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Authors: Ruby Bassett

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Nick pulled her against him so the hard length of his shaft pressed against her back. One hand came around and cupped her breast, while the other dove down into her sex.

She shut her eyes as his fingers worked magic and she moved her hips in time to his massage. One finger dipped inside to gather her molten liquid he used to polish her clit.

“No. Open your eyes. Watch what I do to you. See your face and mine.”

Wendy forced her eyes open and the wicked smile was gone from his face. Instead, intensity shone through his heavy lidded expression. He dipped one finger, then two, inside her. Slowly moving in and out, stroking her inside. His other hand encircled her areola and sent shocks of pleasure through her.

“I think it’s time,” Nick said.

He reached over for a condom. Before Wendy knew what was happening, he had bent her forward slightly and pressed the tip of his cock against her opening.

He teased her, rubbing his knob against her. She let out a sigh and fell forward, bracing herself on the edge of the bed. Her hands fisted the sheets and she rocked her hips.

He plunged forward and Wendy jerked her head up, but a smile tugged at her lips. He pulled out and entered again, filling her completely.

His fingers worked her clit, and his other hand trailed along the inside of her thigh sending ripples of energy through her body. Her sheath fit snuggly around him, her flesh pulled taut.

She caught her own expression in the mirror and barely recognized herself. The lines on her forehead vanished, the crease between her eyes—evaporated. A small satisfied smile sat on her lips. Images of other positions, other people, all swam through her head. As she climbed higher toward her orgasm, she made up her mind to come back to the club.

Her release came, surging through each limb. Her arms trembled to hold her up from the bed. Her knees buckled and she pressed back against him for support. Her body seized Nick’s. He followed, pouring himself out.

Panting, they collapsed to the bed.

“Maybe we should get up. I don’t want them to change the sheets if they don’t have to,” Wendy said.

Nick laughed. “I’ve never thought about that.”

“I’m a hotel maid. Well, and I go to school—” Wendy began to explain.

Nick held up a hand. “We don’t always share personal information here. I hope you don’t mind if I don’t tell you where I work.”

“No that’s fine.” Wendy paused. “That was…”

“Don’t say it. I could tell you enjoyed it as much as I did. I hope to see you back here. This is a place to live out your fantasies. You helped me live out one tonight. Please let me return the favor.”

They didn’t speak as they dressed, and pulled the sheets off the bed. As a courtesy, Nick explained. The maid, who he assured her was very well paid, would be around to remake the bed.

They said polite goodbyes as they entered the main bar area and Nick rejoined his friends.

****

Wendy breezed through the test. The problems—amazingly simple problems—were the same kind of questions she had struggled with on the practice test the previous day. Now with the cloud lifted from her mind, thanks to Nick, she no longer labored over them.

“Done already?” her professor asked as she got up to hand in her paper. The three others who had failed still sat chewing on their fingernails and breaking their pencil points.

“Yes, sir. I think I just had a bad day last time. Thank you for the opportunity to retake it.”

She bounced out of the classroom. Maybe letting her passions take hold would be okay now and then. Going to that club would be the ideal way to let them loose. One day she’d have time to go to a boyfriend’s house, meet his parents, have a relationship. For now it would be sex, pleasure, a clear mind, and A’s on all her exams.

She jumped down the last two steps. Then she spotted Franco.

He leaned against his car, a single stem in his hand—a bright red flamingo flower. He wore a boyish smile and tight-fitting jeans low on his hips. A cotton t-shirt stretched across his chest. How was she supposed to spend the day with him after what she had done last night?

She giggled at the phallic bloom, and the tightness in her chest eased when he winked as he presented it to her. No overly romantic long-stem roses that would put her on alert, make her edgy about a relationship. Franco knew her well.

“Hey, how did it go?” He held the car door open for her.

“Good. I’m sure I passed and maybe even got an A.” She accepted the silly flower with a smile and quick peck on his cheek. At the same time, it reminded her of what lay hidden just under his zipper fly.

“Excellent, then we have something to celebrate.”

