

Trinity blinked at her and started to laugh. “He
called you a loser?”

“No, but he said I’m going to be a crazy cat lady
and leave all my money to Fluffy.” She grabbed a sock out of the
drawer and blew her nose into it.

Trinity hauled her to her feet, still laughing.
“Honey, he cares about you. We all do. We know what a wonderful
woman you are, and we want to see you happy. You’ve resisted every
one of our attempts to set you up with a decent guy, and you’re
always the first to stay late and take up the slack.”

Maeve sniffed and wiped away her tears. “Do you
think I’ll become a crazy cat lady?”

Trinity steered her toward the bathroom and flipped
on the light. “No. I think that pretty little Asian girl would take
you to Vermont and marry you before that happened.” Maeve swatted
at Trinity as she left the bathroom. “Take a shower, take a nap,
and get ready for dinner. Don’t forget, your mystery man is waiting
for you.”

That made her feel slightly better. Even if she was
going to end up alone except for her feline companions, at least
she would have the memories of incredible sex with a VR god to keep
her warm at night. She ran some cool water in the sink and splashed
her face.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror and
hardly recognized herself. It had been years since she had looked
this wild and…well…alive. Gone was the straitlaced corporate
raider. In her place was a woman with her breasts barely contained
in a tiny bikini top. Her coal black hair hung in disheveled waves,
and her cheeks had a rosy tint. She looked like a heroine of one of
her more scandalous romance novels, recently ravished.

The warm shower felt good and soothed her nerves.
She had to focus on the present and not use her job as a shield.
When she was thinking about work, all those uncomfortable thoughts
and worries about the sheik disappeared. She didn’t have to listen
to her almost nonstop internal lecture about the dangers of falling
for a guy. All she had to do was focus on her work goals and
everything else disappeared. It was just her and a never-ending
series of complicated business facts and figures that took her
total attention.

The shower filled with the scent of her coconut
conditioner as she ran it through her long hair. Maybe Trinity was
right; maybe she should take a chance. One of the things that made
her so successful in the boardroom was her self-confidence and
refusal to be intimidated. Perhaps it was past time she tried to
apply a little bit of that self-confidence to her personal life as
well. She could do this, especially if she had a man like the sheik
to look forward to every evening.

Angel watched Luke out of the corner of his eye as
Angel shaved along the curve of his neck. His blond and tanned
lover practically vibrated with an excitement that mirrored his
own.

Luke ran his hand through his hair and gave Angel a
wry look. “Why do I feel like I’m back in high school about to go
on my first date?” His booted foot tapped an abrupt tempo on the
stone floor of their penthouse occupying the top floor of
Sodom.

Angel chuckled and ran the razor over the stubble on
his throat. “If having a threesome on a first date was a norm for
you in high school, I’m jealous.”

Lightly socking Angel’s shoulder, Luke said, “You
know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I know.” He darted a glance at Luke in the
steamy mirror. “Truth be told, I’m a little nervous myself. I feel
like some kind of weird matchmaker. I know you two would be great
together, and the three of us would be amazing.”

“I’m hoping that her inclusion of a woman in last
night’s fantasy bodes well for us.” Luke walked behind him and
placed his head on Angel’s shoulder. “Let’s see how she reacts to
the both of us together tonight. If everything goes well, tomorrow
we can introduce her to the pleasure of you fucking her while I
fuck you.”

Angel shifted as his cock swelled at the thought. He
patted his face dry and tried to combat his nerves and arousal.
Luke was right; he was as nervous as an untried virgin on prom
night.

“What did you do last night that she liked?”

Angel grinned and rinsed his razor in the sink. “I’m
not going to tell you. You’re going to have to go in as blind as
she is.”

Luke’s lips were gentle as he ran them over his ear
and whispered, “Aww, just a little hint.”

The dark skin of Angel’s head gleamed as he rubbed
lotion onto his scalp. “I will give you one hint. And I know it’s
something you’ll like.”

Luke rocked back on his heels and glanced at his
watch. “Tell me and get dressed. I don’t want to be late for our
date with the lovely Maeve.”

The overhead lights of their enormous closet
revealed enough clothes to fill a high-end store. Angel flicked
through his selection of suits. “She has a wonderful clit that gets
rock hard when she is aroused. All big and pink, surrounded by the
softness of a fully waxed pussy.”

Groaning, Luke leaned against the doorway. “Fuck the
suit. Just put on some sweats. We need to get to that fantasy
now!”

Still chewing the last delicious bit of her
strawberry cheesecake, Maeve practically bolted from the table.
Trinity glanced up from holding hands with Jerald and giggled.
“Don’t bust your ass running in those heels, girlfriend.”