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.Her pussy was pink and swollen-looking, stretched wide toaccommodate the thick shaft currently skewering her with abandon.The watching crowd was going wild, shouting encouragement and suggestions atthe tops of their lungs as they watched the blonde girl get fucked right on stage.Thenoise was so loud it hurt Emily s head or maybe it was the sight she was currentlywitnessing that was giving her a sudden headache. Oh my God! she murmured under her breath, her eyes growing wide. I can tbelieve they re actually& She trailed off, unable to finish the thought, even to herself. Believe it, honey. The bouncer gave her a shark-like grin. And get ready. Causelike I said, you re next. 40 More Than FriendsChapter Four Zach, I need you! Emily s words rang in his head as Zach pushed his waythrough the crowd at the base of the wooden stage.He cursed himself again for missingher call.He d been wearing his gaming headset so that he could hear his team membersand opponents and still keep his hands free to game.When he d finally noticed themissed call message blinking on his cell, Emily s call was over an hour old.The emotionin her voice had kicked his protective instincts into overdrive.Emily had a bubblypersonality and she wasn t one of those girls who lost it at the drop of a hat.So for herto sound that upset well, something had to be wrong.Very damn wrong.Zach had assigned control of his team to another gamer, grabbed his keys andjumped in his car.All the way to Club E he cursed himself for letting Emily go alone.What if she d been mugged or hurt? What if she was in trouble and he was too late tosave her? He should have warned her more strongly to be careful.He should have putoff the online startup and insisted on going with her.Should have been there for her, hetold himself angrily.Should have been by her side.Please let her be all right.Please.When he finally got to Club E, he was immensely relieved to find that she had, infact, arrived safely at least her name was checked off on the arrival list.But when hedemanded to see her, the bouncer at the front door had gotten nasty.Emily wasbackstage getting ready and no one was to see the girls until the bidding started, hesaid.Zach didn t like the sound of that but the bouncer refused to explain further.Things might have come to blows if the club s owner hadn t come out and asked whatwas going on.With some quick talking and by showing his platinum Visa, Zach was letinto the club.But he wasn t allowed to join the auction, which was already in progress,until a scary Russian woman with unbelievable eyebrows made him change his clothesand put on a black leather mask.It seemed bizarre that the people running the auction41 Evangeline Andersonhad a ton of black leather clothes in all different sizes but with the amount of moneythat was being thrown around, it probably seemed like an incidental expense.Currently he was wearing a pair of tight leather pants, a black leather vest that lefthis arms and upper chest bare, and the mask, presumably to preserve his anonymity.Looking around, he could see that the men in the crowd were all wearing them andmost of them were wearing black leather clothes as well.What the hell was thisRustler s Roundup about, anyway? And why did he have to prove he had a fifty-thousand dollar limit on his card to get in the front door? Zach didn t care what theywere selling or how much money he had to burn, there was nothing they could put upon that stage that would make him bid that kind of money to own it.That was what he thought, anyway until he saw Emily stagger out in an outfiteven more bizarre than his own.An outfit that had him instantly hard and throbbing inhis pants.Her luscious firm breasts were pressed up and out by a tight black corset and theblack leather skirt she had on was so short Zach could see the black garters and pantiesshe had on under it.It made him think of the black panties he d been fantasizing aboutseeing her in earlier and he was filled with a mixture of instant lust and jealous ragethat the other men in the room were seeing her like this.Mine! The protective, possessive voice in his head was almost loud enough todrown out the start of the bidding.Almost but not quite. What am I bid for this pretty young thing? Tight little ass, long silky hair and justlook at those tits fit just right in the palm of your hand! Come on, gentlemen, youknow you want a piece of this.Let s start the bidding at one thousand dollars.Onethousand and who ll give me two? From the way she had tottered onstage in the ridiculously high heels strapped toher tiny feet it was clear someone had pushed her, forcing her to get out on the woodenstage.There was a deer-in-the-headlights look in her wide gray-green eyes that42 More Than Friendssqueezed his heart like a fist.Clearly she had no idea how she d gotten on stage or whatwas going on.And just as clearly she was about to find out the hard way. Five thousand dollars! a man to Zach s left shouted.He was built like a brick walland looked capable of breaking Emily in half with one hand.Behind his black leathermask there was a greedy look in his small, close-set eyes. Five thousand and who ll make it six? the auctioneer barked. Come on now, it snot much to pay for fifteen minutes on the stage with this lovely little slave.Ya ll knowthe rules there are no rules! Because tonight at the Rustler s Roundup, anything goes! Six thousand, Zach heard himself shouting, horrified that he d been so caught upin looking at her outfit he d missed some of the bidding.There was no way he wasletting anyone else lay a hand on Emily. Seven, the man with the small, piggy eyes countered [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Her pussy was pink and swollen-looking, stretched wide toaccommodate the thick shaft currently skewering her with abandon.The watching crowd was going wild, shouting encouragement and suggestions atthe tops of their lungs as they watched the blonde girl get fucked right on stage.Thenoise was so loud it hurt Emily s head or maybe it was the sight she was currentlywitnessing that was giving her a sudden headache. Oh my God! she murmured under her breath, her eyes growing wide. I can tbelieve they re actually& She trailed off, unable to finish the thought, even to herself. Believe it, honey. The bouncer gave her a shark-like grin. And get ready. Causelike I said, you re next. 40 More Than FriendsChapter Four Zach, I need you! Emily s words rang in his head as Zach pushed his waythrough the crowd at the base of the wooden stage.He cursed himself again for missingher call.He d been wearing his gaming headset so that he could hear his team membersand opponents and still keep his hands free to game.When he d finally noticed themissed call message blinking on his cell, Emily s call was over an hour old.The emotionin her voice had kicked his protective instincts into overdrive.Emily had a bubblypersonality and she wasn t one of those girls who lost it at the drop of a hat.So for herto sound that upset well, something had to be wrong.Very damn wrong.Zach had assigned control of his team to another gamer, grabbed his keys andjumped in his car.All the way to Club E he cursed himself for letting Emily go alone.What if she d been mugged or hurt? What if she was in trouble and he was too late tosave her? He should have warned her more strongly to be careful.He should have putoff the online startup and insisted on going with her.Should have been there for her, hetold himself angrily.Should have been by her side.Please let her be all right.Please.When he finally got to Club E, he was immensely relieved to find that she had, infact, arrived safely at least her name was checked off on the arrival list.But when hedemanded to see her, the bouncer at the front door had gotten nasty.Emily wasbackstage getting ready and no one was to see the girls until the bidding started, hesaid.Zach didn t like the sound of that but the bouncer refused to explain further.Things might have come to blows if the club s owner hadn t come out and asked whatwas going on.With some quick talking and by showing his platinum Visa, Zach was letinto the club.But he wasn t allowed to join the auction, which was already in progress,until a scary Russian woman with unbelievable eyebrows made him change his clothesand put on a black leather mask.It seemed bizarre that the people running the auction41 Evangeline Andersonhad a ton of black leather clothes in all different sizes but with the amount of moneythat was being thrown around, it probably seemed like an incidental expense.Currently he was wearing a pair of tight leather pants, a black leather vest that lefthis arms and upper chest bare, and the mask, presumably to preserve his anonymity.Looking around, he could see that the men in the crowd were all wearing them andmost of them were wearing black leather clothes as well.What the hell was thisRustler s Roundup about, anyway? And why did he have to prove he had a fifty-thousand dollar limit on his card to get in the front door? Zach didn t care what theywere selling or how much money he had to burn, there was nothing they could put upon that stage that would make him bid that kind of money to own it.That was what he thought, anyway until he saw Emily stagger out in an outfiteven more bizarre than his own.An outfit that had him instantly hard and throbbing inhis pants.Her luscious firm breasts were pressed up and out by a tight black corset and theblack leather skirt she had on was so short Zach could see the black garters and pantiesshe had on under it.It made him think of the black panties he d been fantasizing aboutseeing her in earlier and he was filled with a mixture of instant lust and jealous ragethat the other men in the room were seeing her like this.Mine! The protective, possessive voice in his head was almost loud enough todrown out the start of the bidding.Almost but not quite. What am I bid for this pretty young thing? Tight little ass, long silky hair and justlook at those tits fit just right in the palm of your hand! Come on, gentlemen, youknow you want a piece of this.Let s start the bidding at one thousand dollars.Onethousand and who ll give me two? From the way she had tottered onstage in the ridiculously high heels strapped toher tiny feet it was clear someone had pushed her, forcing her to get out on the woodenstage.There was a deer-in-the-headlights look in her wide gray-green eyes that42 More Than Friendssqueezed his heart like a fist.Clearly she had no idea how she d gotten on stage or whatwas going on.And just as clearly she was about to find out the hard way. Five thousand dollars! a man to Zach s left shouted.He was built like a brick walland looked capable of breaking Emily in half with one hand.Behind his black leathermask there was a greedy look in his small, close-set eyes. Five thousand and who ll make it six? the auctioneer barked. Come on now, it snot much to pay for fifteen minutes on the stage with this lovely little slave.Ya ll knowthe rules there are no rules! Because tonight at the Rustler s Roundup, anything goes! Six thousand, Zach heard himself shouting, horrified that he d been so caught upin looking at her outfit he d missed some of the bidding.There was no way he wasletting anyone else lay a hand on Emily. Seven, the man with the small, piggy eyes countered [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]