LA Aces - Chapter 1: McPheever

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LA Aces
Chapter 1: McPheever
by Doctor Nick

Saturdays in Las Vegas are Hell. It's always a tourist town, but on Saturday it seems like every moron within 300 miles of the place comes down to lose money, get drunk and generally annoy the folks like me who have to live here. Of course, LA's within 300 miles, so it also means we get a fair share of celebrities coming down and having everything handed to them. It's like the casinos think they'll get more business if Andy Dick shows up every now and then.

Now, not every Hollywood bitch that shows up here is a worthless twat like Andy Dick; some of them are attractive enough to briefly distract you from the horrible character flaws. Luckily, I happened to be sitting at a table across from one of those lovely "ladies" on one usually hot October Saturday; "Miss McPhee," I heard everyone calling her. I had already taken at least a couple thousand from her, though it probably would have been more if I had been able to take my eyes off of her and look at my cards for the past hour. She was annoying, she was bossy, she made sure to smile and strike a supposedly-sexy pose for every single camera that she saw, but God DAMN was she hot.

I was so distracted by her, I didn't even notice when she started beating me. My eyes were somewhere around her cleavage when she went all-in with what I was sure was nothing. I called. I looked down to my chip stack to push whatever meager amount she had left in, when I noticed something that shocked me.

"Where did all my chips go?" I turned around, expecting to see someone running from the table with their arms full of stolen chips. She laughed, the sort of infectious giggle that would be really annoying if one was exposed to it more than once every month or so. I turned back, and for once my eyes settled somewhere other than her body. My chips, the ones I had spent the past two hours winning from her, were back on the other side of the table, and I was the one who was all in! I had her on a bluff; she wanted me to fold, I called to get her out of my hair, thinking that my nothing would be better than hers. Of course, she actually had a hand, and I was broke. In an instant, it seemed, I had gone from wondering which new plasma to get to wondering if I was going to be able to pay the rent next month. She stood up, posed for a camera, smiled at me, and left. Her assistants gathered up my plasma, my rent and my pride, and followed after her.

I felt like I was moving through a daze for the next couple of hours. I got some cash out of an ATM, grabbed a cab back to my apartment, and just sat there, flicking channels aimlessly. After a drink, and then another, I decided that sitting around and feeling sorry for myself wasn't going to help anything. It would be much more productive for me to hit a bar, find some skank who thinks "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" gave her a license to fuck the first guy she saw, and take out my frustrations on her pussy rather than my liver.

Of course, it was still Saturday in Las Vegas, and that meant my regular stomping grounds were swamped. I had to wait 20 minutes just to get in, and even when I did I found it almost impossible to move through the place. I eventually managed to wiggle my way over to the bar, and had just ordered a Heineken when I saw her. She was in a corner, barely wearing a tight green dress that showed off nearly every bit of skin she had. After I got my drink, I called the bartender back over.

"Hey Tony," I shouted over the crowd and the loud music, "Who's that?" I gestured towards her with my bottle.

"Over in the corner?" I nodded. "You should know, man; she's famous."

"I guessed." She smiled, and stuck her ass out for one of the cameras that seemed to follow her everywhere. I could hear her stupid giggle all the way across the room. She looked in my direction, and for a second I thought our eyes met, but then she looked away.

"Come on, man, don't tell me you don't know Katharine McPhee!" The look on my face must have told him I didn't. "She was on AI, man! Runner up!" I opened my mouth, but quickly shut it. If Tony didn't know by now that I was the only guy in the world who had never seen a second of that crap, he never would. "Want me to introduce you?"

"No." I was already headed over there. "We've met."

"So I've got to ask," I started, with a combination of awe and anger, "How does a brainless Hollywood cunt like you wind up clearing me out?" Okay, it was mostly anger. Still, Katharine wasn't surprised; she smiled (God, she has a pretty smile) before answering.

"Well, you shit-eating douchebag," she said in a voice that, while friendlier than the one I had used, wasn't exactly friendly, "You have a tell."

"A tell."

"Yes. You give away your hand."

I rolled my eyes. "I know what a tell is, and I don't have one."

"Maybe not normally, but with me you sure did."

"Oh, really?"

"Yep. You see, when you had a good hand, you got lost in my eyes."

I stammered. "I wouldn't say I got lost…" Truth was, I did. Go ahead, look her up, see if you don't. Now imagine them in person.

"Oh yes, you did. You're doing it now." I made a point of looking away. "But, when you didn't have a good hand…" she stuck out her impressive chest, and everything around me went sort of quiet as my eyes made their way down, past her neck, finally coming to a stop staring at the gorgeous mounds of her soft, beautiful— "—tits."

I had to shake my head and blink a few times before responding. "…what?"

Again, she smiled when she should have hit me. "You looked at my tits when you had a bad hand."

I sighed, and started wondering why I had bothered confronting her. "Well, the least you could after practically robbing me blind is buy me a drink."

She licked her lips, looking me over as she did. "Sure. Not here, though." She took my hand and started to lead me through the crowd. I couldn't see where we were going, partly due to the crowd and partly due to the uncountable number of flashes that were going off all around me. After about a minute of this, we made it through a small door and into an alley next to the bar. Once I was able to rub all the little green circles out of my eyes, I was able to surmise that Katharine had pulled me out the side door, the star showing a rare urge to avoid the paparazzi.

