Vegas Sins: Part Three

Dahlia wakes naked, clothes gone, room stripped bare. The door slams into a wall where a hallway should be. No way out. A note from Syren waits on the table: look presentable. Cassidy knocks, business partner, cold eyes. Dahlia drops to her knees, begs for mercy, begs her not to phone Syren. Cassidy answers by hiking her skirt and spreading. Tongue or trouble—pick. A lap dance buys time, hips grinding slow against Cassidy’s thigh. Heat builds anyway. Cassidy’s fingers slip in hard, knuckles deep, filthy talk hot against Dahlia’s ear. Dahlia moans, thighs shaking. Cassidy licks her own slick fingers clean and dives back between those legs, tongue working until Dahlia breaks open with a gush and a cry. Cassidy spins, drops her bare cunt onto Dahlia’s face. Dahlia licks frantic, nose buried, while Cassidy rides her mouth, cursing every slick pass of that tongue. They twist, turn, trade orgasm for orgasm, sweat streaking their bodies until the last aftershock fades. When Cassidy finally leaves, Dahlia scrambles for the phone. Reena’s flight landed an hour ago. She’s on her way. Whether she’ll pull Dahlia out or push her deeper depends on how much mercy Reena’s still carrying.