Blurb
Never
underestimate the power of
a horny bride.
Francesca
Torelli’s
tycoon
father
is
throwing
a
lavish
Las
Vegas
wedding
for
his
only
child.
Her
fiancé
Jake
and
his
buddies
set
out
for
a
stag
night,
exploring
the
fleshpots
of
Sin
City.
Meanwhile,
Fran
and
her
bridesmaids
Laura
and
Chantal
are
stuck
at
the
resort
under
the
watchful
eye
of
her
stern
Aunt
Giulia,
who
has
promised
her
brother
that
Franny
will
come
to
the
altar
a
virgin.
Frustrated
and
annoyed
by
these
double
standards,
the
young
women
hatch
a
plan
to
escape
their
chaperone
and
have
some
fun
of
their
own.
With
the
help
of
a
susceptible
concierge,
a
butch
ex-cop
limo
driver
and
a
scandalous
French
couturiere,
they
find
their
way
to
The
Fox’s
Den,
the
most
exclusive—and
outrageous—gentlemen’s
club in the city. Owner Larry Archer and his crew of strippers,
bouncers, voyeurs and sluts are more than happy to welcome the
delectable trio as contestants performing at the club’s famous
Amateur Night.
The gleeful
permissiveness of the Den challenges the women’s assumptions and
undermines their inhibitions. Complications ensue when Jake and his
groomsmen arrive to find Fran in the midst of her strip act. Then
Aunt Giulia crashes the party, determined to save her virgin niece,
and things get really sticky—both figuratively and literally.
Will
love triumph? Will Francesca be drawn over to the dark side? Is there
a difference?
XXX Excerpt
Somehow
the angel had slipped around behind him. Her hands rested lightly
upon his shoulders. Her warm breath tickled his
earlobe. He smelled coconut oil, sweat, and the delicious perfume of
her musk.
“I’m
sure you must have the authority to arrange this,” she murmured,
her voice like honey. “Do you really have to ask permission, a
strong, dominant guy like you?”
“Um…”
“Let
me see if I can convince you.”
Without
warning, she sank to her knees, disappearing under the desk. The next
thing he knew, she’d tugged his
zipper open and extracted his swollen cock. When
her hot mouth engulfed him, he released a groan that rang through the
lobby. The clerks and cashier at the counter across the room shot a
curious look in his direction. He struggled to compose himself. Then
she started to suck.
“Oh
my God…” She’d looked like an angel, but she had the wicked
talents of a demon. She teased and tormented him, swallowing him to
the root. Just as he was about to explode, she’d back off to flick
her tongue over his knob, feathering away at the ridge underneath. He
thrashed in his chair, jerking his pelvis, chasing the wet heat of
her. She’d relent for a while, taking him deep into her throat,
before pulling back once more.
“Please,”
he moaned, oblivious to everything but the pleasure she was
providing. She turned up the suction until it was unbearable. Gasping
for breath, he let go. His cum poured into her waiting mouth. Her
muscles contracted as she swallowed his jizz. The sensation wrung
another burst of cum from his cock.
Sinking
back in his chair, he closed his eyes and tried to recover. Surely
he’d be fired for this.
“So
what do you say—Michael?” She tapped a manicured nail against his
name badge. Opening his eyes, he found her standing once again on the
other side of the desk. White droplets of cum clung to her lips. One
side of her bathing suit top had slipped down, fully exposing an
adorable mauve nipple. If he hadn’t just been drained, he would
have come again.
“Can’t
you help a young bride and her friends?” the woman persisted. Her
tongue fluttered out to gather the remains of his cum. She licked her
lips a second time. “As I said, we’d be eager to show our
gratitude…”
Michael
grinned and nodded. He might lose his job, but it would be worth it.
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And
for more fun in the world of The Fox’s Den, get yourself a copy of
Larry Archer’s Nina
the Fallen Ballerina. Introduction by yours truly!
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