Before I could open my mouth and get out any of the questions I wanted to ask, she was pulling me again, this time toward a white limo that had just pulled up at the end of the alley, maybe thirty feet away from us. She got in the back, and was trying to pull me in with her when I managed to break free. I heard shouting behind us, and turned my head to see what was causing it. Mistake. The press had followed, and I was greeted by the sight of about half a dozen photographers running toward me, and again with the damn flashbulbs. Katharine grabbed me with both hands and pulled me into the car, the driver gunning it before the door had even been shut.

Katharine climbed over me and pulled the door shut while I took stock of my new surroundings. The back of the limo was less like the backseat of a car, and more like a fancy living room that just happened to be moving. Black leather seats wrapped around the entire interior, except for a bar area and the door I had just been yanked through. The floor was soft, carpeted, red with an intricate black pattern in the shape of a rose. I temporarily lost myself, and tried to get to my feet. After bumping my head on the ceiling, I sheepishly crawled into a seat. Katharine had poured two glasses of champagne, and she gave me one, raising her own.

"To Simon Cowell," she said enthusiastically, downing her glass in one sip.

"Simon Cowell," I repeated, also emptying my glass. "Why Simon Cowell?" I asked as she started pouring refills.

"If I didn't give him such good head, I wouldn't be here." She giggled again, taking a big sip. I began to wonder whether she was drunk or stupid; either way, that laugh was really getting on my nerves. Katharine moved closer to me, crossing her legs in a way that seemed to be begging for me to look at them. I hadn't thought it possible, but her legs were even more attractive than her eyes or her breasts, long and lean without looking skinny. When my gaze finally made its way upward, I saw that Katharine had seen me ogling her, and approved. She put her hand on my thigh, and without really thinking about it I put mine on hers. "You know," she started, eyes piercing me, "The press is going to think we're sleeping together." I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just swallowed and nodded. She smiled wickedly, and moved closer, her dress brushing up against my shirt. She leaned in, her cleavage practically pouring itself into my lap as she whispered into my ear. "I'd hate to give them the wrong impression."

She kissed my neck hotly, while at the same time her hand moved from my thigh to my crotch, starting to rub me through my jeans. I could only close my eyes and moan as Katharine had her way with me, my hand tightening its grip on her thigh as she tightened her grip on my cock. In an instant, I was rock hard, and in another I thought I was going to cum just from her mouth on my neck and her hand on my cock. Just as quickly, though, she stopped. I looked at her, totally shocked, and she gave me that same devilish grin.

"What was that about?"

"Well, I had to stop, silly…we're here." And we were, wherever "here" was; the limo had stopped, and the driver had already opened the door for Katharine to get out. She did, and with supreme effort I was able to follow her and stand up outside the car. It was a pleasant surprise that there were no photographers in my face, and an even more pleasant surprise that we were standing in front of Caesar's Palace. I'd never actually been to Caesar's; odd, I know, for someone who lives here, but it had just never come up.

I wish I could give a detailed description of what the place looked like on the inside, but we were flying through there at what felt like light speed. Someone must have known we were coming, because it was a straight shot from the car to the elevator, and then she was all over me again. Her lips went back to my neck, her hand went back to my cock, and my eyes went to the back of my head. Once again, I found myself wishing for just one more minute, as I was about ready to burst when the doors slid open and Katharine's ministrations stopped.

She took my hand, and we practically sprinted through the hallway toward her room. Once the door shut behind her, she jumped at me. I caught her, thankfully, and she wrapped her legs around me. She kissed me hard on the lips, our tongues wrestling for control. I pinned her against the door, pulling her dress over her head as she ripped off my shirt. Supporting her ass with my left hand, I was able to unbutton my jeans and pull them and my underwear down to my ankles, my throbbing cock pushing against her moist pussy. "Nooo," she groaned, and my eyes nearly popped out of my skull. "Not here," she moaned, already breathing heavily. "The bed." I sighed, and turned around, thankfully seeing that the bed wasn't too far away. I managed to shuffle my way over to it, and gently put her down. She kicked off her heels as I got my shoes and pants all the way off, and then I joined her in the bed.

I kissed her this time, and she moaned into my mouth as I took control. I broke the kiss, working my way down to her neck. I mimicked her earlier actions, passionately kissing her neck as my fingers danced around her pussy. I gently slid two of them in, brushing up against her clit before moving them away. She gasped, and looked up at me. I smirked, and she glared at me. With a sudden burst of strength I didn't think she possessed, she got out from under me, grabbed me, and spun me around so that she was on top. She straddled my stomach, kissing her way down my chest, toward my cock. I took the opportunity to grab her ass, palming her cheeks, my thumbs making little circles on them.

She stopped moving down just as she was over my cock, and feeling her hot breath on it nearly made me lose control. I tightened my grip on her ass, breathing heavily as I silently begged her to keep going. It didn't take long, though, for me to discover that that was not what she had in mind. Her kisses moved back up my chest, and my moan of disappointment was muffled as she kissed me again on the lips. She had my wrists pinned to the bed, and the force of her kiss left no doubt that she would be the one in control. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, she lowered her pussy down onto my cock, teasing me by pulling up just as I was about to slip into her. She broke the kiss, and pulled her head up, looking into my eyes as she lowered her pussy once more. She must have seen the desperation in my eyes; I could hear it in my own voice.

