A Dangerous Game (8 page)

weather isn't quite what I expected, but at least one of the natives is

very friendly indeed, blue eyes and blond hair!
 
Got to go he's waiting

for me!

Make what you like out of that.
 
Major Fairhaven, she thought.
 
If you

knew about this mysterious Lohaquin, you'll guess what I'm talking

about when I mention the weather.
 
And if you didn't, that should keep

you guessing until I find out more.

By the end of her first day on duty Jacey began to understand a great

deal more about what went on at La Primavera.
 
The first clue came when

she was doing her morning rounds.
 
She found the middle-aged and

affable Senor Valiente - who was under observation for bronchial

problems dictating letters to a startlingly attractive blonde in a very

short skirt, who looked as if she would be more at home on stage as an

exotic dancer than in an office.
 
The air smelled of expensive cigar

smoke.
 
Senor Valiente smiled at her, flashing several gold teeth.

"Just catching up with a little business, doctor.
 
It keeps my mind

active."

"You've been smoking," Jacey accused.

The improbable-looking secretary laughed, and crossed her long legs,

displaying dark stocking-tops and suspenders.

"He's a naughty boy," she said, in a husky voice.

When Jacey closed the door she heard them both laughing.
 
The woman's

giggling was abruptly silenced.
 
Jacey strongly suspected that if she

found an excuse to go back into the room again she would find her

patient and his so-called secretary engaged in something very far

removed from dictation.
 
It was Senor Valiente's body that was being

exercised and not his mind.

From then on she began to look more closely at the steady stream of

hospital visitors.
 
As all the rooms were private, people arrived at

any time during the day.
 
Many of them were obviously family members,

often with neatly dressed children obediently in tow.
 
Others were

young businessmen in smart suits.
 
But quite a few were ladies who did

not fit into any conventional category.
 
Immaculately dressed, they

arrived in large, chauffeur-driven cars.
 
They exuded sexy confidence

and seemed popular with all the staff, from the cleaning women

upwards.

That evening Jacey went to Peter Draven's office.

"Why didn't anyone tell me that this hospital also functions as a

brothel?"

Peter looked up from the report he was writing.

"Who says it does?"

"Oh, come on!"
 
She sat down opposite him.

"No wonder there are so many healthy-looking patients here.
 
They just

check in for a medical so they can fuck in comfort."

He grinned.

"Elegantly put.
 
But their money keeps this place running, and pays

your wages too."
 
He signed his report and pushed it aside.

"You're not trying to tell me you're shocked?"

"Surprised," she said.

"Why don't these men just visit the local cat-house?"

Peter shrugged.

"Because they're members of a strictly traditional society.
 
As long as

they behave themselves in public, everyone turns a blind eye to their

private weaknesses."

"Everyone?"
 
she enquired acidly.

"Including their wives?"

Peter leaned back in his chair, and smiled.

"What makes you think their wives don't know what's going on?
 
They

probably even know which women are servicing their husbands.
 
The women

who come here are some of the highest paid whores in Techtatuan.

They're discreet and they're clean.
 
If you were married wouldn't you

rather your husband used some one like that, instead of the local

brothel, where anything goes?"

"Is that supposed to make it acceptable?"
 
she enquired coolly.

"I'm cheating on you, dear, but don't worry, I won't catch anything

nasty."

He laughed.

"Do you think it's all one-sided?
 
Have you seen the elegant young man

who comes in to visit Senora Atriega?
 
The one she calls her nephew?"

Jacey nodded.

"I met him in the corridor."
 
Senora Atriega's nephew had given her a

soulfully lingering look as he went on his way to his aunt's room.

"At first I thought he was trying to flirt with me."

"He probably was," Peter said.

"Having you as a client would be mixing business with pleasure in a big

way."

"You mean he's a whore?"
 
She was genuinely startled.

"Of course he is," Peter said.

"One of the best, I'm told."

She laughed.

"Well, I suppose that's one kind of equality."
 
She glanced at Peter

mischievously.

"He was rather nice.

Perhaps I'll try him out."

"You wouldn't be able to afford him," Peter said.
 
He leant forward

conspiratorially: "And just between the two of us, I've given him a

couple of check-ups, and I can tell you that there isn't much to choose

between him and me when it comes to size."

She grinned.

"But perhaps he has better control?"

"Ouch.
 
I suppose you think t deserved that?"

"Yes," she said.

"Don't you?"

"Maybe," he agreed.

"But first impressions can be deceiving.
 
Are you going to give me a

chance to redeem myself?"

She shrugged.

"I suppose I could be persuaded."

"Tonight?"
 
he suggested.

"I'll take you out for a meal.
 
Is that a date?"

"Dates are for girlfriends," she said.
 
She grinned.

"This is a more of a trial run."
 
She smiled.

"When are you going to pick me up?"

He smiled back.

"About eight."

It had been an enjoyable meal, and Jacey was pleased when Peter hinted

that he was not going to push her into any follow-up.
 
I can do without

sex, she thought, but it would be pleasant to have someone to share my

off-duty time with.
 
Peter is good company.
 
I'm sure I can educate him

into being more accomplished in bed, given a little time.
 
It might

even be interesting.

She accepted Peter's invitation for a nightcap in his apartment.

Together they finished a bottle of wine.
 
When Peter planted his first

kiss on her, it soon became apparent that her services as a tutor would

not be needed.
 
This time he was in no hurry.
 
His mouth moved gently

over her face, lingering on her lips.
 
With the tip of his tongue he

drew patterns on her throat and neck, then moved up to circle her

ear.

His hands on her blouse were so light and gentle that she did not

realise he had unfastened the tiny buttons until the tips of his

fingers touched her nipples, pinching them gently, arousing them even

more.

She lay back and allowed him to undress her, moving languidly to help

him.
 
The air felt warm on her flesh.
 
He peeled away her blouse and

took off her flimsy bra.
 
She wriggled her hips as he removed her

skirt, and returned the compliment by tugging down the zip of his

trousers.
 
But he seemed far more interested in taking off her clothes

than having her take off his.
 
He laughed softly when he discovered

that she was wearing suspenders and stockings.
 
With his fingers he

traced the dark circle of her stocking tops, and pulled gently at the

lacy suspenders.

"I like these.
 
I thought all modern women wore tights."

She smiled.

"When we want to rum someone on, we try a little harder."

"You're trying to turn me on, are you?"

She reached for him.
 
He was already hard.

"Looks like I've succeeded," she observed.

"You didn't really have to try," he said.

"The sight of you is enough."

When she was finally naked, he pushed her back and, as she remembered

his last hurried finale, she thought, maybe that's it?
 
Playtime's

over?

But he knelt across her, smoothing his hands down to her thighs,

following their exploratory caresses with his mouth and tongue, until

he was nuzzling the dark red bush of her pubic hair.
 
He pressed his

palms against her inner thighs, encouraging her to spread her legs, and

his fingers parted her secret lips.
 
He bent over her, letting his

tongue find her swelling clitoris, and circled it.
 
She loved this most

intimate of kisses.
 
He licked her, gently at first, but with

increasing pressure, until she felt her whole body trembling with the

need for release.
 
He looked up at her.

"You're ready for me, aren't you?"

She pushed his head down again.

"Don't stop," she ordered huskily.

"Please don't stop."

Peter laughed softly, enjoying her pleasure, and went to work again,