“Right away, Mr. Mooney.”
Butts grinned at the use of his pseudonym. He hung up and stretched out on the king-size four-poster bed. He picked up the remote control and flicked through the channel selection, landing on an adult film site.
He’d been coming here on vacation for the past five years. He was here for one more quickie before heading to a country where there was no extradition treaty with the United States. He had a stash of money, a luxury condo picked out, and would soon find a hot mistress who would satisfy his needs for the rest of his life.
He unbuckled his pants and chuckled in pleasure as he watched three buxom women cavorting in a hot tub with a pizza delivery guy.
Ice and Carla would no doubt rot in jail, while he would bask in the sunshine, sitting on his terrace with an ocean view. Luckily, he knew the judge personally, and his bribe had worked to get him bail. He’d had to turn over his passport of course. No problem, since he had two other passports under different names. His suitcase had been packed and ready.
If he never saw his wife again, it would be too soon. Damn woman was like a nun. As for his daughter, well, she was already engaged to a congressman’s son with a tidy prenup. He’d made sure that if the prick broke the engagement, and he no doubt would after hearing of Butts’s arrest, Lisa would get a cool million. That would keep her satisfied until she found another idiot to marry. And he was sure she would. She’d inherited her father’s instincts.
He raised his glass of champagne in salute to his daughter. “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” Would he miss his daughter? Nope. She was a pain in the ass who went through his money like it was growing on trees. The million wouldn’t last long. Well, she was his wife’s problem now. He couldn’t very well have stayed in Boston. He would have ended up doing time, and he couldn’t risk that. No way he was going to spend the rest of his life in jail with the same lowlifes he’d put there.
A knock sounded at the door. A muffled female voice announced, “Massage for Mr. Mooney?”
He grinned and got up, opening the door. Standing there was the most gorgeous redhead he’d ever seen. Wearing a tight white sheer blouse with a black bra underneath and a short black skirt showing off a pair of legs in sky-high red heels, her hair was in a bun near the top of her head. He couldn’t wait to run his hands through it. He loved redheads. “Now this is what I call room service.” He opened the door wider as she waltzed in with a portable massage table.
She gave him a perky smile and said, “You’ll have to strip for me, Mr. Mooney, so I can give you the best massage you’ve ever had.”
“Sure thing.” He quickly removed his clothes, dropping them on the floor as she efficiently and expertly set up the massage table. He was already rock-hard as he watched her bend over and adjust the legs of the table. Her ass was round, and her tits were huge, just the way he liked.
She stood up and saw his erection, a slow smile spreading across her face. “You’re a very naughty boy, Mr. Mooney.” She wagged her finger at him.
“Well, I hope you can teach me to behave.” He grinned wolfishly.
“You’ll just have to get onto the table and find out.”
He quickly hopped onto the table and lay there on his back, knowing full well what she’d be massaging first. He was fairly agile for his age. Wolves usually remained in good shape well into their later years. He had a slight paunch, but that wouldn’t keep him from indulging in a good fuck.
“Now, let’s get started,” she crooned. “I’m going to give you something you’ll never forget.”
“Ooh, I can’t wait,” he breathed.
She reached under the table and pulled up two heavy straps, buckling them over his chest and legs.
“Wow, this is new.” He chuckled as she tightened the straps.
“Oh, yes,” she replied, bending over, her lips hovering over his. He groaned as her breasts rubbed against his chest. “I’m the best there is.”
“I bet you are.”
The redhead stepped back and proceeded to unbutton her blouse. He was so hard, he’d probably come the minute her lips touched his cock.
She popped open one button and then reached up to unfasten her bun.
All of a sudden, her skimpy outfit changed to a long white tunic.
“What the fuck?”
“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.” She crossed her arms over her chest and walked around the table. “Did you really think you could get away?” She strolled to the door and opened it. In walked four burly blond men wearing dark sunglasses and black suits.
“Who are you?”
She walked closer to him and bent close to his face. “I’m Karma. I was sent by my sister, Gaia. It’s not nice to fool Mother Nature…or try to.”
His eyes widened. “Your sister is Mother Nature?”
“Yes indeed. Now that you know who I am, I’ll tell you what I’m going to do with you.”