"Please…" She smiled again, that same wicked grin, and let me have my pleasure. Her cunt was amazing; hot and wet and seemingly molded just for my cock. It fit like a glove, and the moan I let out as I slid into her was the most satisfied sound I had ever made in my life. My eyes closed, or maybe I just went blind from the sensation, as her cunt worked its magic on my cock. I couldn't move, I didn't want to; every fiber of my being was focused on the feeling of my cock in Katharine's pussy. She kissed my chest again, tongue flicking over my nipples, and the pleasure increased. She brought herself up, slowly, only to come back down again. Over and over she repeated this, never the same tempo twice. She'd go up slowly and then fly back down, she'd go up in an instant and take an eternity coming back down. Once, it felt like she went up and down on me six times in the span of a second. I shuddered at this, and I knew I couldn't last much longer. For the first time since her pussy lips touched my cock, I opened my eyes, and I saw her looking right at me. I swallowed, carefully choosing my words. "I'm not going to last long if you keep doing that."

If she heard me, or understood, or cared, I'll never know. She did it again, her pussy moving up and down on my cock a half dozen times before I could register that she'd even moved. I could feel the pressure building in my balls; I knew there was no way I'd be able to stop myself from shooting if she did that again. She smiled at me, and looked me in the eye as her pussy worked, almost daring me not to cum. I couldn't help it, though, and hot cum erupted from my cock, shooting into her as her pussy milked me for every drop it could get. I felt her juices running down my cock, and then sometime later I felt her get off the bed and kiss me on the cheek. I tried, I really did, to get out of the bed, but in the end it was a losing battle. My eyes slowly closed, and before I could force them open I had fallen asleep.

I woke the next morning in pretty much the same position I had been in when I fell asleep. Rubbing my eyes, I forced myself up and out of bed, stumbling blindly through the hotel room. I called out for Katharine, but she was nowhere to be found. Figuring she had bolted on me, I made my way into the bathroom for a quick shower before I got out of there. When I came out and started gathering my clothes, I saw a folded cocktail napkin on the bedside table. I picked it up and sat down on the side of the bed; it smelled like Katharine's perfume. She had left me a note, along with a card that had a phone number on it.

You're cute. Had fun last night. Give me a call sometime.

Kat

* * *

All in all, it had been a shitty week. I wanted to call her right away – partly to make sure I hadn't been dreaming, partly to see if there was any chance that it would happen again. I quickly dismissed the notion, not wanting to seem needy or desperate, and tried to get back to my regular life. Part of me wanted to call her, but another part said that it would just be stupid; she probably just said "give me a call sometime" to be nice, like the dozens of people who write "keep in touch" in your high school yearbook that you never hear from again.

Finally, late Wednesday night, I decided I had nothing to lose but pride (something that was already weakened by only being able to last one round with her), and called, wanting to leave a message on her voice mail.

"Hello?" Shit. She picked up. I stammered. "Hello?" Oh, God.

"Um, uh…wrong number." I quickly hung up, and collapsed onto my bed. "Smooth, Nick…real smooth."

With my sex life shot, it would have been nice to at least have money not be an issue. But, of course, Katharine had managed to screw me over on that front as well; with my bank account in ruins, Lady Luck chose this exact moment to give me the worst run of cards in my life. Never had so many sevens and twos found themselves in my possession, and when I wasn't getting dealt a bad hand, some idiot was getting lucky at my expense. If it wasn't for the number of times it came up on the river to give some jackass his flush, I would have forgotten what the ace of spades looked like. So, like I said earlier, it was a pretty shitty week.

I met my roommate, Sonny, on the way out of our building as I was coming in.

"Hard day at the tables?"

I sighed, and rolled my eyes. "The worst."

"You said that yesterday."

"Well, today was worse than yesterday. So today was the worst. Okay?" I immediately felt bad; Sonny was a good guy, and he didn't deserve me biting his head off.

"Hey, Nick, listen. I know I've said it before, but if you want me to pay your half of the rent this month, it's cool. I can do it."

"No, Sonny. I'm not saying it because I'm proud," I saw his comeback before he made it, and defused it. "I've been thinking: This is my worst run in a long time, maybe ever. Maybe somebody's trying to tell me something. Somebody up there wants me to get out of here, go back home and start fresh."

Sonny raised an eyebrow. "Somebody 'up there?' Since when do you believe in anybody 'up there?'"

"I'm not saying I do. But…it's possible."

Sonny smiled, and patted me on the back. "You know what? I think you're right. There is somebody up there," Sonny pointed up for effect, "And she's gonna make things all better. Look, I gotta go, man…I'll see you when I see you." Sonny was off before I could ask what he meant by "make things all better," or since when he was in with the "God is a woman" crowd. I made my way up to 7G, closed the door behind me, and was greeted by a hot, passionate kiss.

I made a conscious effort to keep my eyes open, at least until I was absolutely sure it was real. She moaned into my mouth, and I moaned right back into hers. She held my head firmly in place, but my hands moved all over her body. I ran my fingers through her soft hair, rubbed down her silk-covered back, took two big handfuls of her amazing ass. It wasn't until she stepped back and I looked into her gorgeous eyes that I knew for sure it was her. I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out. She laughed.

