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  WIDE AWAKE © 2013 by Cleo Peitsche. All rights reserved worldwide. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means without permission in writing from the author. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, events, locations and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental. This book is for entertainment purposes only.

  This book contains mature content and is solely for adults.

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  Cleo

  The moment Georgia walked into the Sleeping Lady employee area, Prussia jumped up from her chair. The book Prussia was reading, a bodice ripper, went flying.

  Georgia moved to pick it up, but Prussia swatted her hand away.

  “No, no, no. No time. Billy says for you to get changed pronto and get your tush upstairs. He’s waiting in the test room.”

  “The room I auditioned in?”

  “Yes. No! The one across the hall.”

  Georgia tugged her shirt over her head, yanked down her jeans and panties and kicked them off, then stuffed everything, unfolded, into a locker.

  “Come sign in,” Prussia called out. She pulled a pen out of her fire-red bun, and her gleaming hair tumbled down around her shoulders. She tossed the pen. “Quick.”

  Georgia scribbled her name and the time onto the clipboard, then took the plastic-covered package that Prussia pushed on her. She ripped it open. The silky panties were white this time. The top, instead of being an oversized cotton tee like before, was pink satin decorated with pearl buttons. Faux buttons, actually, since closer inspection revealed them as merely decorative.

  “Stop dawdling, baby doll. Billy’s in some kinda mood today.”

  “But I’m not even late!”

  “It’s Friday. Billy should have gone home an hour ago.”

  “Oh. I didn’t realize.” Georgia pulled on the shirt and ran up the steps, her feet moving so fast she was lucky she didn’t stub a toe. With each stride, her full breasts bounced uncomfortably, but she didn’t dare go slower. If Billy was stuck working late because of her, she didn’t want to make him wait a second longer.

  As soon as she knocked, the door swung wide open.

  Billy stood there buck naked, and time froze. Some men with low body fat looked skeletal, even if they had muscle. Not Billy. There was a massiveness to him, a solidity, an undeniable presence. He was around 6’2”, and his broad shoulders and deep chest, plus his muscular thighs added up to one intimidating man. He had a large, thick cock to match, and heavy balls covered in a dark thicket of hair. Georgia typically preferred guys who manscaped, but Billy was so big that he would have looked unnatural all shaved and prettied up.

  His gorgeous eyes—one brown, one black—only made him more mysterious. Georgia tingled from head to toe.

  “Let’s see what we’re working with today,” Billy said, his low voice rumbling. Georgia’s body had an immediate answer: she was horny as hell.

  She entered with a sly glance at his cock. It was beginning to rise, slowly stretching out and thickening. If only she were allowed to get on her knees and help him on his way…

  “Put on your panties, Georgia.”

  She was still clutching the skimpy things and hadn’t even realized it. “Sorry.” She stepped into them, nearly falling over, and pulled them up over her hips.

  Billy closed the door. “We’ll do a Sleeping Lady session and see how it goes.” The tone of his voice suggested that he expected her to fail. Just like all the times before.

  He ran a hand through his luxurious, collarbone-length dark hair. “Get into position.”

  Georgia hurried to the only piece of furniture in the room, a king-sized bed. The sole light source was a fire crackling in the stone fireplace. Knowing Adult Fantasy Playland, it was probably electric, but that didn’t detract from the ambiance.

  The lavender bedding actually smelled like sun-dried lavender. The sheets were unbelievably soft on her smooth, bare legs. She slid lower until her head touched the pillow. Shivering with anticipation, she turned to look at Billy. He was right to be stressed. Georgia’s first shift as a Sleeping Lady would start that evening, and she wasn’t even close to ready.

  There was such a shortage of Sleeping Ladies that management was making her start after only two days of training. Their solution? Have Billy fuck her until she was so worn out that she’d behave. The ideal Sleeping Lady was supposed to pretend to sleep while quietly enjoying the patron’s attention. Georgia wasn’t that woman; through her abbreviated training, she shuddered and moaned more than she stayed still. The more Billy fucked her, the more she wanted him. Their lessons, while personally satisfying in that she got lots and lots of illicit orgasms, hadn’t been at all successful by Billy’s standards.

  Georgia simply enjoyed sex too much. Perhaps if Billy had been allowed the normal time to train her, he would have succeeded.

  “Legs in position,” Billy snapped. The shadows partially obscured his handsome features, and Georgia was glad; she didn’t need to see him scowling. “Please make an effort, Georgia.”

  She slid her legs apart, enjoying the caress of the soft sheets underneath her.

  Make an effort? She really hadn’t, had she? The day before, when they were finishing up at Sade Village Inn, she’d swiped Billy’s used shirt. It wasn’t dirty, but it smelled all manly and sexy like him. She’d planned to masturbate with it over her face, but then she decided to leave herself revved up so that she could fully enjoy Billy fucking her into Sleeping Lady submission.

  But even if Billy managed to exhaust her enough that she made it through her first shift, it wouldn’t fix Georgia’s real problem: the trainers weren’t allowed to socialize with the employees once their training concluded. No matter what happened, this would be her last time in Billy’s bed. And so she’d left her vibrator in its charging stand instead of getting off a few times before coming in. She was damn well going to enjoy getting ridden by this cowboy.

