Money is Power (Part 4)

Mindy had just finished getting face fucked by me. She’s a girl with a problem. Well, right now, two problems. She stole $30,000 from her church and is about to be discovered. I am the only one that she knows who can get her the money to keep her out of jail, and prevent her relationship with her boyfriend/co-homeowner from going in the shitter. He is Treasurer at the church. To earn that money Mindy has reluctantly agreed to be my sex slave for the weekend. We’re in Vegas. I’m smiling. She’s not.

“So, are you hungry or what? I asked

I had just dropped a load down her stomach, so maybe she wasn’t. But, neither of had eaten since lunch, and it was now 9 PM local time.

“I…I suppose” she stuttered out.

“Well, why don’t you go shower and dress to impress. If you do a good enough job maybe we won’t have to have another “lesson” tonight.”

This brightened her up a bit. Mindy stole the money to gamble with. As a pseudo-reason for me abusing her ass with a riding crop and my cock, I told her the pain was to teach her a lesson about gambling. I even make her say ‘Gambling is not worth it’ as I’m leaving welts on her shapely behind, or burying myself balls deep through her tight sphincter.

Forty minutes later I’m yelling for her to hurry up. I’m hungry and I want to eat. I’m half hoping she disappoints me in her dress when she walks out. I really am enjoying spanking her, and I’ve let her off lightly (she might not think so) so far. Five minutes later the door opens and out she walks.

Mindy takes a step out the door, smiles her best smile, and then pirouettes to let me see all angles. My cock is instantly at attention. Damn. I was kind of looking forward to using that riding crop.

I started at her feet and noted the red fuck-me pumps with 4 inch heels that add that little extra fullness to her calves. My eyes travel up her impossibly long legs waiting for the dress to begin. It did, well above mid thigh. It was a very tight cherry red one piece that showed every curve and swell of her luscious body. As she began her second turn I saw that the garment had little margin for error in keeping her ass covered. There would be no way for her to bend or even stoop over without endangering the PG rating of the restaurant. The upper portion was equally stunning, with both a criss-cross back and front. Her breasts were half enveloped with the cups of the intersecting bands, leaving all of her cleavage and mid-riff on display. Both nipples were erect and very noticeable. I knew there was nothing on underneath. I’d made it clear that she didn’t need to pack any underwear.

“Well?” she asked “Do I pass?”

“John must be gay” I said referring to her boyfriend. “How the fuck has he not married you?”

She beamed.

“I’m trying to figure out if I’m more horny or hungry” I continued.

That was no exaggeration and quite a feat. I hadn’t eaten in 10 hours, but I’d cum twice in that time.

“You’ll mess my make up……” she warned.

“I don’t care” I said with a condescending tone.

Ignoring that, she retorted with a hint of a pout.

“I thought that you would want to have me on your arm looking like this”

Fuck. I’m being manipulated. But, she is right. Every head in the room, male and female, would be watching when we entered. The guys would be wishing they were me, and the girls would be stunned. They would also be pissed and trying to figure out what to do to get their man’s attention back. I made a mental note to give her a couple of extra swats for this dilemma. I walked over to the goody bag, pulled something out and put it in my pocket.

“All right. You win. Let’s go”

“What was that?” Mindy asked.

“Don’t worry. It won’t mess your makeup” I replied with an evil grin.

We strolled over to the elevator, with my arm behind her, and my hand resting on her firm ass. I gave it a squeeze every few steps, just for good measure. As soon as we got inside the elevator, I pressed every floor button, and waited for the door to close. Before she could even ask why, I reached around behind her, cupped her ass and drew her in close. I met her lips for a deep kiss, and started worrying her tongue with mine. My right hand massaged her ass, my left moved up for a handful of a barely clothed breast.

The elevator dinged, and with one eye I glanced as it opened, and saw no open waiting. I went back to business, working my tongue around hers and mauling both her ass cheek and boob. My lower hand stopped it’s assault long enough to reach down and find the bottom of her dress and pull it up to uncover half her ass. She had not resisted an iota to this point, but now pulled away from my kiss, and pointed.

“They have cameras here. Some one will see.”

I ignored her and dropped my other hand to knead both mounds, as we went back to kissing. The elevator dinged again. I glanced and again nobody needed a ride. I inched her dress all the way up to her waist, and moved one hand to the front to cup her pussy. My middle finger quickly found the gap between her lips, and she let out a small gasp as my finger found her clit.

Ding. My luck held and now my finger was rapidly massaging her clit and the wetness and her moans told me she was starting to lose control. I had not neglected her breast this whole time and my manipulations had her left breast exposed. I moved from her lips to envelop the entire nipple and began to suck greedily on the tight nub. The sucking and finger fucking lasted for only a few more seconds until the elevator made it’s announcement that we had reached the 2nd floor.