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  Billy finished with his discussion. He looked up, and their eyes locked across the room. He stared at her the way she imagined a lion stared at a lioness that he intended to mount. The look said, “I will fuck you because you are mine.”

  And caught in his viselike stare, all she could do was freeze.

  The memory of him taking her on the stairs returned. Billy was a man accustomed to fucking women the way it pleased him. Sure, he made certain that the woman enjoyed it, too, but he was always in charge. Just like when he’d fucked her last night, gotten her off, then ordered her to leave him alone like she was a pesky girl with a crush.

  The man with the clipboard said, “It’s time.”

  Billy nodded once. He strode to Georgia and took her hand. He was warm and solid. His confidence seemed to flow into her. She was still terrified, but as long as he was touching her, she knew it would be ok.

  They walked to the middle of the stage, and the curtains were whisked back. The room hushed. Hundreds of pairs of eyes stared at her, and bright lights shone into her eyes.

  Billy squeezed her hand, then led her forward. A smallish bed sat atop a round platform. Georgia was pretty sure that the platform would rotate as necessary.

  The bed was covered in red satin sheets and pillows. It could have been tacky, but the shade of red—deep, like roses—was surprisingly romantic.

  “Welcome, friends,” Billy said. His low, deep voice resonated throughout the theater. “As you can see, I don’t have a microphone…” he paused while people laughed. “So please keep as quiet as possible. Most of you don’t know my companion, Georgia.”

  She almost wrinkled her nose. Companion? It sounded so formal.

  “While I’ve performed many times, this is her first exhibition.”

  A spontaneous round of applause had Georgia fighting a smile. She hadn’t expected to enjoy being the center of attention, but she did. Billy turned to her and said in a lowered voice, “Please get on the bed. Arrange yourself like for Sleeping Lady at your audition.” He winked devilishly.

  She nodded. She understood what he was going for; he meant for her to act like she was nervous. She walked to the bed, stepped out of the heels and laid on top of the sheet. It was cool on her skin, which made a nice contrast with the hot lights. She reclined, folded her arms over her chest and crossed her legs at the ankle.

  “Of course everyone here has mastered the art of bringing women to unimaginable heights of pleasure.” Another round of laughter and hooting. “Georgia is special. She’s very responsive. But she’s had Sleeping Lady training, and so she’s going to play the part of an anxious partner. I’m not going to give Georgia any orders. She’s only going to react. Watch for now, and in a few minutes I’ll discuss what happened.”

  Billy approached her. She looked up into his gorgeous, mis-matched eyes. If he was nervous, he didn’t show it. He lowered himself onto the bed without fear or hesitation.

  His eyes stayed on hers, a small smile touching the corners of his mouth. His hand came up and gently touched the side of her face. He lifted her chin slightly and stroked his thumb along her cheek.

  This was completely unlike any way they’d interacted before. When he’d been her trainer, he had been trying not to connect with her, and the night before had been all raw sex.

  Now it felt like he was looking into her soul.

  She didn’t have to pretend to be nervous because she suddenly was, and it had nothing to do with the spectators. She felt exposed. Vulnerable. She felt like if she let him fuck her, she’d be exposed to the sort of agony she’d experienced that morning when she imagined him with someone else. She didn’t want to feel that way.

  He moved closer, but he stayed to the side of her, his thumb still caressing her cheek very slowly. He dragged it down until it was at the corner of her mouth, then pressed a little.

  She felt her lips open slightly. Billy’s full mouth curved up briefly in a small smile, then he leaned in and gently tasted her.

  She stiffened. She hated feeling vulnerable and horny at the same time. It was just a kiss, but it was bringing up emotions she didn’t understand. Billy pulled back, and she relaxed. She laughed a little, feeling silly, and moistened her lips. She wanted more. He kissed her again, this time taking her face in both his hands, all the while leaning on one elbow. This kiss was stronger. He’d received permission, and he was taking what he wanted.

