P I Honeytrap (11 page)

‘Rebellious.’ Alice managed to hit the nail on the head. ‘Not 20. She really isn’t old enough to know what Billy was like back in the bad old days.’

Hayley picked up the details. ‘They want irrefutable evidence he’s not the reformed character his publicists present to the world. He’s a danger to women. A danger to their naïve daughter. And she needs her eyes opened before it’s too late.’ This time it was Hayley who sounded like she knew the score. She found the team watching her closely.

Marty broke the tense moment. ‘Our investigations suggest the Winstanleys are right.’

The honeytrap had been neatly set up and the team were on alert, waiting for the call. They were ready for action when it came.

‘Phewee, Miss Hayley,’ Marty quipped, affecting a hick accent. ‘Ain’t no disguising your profession.’

They all kept things light when they were at their most nervous. It was a trait they’d learnt from Hayley. She emerged from the back room dressed in a minuscule leather dress with a very short hemline, strapless, and hardly much more in between.

‘Not too many cows had to pass over to create this little number,’ she admitted.

‘Unlike those boots,’ Paolo declared, eyes on stalks. He wolf whistled.

Hayley tottered a bit on the black heeled thigh boots, unused to walking in such ridiculously sexy footwear. A fake, black snake tattoo curled around her upper left arm and a dripping dagger one adorned her opposite thigh.

She perched on the edge of her office chair, feet wide apart, knees clamped together, looking totally out of place and choking as Alice made her hair even wilder with half a can of hairspray. Her clear blue eyes shone out in contrast to their smoky black surroundings, complete with a double set of thick false eyelashes and rimmed eyeliner.

‘Is that really what those gals wear to work?’ Alice enquired.

They all laughed. ‘Not for long, I don’t suppose,’ Marty informed her as she blushed.

‘And just how would you know that, Marty Caine?’ Alice teased as everyone waited in vain, eyebrows raised, for Marty’s reply.

Paolo put in his two pennies’ worth again. ‘If you’re not doing anything tonight when you get off work, Missy, I’d like to invite you around to mine for a little light supper.’

Hayley glared jokingly at him. ‘I’m busy. I’ll be sand-blasting all this cosmetic crap off my face. And what is it with you boys, anyway? What’s so fascinating about a woman dressed in black leather?’

The look Marty and Paolo gave each other made the whole crew burst out hysterically.

‘Don’t make me laugh,’ Hayley said. ‘If my mascara runs it will take me another couple of hours to replace it. And another couple of mascara wands.’

Hayley was posing as one of the prostitutes from the Kat Calls business Billy Solar always used when in town. They had been only too willing to let someone else attend since he had badly injured the last girl they sent over to his hotel and nobody was keen to repeat the experience, despite the money. Hayley promised them full payment for passing on the phone call when they got it. They also got a bonus for the specific information only they could provide about their client’s preferences. She intended going in place of the girl he sent for.

Whenever Billy got into town, he took the Presidential Suite at the best hotel, and the team were ready to move when word came.

Hayley looked at herself in the mirror before they left. She found herself wondering what Reuben would make of her now before pushing him firmly out of her mind. How could she ever tell him the exact nature of the work she did? He would never understand and she could never have a proper relationship with him because of that alone.

What the hell had made her think about Reuben anyway? What they had was friendly, casual, consensual and sexy. Nothing more. Never would be. A relationship?

If that’s what you think, she told herself disgustedly, you are seriously delusional. Her job wasn’t the reason she could never have a serious relationship and she knew it. Those angry old feelings that had almost left her since her last night with Reuben flooded back. She let them come. She had only kissed him back because he took her by surprise. He was like any guy, really, out for what he could get. And she could deal with what she understood.

Anger was an appropriate emotion tonight. It would keep her head where it needed to be. She needed to come across as hard, able to deal with what life threw at her. It wasn’t so far removed from the truth.

By the time Paolo dropped her at the bottom of the driveway to the hotel, she knew Alice and Marty were in place. Everyone needed to be ready to bust that door down if things got out of hand. A large, ankle-length beige trench coat enabled her to get past reception without being challenged by security, but if the looks from hotel staff were anything to go by, she wasn’t fooling anyone.

She wondered just exactly what a fancy hotel like this one would turn a blind eye to, for their high-rolling customers like Solar. Plenty, she imagined.

She took the lift to the penthouse floor. It was alive with Solar’s entourage and the extra hotel staff hired to cater to their excessive needs and clear up after them. It would make it easier for her guys to blend in unnoticed. She paused to check her breathing and her recording equipment, opened her coat wide to reveal the delights beneath, and rapped on the suite door.