Blood rushed to her cheeks. He got her hot even without the idol. But he wanted more from her than she could give. She couldn’t waste her time with all of his courting. Not when she could go to the club and get her fix quickly without leaving anyone with a broken heart. Like Franco would end up.

“I’ve got the keys. Let’s go check out my new kitchen.”

He drove carefully for someone with a reckless type of car. He draped his free arm around her shoulders. Tucked snugly in his side, she allowed herself a few moments of envisioning herself as his girlfriend—going to family parties, having a date for New Year’s Eve, having great sex.

But those things took time, time she didn’t have. And now that she discovered what the idol could do, she wasn’t about to throw that away. She was going to live out some of her fantasies, no commitments, and then glide through her classes getting A’s and keeping her scholarship. She couldn’t ask Franco to wait for her. Besides, he wouldn’t want her if he knew.

“We’re here.” Franco pulled up to a shuttered restaurant at the end of a dead-end street. The red paint had faded and the roof was missing a few shingles. Yet, it had charm and, she imagined, at one time had probably been a welcoming site. The patio on the side sat on a cliff with the ocean below.

“It’s beautiful,” she said.

“Yeah, it needs some cosmetic work, but the structure is sound. My sister’s husband is going to do the repairs for us and let us pay him back once we get started.” He rattled a ring full of keys. “Come see the inside.”

He unlocked the door and held her hand to lead the way into the dark restaurant. Dust had settled on the surfaces, but the tables and chairs appeared to be in good shape.

“This could be great.” Wendy admired the tall ceilings, and paneling of deep brown wood.

“The kitchen is back this way.”

She followed him through the swinging doors and waited as he flipped on the lights. The bright fluorescents flicked to life, and steel work tables and shelves of appliances came into view.

“I think some of these things can be used.” As he inspected the gadgets, Wendy wandered around.

She remembered watching him cook at her house. His skillful hands flew through the motions. He had enchanted her with the way he tasted each ingredient before using it.

He might be only a dishwasher at work, but he could be so much more.

“You’re taking a big gamble. The restaurant business is risky,” she said.

“I can always get another dishwashing job. But this is a chance I won’t pass up.”

“You’ll be busy getting it started. I can’t imagine you’ll have time for anything else.” Why did her voice have to sound so meek?

He laughed. “I never thought you would worry about someone being too busy.”

His infectious laugh made her smile. “You’re right. I’m the last one to talk. This place is great. I’m sure you and your family will make it a success.”

“You know,” Franco moved toward her. “We’ll need waitresses. We’ll pay better than the resort, and you could work in the evenings and take regular daytime classes.” He closed the space between them. Wendy’s skin prickled from the energy he emitted.

“I think we should go.” She backed away and rubbed her arms.

“Sure, I’m done here. I’ve got some great cheese and olives for the picnic.”

Wendy sighed. He was handsome, he was sexy. She already knew he was good in bed, or at least under a tree. He was kind and gentle, but he had expectations.

“Franco, I like you. And I’m sorry if I sent the wrong message. But I can’t be a waitress here. I have so much work for school and I don’t want anything to get in the way.” Her chest constricted, and, damn if tears didn’t burn in the backs of her eyes.

“I won’t get in the way.” His mouth moved close to hers. His breath tickled her chin and she almost slipped into a kiss.

She pushed his chest and took a step back.

“No, but…I’m attracted to you, but I’ll only end up hurting you.”

“Yeah, you might have already done that,” Franco murmured.

He stared past her and stalked to the door. With careful control, he locked the restaurant. They settled back into the car. Franco slammed the door with all the strength his arms possessed. Without a word, he drove back toward her home. His stony jaw locked in place rendered him unrecognizable from his usual expression of a bright smile and eyes shining with ambition and zest.

“When I graduate from school, my future will be more secure,” she said as they turned onto her street. “If some wonderful woman hasn’t snatched you up before then, I’ll call you.”

No emotion played on his face. “Don’t count on it.”

“I know, Franco.” She kissed him on his cold cheek and left.

Chapter Seven

“What’s got you in such a funk?” Gloria asked as she sat down at a table in the campus coffee shop.

Wendy thumped her bag down and collapsed into the chair opposite her.

