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Date Posted: 23:15:55 07/10/05 Sun
Author: Yarvarni
Subject: here goes
In reply to: Yarvarni......no I'm not dead 's message, "An extra player NC 17" on 23:14:15 07/10/05 Sun

Thought I would give you all a little snippet, the muse is reluctantly helping me get over my writers funk. I will be out of pocket for a while I am having a hysterectomy tomorrow and will hopefully be home by Thursday.

Here is my latest (not really greatest) installment of the Games series....


Sara shook her head as she watched all the beautiful people file around the art museum. She was making a bit of extra money playing security for New York’s most eligible bachelor. He had yet to put in an appearance and knowing Ian Nottingham, he was hiding until the last possible minute.

Sara began snickering when he made his entrance surrounded by a bevy of New York’s finest single debutantes. Ian looked miserable. One particular girl, had latched onto his arm and Sara could swear his hand was turning blue from lack of circulation. Ian was desperately trying to mingle with the other patrons, remove himself from her octopus like appendages, and look at the new Picasso sketches he had recently purchased. This was his first chance to see them displayed. Luckily a wine steward walked by and distracted his cling-on long enough for him to make good his escape. And as usual his path led him straight to her.

He held up his hands before she could say a word. “Dear God, Sara I will give you anything in my power if you play my girlfriend tonight.”

“Sorry, Ian, I’m on duty. Protect and serve, that sort of thing I don’t take lightly.” He had tried this tactic on her before and it never worked.

“Sara, you are a fucking rent-a-cop for the night and that she vulture is trying to hook her talons in me. I need your help. Doesn’t that fall under protect and serve?” His golden eyes searched hers desperate for some sort of sign.

The very fact that the word fucking came out of Ian Nottingham’s mouth sealed the deal for her. “Anything I want?”

He released a great sigh, “anything.”

“Hmmm....A very tempting offer, you are very very rich and powerful.” She began circling him, “and you do know how to wear an Armani well.” Her eyes rested on his seamless posterior and a wicked thought entered her dirty mind. “The vulture is on her way over here, they are known for their heighten abilities of sight you know.”

“What is it with you and Vicki Po and late night Discovery channel?” Ian asked in disgust.

“If you are going commando under that Armani, I will save you. If not, then the vulture has one more barrier to cross before her eyes hits the prize.”

“I am going commando. I usually do, you know that.”

“I can’t just take your word for it and you can’t leave my sight because I don’t quite trust you not to drop trow and evacuate your underwear.”

“So, we are at an impasse?”

“Turn around and back up flush against me, no one will see.”

Ian wasn’t so sure about her plan or what type of surprise Sara had in order, knowing her she could either cop a feel or drop a cube of ice down his pants. But the vulture hovered ever closer. He backed against her. She immediately slipped her hands under his jacked and over the waistband of his pants. She soon found out he was telling the truth when her hands met hot supple muscle. She reached in a little further and grabbed his balls in her hand and began kneading them back and forth. Ian gasped nearly losing his balance, “Jesus, Sara.”

“Oh, there you are silly, I thought I’d lost you in all these people.” The blonde vulturess had a high pitched nasally voice that immediately grated on Sara’s nerves and she had no doubt in her mind that had she not had a firm hold on Ian’s testicles they would now be somewhere in his abdomen.

“Carlylse, this is Sara, my date for the evening. Carlylse, Sara.”

Carlysle looked less than pleased at the woman standing behind her intended prey, but she civilly held out a hand, “nice to meet you, Sara.”

“Sara doesn’t shake hands, she has a thing about germs. Please don’t take offense.”

Sara giggled into Ian’s back pretending to be embarrassed by her germ-a-phobia.

“Well, Ian thank you for escorting me around earlier it was quite nice of you. You do have my number if you ever need an escort and Sara is unavailable?”

“I believe you left it with my secretary, personal assistant, and the museum curator.” Ian edged out as the grip on his testicles tightened in a warning to cut this line of conversation short. “I appreciate the kind thought but I really don’t think I will be needing an escort anytime soon, no that Sara has stepped up to the ballgame.”

Carlylse looked confused, “don’t you mean plate.”

“Yes, of course, I still get my professional sport aphorisms a bit mixed up at times. Good evening, and enjoy the show.”

She gave him a sad little nod and walked away in search of lesser prey.

“Sara, do you think we could take this somewhere a bit more private?”

Sara giggled, “I thought I was pretty private with the privates. Luckily you chose that gambler jacket tonight or the vulture surely would have seen what she’s missing out on.”

“There is a nice little balcony just to your right if we could just make it out there, we could continue this in private.”
“I saved you from her, my work here is done.” Sara said slyly as she gave his sack another quick fondle and removed her hand.

“No, no, detective. You haven’t told me what you want.” Ian turned on her quickly and pinned her to the wall, slickly knocking her bag from her shoulder. He leaned to pick it up getting a good whiff of just how much her little trick had done to her. “I think I know exactly what you want, if not exactly what you need.” He stood and whispered seductively in her ear, “haven’t you ever wanted to do this in public, knowing we could be caught at any moment, knowing that your screams of pleasure are bound to attract some attention? Can you imagine the things I can do to you against that balcony overlooking the city? I could scent you before, I know you are dripping right now. Tell me Sara, what do you want most in this world right at this very moment?” He rubbed his engorged member against her wet cleft, causing a gap to escape her lips.

“You, balcony, inside me now!”

It didn’t take them long to reach the destination, Ian placed a possessive kiss on her lips before bending her over the railing. “Look at all the people leaving the museum.”

Sara pushed her hips against his. He flipped up her dress only to find her commando as well. He unzipped his pants and eased his way inside her tight wet sheath. He set a slow gentle rhythm. “Fuck me hard Nottingham. This is what I want, damn it. We’ll do it your way later.” He pulled almost completely out of her then repeatedly slammed into her, his balls slapping against her ass time and time again. “Harder, faster. Oh God, right there Ian.” He nailed that spot that it seemed only he could hit and Sara bit down on her lip to keep from screaming out. Her walls tightened, her body convulsed and bowed. It was the last of his thrusts and her repeated aftershocks that sent him over the edge.”

They both watched as traffic waned into the night, catching their breath and returning to some semblance of sanity.

“Your place or mine?” Ian asked as he adjusted her dress then himself.

“Your’s baby. I’ve still gotta wash those sheets from our last little game.”

Ian grinned, “I’ll have my driver take home the long way. We can do it my way then.”

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