"Glad to see you too, stud." I stammered. "What's the matter, honey? Kat got your tongue?" She giggled again, the same sound I had heard in my head about a million times over the past week.
"I'm just…surprised, is all," I managed to get out. "Both by you being here, and what you're wearing."

"What, this?" Kat struck a pose, sticking her chest out. "You like?" I nodded; the black lace teddy, thong and heels were very hard not to like. I could feel myself getting hard already. "Mmm, I see that you do like."

"Sonny, my roommate…he was just here. Does he know you're here?"

Katharine's smile grew wider. "Mm-hmm...he wanted to stick around and watch. I had to suck him off to get him to leave us alone. Now we have all the time in the world." Katharine came back close to me, her hands working on taking off my belt as she looked up in my eyes. "Where's the bedroom, sweetie?"

I pointed in the right direction; Katharine turned and led the way, her ass swaying from side to side as she did. She pulled the teddy over her head as she walked, tossing it back to me. I caught it and immediately discarded it, more interested in what it had been covering than the garment itself. She got to the bedroom and turned around, letting me take a long look at her gorgeous breasts before speaking.

"Where do you want me?"

"Well, with all this talk about you sucking guys off, I think I deserve some…but first, on the bed. Hands and knees." She smiled, and got into position, wiggling her ass for me. I shed my shirt and pants before joining her, getting on my knees behind her and slowly running my fingers down her spine. I followed the fingers with a trail of soft kisses, and she gasped. I took hold of her thong and slowly slid it down her legs. After I pulled it off, I took a whiff; it was wet, and it smelled magnificent. I held it in my right hand, in front of Kat's face, while my left hand started to slowly tease her pussy lips.

"Smells like somebody's a little horny, doesn't it?"

Katharine moaned. "Yeah…I'm so fucking horny…" I pressed the panties against her face, and to my surprise she took them into her mouth. She moaned into them as my fingers sped up their teasing of her lips, and I decided I liked the sound so much that I wouldn't take them out just yet.

I took my left hand away from her pussy, but it was instantly replaced by my right as I moved myself into a better position. I rubbed her ass with my free left hand, and started kissing my way down her fabulous legs. I tasted every inch of her flesh, savoring the salty taste of the sweat from the inside of her knees. As I kissed and licked my way back up her right leg, I suddenly slid two fingers into her pussy; she gasped, and the thong fell out of her mouth.

She leaned forward to pick it up with her teeth, and I was seized by inspiration. Keeping my fingers in her pussy, I took my left hand and grabbed the back of her neck, pinning her to the bed. She moaned.

"Fuuuck…oh, God…" I smiled, lining my cock up with her dripping cunt. I slowly slid my fingers out of her pussy, holding them up to her lips.

"Lick them clean, Kat…taste your cunt!" She did, and the feeling of her tongue on my fingers was amazing. I almost couldn't wait to feel it on my cock, but I decided to stick with the plan and started pushing my cock into her pussy.

She moaned as I popped the head in, and the moans grew steadily louder as I pushed myself into her inch by inch. I could tell that it was killing her to stay still; she wanted to writhe and buck, but the hand on her neck held her firmly in place. I pulled out, slowly, then pushed back in again. My right hand, still wet with her saliva, started tracing circles around her tiny, pointed nipples.

"Oh, fuck…fuck me hard!"

"You don't need to ask me twice." I sped up, my cock thrusting in and out of her pussy. It was every bit as warm and wet and perfect as I remembered it; the different position gave a different feel, but it was impossible to say if it was better or worse than the one I had enjoyed a week ago. Just different.

"Harder! Fuck, I'm gonna cum! Fuck me harder!" I complied, fucking her pussy hard and fast, determined to make her cum before I did. I was struck with another wave of inspiration, and took my left hand off of her neck. She moaned, sounding almost disappointed that I had given her a bit of freedom, but the moan quickly turned into a scream as both my hands suddenly pinched her nipples, hard.

I could tell that I was hurting her, but it was also sending her over the edge; she pushed back hard against me as she came, juices flooding from her pussy and down her legs. I let go of her nipples, and she started coming down, breathing heavily as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm. I gently pulled out of her, and she collapsed. I just sat next to her, stroking her hair as she fought to regain her breath. She was hot and sweaty and totally exhausted, but she was still amazingly beautiful. I leaned back on the pillows, my hard cock glistening with her juices.

"Wow," she finally got out. "…wow."

"Two wows? Is that it?" She turned her head to look at me.

"What did you want? 'Oh, Nick, you're the best lover I've ever had, please come move to LA with me'?"

"Something like that would have worked."

"I'll keep that in mind." She turned herself over, resting her head on my chest. We sat like that in silence for a few minutes, with me stroking her hair and her apparently lost in thought. "Do you want to?"

"Do I want to what?"

"Come out to LA with me." I looked down at her, and she looked up at me.

"You're not serious."

"I am. I've been thinking about it."

"For like five minutes!"

"No…I've thought about it ever since Wednesday, when you called me." That was surprising.

