Chapter 5

When Marqi and Mila returned to their hotel room there was a note stuck to the door.

“Hm, wonder what this is,” Marqi said, pulling off the envelope. She unlocked the door and both girls struggled into their room with their bags full of newly cleaned clothes. They flung their parcels onto the beds and Marqi flopped down alongside them. She ripped open the envelope and blew into it, making it easier to extract the single piece of paper residing inside. “There’s a package for me at the desk.”

“Oh,” Mila said.

“I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” Mila switched on the television and began pulling clothes from her bags and arranging them into piles according to type.

Marqi walked to the end of the breezeway and entered the motel’s office. She held up the note to the proprietor and said, “You have something for me?”

The man grunted and got off his stool. She handed him the note and he pulled a big, rectangular, white box from behind the counter.

“Wow,” Marqi said, pleased at the size of it. She accepted the box and was relieved that it didn’t weigh much, and walked back to her room carrying it awkwardly.

“What’s that?” Mila asked nosily when Marqi appeared in the room again.

“I don’t know smarty,” Marqi said, sticking out her tongue. “I haven’t opened it yet.”

She pushed the clean laundry to one side and set the box down before her. When she lifted the lid, the first thing she saw was a square envelope sitting atop a tower of tissue paper. She tossed the lid aside and took up the newest note, ripping it open as she had the one before. Inside was a simple note that said, “I want to see you again, and I’d love to see you in this.”

Okay, Marqi thought, dropping the card to riffle through the layers of tissue. Her fingers felt lace, and she pulled the first item out of the box. It was a black lace bodice that was utterly sheer. She dug through and found several more items made to match—panties, some thigh high silk stockings, a beautiful pair of kidskin high-heeled boots, and a leather duster that just cut at her calves when she tried it on.

“Holy shit,” she said, turning to Mila and modeling the coat.

“Wow,” Mila agreed. “Where’d you get that?”

“I guess from... my boyfriend...sort of,” Marqi said, frowning as her cheeks flushed of their own accord. She sincerely hoped this wasn’t Dennis’s way of trying to pay her off. She fingered the soft leather coat, wondering if she ought to send it back.

“It’s beautiful,” Mila told her honestly. Marqi turned and looked at herself in the mirror. Mila was right; it was lovely.

A knock sounded on the door, and Marqi’s heart pounded harder, fluttering with hope. Mila bounded to answer it and sure enough, Dennis Braxton stood on the other side looking dashing in his usual suit and tie. He had an easy charm about him, and the night seemed to enhance his already superior good looks.

Mila looked at Marqi uncertainly and Marqi said to him, “Uh...would you like to come in?”

Dennis shook his head slightly. “Actually, I was hoping you’d come out with me tonight.”

Marqi’s heart began to race. It felt forbidden; it felt like something she knew she’d live to regret, but that she still wanted to do. She nodded, “Okay.”

“Get dressed,” he said with a pleasant smile. “I’ll wait for you.”

She watched him walk back to his car and hired driver before Mila shut the door. “He seems nice.”

Marqi didn’t bother to reflect on the oddity of Mila’s remark. She grabbed the clothes and ran to the bathroom to change. She emerged moments later clutching the duster tightly around her underwear-clad body. The boots fit a little snugly, but when she looked in the mirror, she looked sexy as hell, so she didn’t care that her toes were pinched. She ran shaking fingers through her hair and grabbed her purse on the way out.

“Um, I’ll see you later... or tomorrow maybe,” Marqi said.

“All right,” Mila said pleasantly, still watching TV.

Marqi pulled the door shut after herself and hurried to Dennis’s car. The door opened as she approached, and Marqi slid into the back seat alongside her silver fox.

“You look beautiful,” he said, leaning slightly to kiss her cheek, “as always.”

Marqi smiled, flattered and pleased with the compliment. “So... where are we going?”

Dennis gave her a little look and said, “I was hoping to take you back to my place and feed you a meal fit for a queen.”

