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onto the carpet, his face twisted in agony, and more come running down
her hand and the shaft of his cock.
    The sordid bitch! She’ll be coming in through the door at any
moment, he tells himself, as he feels his cock stiffening. She’s gonna come in
and have her fill again. The thought of it makes him as hard as hell, yet
nervous at the same time.
    “Hello?” he says. “Hello? Are you there?”
    Nothing.
    He shouts again, louder. Still nothing.
    He lies there, breathing a little heavily, his heartbeat heavy in
his chest. Over on the laptop he’s now kneeling in front of her, sucking her
tits. She’s got her eyes closed as he works on them gently.
    “Carol? Yo, Carol! ”
    He pauses, waits for any sign of life, the sound of a door,
footsteps, anything.
    “I get it, OK! I’m ready, for christsake, I’m ready for you!
Let’s do it!”
    Nothing.
    There’s just the sound of the two of them on the hotel bed, the
faint click of saliva as he sucks her nipples, and her light, fluttering
breaths as she coos and sighs in appreciation.
    Then he remembers the little red light high up on the wall opposite.
He struggles to make it out, but after a while he thinks he sees a video
camera.
    “Hey, you!” he says, looking right at the source of the red light.
“Stop your games and get in here.” He looks down, sees his erection start to
fade slightly. “Now, baby. I’m ready for you, I’m...”
    Not a sound.
    He twists his head. Smells the ancient dust in the air.
    There’s something wrong.
    He listens hard, trying to block out the sound of the video. There’s
nothing. No traffic noise, no dogs barking in the distance, nothing. All he has
for company is the video of the two of them screwing. His best pickup ever.
    The bastard! She’s trying to scare him, he tells himself. Must be a
turn-on for her...
    He struggles to stay calm, looking at the laptop and watching as he
lies on his back and she straddles him. His hands grip her butt cheeks hard,
pulling them apart to reveal her soft, glorious pussy, glistening with juice.
    His penis is hard again now. He can’t help it. He watches, desperate
to jack off, twisting in his restraints, knowing that there’s no way he can get
an arm loose.
    His erection is aching as he stares at the screen, watching himself
lapping her fantastic sex, his fingers digging deep into her butt cheeks...
    And she’s watching me, he tells himself, glancing from time to time
at the tiny red light high on the wall. Damn it! She’s watching as I lie here
in helpless agony. And she’s enjoying every second of it!
     
    But he is wrong. She will never see him again. At this precise
moment she is walking through the sliding doors of yet another airport, her job
done.
    Several million others, though, would see him. Because the footage
from that camera was being streamed live into BAD-DADDY-PICKUP.COM. People
across the globe would witness the events in that abandoned shack in the
Arizona desert.
    They would watch, mesmerized, confused and horrified, staring at
their screens, unable to look away, the pickup master writhing in agony and
fear. But also in ecstasy. Because it had been, without a doubt, his best
pickup ever.
    It would also be Bad Daddy’s last post.

Chapter Four
    They said good-bye
at Phoenix Airport.
    “Anywhere nice?” the Cardinal asked, already looking around, keen to
be off.
    “Not sure, might go to Europe for a while,” she said.
    “Venice is nice this time of year.”
    Carol smiled. He was right. She’d spent enough time in Venice to
know when to go and when there were just too many tourists and too much rain.
    “Well, I’ll be in touch,” he said.
    A brief nod and he was off in the direction of the British Airways
lounge.
    She looked down. In her hand was a ticket to New York. A few days in
the Big Apple?
    No, she didn’t feel like it. Not the place to relax. There’s a
certain mind-set that you need to really enjoy New York. It’s a combination of
childlike enthusiasm