"How…how did you know that was me?" She looked at me like I was an idiot.

"Well, for one, I recognized your voice. And for two, there's a beautiful thing called Caller ID."

"Fine, so you knew that I called, but how did you get here? Did you call Sonny and have him give you directions?"

"Nope; I Googled your ass. Got your name, street address, and turn-by-turn directions." With that little mystery dealt with, we returned to our contented silence for a while, before Katharine spoke again. "So?"

"So what?"

"So, do you want to come out to LA with me?" I could tell that she was serious, so I decided that the least I could do was humor her and think about it for a second. And the more I thought, the more attractive the idea seemed. It would be pretty shitty of me to just leave without giving Sonny any help with the rent, but I could figure out a way to get it to him. And beyond that, I really had nothing to tie me down to Vegas. The city was becoming a parody of itself: Too over-the top, too crowded, too hot. I had kicked around the idea of being an actor before I chose Vegas, and moving to LA would at least bring me closer to the action. Plus, most importantly, it would mean I got to stay with Kat.

"Yeah. I do." She smiled, and hugged me, then started getting out of bed.

As I watched her, my cock sprang back to life; I remembered that I still hadn't cum, and I really didn't want to deal with a case of blue balls. I sat on the edge of the bed, and stared a hole in Katharine's back until she turned around.

"What?"

"There's still something you owe me." I looked down meaningfully, and she seemed to grasp my meaning.

"Nick, come on, I thought you were joking." She turned around and started gathering up her outfit.

"Katharine," I said, with a commanding edge in my voice, "Come here." She turned to look at me, and then came, standing right in front of me. Our eyes met, and she seemed to be scared, but titillated. I tried my best to remain firm in both my gaze and my tone. "Kneel." She swallowed, and then got down on her knees. The fear was gone from her now, and her eyes almost begged me to give the order that was on the tip of my tongue. I took my cock in my hand and placed the tip on her lips; they quivered. "Suck."

In an instant, Katharine had opened her mouth and taken my cock inside. Before I could let out the moan of pleasure that this action generated, it was back out. Her lips wrapped themselves around my cock, she sucked, and then she was off. Over and over this went on, until my cock was as rock hard and throbbing as it had been while it was buried in her pussy. Then, she started working at it with her tongue. The pleasure her tongue had given my fingers was nothing compared to what it was giving to my cock. She could tease and tantalize the smallest point while seemingly engulfing my entire cock with her tongue. I was trying my hardest to keep my eyes open, not for fear that I would cum but simply because I was worried I would lose consciousness if I didn't. I ran my fingers through her soft hair as she worked, her arms hanging at her sides while her mouth gave my cock all the pleasure it could handle.

She would hold me deep in her throat while her tongue danced around my tip, then pull off and suck the head so hard I felt like she would tear it off. All the while she kept her eyes locked on mine, reveling in the pleasure that she was giving me and knowing that she could make me cum whenever she wanted to. More times than I could count I felt the pressure in my balls grow, and she would slow down just enough that I didn't hurt myself by holding it in. The more she sucked, the more I felt that she was the one in control; even though I had ordered her to do it and she had seemed so submissive, she was now completely in control. I continued to stroke and caress her hair, focusing on it when the pleasure in my cock nearly became too much to handle.

I felt the pressure in my balls building again, and she must have as well, because she redoubled her efforts. She wasn't going to let me slide away this time, oh no; Katharine had decided that I was going to cum, and I had no say in the decision. I looked down at her, almost begging her not to stop, until finally I just had to cum. And God, how I did. I leaned back and had to take my hands out of Katharine's hair and use them to hold myself up. With one final suck on the tip of my cock, she sent me into orgasm; my cock thrust forward into her mouth as I shot load after load into it. Thinking about it now, I can't decide which is more amazing: The fact that I didn't pass out or the fact that she held every single drop of my cum in her mouth.

When I was finally done, I collapsed onto the bed, trying to catch my breath as she had earlier. When I was finally able to sit up and look at her, she immediately caught my eye. Her hands were folded in her lap, she was sitting back on her heels, and her mouth was full. She opened it, and I could see the load that she had just taken from me sitting on her tongue. She closed her mouth, smiled her devilish little grin, and swallowed. The very sight was so sexy, so erotic, that I came again, one single shot that splattered onto her face and tits. For a second I was terrified, but she just smiled the same smile and got to her feet. Scooping my cum from her tits with her fingers, she said, "I think I need to go clean up" and walked away, licking her fingers clean.


"Take this left up here."

"But the airport's on the right."

"I know." I looked at her and raised my eyebrow. She looked back at me, reading my expression through the dark lenses of her sunglasses. "We're not going to the airport." I opened my mouth to ask the obvious question, but she continued. "You missed the turn."

"What? Shit!" I turned back to the road just in time to see the on-ramp Katharine wanted me to take fly by on the left. I sighed. "Okay. Not a problem. I am, if nothing else, a master of the U-turn by elaborate and questionably-legal means." I snickered to myself as I started demonstrating this skill. Katharine smiled.

"And you're a good fuck."

"And I'm a good fuck. If you say so."

"So," I started, after managing both to get us in the direction she wanted to go and not get pulled over or killed doing it, "since we're not going to the airport, where are we going?"

"We're going to LA."