“Mm,” Marqi said as his hand slid up her thigh, parting the long jacket slightly to reveal the black silk stocking covering her knee. “That sounds nice.”

Was it her imagination, or did her voice sound ridiculously squeaky? She forced herself to take a deep breath.

“Just relax,” Dennis murmured in her ear, his hand sliding further up her leg, his fingers resting on her inner thigh dangerously. He kissed his way up her neck and along her jaw, his lips finding hers momentarily and treating her to a sensual, lazy kiss. His index finger began to trace a small circle on her leg, drawing her attention to how close he was to something else. He pulled back slightly and told her to open her jacket. Slowly Marqi slid the duster from her shoulders to reveal creamy skin cased in sheer black lace.

“Incredible,” he said, his hands coming up to cup her breasts through the fine material. He kissed her again as his fingers traced her nipples through the fabric; they responded to his ministrations as well as the rest of her did. She arched toward him unconsciously as Dennis removed his tie and jacket and went back to kissing her. His fingers found their way into her panties and pulled them down as he grumbled, “I don’t know why I bought these. As far as I’m concerned, you have no need for them.”

She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck as she lifted her butt off the seat. He slid the panties all the way off and let them drop to the floor of the speeding vehicle. Marqi was intensely grateful for the tinted windows as Dennis tugged at the black bodice, ripping the delicate fabric to expose her breast. He licked her nipple, his warm tongue sliding easily over the peak as Marqi moaned softly. Her legs parted slightly as Dennis pushed his fingers between them. Her own fingers trembled a little as she worked to return the favor. She pried open his pants and he helped her lower them. She touched his long cock, stroking the half-hard muscle lightly as Dennis’s hand came up to smooth her hair. He pushed her head down to his cock and Marqi opened her wet mouth to receive him. She sucked him with care, using her tongue to apply rough friction to the underside of the shaft. When he was fully hard and leaking in her mouth, she raised her head again.

“You’re talented,” he informed her with a charming smile. “Time to fuck.”

He twisted her toward him on the seat, settling himself between her legs. Her right leg slid up next to the head rest while her left boot heel found leverage against the floor mat. Dennis handled his hardened erection with pleasure as he observed her slick pussy. He guided himself to her and penetrated her with one swift stroke.

Marqi groaned involuntarily at the intense pressure, grabbing his shoulders as her body tried to accommodate him. Dennis, too, groaned, enduring a pleasurable shudder as her tight channel squeezed him. Bracing himself against the seat, he began forcing his hard cock in and out of her body. She grew wetter with each thrust, her slender body rising slightly off the seat with every motion. The car sped along, bumps in the road unnoticed as his cock pounded her pussy intently.

“My God, you’re tight,” he hissed through his teeth. Her hand reached down to fondle his balls as he thrust into her. She raised her hips to meet his strokes, rolling them so that her clit slid against his body. She moaned, anticipating orgasm, and Dennis responded in kind.

“Say something dirty,” he pleaded. “I want to hear filth coming from that sweet, innocent mouth.”

Marqi opened her eyes and looked at him as she rode on his hard cock. “I love the way you fuck me with your big, hard cock. My pussy is wet for you, wet for your cock. I love the way you hard cock fucks my warm, wet cunt. Fuck me harder, Dennis, fuck me harder!”

He obliged, giving it to her so hard that her head banged into the door; neither of them noticed. His body tensed, readying for pleasure as she cried out, her nails digging into the soft skin at his shoulders as she came, hot and slick around his cock, her muscles milking him for his own release. Dennis came, too, pulling his cock out at the last second and spraying her stomach with long strands of white, hot come. She used her hands to coax the last drops from his cock and he groaned in gratitude.

“You’re a hell of a fuck,” he told her, nuzzling her neck. He sat up and slumped against the opposite side of the car. He gave her a long look and said, “You know, I really do like you in that outfit.”

“Yeah?” she smiled her eyes half-closed in satisfaction.

“Yeah,” he answered. “You look like a million bucks, my sweet little pussy in boots.”