Page 19 of Cruel Dreams

Silently, I lean against the doorjamb and peer around the corner, hoping my angle gives Mel a clear shot of the bed. She needs to find a good still of them, but right now Nathalie faces me.

He doesn’t answer and she continues, “There’s no way I can keep doing this after I’m married. And I won’t need to, no matter how much you pay or how good your cock feels. Zane’s good in bed, too.”

I bite my lip and try to ignore what she says.

Huxley reaches his chubby fingers inside her dress and kneads her breast. “Black will have to set me up with a new bitch,” he says, “but no one has pussy like you, Nat. It’s why Maddox wants you, you know. He wants your fine cunt all to himself.”

Nathalie’s still turned toward me, and Huxley’s in profile. The shots I’m getting now won’t work, but then he drops to his knees and smooths his hand up her thigh.

“How wet are you, baby?” he asks.

“Find out, honey,” she says, widening her legs.

Huxley shoves his fingers inside her, and she moans. I want to call out and tell him to stop—it shouldn’t have gotten this far. Zane promised she wouldn’t have to let him touch her, and he’s fingering her.

“Ah, Rachel.”

Rachel?Maybe it’s some kind of role-playing game. I like sex, I love sex, but I enjoy it more when it means something to me and the man who’s making love to me. I close my eyes and slightly shake my head. What am I thinking? I’ve only had two sexual partners in my life and one of them is Zane. Lieswhispered in a bed sound exactly the same as promises, and I’ve believed my share.

“Daddy,” Nathalie whimpers.

Yuck.

Suddenly she says, “Let’s have a drink,” and steps away.

“You’re such a tease, Rachel.”

“I know. You like it.”

Huxley unknots his tie and unbuttons his white dress shirt. He’s wearing a wife beater tank underneath, and the material stretches over his belly. He leaves his shirt hanging open and rolls his sleeves up to his elbows. His boner pokes under his pants, but in the dim light, the camera won’t pick it up. It doesn’t matter. I have enough. When Huxley went down on his knees, that was a gift from God. It’s clear he was fingering her, and it’s clear the woman from the shoulders down isn’t his wife.

Nathalie pulls a bottle of Zane’s scotch and two plastic cups out of her bag. “I stole it out of Zane’s bar. You can have a drink on him.”

“The son of a bitch always knew a good single malt. Got that from his dad. Too bad he didn’t inherit his old man’s smarts too,” Huxley says, reaching for the cup.

“He’s done okay for himself.” Nathalie sits on the bed like a little girl, her knees bent, her feet flanking her ass. It looks uncomfortable, but she doesn’t seem to mind the awkward position.

“Pfft.He never would’ve been able to do it alone. That British asshole did most of the work. Now, Ashton Black, he’s got the smarts and the balls. He’ll have no trouble running Black Enterprises after Clayton kicks the bucket.”

“Clayton’s legit, isn’t he?” she asks, leading Huxley on. She knows Clayton Black is anything but honest. “Ash has fun playing on the illegal side of things, that’s why he took over the escort service.”

Huxley sips. “Fuck. Clayton’s as dirty as they come. He was busy frying bigger fish and he handed it over the second Ash was old enough to run it. Clayton’s been cheating people for years using those foundations as a front. They launder his money, too. There’s nothing legitimate about Clayton Black, and his son is the same way. He made sure of it.”

She tilts her head exuding little-girl innocence. “Why does Clayton need to launder money?”

“He’s neck deep in some very nasty shit, but that’s above my pay grade, doll, and definitely above yours. I think it’s time you take off your clothes.”

“Now, Daddy,” Nathalie whines. “How about you strip first this time?”

“I will if you fill up my cup. That prick has good taste. I’m fucking his beautiful fiancée, might as well drink his booze, too.”

Nathalie pours more into the plastic cup, and he knocks it back.

I’m starting to get jittery, and I’m ready to leave. I don’t want to watch the sleazebag strip, but Nathalie pushes his shirt off his thick shoulders and he pulls his wife beater over his head. She kneels and goes to work on his belt buckle and the zipper of his pants. This would be another good shot for Mel to pick out of the video. Nathalie’s back is to me, and arousal flushes Huxley’s face an unflattering shade of red.

“What are you going to do to me, Daddy?” Nathalie whimpers, peering up at him.

Huxley kicks his pants across the floor and tugs his white briefs down his thighs. His penis protrudes from beneath his stomach like a turtle’s head from its shell. “I’m going to shove my dick into your tight little cunt,” he says, grabbing a fistful of Nathalie’s wig and yanking her to her feet.

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