"No, I mean now. Where are we going now?"

She looked at me with a sort of "what are you, stupid?" expression and repeated herself, slowly, as if she was speaking to someone who didn't understand English. "We're going to Los Angeles."

It dawned on me, and I couldn't believe it. "You mean we're driving?"

"Yeah." She looked like she had restrained the urge to add a "duh" at the end.

"Katharine...it's three hundred miles!"

She nodded, quickly replying, "Uh-huh." I stared at her, mouth agape, hoping against hope that she was kidding. She looked at me, incredulous. "What? So it's three hundred miles, what's the big deal?"

"Well, one, it's three hundred miles. Two, it's three hundred miles through the desert. Three, it's three hundred miles through the desert when it's something like three hundred degrees. Four-"

She cut me off. "Four, it's three hundred miles through the three hundred-degree desert, and you get to drive a sweet-ass car for every last one of them. Five, you get to spend these three hundred miles in the three hundred-degree desert driving this sweet-ass car with me, your sweet-ass girlfriend." She smiled as she said the last part, putting her head on my shoulder. Even though they were behind dark sunglasses, I could imagine her batting her eyes at me, and the thought was enough to make me melt. I smiled.

"Well, you do have a pretty sweet ass..."

"That's the spirit!"

Now that we were set on our destination, we both fell silent. Katharine put in a CD, not one of hers (I recognized the voice of Britney Spears on one track), while I took time to reflect on our escape from my apartment building. It hadn't been much of an escape, really, no bars or guards or anything like that, but Katharine had seemed convinced that we were going to be ambushed by the press at any minute. It was very uncharacteristic of her, at least what I knew of her; she had seemed so eager to pose and show off for the cameras before we hooked up. But now she had gone out of her way to conceal herself, hiding her eyes behind dark sunglasses and covering her hair with a cowboy hat.

Maybe I was reading too much into it, and she had just chosen a look; the hat certainly fit in well with the pink blouse she was wearing, tied to show off both midriff and cleavage. And the white of the hat perfectly matched the white shorts she wore, just barely covering the sweet ass I was very much looking forward to investigating further. She topped it off with a pair of knee-length high-heeled boots, the kind of shoes that I knew had to hurt, but if she was willing to wear them I wasn't willing to stop her. My jaw literally dropped when I saw her, and I did not manage to pick it up again for several minutes. She had just smiled, and apparently I had given just the reaction she was looking for.

My attention was snapped back to the present as I felt Katharine put her head back on my shoulder. We were the only car on the road, now, and any semblance of civilization had been replaced with a whole lot of nothing, desert punctuated by the occasional billboard or road sign as far as the eye could see. I checked the gas gauge and saw that we were still doing fine, then I thanked God that Katharine had had the foresight to suggest we fill up before hitting the road.

"So...tell me about yourself, Nick...Nick...that's a good place to start. What's your last name?" I turned my head to look at her, and was once again struck by how sexy she looked. She had repositioned herself so that her head was resting on my shoulder and her feet rested on the open window frame, right leg crossed over left. She had tossed the hat down onto the floor in front of her, and the wind whipped through her hair. I swallowed, and then mentally slapped myself back to attention.

"Greenwood."

"Okay, then, Mr. Nick Greenwood...what do you do?"

"Well, until Little Miss 'Show Off Her Tits And Get Me All Flustered' showed off her tits and got me all flustered, I played poker. Then you showed up; after that I pretty much just acted as a human ATM."

"Hmm...I must be bad luck. You should probably stay away from me." She giggled; I remembered a time when I hated that laugh, but now it was simply an endearing trait. I laughed a bit as well, taking my right hand off the wheel to pull her closer to me. She sighed contentedly, almost a purr, and stayed like that until she drifted off to sleep.

* * *

It was about an hour later that she woke up. I had filled the car up while she was asleep, counting myself lucky that the roar of the engine when it started didn't wake her. She stirred, still half-asleep, but lifted her head from my shoulder and opened my eyes after I accidentally drove over a pothole.

"Mmm...where are we?" She yawned.

"I think we crossed into California about twenty minutes ago."

Suddenly, she screamed. Out of instinct, I slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching halt. Luckily, we were still the only people on the road.

"What? What is it?" I looked around, expecting to see a dead animal or a psycho killer with a chainsaw.

"Look at my legs!" Katharine was frantically searching through the glove compartment, and I could see that she had gotten a little sunburned on her legs. I was relieved that we weren't killers or about to be killed, plus I needed to get my heart rate down, so I let out a little laugh. Mistake. "You think it's FUNNY?!?" She had taken off the glasses to help her search, and I could see panic turning to rage in her eyes.

"No, Kat, it's not that. I just..." I swallowed, carefully choosing my words. "I just thought, when you screamed, that we were going to die. Not that—"

"Not that I could have skin cancer?!? Not that I have a shoot in three days?!? Not that I'm gonna have horrible tan lines for the rest of the month?!? Argh!"

"Kat...Katharine...calm down. Here, let me." She had found the sunscreen, and seemingly squirted half the bottle into her palm, ready to apply it to her legs. I took the bottle from her, and got her to dump the sunscreen from her hands into mine. I then dumped it outside the car.

"What are you doing?"