“Nothing, everything’s great.” The lifeless tone in her voice betrayed her.

“I saw you got your make-up test back.”

“Yeah, I got a ninety-seven.”

“Hey, I know good grades are par for the course for you, but I still think you should be a bit more excited.”

“I think I’ve got to go back to the club tonight. That lecture on organic compound confused me.”

Gloria drew her brows together. “I’m all for going to the club tonight. But what does that have to do with the Chem lecture?”

“You’re going to think I’m crazy.”

“I already do.”

“You know that tiki idol?” Wendy leaned in close and lowered her voice.

“Sure. It gave me such a jolt when I held on to it. Man, I was wild that night. If you weren’t in that private room with Nick, you would have seen me behind that window, with a whole bunch of other people.” Gloria shook her head. “It was a blast, but not sure I can keep that up night after night. I’ll just borrow that tiki once in a while.”

“So you think it has powers too?”

“I don’t know. Maybe, maybe not. Maybe it’s all what you believe it will do, you know, like the placebo effect.”

Wendy nodded. “Every time I have sex after touching that idol, I think more clearly. My mind is refreshed. The only reason I did well on that make-up test is because I was at the club the night before. And remember how smoothly that lab went? It was right after I…after we were at Dr. Romero’s office.”

“Yeah, I did walk away from that lab with all my fingers.” Gloria’s face had a faraway expression as she puzzled out what Wendy said.

“See what I mean?”

“Huh? Oh, I was just thinking about Dr. Romero. It’s a shame he doesn’t come around the club much anymore.”

“Gloria, the idol. The sex. I need it to concentrate.”

“I don’t buy that. You’re too smart to need a magic idol to learn.” Gloria waved her arm.

“Then how do you explain it?” Wendy sat back and crossed her arms.

“I don’t. I think there’s a part of you that would go to that club and go wild even without that tiki. And your past grades prove that you’re bright enough to do well without anything or anyone helping you.”

Wendy shook her head. “I don’t care. I’m going back this week before the next homework problem set it due.”

“Suit yourself.” Gloria sipped her coffee and stared at Wendy over the lid.

“What?” Wendy narrowed her eyes at her friend.

“Nothing. Have you seen Franco lately?”

“I went with him on Saturday to see his new restaurant. I told him once and for all I don’t want a relationship. I don’t have time for one. Besides, Franco doesn’t belong with me. I’m the type of person who goes to sex clubs. He’s too good a guy for that.”

“What are you trying to say?” Gloria leaned forward to challenge Wendy.

“It’s nothing personal. I just…I think he’s too traditional.”

“That’s what I would have said about you a few weeks ago.”

“It’s that idol.”

If she could visit the club whenever she wanted, she would be able to let off some steam. Nick was amazing and, hopefully, she would find him there again. When Gloria had driven her home from the club, she made plans. She had fantasies. Things she had dreamed of doing but could never ask a boyfriend to do. A boyfriend in a committed relationship would never, should never, agree to partake in what Wendy imagined. A guy like Franco wouldn’t understand. With Franco, she’d have an emotional investment. That was too dangerous. But at the club, with the idol’s help, she could live out these fantasies.

“I said, I forgive you,” Gloria interrupted her thoughts. “I know you didn’t mean anything by it. You’re in a transition phase. You’ll figure it all out.”

“Sorry, my mind was elsewhere.”

“Yeah, I know. And you’ll probably head to the club to try to clear it.”

****

Wendy
thunked
her head onto the desk in her room. She needed the club. Without it, all her pent-up desires clogged her brain.

She called a cab and tore through her closet for something to wear.

Nick had said he would be there tonight and she wanted to get there before he got snatched up by someone else. She had a plan to satisfy her cravings. He had said he would try whatever she wanted. As long as she could grab the tiki in one hand, at least to get her started, she knew she could follow through and act on her secret wishes.

Rifling through her underwear draw, she searched for something presentable. Something sexy.

“Mom! Where’s the clean laundry?”

“Sorry, honey. I didn’t get a chance to sort it. It’s in a basket by the kitchen.”

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