Vegas Babes Book 1 is still on sale! -- #99Cents #FunSmut

Just popping in to remind you that Hot Brides in Vegas, Vegas Babes Book 1, is still on sale for only 99 cents – but just for a few more days. Get your copy here: https://books2read.com/u/mK5YYd

Here’s a provocative excerpt to whet your appetite...!

Excerpt (R)

“Good afternoon, ladies.” A deep, masculine voice greeted them, polite but edged with a challenge. “Can I help you?”

Laura blinked. A tall, broad shouldered figure stood in front of her, powerful arms crossed over his chest. As her eyes adjusted to the change in illumination, she saw that the man blocking their way was younger than he sounded, with a blond buzz cut and a classically handsome face. A long scar crossed one cheek, giving him a bit of a rugged, dangerous look, but she guessed he was no older than late twenties. A fitted black tee shirt and slim jeans showed off his solid, well-muscled body. Her heart beat faster and more moisture leaked into her thong. This guy was too gorgeous to be real.

“Hi, Steve.” Margaret stepped forward, pulling the girls after her. “I’ve got some fresh meat for Larry and Foxy.” She gave Laura’s shoulder a proprietary squeeze. “This is Laura, and her friends, Francesca and Chantal. They’re here for Amateur Night.”

Steve’s mouth puckered into a frown at the chauffeur’s rather tasteless introduction. He turned to Laura. “Welcome to The Fox’s Den. May I please see your IDs?”

“They’re in the limo,” Laura replied. She smiled, glancing down at the skin-tight lace that barely covered her feminine charms. “This get-up doesn’t have any room for pockets.”

The security guard tried valiantly to be professional and resist the urge to ogle her. Laura could read the struggle on his face. He lost the fight, his eager eyes caressing her readily visible assets. She imagined his hands doing the same, and shivered with excitement.

“I’m twenty four.” Chantal stepped forward. “Fran and Laura are both twenty three.” She struck a sultry pose, one hand on her cocked hip, her slit skirt revealing an enticing length of smooth, dark thigh. “We’re more than older enough to play.”

Margaret nodded in agreement. “I’ll bring in their bags and street clothes after I’ve delivered them to Linda, okay?”

“Okay. Ladies, if you’ll follow me, I’ll introduce you to the manager.”

Much to her delight, he took Laura’s arm. His skin was warm and dry. His hip brushed against her as he guided her into the main part of the club. Leaning against him, as much as she dared, she breathed in his scent of soap and leather.

The Fox’s Den was a vast, dark space, with filled with low tables and upholstered booths, many of them occupied even at this early hour. Beams of colored light and patterned lasers sliced through the shadows. Classic rock blasted from speakers hung from the ceiling. A bar stretched along the far wall. Another encircled the main stage to the left, where a slim but busty blonde swiveled her hips and twirled around a pole attached to the ceiling. Other dancers pranced and shimmied on smaller platforms in different parts of the room, or on the tables. None of them was completely naked, as far as Laura could tell, but they might as well have been. She’d never seen so much bare female skin, not even in the locker room at her gym.

Most had huge tits, which jiggled and bounced as they did their bumps and grinds. Laura cupped her own modest breasts, wondering how she could ever compete. Then she caught Steve looking down at her, raw lust written all over his face. She snatched her hands away. He gave a lascivious little chuckle.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “Lots of guys prefer the natural look.” He reached out to flick his thumb over a nipple that protruded through the lace. Lightning shot through her, straight to her cunt. “Like me.”

He led her and her friends past the dancers and the customers, to a table in the corner, occupied by a woman with a fluffy halo of wild, curly hair.

The woman at the table didn’t notice them at first. She was probably in her forties, but in great shape, judging from what Laura could see—which given the woman’s low cut, hot-pink tank top and denim mini-skirt, was quite a bit. Firm breasts with an impressive cleavage, broad hips curving out from her waist, long bronzed thighs…

Some sound made the older woman look up from some papers she’d been studying. “Hi, Steve—oh, Maggie! Great to see you!” She leaped up from her seat. Laura was not particularly surprised to see her grab their chauffeur and pull Margaret into a passionate kiss.

After a few minutes of slurping tongues and dry humping, the women parted.

“Guess you missed me, Linda!” said Margaret with a salacious grin.

“Give me a couple of minutes to deal with whatever Steve wants. Then I’ll take you into Larry’s office and show you exactly how much I missed you.”

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