  He put his hands on either side of her, the mattress sinking beneath his weight. “You look very nice today, Georgia. I’m glad you didn’t put on a lot of makeup. That’s something I’d meant to cover.” He looked her over again, his eyes lingering on her chestnut-colored hair, shoulder-length and wavy.

  Georgia sighed. When he got close, she could smell him, and she was absolutely addicted to his scent. So primal and earthy.

  “Close your eyes.”

  She obeyed. A moment later, Billy was slowly tugging back the covers. He pulled them down all the way to her knees. He pinched the inside of her thigh, and Georgia yelped.

  “Spread your legs.”

  Her knees flew further apart, but she kept her eyes closed. Prussia was right; Billy really was in a bad mood.

  But when he next touched her, his large hands on each of her knees, he was as gentle as ever. His fingers wandered up, and Georgia’s pussy clenched.

  “I can see that through your panties. Keep your body still,” Billy growled.

  “I can’t help it.”

  “We’ll see about that.” Billy straddled her thighs and thrust a hand under the shirt. “It’s in your best interests to contr
ol that wild cunt of yours.”

  The image of a wild cunt was too much. Georgia tried not to laugh, but she snickered, biting on her lip and scrunching her brow up.

  “Georgia, really. First, that’s not an attractive expression.”

  Georgia opened her eyes and looked him up and down. “Then why is your cock so hard?”

  Billy growled. “Because unlike you, I’m focused on my job. Close your eyes and shut up or I’ll show you what a Sade Village Master can do.”

  Billy had told her that he used to train the Whip Me ladies at Marquis de Sade Village. He’d taken her there the day before, restrained her and whipped her… and she had loved it.

  Yet there was a dangerous note in his voice that gave her the impression she wouldn’t enjoy whatever it was he now referred to, so she sobered up and closed her eyes.

  Billy’s hand moved away from her breast. She heard him wetting something in his mouth. A moment later, his slippery fingers circled her nipple.

  Georgia swallowed a moan, but she arched up just a little.

  “Control that or I’ll control it for you.”

  She came back down on the bed. When he talked like that to her, it just got her worked up. Surely he realized that?

  “Now focus on blocking those tremors. Your sex is contracting so much it looks like you’ve got something stuffed in your panties.”

  Georgia burst out laughing, eyes open. To her surprise, Billy looked like he was fighting a smile as well.

  “Well, well. Georgia, I gave you a chance, but I’m afraid you’re forcing my hand.” He grabbed her panties and yanked them down to her knees. “Goddamn, look how wet you are.” He shook his head. “I gave you so much cock yesterday that you physically couldn’t handle more. No one would know it to look at you now.”

  He flipped her over, thrust a beefy forearm under her hips and pulled her up. Georgia stayed like that, her chest and head pressed into the mattress, her ass perched high in the air.

  Billy rubbed one of her cheeks in a little circle. His hand was so warm. Georgia moaned.

  “You made a wet spot on my clean sheets.” He slapped his hand on the underside of the cheek. Georgia blushed, feeling her buttocks jiggling as he spanked her again and again.

  Billy’s soft grunts of appreciation, though, took her from embarrassed to hornier than ever, and she pushed her ass up higher, whimpering.

  “I see this isn’t calming you down.” But he delivered a few more intense slaps.

  “I’m sorry,” she blubbered.

  He stopped, and Georgia twisted her neck to look at him. His arm was pulled back, his open palm ready to strike again, and when it connected with her stinging flesh, she screamed into the pillow.

  He got off the bed and pulled a basket from underneath it. Georgia shuddered, sniffling. Whenever Billy introduced props into a session, she ended up with welts.

  He placed two anal plugs on the sheets. One was small, the other nearly as large as his cock. Georgia’s eyes went wide.

  “Which size do you think would make it easier for you to concentrate? Tell the truth.”

  “The small one!”

  Billy smiled sadistically. “Faking being asleep isn’t the only thing you’re bad at,” he said as he tossed the small plug back into the basket. “Pull your knees to your chest.”

  Georgia did reluctantly. She felt strangely exposed and vulnerable, like she was at the doctor’s office. She whimpered as Billy twisted the cap off a tube of lube and squeezed a generous portion of transparent gel onto the large plug. He slowly spread the lube down the cone, all the way to the flared base.

  “It really is very thick, isn’t it?” he said. “The tip isn’t so bad, but I wouldn’t want to have to accommodate this monster.” He wedged the tip right into her ass.

  “You don’t have to do this, Billy,” Georgia whimpered.

  “But I do. It’s for your own good.” Billy smiled again, this time wide enough that his adorable dimples appeared. “Take a deep breath for me and let it out nice and slow.”

  “Oooooph,” Georgia said as Billy wiggled the plug into her. It burned something fierce, and she grabbed onto the sheets to stop from flying up off the bed.

  “Almost there…”

  Just when she thought she couldn’t bear it anymore, the pain suddenly eased.

  “All the way in. I’m going to twist it a few times to be sure the lube is well distributed.” He flicked the base of the plug, and the vibrations traveled up inside her. He turned it slowly until he was satisfied.

