Page 67 of Poison

I hummed in response, bobbing my head up and down. I couldn't let the blowjob last too long. Not only would Hobbs miss me, but Beau couldn't cum just yet. The camera had to catch everything.I should have stashed it in a different location.

"I need it inside of me." I gave Beau a shove, forcing him to lay back on the bed. Covertly, I glanced over my shoulder before crawling over him to grab the small bottle of lube.Normally, I would put some in my hand and warm it up before applying it to a cock, but I wanted to see Beau jump. As I drizzled some onto his thick member, he hissed and stiffened, but that was about it. With a few strokes, it was good and slick. I climbed on top and guided the shaft into my hole, sliding all the way down with a moan. Beau was a big boy. I might have enjoyed the hell out of the sex under any other circumstances.

From the look on his face, Beau wasn't going to last long, and I wanted to get footage of several positions before the session was all done. There couldn't be a dispute on whether or not we actually had sex.

"I want you to fuck me from behind!" I whined, sliding off his throbbing cock.

He huffed in agreement as I turned sideways on the bed, making sure the camera could see everything. This would be the best angle to prove we weren't just dry-humping.

"I like this." He gripped my hips tightly. "I like to watch that little hole stretch for me."

Beau took his time, most likely watching my body swallow every single inch he was giving me. When he was fully sheathed, I let out a moan. "Oh yeah, baby! Fuck me!" He picked up his pace, moving so quick that my breath caught in my throat, and my eyes rolled back into my head. Why did he have to be such a good fuck?

"I'm not going to last."

"Okay, stop. Sit down on the edge of the bed," I panted.

My body tingled as he slid out of me. On shaky legs, I turned my back to him and positioned my knees on either side of his body. I lifted myself up, then allowed his cock to slide back in on a downward stroke. Using my leg power to move up and down, I kept up a fast pace, all the while keeping my eyes on the camera and stroking myself at the same time. The worst part was that the moans I was letting out were real. It wasn't very often I had sex with a client and actually enjoyed it. Maybe it was because I liked Beau as a person. That thought almost made me stop, but I powered through it. Eventually, heat rose in my core, and my brain snapped. I couldn't think of anything as cum drizzled down my shaft and onto my hand. Beau let out a loud groan as well, and when I got up, I could feel his seed seeping from me.

Once my brain was working properly again, I stood up straight. I needed to rip the bandage off and get this over with. Swiftly, I went to the table and pulled out the glocam, rewinding the video and hitting play before returning to Beau. "We got some good angles here," I chirped.

His eyes were wide, and he reached for the device, but I yanked it back and took a few steps away to remain out of his reach. "What the fuck is that?"

"This is insurance that you will help me."

"You aren't allowed to record!"

"I'm not allowed to record paying customers. You got this ass for free." He stood up, and I jumped away. "You hurt me, and this goes straight to Lucien, as well as every social media platform I can think of."

The look of utter betrayal on his face frankly... hurt. I hated doing this to him. "Why are you doing this to me?" His voice cracked as if he wanted to cry.

Swallowing hard, I admitted honestly, "Because I need your help, Beau. And I didn't trust you would give it to me if I didn't have this." I held up the device. "Trust me, I don't want to send this video anywhere. The last thing I want is for Lucien to be able to dump you and get half of everything you own." That's exactly what would happen. It was a law in Sin City that if a partner is caught in the act of infidelity, the spouse automatically gets half of everything, even if a prenup was signed.

"Why wouldn't you just ask?"

"Because you're in business with Hobbs. What I have to say is going to ruin him. It'll most likely get him tossed off thewall. You risk losing a huge investment. Why would you risk that for me?"

His face softened. "I told you I could get you away from him."

"For what? For me to run away with a bartender from Lowervill?" Once again, Beau looked hurt, and I sadly shook my head. "I'm in love with someone. He's not rich. I'd lose everything I'm used to, but he treats me well. He treats me like a person instead of an object. He loves Isaac, not Starburst." I chuckled softly. "I bet you didn't even know my real name." He remained quiet, which confirmed my suspicions.

"Then what do you need from me, Star… Isaac?"

"You know how I said I would be free in a few years?" He nodded. "I lied. According to my friend Alex, I was supposed to be free a few years ago. If that's true, Trevor Hobbs has been keeping me as his slave."

Beau leaned forward, and I could tell he was listening intently. "You have proof of this?"

"I do. But there's something else." I swallowed hard, trying to keep the tears from falling. "I believe he also killed my friend."

His lips formed a perfect O of surprise. "Who?"

"Alex Freeman. The man who used to own Hell's Gate."

"And you have evidence?"

I shook my head. "No. But I can get it. I can get him to confess. I know I can. All I need is to be wired up and I'll get him to sing."

"Why would he ever confess to you?"

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