After a short wait, Hayley was surprised to see it opened by a woman in a business suit, who wasn’t exactly surprised to see her, but ushered her in as she left. Thanks, sister.

The suite was amazing. Clearly the best the hotel had to offer, and Solar was making free with it. Empty bottles of champagne littered the extensive main space and a massive screen was running a war movie loudly. How appropriate.

Fragrance coming from the vast displays of exotic blooms that stood on every surface overwhelmed her senses. The guy was worth a fortune. He walked through from the master bedroom. A little drunk. Stoned? He was wearing lounge pants and nothing else. Compared to Reuben, he was a skinny, wiry guy. He looked like he could handle himself, though.

‘Remove the coat.’

Good evening to you too. Hayley complied, throwing it onto a reproduction antique chair by the exit. Ready.

‘So where do you want me, sugar?’

Chapter Eight

Hayley knew Paolo had already completed his technical work in the suite in Solar’s absence. He hadn’t had to pretend too hard this time to resemble yet another fan desperate to touch and take something belonging to his idol. And his ability to sweet-talk one of the army of young foreign maids into opening up was his other speciality. Marty now had her “lost” master key card in his pocket and the lucky girl had an extra three months’ wages in hers. Hayley was fully covered for sight and sound.

The way Solar looked her up and down gave her the creeps. She felt like smashing one of those giant vases of Birds of Paradise flowers over his thick skull and kicking him in the nuts to boot.

Trying to get his vague attention back onto her face, Hayley repeated herself. ‘Where do you want me?’ The quicker she got this one over, the better.

‘Nice,’ he commented, ignoring her question.

He liked what he saw. Great. Not so great when he started stalking towards her, though. She had to admit that this guy actually made her flesh crawl. She shook off the feeling. Perhaps it was just the background stuff they had dug up playing on her mind.

He stood close, to one side of her, running his hands over the leather covering her backside and her belly, down to her pussy. He rubbed his crotch sinuously against her leather-covered hip. Hayley had to make herself stand soft and loose. She forced her fingers not to curl into fists.

‘Keep the leather on for now.’ The girls at Kat Calls were right about his fetish.

That suggested they would be right about the rest of the things they’d told her too. It was hard not to turn tail and just get the hell out of there when she knew what was coming. But this guy deserved taking down and she would take consolation from being the one to do it.

Solar’s hands rubbed harder to feel the contours of her body beneath the supple black calfskin. He probed into the cleft between her buttocks with one hand and manipulated it between her pussy lips with the other. His hands were firm and thorough at their work and she felt the stimulation arouse her responses. All those years on guitar had made his fingers strong and supple and he played her body hard. Hayley pressed her lips together and held back on the music. He didn’t seem to notice though. Or care. This was all about him.

Done, he lowered the zip a little at the back of her dress, which he tugged down to expose her breasts.

He groaned. ‘Fucking lovely jugs.’ He squeezed and rubbed firmly all over her flesh, weighing them in his hands like he was trying to decide on the juiciest melon. His head lowered and he rubbed his face over the warm orbs, grinding his stubble into her nipples, creating heat and friction enough to make Hayley breathe hard.

Solar stopped and looked up at her. His lips twisted into a thin smile. ‘You like that, do you?’ He concentrated on flicking her nipples with his thumbs as he spoke. ‘A real horny little bitch. I’m gonna have me some real fun with you.’

Not exactly liking the sound of what that implied, Hayley tried not to respond to the man, but sharp sensations were relentlessly coursing through her nipples. His fingertips were leathery from years plucking the strings, and they rubbed at her soft tips like sandpaper on silk. She pebbled into rigidity as her nipples lengthened and swelled.

‘That’s it, sweetheart, show me how sexy you are. How much you want it.’ He rubbed his cock through his trousers to make sure she understood what he was referring to. This was all about detonating his needy cock. Her aching pussy was simply collateral damage.

He leant over her breasts again and rubbed two days’ growth of bristles over her skin, rasping her nipples until sensations raced through her nerves like a repeating signal. Message received and understood. An answering throb from her pussy made her hips jerk involuntarily. Hayley knew she was too highly sexed to deny the feelings aroused at Solar’s expert touch.

The guy must have had thousands of women in his bed. He knew how their bodies responded and how to make them react the way he wanted them to. He knew how to take his pleasure from them.

