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thought the woman wanted to kiss Mystery, but instead she wanted to kiss her. Nadine was wearing a mask, she thought why not.  Within minutes, the woman had straddled her while Mystery’s hands were back under her dress. Mr. Toe Sucker was excited and salivating all over her foot and the whole room stopped to watch.
                  This had to be the horniest man she ever met because in minutes he had pushed her back on the seat and his face was buried in her again. Nadine braced herself for his entry, but instead he was inside the blonde that was on top of her.  The woman’s breast bounced against hers as Mystery pounded into her with a harshness that caused the woman to find her release after only a few strokes. Uncertain of how the next positions were maneuvered into, but Mystery was on the bottom, Nadine was astride his face and the blond woman had a mouth full of her date, who quickly found his third release of the night.  What was this man made out of, and how in the world did he refuel so fast?
                  In the limo she sat in the corner of the seat and just watched him. It was just after one when they arrived back at the hotel.  “Beauty,” he said to her, “it is our last night together, stay with me?”
                  She touched his chin, “I fear if I do, I may not be able to walk in the morning.” She kissed his cheek and began to walk towards the south towers where her room was located.  Before she had gotten too far, he touched her arm.  “It is the smell of you that is driving me almost insane. It is intoxicating to a point that it spurs on a primal side of me to want to mate.” She turned and he scooped her into his arms and carried her towards the elevator to his room.  “One more hour before I let you go, grant me that, Beauty.” She said nothing as the elevators doors opened and she pressed the button to his floor. “I can’t seem to get my fill of you,” he told her as he carried her into his room and removed her dress with very little care.
    His hour turned into two and he was gentle with her as they said their goodbyes.  At four a .m., once again, she made her way back to her bed.
     
     
     
     
Chapter Seven
     
    T he plane ride back to Los Angeles was uneventful.  She was sore, tired and felt as if she had been rode hard and put away wet.  A chuckle was let go in the back of her throat when she realized in essence, she had been. Those were two nights in Vegas she would never forget, but now it was back to business.
                  She let herself into her apartment in Noho and unpacked and washed her things.  Although she had left with six pairs of underwear, she only returned with two.  Nadine knew the Toe Sucker had stolen her pair from the settee in the couple’s room, the others, well, maybe they had been left in his room. 
                  In so many ways she was proud of herself, not for being a whore of course, but for letting go.  There had been no rationalization, no over thinking, no wads of extraneous conversation with him about her goals and dreams.  The past two nights had been about her and a man enjoying each other.  She still didn’t know his name and outside of the photo she had emailed to herself, there was no evidence of her indiscretion. She checked the answering machine.
                  She still had a job on Monday and Mr. Deasley was looking forward to seeing her back in the office, there was much to get done.  Another call was from her insurance agent that her car had been repaired and the insurance company had mailed her a check.  There was a call from the Santa Monica police department informing her that the charges against her had been dropped and the little old lady had been found to be under the influence.
                  The cute doctor from the hospital had called to check on her, and said he would love to have her come back in for a follow up.  He