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Viper

I should be infuriated that, yet again, Dele has put herself in the middle of danger. There are a million possible things that can go wrong for a woman as beautiful as her in a place like this. No matter what her skillset is.

Yet, I can’t help but return a smirk back to her. Suddenly, I find myself much more excited for the rest of the rest of the night and this weekend. I don’t know what she’s doing here. Probably trying to get something from someone. But whatever it is, she’s certainly going to make time to pay a visit to my suite.

I turn my gaze away from her as she begins to saunter back out the room. In the process, I catch Revnor looking between us and a look crosses his face. One that makes me think he wants to lift his hand up and run it down his face in exasperation just like he used to when he witnessed me and Dele do something outrageous together.

I frown. If anyone here could recognize Dele, he would. Has he recognized her? If he does, does he plan to do anything about it? It’s something to consider later. He can’t do anything about it right now. We had to leave our phones and electronic devices in the cars. But I make a mental note to deal with him if I have to later. Hopefully he’ll cooperate. I plan for him to be a valuable asset during my takeover.

Suddenly feeling more invigorated and less forced about this, I take the female caterer whose been running her hand up and down my chest into my lap.

I run a hand absently up and down her thigh, waiting for Dele to reenter the room. When she does, I make sure she’s looking at me. She may be acting like she’s not. But she is. Then, I slide my hand right to the pussy of the caterer in my lap. I push aside her skirt and panties so that anyone looking has a full view of her pussy. The woman, whatever her name is since I forgot it as soon as she told it to me, isn’t bothered by it. Instead, like I know she’s trained to, she goes with it. Begins to moan some as I run my finger between her pussy lips. Up and down. Slowly. Every now and then focusing on her clit.

In and out the room Dele walks as the night continues on. Helping to make sure the guests want for nothing even as they begin to demand more and more. More alcohol. More drugs. More food.

Through it all, she continues to act like she’s not paying attention.

But I can tell she’s distracted. She wants me to play her game. Whatever game and part she’s playing for whatever it is she wants. She wants me to call her over to me. To discard the woman in my lap and do to her what I’m doing to this woman instead. And then I see the fury in her eyes when I don’t. The jealousy. And I wonder how much restraint it’s taking her not to walk over and wrench this woman out my lap. How much restraint it’s taking her not to kill the woman where she sits for the sin of me touching her. Consequences be damned.

Every time Dele comes and goes from the room, her eyes become more and more infuriated, but none so infuriated as when she walks in and sees that the caterer is now fully naked in my lap with two of my fingers inserted up her pussy, thrusting lightly back and forth.

She’s so infuriated, her attention is solely focused on me and not the person she’s supposed to be serving.

Jason Travis.

She stumbles some over Travis’s feet.

Athletic and balanced as ever, she manages to make sure she doesn’t fall.

The same can’t be said for the drinks she’s carrying. They tumble forward, spilling all over Travis.

“Sorry, sir,” she blurts out upon realizing what she’s done. Certainly not sorry for spilling drinks on him. But sorry because even such a small mistake as this can cost her whatever she’s here for.

Harp, who was busy being fed by three naked caterers, immediately looks at Dele with a stony expression. His words aren’t directed at her, though. Not at first anyway.

“My apologies, Mr. Travis.” The next part is directed at her. “I assure you that she’ll be punished for this gross faux pas.”

Nothing Dele can’t handle, I’m sure. If she’ll even have to handle it. She may be long gone before anything gets done about it.

Dele nods with feigned demureness and starts to leave only for one of the million things that could go wrong for a beautiful woman like her in a place like this to go wrong.

“Why wait for her to be punished when she can be punished right here?” Travis asks. Then he smiles. Something depraved and wicked even for me. “I’m sure someone here would be willing to come up with something sufficiently… humiliating. Besides. These things are always more memorable when there’s an audience.”

Well. Would you look at that? Travis is both gay and a sadist. Who would have known? I would have thought a man like him wouldn’t be into unnecessary acts of cruelty, humiliation and punishment. If only the reason for finding that out wasn’t because he was suggesting someone do it to Dele.

Fuck.

Before I can stop myself, I say, “Don’t be too angry at her, Travis. She was just so distracted by me. She can’t be blamed for knowing greatness when she sees it.”

Dele doesn’t even both to hide her scoff and the roll of her eyes. I expect Travis to do the same and for that to be that. But instead his expression becomes more depraved.

“Then maybe,” he says without taking his eyes off Dele, “you should be the one to dish out that humiliation?”

Fucking, fuck.

Travis isn’t going to back down from this. The look on Dele’s face, the way she’s gone slightly pale at the idea of this, tells me that she knows it too. Sure, we could both probably fight and kill our way out of here without a scratch if we needed to. But that would fuck up everything. My plans to blackmail Travis and whatever the hell she’s here for.

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