Dangerous Pleasures by Bertrice Small Page B

with Lars. I’ll tell him you need a stress treatment. It will be an hour and a half or more. I think that should get you back on your feet.” She handed the clipboard back to Devyn. “Set it up, and then wait for Annie in the living room. Close the door as you go out.” And when the young man had left them, Nora turned back to Annie. “You know, you could take Devyn to bed if you wanted. Our personal assistants are trained to give their ladies sexual pleasure if they want it. The Spa is set up to give full service.”
    “He’s a kid!” Annie said, just a little bit shocked.
    “He’s at his sexual peak,” Nora said, “and I happen to know he has a very talented cock. It’s perfectly all right to screw him if you want to between fantasies.”
    “I think I’ll stick with the fantasy for now,” Annie answered. And then she asked mischievously, “I wonder if Carole Kramer and Susie James have taken advantage of this full-service element of the Spa.”
    Nora laughed. “They were quick to figure it out, and yes, they did, although you did not hear it from me. Come on now. Get up and eat. You’ll feel much better if you do, I promise you.” She helped Annie from her bed.
    Annie did feel better after she had eaten, although she wasn’t certain whether it was the food or talking with Nora Buckley that had done it. She spent an hour outside in the August sunshine walking with Elise Van der Veer and Susie James. The young reporter from Chic turned out to be quite nice, and very amusing.
    “This is really a plum assignment for me,” she said. “I usually work out of the office, but my editor heard Carole Kramer was coming from Pampered Woman, and decided she wanted a younger take on the Spa for Chic .”
    “How will you explain all the amenities?” Elise Van der Veer asked wickedly.
    “Oh, we have code words for all kinds of stuff,” Susie answered with a grin. “Our readers are pretty hip.”
    What the hell code word could you possibly have for personal assistants who will fuck on demand? Annie wondered.
    She swam several laps in the Spa’s lap pool, and then joined the rest of the guests for aquacise. The personal assistants exercised with them in the water. Annie couldn’t help but notice that Devyn had great pecs and a cute ass. Afterward he escorted her to Lars. She lay on his massage table for close to two hours, and she had to admit that the aching in her nether regions was gone when he had finished with her. She had no idea what he had done or how he had accomplished this miracle, but he had. Annie thanked him, and Lars nodded his acknowledgment. After a long nap she joined the other guests for dinner, but she couldn’t help glancing at her watch now and again. So were most of the other women.
    “We’re going to be showing that wonderful old Audrey Hepburn movie Breakfast at Tiffany’s tonight in the lounge,” Nora announced brightly as they were finishing a heavenly chocolate dessert made from egg whites, dark chocolate, and sweetener.
    Only Carole Kramer and Elise Van der Veer seemed enthusiastic about the prospect.
    “I adored the clothing of that era,” Elise Van der Veer said. “So elegant, and so stylish. And Hepburn had a wonderful figure. Not like all these little anorexic girls today in the tacky clothing they seem to favor.”
    “I’ve never seen that movie,” Carole Kramer noted.
    “It’s a classic,” Elise Van der Veer remarked.
    “Maybe I’ll stay then,” Susie James said.
    But Annie and the other guests demurred, scattering to their own rooms as the tall clock in the central lobby struck eight p.m. She didn’t even bother to undress or brush her teeth. Annie flung herself onto the bed, grabbing up the remote as she did, and pressed the open/close button, and then A. The roar of the soldiers in the hall sent a thrill of excitement through her. She was flat upon her back, her legs spread wide, and the Beast was standing over her, releasing his great cock from his