‘Good girl.’ His hand plunged down between her thighs and his fingers spread across the soft, naked skin, teasing and stroking. He dropped suddenly to his knees before her. ‘Open your legs wider.’

He directed her booted feet far apart and settled into the V shape between them. It reminded Hayley of that position guitarists get into on stage at the end of their set, where they suddenly land on their knees and play a riff on the guitar to stimulate the excitement of the crowd. Perhaps he couldn’t tell the difference between a public performance and a private one. In his drugged-up head, he was the rock god, the idol, adored and worshipped.

Her eyebrow twitched upwards. From where she was standing, it appeared more like him adoring her than the other way around. She knew her own power again. Men and their rampant cocks were made to adore women, no matter how much they wanted it the other way around.

Her mind drifted to a picture of Reuben worshipping her body. No. No. Get out of my head, Reuben. Not here. Not now.

Her two worlds must be kept firmly apart. Why they should collide now, she had no idea. Reuben was invading her head space far too much lately. She knew it wouldn’t work if they got too close. Damn you for kissing me, Reuben.

Hayley forced her mind back on the job. She didn’t need distractions.

Solar planted his hands around the supple leather covering one booted ankle. He rubbed and fondled his way up her calf, knee, and thigh, nuzzling firmly at her legs through the tanned animal hide that he found so fascinating. He acted like a cat, purring and rubbing at his mistress’s legs. The intense focus and the harsh staccato eruptions of his breathing showed Hayley that he really got off on this stuff. Weird.

She could feel the warmth of his hands and fluid motion of his wet tongue working over her skin, but the barrier the leather created subdued the intensity. It was subtle and frustrating, the actual sensations only hinted at, rather than delivered. Hayley found her nerves reaching desperately for a faster, more definite impression.

Aroused, she yearned for a mouth on her clit. She wanted fingers pinching her nipples; she wanted real, hot, hard penetration.

Solar clamped his lips onto her naked inner thigh, just above the tops of her boots. A feeling of quick relief at the direct stimulation swept through her when he licked and suckled the skin there. He suddenly sucked hard, bruisingly. Hayley winced.

Solar appeared to like her reaction and he looked up at her and smiled. ‘I’m gonna leave my mark all over you, sweetheart. You’re gonna know you’ve been fucked by Billy Solar by the time I’m done.’

It wasn’t even a veiled threat. Her heart pounded. She mustn’t forget what she was doing here, or the dangers involved. This guy got off on frightening women. Hurting them. Well, she had a little surprise in store for him too, so back at you, Solar. She would be as strong as she needed to be.

Hayley held her breath as he bit and bruised her other inner thigh, refusing to whimper.

He laughed. ‘I’ll sign it for you, before you leave, if you’ve got a waterproof pen.’

Damn it, she had never wanted to kick anyone in the head as much as she wanted to kick this idiot. Well, he was just making this whole sting easier for her. He would get what was coming to him and she was delighted to deliver.

Solar jumped to his feet and stalked around her. ‘Put your arms up behind your head and stay in that position.’

He left her like it for about ten minutes. It was a stress position: legs far apart, balancing on high heeled boots with arms raised, behind her head, thrusting her exposed breasts forward. Strangely, it felt quite erotic as Solar padded around her, just looking. She thought of the tableaux at Don Friar’s club. The only difference was that she wasn’t tied up. She stayed there because he made her. Maddeningly, she acknowledged the erotic thrill she felt under his control. Her pussy throbbed. She knew she was wet.

Swilling champagne, he carelessly threw aside the empty bottle. He dragged another, chilled from the wine cooler, and proceeded to peel the foil and undo the wire, shaking the bottle a couple of times. Hayley automatically moved in self-preservation, folding her elbows to wrap them across her face, turning her exposed upper body aside as he pointed the neck at her.

Solar gave a hard laugh which faded immediately into a scowl. ‘I don’t remember telling you to move, sweetheart. Assume the position.’

Keeping her eyes fixed on the explosive champagne bottle, she resumed her former pose. Solar stepped in front of her. He pumped the bottle again, like he was loading a cartridge into the spent barrel of a rifle, one-handed. His thumb eased the cork easily from the bottle under such pressure. It hurtled across the room, pounding off something in the distance. He watched her flinch.

The champagne gushed upwards in a volatile, fizzy fountain which Solar shoved between her legs, enjoying her reaction.

‘Wet enough now, sweetheart?’

He tipped more over Hayley’s naked breasts. The icy liquid on her warm flesh puckered her nipples instantly and she drew breath in astonishment at the chill.