  She felt herself yielding to him. She gave up trying to understand what he was doing and just let him do it. He stroked her waist, then her stomach, his hand moving toward her panties, then sliding up and circling her breast.

  She uncrossed her arms, and Billy rewarded her with a deep kiss that had her arching off the bed and moaning. She suddenly realized what he was doing: teasing her, pulling back when she didn’t comply and rewarding her when she did.

  Resentment prickled her. Did he really think women were so easy? Touch them here, then there until they opened their legs like robots?

  A strange perverse stubbornness pulled her out of the moment. She opened her eyes and glared at him.

  Billy pulled back. She’d expected him to look surprised. Instead, he smiled with a small nod.

  Fuck.

  It was on. He knew she was pissed, and he was going to seduce her regardless of the fact that she was annoyed at him. Well, he was welcome to try. She cooly folded her arms.

  She expected him to continue, but instead he stood and addressed the audience. “Who can tell me what just happened?”

  “You kissed her, she got into it, then she freaked out,” someone yelled.

  Freaked out? Georgia scowled.

  “That’s very common among sensitive women,” Billy said. “With a sensitive woman, unless you’re in and out in thirty seconds, you’re not going to get from beginning to end without her rational mind stepping in at least once. You want it to happen early.”

  “Why?” someone called out.

  “Think about it. If she freezes when you’re both naked, but you talk her into it anyway, you’ve actually failed. Sure, you might get into her pants, but now you’re the guy who pressured her into bad sex. You don’t want to be that guy. So the earlier she deals with her doubts, the better.”

  “What if she decides she doesn’t want it?”

  Billy’s face went stony. “Then you act like a man, put your clothes on and go the fuck home. If your mission in life is to fuck as many women as possible, why attend a seminar on how to be a better lover? There are hundreds of gorgeous women throughout the park, and they’ll be happy to make you feel like a god. In here, however, it’s about honesty.” He turned to Georgia. “How do you feel? The truth?”

  “Annoyed.” She wasn’t trying to be funny, but people laughed. Strangely, talking about her feelings in front of all the strangers was a lot easier than she would have guessed.

  “What else?”

  “Confused.”

  “Why?”

  “This is really intimate. Anonymous sex is one thing, and it’s easy. But when it’s really connected…” She trailed off and shrugged.

  “When it’s connected, it feeds into a whole bunch of different emotions.” He turned back to the audience. “If you want to give her a great orgasm, you need to engage her brain as well as her body. When a woman is willing to put a little extra oomph into the blow job she gives you, to act like yours is the most irresistible cock in the world and that no man will ever satisfy her again, that’s her feeding your fantasy. You must fulfill her fantasies as well.”

  He returned to the bed and kissed her again, this time forcefully, not asking for permission. She tried to just be a lump of cold clay. But he was closer to her this time. The heat radiated off his body, warming her as he stroked her. There was a damned good reason she’d failed as a Sleeping Lady, and Billy knew how to play her body like his own personal instrument.

  He was fast forwarding through all the give and take, past the ‘maybe’s and the ‘I’m not sure’s. She didn’t even
notice when her legs uncrossed. One moment he was kissing her, stoking the fire inside her, the next she was trembling, her panties down around her knees while she pulsed her hips toward his hand, seeking out the orgasm that his fingers denied her.

  One of his muscular thighs laid across her spread legs, holding her open. He moved his hand so that his finger was poised right over her slit. He was still wearing the towel.

  “Good girl,” he whispered. He turned and stood, and Georgia let her head fall back on the pillow, frustrated. “Let’s discuss what happened.” He launched into an analysis of foreplay and timing.

  Georgia shifted so that she could stare at him. Those impossibly wide shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, then flared out into powerful thighs. If she had magic powers, she would make that towel disappear. The audience could stay; she rather liked being watched.

  “Thank you all for coming,” Billy said. The room erupted in applause.

  “Wait,” someone screamed out. “You didn’t make her come.”

  “She deserves to come!”

  The whole room took up the chant, and Georgia burst out laughing. Where were these people when she was suffering through her training?