  The plug made her all achey and tingly inside. She liked feeling so full. Maybe she’d buy one to play with on her own time. “Is this thing supposed to make me less horny?” Her heart was beating fast, and it wouldn’t take but a whisper of stimulation to send her sailing over the edge.

  “Nope,” Billy said cryptically. “Turn over and pull your panties back up. Good. Now sleep.”

  She closed her eyes.

  “All that trouble and your pussy isn’t any calmer,” Billy said. “I was afraid of that.” He hardly sounded surprised. “Keep your flesh still.”

  He caught her nipple and twisted it. Georgia arched up. Her face was hot, her whole body flushed, and, oh, fuck, she was coming…

  “Naughty.” One of Billy’s hands fisted in her hair, and he shoved his erection all the way down her throat.

  Georgia’s eyes flew open.

  He eased back and tapped his glistening cock on her lips. “You think you’re the only one who can break the rules, Georgia?”

  But she was gently convulsing, moaning. “…Not trying… to… break the rules…” she gasped when he twisted her nipple again.

  “And yet you are breaking them, and I have to stay late to correct you.” He slammed into her mouth so violently that tears escaped her eyes. “There’s something awfully satisfying about fucking a horny, naughty girl like you. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’ve been coming to this job just to get serviced by my cock. Am I right? Are you coming here to get fucked?”

  He was kind enough to remove most of his dick from her throat so that she could squeak out a terrified “Yes, Billy.”

  “Thought so. You know what gave you away?”

  Because Billy had his hand in her hair, it was easy for him to make her shake her head no.

  “Your body.” He slid his cock down her throat. “The way your body grabs onto my dick whenever I’m in you. The way your pussy pulses whenever I’m around. Your hard nipples. The gallons of proof that your cunt is all slippery and ready for me.”

  He pulled out and seemed to fight for control of himself.

  “Is that all?” Georgia asked in her most innocent voice.

  A wicked gleam appeared in Billy’s eyes. “That’s just what I noticed in the first five minutes after we met. You want to know why there’s a plug in your ass?”

  He sat up and released Georgia’s head. She gratefully fell back onto the pillow. She was so confused… this wasn’t anything like their previous sessions.

  Billy opened the door and two men walked in. They were each as tall as Billy, but one was Asian and the other had blond hair and blue eyes. They wore Fantasy Playland bathrobes similar to the one that Georgia had borrowed during her audition.

  But they didn’t look like confused newbies. They seemed confident. And horny. A glance at the tented lower part of their robes confirmed her impression.

  She’d always fantasized about a threesome or even taking multiple men in quick succession. If the sexual amusement park had trouble finding Sleeping Ladies, all they needed was to mention that the training involved multiple hot guys. They’d have a line of applicants that stretched across the state.

  “Meet two of the other teachers, Masato and Sven,” Billy said, indicating first the Asian man, then the blond.

  Georgia licked her lips as Sven untied his bathrobe and slowly shrugged out of it. His body wasn’t as broad as Billy’s, but whose was? Because Sven had no body hair—at least there wasn’t
any that she could perceive by the weak firelight—Georgia was able to appreciate the masculine curves and planes of his chest and sculpted abs.

  His big cock, standing proudly at attention, looked so yummy that she found herself licking her lips again.

  Then Masato shed his bathrobe quickly and efficiently. He was every bit as hairless as Sven. Georgia checked out his equipment. She’d had blond partners, but never an Asian man. To her delight, the rumor that Asian men were smaller was completely unfounded. His cock was, in fact, nearly identical to Sven’s: long, thick and hard.

  To her horror, when she looked up, Masato was watching her. He shook his head slightly as if to express his disappointment. Georgia shrugged innocently. The guy couldn’t blame her for wondering!

  “Has she come?” Masato asked.

  “Unfortunately,” Billy said, pulling the covers up to her chin. She felt like she was being tucked in. “I plugged her with King Kong. That set her on the path to the point of no return.”

  “You’re joking,” Sven said with a frown. “And they want her for the Sleeping Ladies? Who the hell hired her?”

  “I could have gotten her in shape with enough training,” Billy said defensively. “We only had two days.”

  Sven whistled. “That sucks. She’s cute though. Really innocent looking.”

  “Tell me about it.” Billy shrugged. “It’ll take more than that to please the customers, though. She does try, kind of.”

  “Hey,” Georgia said. “She is right here and she doesn’t appreciate being talked about like she’s invisible. And I’d like to say that an orgasm when I’m not being touched isn’t a real orgasm.”

  “Did I mention that she’s a bit strong willed? On the other hand, she’s fun to fuck. Georgia, go to sleep.”

  Georgia almost glared at him before closing her eyes. Billy was going to learn that she could be the perfect Sleeping Lady. She was so angry at him that even the thought of his manly body pinning her down wasn’t enough to get her turned on.

  Except, when the image crossed her mind, she almost moaned. Damn it. She needed to think of something boring. What was boring? Grass growing. Enormous fields of bright green grass, growing slowly. She focused all her attention on counting the individual blades creeping their way out of the soil at an infinitesimally slow pace.