‘It’s the best way to drink champagne,’ he muttered, dipping down and sucking at her nipples to retrieve the remnants from them. Most of it had trickled down her body, inside her dress, and now ran down over her boots and onto the expensive carpet where she stood. He drew up and gave a tight smile. ‘Don’t let anyone tell you that champagne should be eaten with strawberries. That’s pretentious crap. Champagne is made for a woman’s tits.’

He laughed at his own crude joke, pouring more of the fluid over her breasts, licking and sucking it off. The repeated heat of his mouth, followed by the icy champagne, had her insides twisting. Hayley could feel her clit glowing with its own unfulfilled demands.

She wasn’t certain if he was enjoying the champagne or the sensation of her breasts more when he tipped the last remnants of the bottle into her mouth, attempting to follow it with his tongue. She clamped her lips together. He wasn’t going there. She was certain about that.

He pinched her jaw hard between his fingers and thumb, planted a punishing kiss for denying him on her closed lips, and then strode off into the master bedroom. That kiss made her angrier than anything so far and strengthened her resolve.

He called back to her. ‘Well, come on, you silly bitch. I can’t fuck you if you’re still out there, can I?’

Hayley longed to comment that he probably could, if his dick was as big as he thought it was, but she gritted her teeth and refrained. A real charmer. No wonder the Winstanleys were so delighted to welcome him as a prospective son-in-law. She yanked the dress down over her hips, leaving her breasts uncovered, and swayed on those booted heels behind him. He was lying on the four-poster bed, guzzling more champagne from a bottle.

‘Dance for me,’ he told her.

Hell, she was dreading that. She could get her naked breasts out for a stranger, allow him to examine her intimately, even fuck her, but having to dance for one felt wrong. A complete contrast to the sexy little efforts she’d happily treated Reuben to a couple of nights before when she stripped for him. She tossed yet another unbidden memory away.

The war film continued to explode in the background; in here, the recorded beat of the heavy rock music of Solar’s own band was competing with the rattle of machine gun fire. How could he stand so much noise? She started to wriggle her hips and thrust them sinuously forward. She wasn’t going to blow this assignment over a stupid bit of bump and grind, no matter how ridiculous this little war dance made her feel.

Her hands reached up and clasped behind her head again, thrusting her breasts forward as she undulated her body. Solar seemed to like that as he snaked his hand beneath the elastic waistband of his lounge pants and began to work up and down his erect penis, slowly, eyes fixed on her body all the time.

His concentration span was clearly limited, as a couple of minutes later he stopped caressing his organ and leapt off the bed. He dragged her over to where he’d been and hitched the dress up around her waist, leaving it like a thick band of ruched leather spanning her middle. He pushed her up onto the bed.

‘Remove your panties,’ he ordered.

Raising her bottom off the bed, Hayley took hold of the thin satin ribbon that was tied in a tight bow at her hip. She pulled it carefully until it undid completely. The triangle of satin fabric covering her mound dropped back a little, exposing the side of her shaved pussy.

‘That’s it, sweetheart. I like it. Now the other side.’

She repeated the movements with the second ribbon until the panties lay in one piece, resting over her pussy.

‘Let me have that,’ he insisted. Solar walked up the side of the bed and reached over. He clasped the panties in his hand and drew them slowly across her mound, making the fabric pass between her pussy lips and over her clit, inch by inch, as it moved. He took the article and bunched it in his fist, then pressed it to his face, inhaling deeply. ‘I love the smell of fresh pussy.’

He moved her into a kneeling position, resting face down on her forearms on the mattress with her bottom up in the air. ‘I’m gonna show you another way I enjoy champagne,’ he muttered. She bit her lip. Couldn’t wait.

Solar ran his hand over her naked bottom. He sat down beside her so his face was close to the rounded flesh he inspected. With each pass of his hand across her butt, he described what he experienced. ‘Warm and soft. Just the way a woman’s body should be. Inviting a man to want to pleasure himself. Calling him to take her.’

He reached for the champagne again, and took another slug. ‘But much as your softness interests me, so does leather.’ One hand was in her hair, his fingers running between the backcombed wildness. ‘And to get leather soft, skin needs to be tanned.’ She instantly knew where this was going.

He raised his arm and struck, his hand landing smartly on the muscles of her buttocks. He had used a lot of strength and Hayley automatically reared up from the bed. His hand around the back of her neck forced her down again. ‘Stay put. I’m not done yet. Nice and pink. Warmer.’ He rubbed his hand over the rounded surface, feeling the changes he had created.