  With a formal little bow, Billy turned back toward her, that predatory look in his eyes. Georgia shivered.

  “Come here.”

  She sat up, pulled up her panties, slipped on the heels and joined him. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her onto his rock-hard thigh. The pressure on her clit felt amazing, and damn, the way he smelled made her pant. He moved her up and down on him and Georgia wrapped one of her legs around his waist.

  “I’ve got you,” he said.

  She tipped her head back and closed her eyes. She was so close… Billy moved his leg, and his thigh flexed underneath her. She gasped as the orgasm took her, and she tightened her leg around him.

  It was a good thing he held her firmly, because she lost the ability to hold herself up. If he’d been any less solid, she probably would have knocked them both onto the wooden floor. But he was unmovable.

  “Look at me,” he whispered.

  She looked up into his gorgeous, mysterious eyes. He saw how close she was to another orgasm, and he moved her, helping her hump his leg like the horny little slut she was. God, she loved what he did to her. When she finally sagged in his arms, spent, Billy pulled her even closer and kissed her.

  “Beautiful,” he said. She glanced down and saw that the towel was sticking straight out. She couldn’t keep the triumphant smile off her face.

  “No hands, mouth or cock needed,” Billy said to the audience. “That’s the power of good foreplay.” He took a bow, his arm still holding her on him, and Georgia dug her fingers into his biceps, sure she was going to end up on the floor. She needn’t have worried. When Billy said he had her, he meant it.

  And that only made him hotter.

  She unhooked the leg around his waist with a contented sigh, and Billy lowered her to the floor. She turned to face the ecstatic crowd, her mind reeling. Billy. She’d never met a man so full of surprises.

  They bowed a few times. “Ok, that’s enough,” Billy finally growled. People laughed. Most of the audience turned toward exits, but the well-dressed group from the front row approached the stage.

  “It’s over? That wasn’t very long,” Georgia said. “I don’t understand.”

  “This session was just to see if it would work. That was part of the foreplay lecture. There’s a whole range that Sebastien and I worked out this morning. We’ll cover everything from foreplay to sex toys to edge play and more.” He hopped off the stage, then turned and swung Georgia down.

  An older man slapped Billy on the shoulder. “Excellent, William. We should have added something like this years ago.” Georgia wasn’t an expert, but the man’s suit looked expensive.

  “Thanks, Horace.” Billy cleared his throat. “You all might want to take a step back. I have something to attend to.” He grabbed Georgia’s hand and pulled her toward the first row of chairs. “Grab the seat’s arms,” he ordered.

  She bent over and took hold of the skinny wooden arms, then looked over her shoulder. Horace and the other well-dressed partners were all paying attention now. They had hungry, expectant looks in their eyes.

  Billy pulled off the towel and tossed it aside. His cock was so engorged that it had a purplish tint. Her eyes went wide. “You’re not going to fuck me here!”

  “I am.” He ripped her panties off—the lovely panties that she’d wanted to borrow—and shoved her shoulders down. “I said hold on.”

  His cock bobbed like a dowsing rod that had scented water. He gripped his thick erection in one fist and directed it to her cunt. With one thrust, he was in her. He barely rocked back before slamming forward again, raising her up onto her toes.

  “Hold on, woman.” He grabbed her hips, held her steady in place, and began drilling hard into her. He looked like a god, like a sculpture come to life. He sank his fingers into her soft buttocks and arched away from her, his broad chest flexing with each thrust.

  The circle of people watching faded from her awareness. When Billy fucked her doggy style, the entire world ceased to exist. She finally gave up trying to watch him over her shoulder. He fucked her so intensely that she had to use most of her energy to keep him from pulling her away from the chairs.

  Billy made a noise halfway between a growl and a groan, and her cunt started to spasm. She was going to come. There wasn’t anything sexier than Billy losing his carefully constructed control.

