God what a night. Renee Hawkins squinted into the darkness and tried to ignore the heavy gusts of wind that rocked her compact car.
The weather was an eerie backdrop for what she was about to do--crash a party thrown by a pirate and steal a priceless brooch right out from under his nose.
Okay, he wasn't a pirate. He was a reclusive software designer. But he was the descendant of a pirate, and no less intimidating. Not that she'd know first hand, she'd never even met him.
All she knew of Devon Murray was what she'd learned from the papers and magazine articles. And they barely scratched the surface of the infamous, mysterious man who evoked so much gossip. He didn't allow himself to be photographed so she had no idea what he looked like. Devon was a man who obviously valued his privacy.
That is what made tonight the perfect opportunity. The person who tipped her off to the party told her to dress sexy. She felt like a vamp in her sleazy outfit and dark makeup. But that wasn't a bad thing. It was exactly what she needed to be to blend in with the other guests. This was going to be a breeze. If she told herself that often enough, hopefully she'd start believing it.
Her hands tightened to a death grip on the steering wheel as sweat trickled between her breasts.
She turned onto the road that led to Devon Murray's property, anxiety clawing at her stomach as the canopy of trees snuffed out the moonlight. The road was private and went on for a few miles, before it emerged out of the trees and into a clearing.
The Murray estate was massive. Located on acres of land, the house itself large and Tudor in style, and probably over a hundred years old.
Renee wasn't surprised to see a valet as she pulled up to the house. She turned into the circular drive, stopped, and climbed out of her car.
She handed her key to the valet and watched as he got in to her car and drove off. She took a deep breath before turning to look at the house.
Getting onto the estate hadn't been a problem. Getting through the door would be. Then again she'd come prepared for this next part.
Renee followed another couple as they strode briskly up to the huge oak front door. She fidgeted with the black rose in her hand--the unconventional invitation. Her stomach flipped as she spotted a large blond man in a tuxedo standing guard at the door. Was he a butler? Or a bouncer?
The woman in the couple in front of her was a tall redhead in a slinky dress and the man looked distinguished in his well-tailored suit.
The man handed their black rose to the bouncer who gave it a thorough inspection.
Renee bit her lip in nervous anticipation. With a bit of luck her knockoff version would pass his close scrutiny, but she was starting to wonder.
The bouncer placed the couple's rose invitation with others in a large crystal vase on a table just inside the foyer. "Please step inside the foyer so you may be prepared," the bouncer told the couple.
"Mmm, I've heard about this." The woman cooed as she stepped forward.
After the couple stepped inside, the bouncer followed, leaving the door slightly ajar. Curious as to just what the 'preparation' entailed, Renee edged forward to peak through the crack into the foyer.
The woman stood against the wall, her back to the bouncer standing in an intimate proximity behind her. Her date was in a similar position, but instead of a male bouncer, a woman in black leather had come up behind him.
The bouncer slid his hands around the front of the woman, and into the V of her dress.
Renee's mouth parted in a silent gasp as the bouncer pulled the woman's breasts free from her sexy red dress. He covered her small pale breasts with his massive hands and began rubbing his palms across her nipples.
Renee tried to stifle her shocked groan as all questions about what 'preparation' meant were answered. Her nipples hardened in response to the stimulating sight, and a sudden, persistent, throbbing started between her legs.
She watched as the bouncer lowered one hand to the woman's thigh, and then up and under her dress. A moment later the woman surrendered a long, throaty moan.
Renee pulled away from the door and closed her eyes, trying to shut out the stimulating image. But the damage was done. Her panties were already moist.
What kind of party was this?
A moment later the door opened and the bouncer appeared. The smile on his face was one of anticipation as he approached her.
Inside the house another man scanned the surveillance monitors showing different areas of the house and property. Satisfied that everything seemed under control, he was about to turn away when he noticed the woman standing in the doorway on the front porch.
"Well, hello, sweetheart," he murmured. "You don't belong here, do you?"
The woman had made a fine effort to fit in, with her modern corset, short, tight skirt, and high stilettos. But her demeanor screamed uptight. She stood motionless watching Kurt, the Pleasure Greeter currently on duty.
She was incredibly sexy, with a voluptuous body that reminded him of a 1950's playmate. Her shiny, black hair fell in a straight curtain down her back. And her milky white tits seemed ready to pop out of her revealing corset. He wondered what color her nipples were and how they would feel in his mouth.
His cock stiffened. And just from looking her, he mused. Now that was something that hadn't happened in a while.
While gazing at the alluring woman in the entryway--her arms now folded across those glorious tits--he decided to go and relieve Kurt of his duties for a while.
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When her doggy daycare business is threatened with foreclosure, Renee is at a loss of how to raise the money. Then she remembers something from a diary that has been passed down through her family for generations. With renewed hope and a slightly crazy plan, Renee decides to crash a party thrown by the descendant of a pirate. She intends to steal back a brooch taken from her ancestor centuries ago. But what she doesn't realize is that it's a sex party, and Devon Murray is as notorious as his pirate ancestor. WARNING: This title contains explicit language and graphic sexual situations.