"Putting on sunscreen isn't going to make the sunburn go away, okay?" She pouted, looking terrified. I shifted the car into park and turned it off as I continued. "Just trust me. We need to put on just enough so that the burn doesn't get any worse before we get to LA. Now, recline the seat and sit up on the headrest."

She did as I asked, and I positioned myself so that I was sitting on my knees on the edge of her seat. She scooted back, and extended her left leg.

"Look, the burn's not even that bad," I told her. It was true; while her leg was a little browner than it had been when we left, you could hardly call it red. I put a small amount of sunscreen in my left palm and rubbed it on her knee; she gasped, and I pulled back. "What's wrong? Is it hot?"

"No...it's kinda cold." I started rubbing the sunscreen in, and she bit her lip. I put some on my other hand, and rubbed it onto her right knee. She bit harder, then started looking around us, seemingly checking to make sure we really were alone in the middle of the desert. "Could you maybe go a little higher?"

I could hear the unspoken desire in her voice; if she was trying to hide it, she was a bad actress. I decided to be coy, very slowly working my up to her thighs. She gasped when I hit a spot she liked, and I immediately moved away from it. She especially seemed to enjoy when I rubbed the insides of her thighs, so I deliberately made slow, long circles along the outside, occasionally flirting with the inside but never actually going there.

This was driving her wild, I could tell; the teasing was getting her revved up, but at the same time she was frustrated that I wasn't doing more. I moved back down, and she actually let out a disappointed sigh. I feigned ignorance.

"Is something wrong, dear?"

To her credit, she tried to keep up the illusion a bit longer. "There's one spot, right here," she touched her inner thigh, just below where her shorts ended, "That's really bugging me. You think you could rub some sunscreen on it?"

Without warning, I pounced on her. She yelped in surprise, but I silenced her with a kiss. Just as she started kissing me back, I broke it. She looked confused; I grinned. "Now, really...is that the spot? Are you sure there isn't some other spot you might want me to pay more attention to?" I started kissing her neck, trying to coerce the answer out of her.

"Well...maybe..."

I chuckled, satisfied, and slowly started working my way down. I'm usually not one for foreplay, but Kat had a body that just begged to be explored. Unfortunately, we didn't have all the time in the world, so I made my journey brief. Once I was done with her neck, I made my way down through her cleavage, being sure to stop and give each breast a quick lick before moving on. I paid a little more attention to her midriff, kissing ever-shrinking circles around her bully button. When I finally got there, I lapped at it like a bowl, then did it twice more when she gave a particularly pleasing little giggle.

As my hands started working on getting her shorts off, I reacquainted myself with her thighs. Not wanting to get too much sunscreen on my tongue, I kept it to kisses, but it was enough to get a few nice gasps out of Katharine as I picked my spots at random. Once I managed to pull off her shorts, I slid them down her legs and held them up for her to see.

"Now, what should I do with these?" I appeared to be deep in thought, mulling over places to throw them, places that would be very fun to watch her track them down from. With my head turned away, I didn't see her reaching, and was surprised to feel the shorts yanked right out of my hand.

"Give me those," she scolded. "Enough bullshit. Enough teasing. Eat me." She had never looked so serious, or so intimidating. My playful mood was immediately squashed, but my cock gave a pleasant little leap in my jeans as the dynamic shifted. I tugged her white panties down to her knees, and leaned down to get to work. She spread her legs a bit, giving me more room to operate. I licked slow, meandering circles over her lips, still trying to tease her even as she took control.

Kat was having none of it. With both hands, she took my head and pressed it against her pussy. "I said 'eat me,' not 'lick me for an hour like I'm a fucking Tootsie pop!'" I nodded, and started licking her. I wasted no time, heading right for her clit, my tongue dancing all over it. She moaned, and my hands started to rub her thighs as I licked.

"Fuuuck...yeah, that's it!" She rocked herself from side to side, working it so that she could wrap her legs around me. I redoubled my efforts, tongue skipping and jumping over and around her clit, her pussy growing wetter and wetter as I did. Her moans, once long and low-pitched, were turning to quick gasps and cries. It was clear to me that she was going to cum soon, so I did the only thing I could imagine: I slowed down.

This did not sit well with her. "What...what are you doing?" She gasped. I didn't answer, instead lapping at her cunt with long, slow licks, my tongue straying further and further away from her clit. She wrapped her legs tight around me, pressing my head into her pussy, almost like she would try to suffocate me if I didn't bring her off fast. "God damnit, Nick, I was so close!"

I managed to pull my head up. "I know, but I'm not done yet, so I slowed down." She stared at me, dumbfounded; I just smirked and went back to work. I switched it up on her, now, wrapping my lips around her clit and giving it a long, gentle suck. I followed this with two quick, hard sucks, then another long one.

"Oh, fuuuuuck...oh! Oh, God!" She bit her lip to contain her cries of pleasure, maybe out of fear that someone would hear. Who, I have no idea; the desert was as deserted as it had always been. Still, she did bite her lip, and so I was deprived of the majority of her moans and cries.

Still, I pressed onward. This time, I slid my tongue into her pussy and licked her g-spot, then quickly wrapped my lips around her clit and gave it a hard suck. I was so pleased by my results here that I repeated the trick a few times, using different speeds and intensities as the mood struck me. I felt her building towards her climax again, and this time I decided to let it come.

