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  Synopsis

  Adventure, “sport,” and sex on the road. From erotic travel adventures to games of seduction and conquest -- diverse, out on the edge lesbian erotica with a hint of risk/danger. Established couples looking for a little spice (what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas); business women and conference goers sharing one-nighters, threesomes or more; play parties, private clubs and secret rites; roadies and groupies and grips. Up for a fast ride with the top down – climb aboard for thirty of the hottest trips in town.

  Erotic Interludes 5: Road Games

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  Erotic Interludes 5: Road Games

  © 2007 Bold Strokes Books. All Rights Reserved.

  ISBN 13: 978-1-60282-275-7

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  New York, USA

  First Printing: May 2007

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Credits

  Editors: Radclyffe and Stacia Seaman

  Production Design: Stacia Seaman

  Cover design by Sheri ([email protected])

  Introduction

  Sometimes the games we play are in our minds, sometimes they're on the field—and the very best are in the bedroom…or the elevator…or the back of a low-rider. This collection of thirty-one stories from some of the best erotica writers working today takes us down twisting, turning roads that are sometimes metaphorical and other times very real in search of games of seduction, conquest, and danger. From tee-time with two golf pros to end-of-shift for a hot and horny cop, these are out-on-the-edge lesbians willing to play the game for the ultimate thrill. Join us for a guaranteed scorching ride.

  Radclyffe and Stacia Seaman, 2007

  Winner Takes All

  Meghan O'Brien

  My cell phone buzzed at one o'clock in the morning, just as I was about to get into bed alone. I glanced at the display before I answered, even though I knew who it was. She was somewhere in the hotel, no doubt gambling and losing, and I had just about given up hope that I would hear from her before I fell asleep. I flipped the phone open.

  "Nice of you to check in."

  "Lindsey." I heard raucous laughter in the background, female voices. "You need to get down here."

  Turning back the covers on the bed, I slipped between the sheets. Smiling, I went along. "No, I don't need to do anything. I'm going to bed."

  "I found a game, Linds, and I lost. I, uh, need you to come bail me out."

  A game. My heartbeat picked up.

  "Come on, Linds," she said when I kept silent. "Please, honey. I need you."

  "How much?"

  Juliet cleared her throat, and I knew she was on the hook for more than just a few dollars.

  "How much do you need, Jules?" I mustered up my most frustrated voice, as though this was a routine we always played out, and at this late hour, I simply had no patience for it. "Tell me."

  "Just come to room one-oh-six. I'll explain everything."

  "Fine." I threw back the covers and rolled out of bed. "Give me a few minutes, okay?"

  "No problem. I appreciate this."

  I granted her a long-suffering sigh. "I bail you out, you come back to the room with me. Understand?"

  "I understand," Juliet said. "Thank you, sweetheart."

  I snapped the cell phone shut without another word.

  *

  I didn't bother putting on my clothes. I walked to the elevator in my favorite satin pajamas, uncaring that I might run into any night-owl guests. Would Juliet be surprised when I showed up looking like this? I wanted the other players to see that she was dragging me away from the comfort of the lush hotel sheets because she was lousy at cards.

  The door to room 106 was slightly ajar, and I gave a light knock before poking my head inside. "Hello?"

  At the sound of my voice, Juliet turned to greet me with a too-wide smile. "Hey, sweetie."

  It was the smile of a woman who knew she was going to be in trouble.

  Three other women sat around the table in the middle of the room. Three pairs of eyes looked me up and down as I stepped inside, no doubt taking in the sight of my informal attire. I sized up each woman in turn. "So who's the winner?"

  The biggest of the three, whose brown hair was cut short against her head, broke into a toothy grin. "That'd be me."

  I walked to the table, ready to cut to the chase. "How much does she owe you?"

  "Now, sweetheart—”

  I held up a hand to cut off whatever explanation Juliet was going to give me, never breaking the gaze I shared with the poker champion. The woman was buff. Her biceps strained the sleeves of her gray T-shirt, and her muscular thighs looked ready to burst the seams of her jeans. Great. If I couldn't pay up, she could easily beat Juliet's ass.

  "Just tell me what she owes you so we can take care of this and I can go back to bed."

  The winner raised an eyebrow, flashed me a grin. "Actually, darling, it's you who owes me."

  My stomach flipped over. "Excuse me?"

  "One hour. To be spent at my discretion."

  My jaw tensed when the meaning of her words hit me. With effort, I kept my expression neutral as I turned to face Juliet. Her face was flushed deep pink, and she gave me a sheepish smile.

  "Linds—”

  "You bet me in a poker game?"

  "It wasn't like…I mean…I didn't—”

  "You told a complete stranger that she could fuck me?"

  Juliet's mouth hung open, but no more words came out.

  I turned back to the winner, who watched us with a vaguely amused smile. "What's your name?" I asked her.

  "Grant," she said. "You're Lindsey?"

  Without answering, I regarded Juliet once more. She cowered in her chair, clearly trying not to meet my eyes but also seemingly unable to stop herself from darting her gaze in my direction every few moments. The other two women at the table watched the three of us play out this scene with an obvious air of enthrallment.

