Page 88 of Dirty Plans


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We turn and start heading back the way we came. Truthfully, I’m kind of relieved. I don’t think I was mentally prepared for what I might be shown anyway.

When we make it back to the intimate dining area, I turn to him and say, “Well, I don’t know if I should be disappointed or—”

I don’t even get the rest of my sentence out before a naked woman runs past us, squealing in what I can only assume is delight. I double-take, noticing she’s got a long, furry tail hanging off her backside, but for the life of me, I have no idea how.

She takes up residence in the living room area, directly across from us, without a care in the world. It’s like we’re not even there.

London, however, moves quickly, boxing me up against the wall as he presses in close. “Here’s your chance. But since you don’t have a badge letting the participants know you’re part of the staff, I suggest you pretend you’re with me.”

“Wh—what?” I sputter, unable to remove my eyes from the woman as she bends over the arm of one of the couches.

Suddenly, a burly, naked man wearing a mask—it’s an animal of some kind, but I have no idea what kind in the low light—stalks toward her like he’s on the hunt. He’s built and he knows it, as he prowls forward slowly, his eyes never straying from her backside.

My eyes widen when I realize his massive erection is glistening in the low accent lighting—clearly having already seen some action.

“Holy shit,” I breathe, unable to tear my eyes away.

“Put your hands on my back,” London commands, his voice low and urgent.

Doing as he says, I put my hands on his back, tugging on his shirt and bringing him even closer. The proximity to him makes my head spin and the intensity of his cologne doesn’t help one bit.

Add on top the sight in front of me, and I’m all kinds of messed up as my pulse skyrockets and my libido kicks in.

I shouldn’t like this—I shouldn’t want to see more.

I shouldn’t enjoy having London this close.

Yet, here I am.

London lifts his left hand to the side of my face, pressing in close so I can look over his shoulder.

With his lips under my left ear, he whispers, “Get a good look now. When they’ve engrossed in the act, we’ll slip out. Trust me, you don’t want to get cornered by Xavier. He’ll assume you’re new and he’s running out of contenders.”

I tear my gaze away, peering into London’s serious gaze.

“He’s been here a while,” he whispers. “And he’s persistent.”

I shudder, returning my gaze to the scene in the room across from us. The woman is still bent over the couch, her legs spread as Xavier kneels between them. He flips her tail, so it rests up her back, then he smacks her ass, only to rub his hand over the mark.

After a few times doing this, he bends in, sweeping his tongue from her clit to the bottom of her tailpiece. She lets out a guttural sound that makes my legs weak.

“H—how does she have a tail?” I whisper, totally awestruck.

London swallows hard and his voice is slightly strangled when he says, “It’s a butt plug, Lily.”

His chest rises and falls and I can’t help but notice how rigid he’s gone.

Heat rushes from my core, across my chest, and up into my cheeks. “Oh.”

I should know this …

Why didn’t I know this?

Clearly, I’m going to have to have a word with Tasia.

Xavier’s tongue goes to town on the woman and her moans are now so loud I’m actually turned on by them myself. It’s clear, even from here, that Xavier knows exactly what he’s doing to her and she’s enjoying every minute of it as she plays with her breasts.

Then, as if I couldn’t get more turned on, he reaches down and strokes his cock.

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