Kat groaned as I sucked on her clit, then gasped and moaned as my tongue attacked in full force. "Nick...I'm gonna...ohhhhhh, Godddd...oh God, oh God, of FUUUUCK I'M CUMMING!!!"

Her hips bucked against my face as she came, hot cream pouring from her pussy. It was too much, I'm afraid, for me to lick it all up at once, but I did my level best and stayed behind when she was done, licking up every sweet drop I could get my tongue on. Once I was satisfied that there was nothing left, and I had had my fill of licking her just for the heck of it, I lifted my head, wondering how I was going to go about getting my satisfaction.

Unfortunately, that was not in the cards. Once I moved out of the way, she started gathering herself, pulling up her panties and putting her shorts back on. I could tell that it wasn't going to happen, but I still had to open my mouth to ask. She cut me off before I could even start,

"Sweetie, I know this is terrible of me, but I can't give it back right now. I'll make it up to you, I promise, but...not now." She seemed almost as disappointed as I was; if she was lying here, she was a really good actress. I couldn't hide my disappointment, but I nodded and got out of the car.

"It's okay," I said as I walked around, getting back in the driver's seat and starting the car. She kissed me on the cheek.

"Thank you."

I started driving again, determined to make it to LA by sundown. Katharine held close to me as we drove, and after a while she drifted back off to sleep, her head resting on my shoulder as I drove through the desert.

* * *

Despite the fact that I had never even heard of her until shortly before she was riding me, Katharine was fairly famous. And, like most fairly famous people, she had a fair amount of money, which she spent on a fairly large piece of real estate in a fairly nice neighborhood.

It was well past midnight by the time we got to it, though, so I wasn't really in the mood to explore. I caught sight of a pool, and something that might have been a tennis court, but my main objective once all of the bags were in was to get to the bedroom before I collapsed. Katharine had beaten me there, and by the time I got in she was already sound asleep. I stripped down to my boxers, carefully got in next to her and kissed her on the cheek before turning over and promptly falling asleep.

* * *

Had to go meet w/ agent about next album.

Back ASAP.

Kat

I was disappointed that I wouldn't get the grand tour from the lady herself, but I quickly got over it; Katharine was busy, what with being famous and all, so I couldn't have her all to myself. I couldn't find my clothes in the bedroom, but there was a black bathrobe (men's, thank God), so I took that instead as I went to look for a bathroom.

I didn't have much trouble finding one, and I decided to indulge myself in a long, hot shower. It wasn't long after I got in, though, that there was a knock on the door.

"Um...yeah?"

"Oh, it is you, monsieur," The voice outside the door was female, with a very appealing French accent, "I am Miss McPhee's maid, Caroline. Miss McPhee told me that she had company. Did you find the bathrobe I left out for you, monsieur?"

"Uh, yeah...I take it you were responsible for my clothes disappearing, too."

"Oh, oui...I put them in the laundry. I hope that is alright. Miss McPhee asked me to tell you that she is very sorry she had to leave so early this morning."

"I know...I got her note."

"Very good, monsieur...I will leave you to your shower. If you need anything, I will be working around the house."

"Alright, thanks." Although I hadn't really looked, I hadn't seen any sign that Katharine shared her house with anyone; I wondered how often this maid of hers came to visit.

After I finished my shower, I slipped back into the robe and padded through the house, looking for Caroline or anything that looked like a laundry room. I had noticed that Kat had mostly hardwood floors, and this proved to my advantage as I heard the clicking of high heels in the next room. I walked in, a question on my lips, but it was quickly abandoned in favor of wordless shock as I saw her.

"Hello, monsieur...did you enjoy your shower?" She was looking right at me, that devilish smirk on her gorgeous face. Her uniform was incredible; black, white trim, cleavage pouring out as she was bent over, dusting a lamp. She turned, and reached up to get a cobweb in the corner of the ceiling. As she did, her skirt rode up, and I caught a glimpse of her garter clasps and what looked to be black satin panties. My eyes trailed downward, following the seam in her black stockings down to the well-polished pumps she wore; together, they made her legs seem even longer and more heavenly than they normally did.

"Yes, Kath-"

"Caroline." She did not turn away from the corner, but I could hear something in her voice that told me it was very important to her that I call her by her "correct" name. I walked up behind her, running the fingers of my right hand through her hair, brushing them up against her black choker.

"Caroline."

To my surprise, she walked away from me, continuing to dust. I followed. It was maddening; she would let me get so close, then she would break off, forcing me to chase again. I thought she was finally going to let me win when she headed to the bedroom, but she just straightened the bed a little before continuing her chores. I followed her through the house some more, and she eventually made her way to the laundry room, where I decided that it was time to move on to the next phase of the game.

The laundry room was narrow, but deep; the washer and dryer were placed against the left wall, and there was only enough space between them and the right wall for a single-file line. Since I had followed Katharine in, she would have had to get around me to get back out, something I didn't intend to let happen.

I took Katharine by the shoulders, spun her around, and kissed her. She moaned into my mouth, and our tongues briefly met, but then she pushed me away.

"Monsieur!" She exclaimed, a look of shock on her face. "What are you doing?!"