  "I'm not yours to wager, you know." I stepped close to Juliet and bent to talk quietly into her ear. "I should just walk out of here and let you clean up your own mess."

  "Honey—”

  I put my hand on her shoulder to stop her from speaking. "But I'm not going to."

  "You're not?" said the woman who sat next to Juliet. She had short blond hair, impeccable style, and gorgeous green eyes that sparkled with interest.

  Juliet sat up a bit straighter, as though alarmed, and swallowed. I turned to Grant with the sweetest smile I could muster.

  "I'll settle her debt," I said. "But we do this right here."

  Grant leaned back in her chair and placed her big hands on her thighs. "Sounds good to me," she said, then grinned at her tablemates. "If you all could excuse us for about an hour—”

  "No," I interrupted. "We do this right here, right now. Juliet can watch."

  I swore I could see the blood drain from Juliet's face. She went absolutely pale and wide-eyed.

  "After all, this was her bet." With that, I got to my knees in front of Grant and covered her hands with mine. "She can pay it off with me."

  Grant tipped her head
back and laughed, a deep, throaty chuckle. "Right on. I can handle that."

  "Can you handle that?" I asked Juliet.

  She cleared her throat and averted her gaze. "I guess I'll have to."

  "I guess so." I reached for the button of Grant's blue jeans. With the other hand, I cupped between her legs. I found what I hoped I might. "You're prepared, I see."

  "Never leave home without it," Grant murmured and shifted her hips so I could unzip her jeans and pull them down to expose gray boxer briefs. The bulge between her legs sprang to life impressively. "After all, you never know when you're going to get to fuck another woman's girl."

  I glanced at Juliet, who stared at us with what looked like sick fascination. She blinked rapidly as I reached into the opening of the boxer briefs and pulled out a thick, flesh-colored dildo. I shifted so that she would have a better view of what I was about to do for the big winner.

  "No, you never know," I murmured. Then I bent and took the head of the dildo into my mouth.

  I heard Grant moan, and the other two women at the table whooped in delight.

  "That a girl!" one of them shouted. "Suck that cock."

  I wrapped my hand around the base of the dildo and started pumping it as I sucked at the head. I made my movements slow and deliberate, wanting Juliet to see every detail. I licked up and down the shaft, occasionally glancing up to meet Grant's eyes with the most subservient expression I could muster. I wanted this woman to take me, and I wanted Juliet to bear witness to my surrender.

  Grant's hand landed on the back of my head, and in no time her fingers tangled lightly in my hair. She began guiding my motion, clearly turned on by my performance. "Your girlfriend is a good little cocksucker," she murmured.

  Juliet said nothing.

  "I bet her pussy tastes good too, doesn't it?" Grant taunted. "I think I'll find out for myself." She pulled me off her cock with a fistful of my hair. "Take off your pajamas," she demanded, and held out her arm to help me to my feet.

  I felt a shiver of self-consciousness as I began to unbutton my top. All four women in the room stared at me openly. I looked right back into Juliet's eyes. I let my top fall to the floor. Goose bumps raised when the satin slid over my bare arms. My nipples immediately hardened into painful points, and I grimaced.

  "Now the bottoms."

  I obeyed Grant's order. I stood naked in front of everyone and resisted the urge to cross my hands over my pussy. I refused to let any of them know how difficult it was for me to be on display like this.

  "Sit on the table." Grant swept a pile of poker chips to the side and pushed back from her spot at the table. "Right here, in front of me."

  I took a seat with my thighs pressed together. Juliet was to my right and a brunette woman of about forty to my left. Grant sat directly in front of me, her face roughly level with my belly.

  "Lie back, darling," Grant said, and pushed against my shoulder until I complied.

  In this position, I could turn my face to the right and look Juliet straight in the eyes. She was close enough to touch. I kept my gaze locked on her as Grant pushed my thighs apart with her hands.

  "Hold your pussy open for me, Lindsey."

  I reached down with both hands and spread myself open. I could feel Grant's gaze burning into me and my eyes slipped shut just as she said, "I'm going to lick you until you come in my mouth."

  Then I felt the barest touch of her tongue on my labia and nearly came unglued. My eyes shot open and I saw Juliet's face, jaw tense with some indefinable emotion. Nostrils flaring, she stared in the direction of Grant's head moving slowly between my thighs.

  Grant ran the tip of her tongue along my labia, up one, down the other, then moved down to circle my opening. She pulled back and breathed, "Fuck, this pussy tastes good."

  I squirmed on the tabletop, caught between humiliation and arousal at being talked about like a mere object. Grant lowered her face and covered my labia with her hot mouth again, running her tongue along every dip and crevice of my pussy. She explored me thoroughly, in no rush, and in no time, I was shocked to realize, I was dripping wet.

  "She likes it," Grant mumbled, and flicked my clit with her tongue. I picked my head up and watched her lick me, even as her gaze was locked on Juliet. "Does she get this wet for you, Juliet?"

  Juliet kept up her silence. Maybe she figured there was no right answer to that question.