  “Fuck me,” Georgia wailed in a high voice as she came. Her pussy squeezed hard around him, choking his fat cock. Billy smacked her ass and pounded harder. His large, heavy balls slammed into her excited clit with each thrust. Cream was running down the inside of her thighs. She’d have to remember to be embarrassed later. Maybe. It wasn’t like Billy didn’t know that if he fucked her, she was gonna drip everywhere. She came again.

  He leaned forward, covering her body with his. His hand landed over hers. His skin was cool with perspiration. She arched her back, tilting her ass up toward him.

  His other hand cupped one of her breasts. She filled his hand and spilled out—more than enough to make him happy, she was sure.

  He suddenly pushed at the back of her neck, forcing her head down and her ass up even higher. It wasn’t comfortable, but it was what he wanted.

  He slapped her ass, then reached around and tapped her clit. He wanted her to beg.

  “Yes, please, do my clit while I come again.” She was relieved when, instead of torturing her, he rubbed her exactly the way she liked. He was thrusting hard and fast.

  “Come. Now.”

  She moaned, her body bucking wildly. Billy pushed harder on her neck, holding her still, and he leaned back and came. She felt his cock jerking and spasming inside her as he came. That’s why she loved his thick shaft—she could discern every intimate movement.

  He withdrew slowly, letting her regret each receding inch. Sadistic man. He knew how to push her buttons. He’d made a study out of satisfying her while making her hungry all over again.

  He picked up his towel and wrapped it around his waist, then smoothed back his hair. Civilized again, like he hadn’t just fucked her in front of these people. Georgia shook her head. Amazing.

  “So what did you think of the presentation?”

  “I think I’m buying myself a white frilly thing on the way home,” one of the women said. “Don’t suppose you like threesomes, Georgia?”

  Georgia clenched her pussy and straightened. The last thing she needed was all of Billy’s semen running down her legs, though of course it did anyway. Why’d he have to shred her panties? It was hard to have a conversation like that, but no one seemed to notice. “I never had a threesome. Well, not really.”

  She glanced at Billy. He was watching her, curious.

  “I don’t think that’s what I’m looking for right now,” she said. Her ears burned.

  Sebastien w
alked up and cleared his throat. “Now that the obligatory pickup attempt is out of the way, let’s talk about the show. Is it a go? Show of hands. Good. I vote yes, too,” said Sebastien. “And I’m reasonably certain my co-owner is in favor.”

  The elderly man—Horace?—elbowed Billy. “I bet he does.”

  A flash of red caught Georgia’s eye. It was Prussia coming toward her with another glass of lemonade.

  Inspiration struck Georgia. “Can I make a request?” She didn’t know who to address it to, so she appealed to Sebastien. Maybe he had to get partner approval, but he was the owner. “Having Prussia’s help was a real comfort today. I don’t think I could do it without her. Or someone like her if Prussia isn’t available,” she added when she noticed Prussia’s surprised expression.

  Sebastien raised an eyebrow and turned, following Georgia’s gaze. “I don’t see why not. If Prussia is willing.”

  One of the women snapped her ring-covered fingers. “Since we’re all here, can we skip this evening’s dinner and vote on the water park extension?”

  “Oh, geez,” another of the women groaned.

  Georgia left the group and accepted the lemonade. “I didn’t mean to put you on the spot. If you don’t want to do it—”

  “Are you kidding? Elaine is driving me batty. Think I can get a raise? My car’s transmission is going.”

  “I’ll ask.” Georgia motioned for Prussia to come closer. “So, since I’m working here again, if management found out that I, um, theoretically spent a night with Billy…”

  Prussia rolled her eyes. “That cat is not only out of the bag, it’s been running up and down the street all day. Everyone knows.”

  “How?”

  “People love their gossip. Speaking of, you’re never going to believe what I found out. When I was making the phone calls… gosh, I shouldn’t tell anyone this. I almost told you earlier but didn’t want to distract you before the show. I shouldn’t tell you, but now I guess I have to. Right?” She took a deep breath. “Billy is—”

  “Standing right behind you,” he snarled. “Prussia, they’re doing the monthly meeting in the green room. Go take minutes.”