  Grant sucked on my clit, a noisy, slurping kiss. Almost unconsciously, I spread my legs wider and pulled my pussy open even more. I knew my clit was swollen, and in this position, it was most likely jutting out like a proud little cock. I wanted to give Grant better access, because it all felt so goddamn good.

  "Suck me off," I groaned, then arched my back. This was as much for my own benefit as it was for Juliet's. Grant knew how to use her mouth, and now that I was in this position, I needed relief. "Please make me come."

  "After I do, I'm going to fuck you," Grant said as though she were warning me. "You want this hard cock inside your pussy?"

  I nodded, still squirming around on the table. "Yes. Please. Whatever you want."

  Grant bent and wrapped her lips around my swollen clit, then moved up and down on it while her tongue played fast circles all around. My thighs began to tremble, an imminent sign of climax, and I struggled to keep my hands on my pussy. I thrust my hips into her face, aggressively seeking out the pleasure she was delivering. When I came, I whipped my head to the side and squinted my eyes and clenched my teeth. I couldn't keep in the throaty growl that burst from my lips as she lapped up my juices, the soft rasp of her tongue prolonging my orgasm to a dizzying extreme.

  When she finally pulled away, my chest was heaving with exertion. Sweat beaded on my forehead and between my breasts, and my thighs were sticky with it. I lay spread out on the table for everyone to see, still quivering with aftershocks caused by every little thing: the breeze blowing across my overheated sex, the lustful gazes of the two woman whose names I didn't even know, and the sound of Grant's chair being pushed back so she could stand between my spread thighs.

  I gazed up at her from beneath half-closed eyelids. She put her hands on my knees and smirked around the table.

  "The hard part is figuring out what to do first," she said to the amused laughter of her companions. Juliet licked her lips and said nothing.

  I groaned as Grant slid a hand between my thighs. She ran her fingertips through my wetness, then pressed a finger inside.

  "You like having your girlfriend watch me finger-fuck you?" she asked.

  "Yes," I said, and it was the truth. I looked at Juliet, whose chest was moving in time with her labored breathing. Between Grant's touch and Juliet's gaze sliding all over me, I was nothing but nerve endings drawn bowstring taut with pleasure.

  "Feels good, right?"

  I groaned and arched my back to draw her deeper inside. She twisted her finger around and rubbed all my most sensitive places, then pulled out and pressed in again with two. She was showy with her touching, and a little rough, and it got me so wet that Grant raised an eyebrow in surprise as I ejaculated just a little on her arm.

  "Damn," Grant said, and grinned. "This girl is ready to go."

  I sat up as far as I could, reaching for Grant's cock. My fingertips grazed the head, but I wasn't able to get a grip before she put her free hand on my shoulder and pressed me back onto the table. She withdrew her fingers from my pussy and gripped the dildo at its base.

  "Is this what you want?" She stroked up and down the shaft, as though preparing herself to give it to me. "All you have to do is ask."

  "Yes," I said.

  Grant raised her eyebrow again, and the corner of her mouth twitched. I looked into playful green eyes and found that she was having fun with this. I returned her smile and propped myself up on my elbows.

  "I want your cock," I asked sweetly. "In my pussy. Now."

  Without a word, she guided the head of it to my opening. She pushed in slowly, and my head fell back and my m
outh dropped open as my pussy strained to accommodate it.

  "This is pretty big, huh?"

  "Yeah," I said, and collapsed onto my back again. She made no move to slide deeper. With just the tip of it inside me, she reached down and rubbed her finger along the sensitive flesh that gripped at its girth.

  "Just relax and take it," she murmured. Grant kept her eyes locked to mine as she eased a finger inside me, pressed close to the dildo, stretching me impossibly more open. "I promise it'll feel good."

  It did feel good. I bit my lip and whimpered as she rubbed her finger along the length of the dildo, stroking inside me. There was something so decadent about having both her cock and her finger inside me. It made my nipples ache with pleasure-pain.

  Grant withdrew her finger, then her cock. I groaned in disappointment, a noise that turned into a guttural moan when she pressed the cock back inside.

  "Look at her," Grant said to Juliet. "She loves being stretched open around my cock."

  Juliet met my gaze. Her eyes were dark, and her cheeks were flushed. She shifted in her seat.

  Grant pulled out again, then thrust back in. I jerked at the suddenness of the penetration, the small jolt it sent through my arms and legs. Grant hiked my leg up over her shoulder and leaned in close, burying her cock as deep as it would go.

  "You like getting fucked?"

  "I love it," I whimpered. I threw an arm over my face, biting my lip as she delivered another sharp thrust. "Please don't stop."

  "Oh, I plan on getting my full hour's worth out of you. That's what your girlfriend promised, and that's what I'm going to take." Grant took hold of my other leg and placed my ankle on her shoulder, grabbing onto my calves as she set up a driving rhythm deep into my pussy.

  I glanced at the woman to my left. She stared at my pussy, the point of entry for Grant's cock, and licked her lips. Her eyes were open wide, like she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Then her gaze darted to me and she caught me staring, and stared back. I let my eyes slip almost all the way closed and moaned, smiling at her as Grant fucked me hard. The woman looked like she was about to pass out.