Warning: Menagerie ahead. If you're not into that then don't read the book. Smut too. A whole lot of smut.

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It's all pointless, I swear. Lea thought as she withdrew the red dress she decided to wear for the party beach her neighbour was hosting.

Ever since they arrived at Panama, her bodyguards, especially Scarface, had been ignoring her like she was the plague itself. She even wore a two piece bikini to the beach and even dressed in tiny outfits, the guys didn't even bat an eyelid at her. Her flirting skills was also all futile. They were was boulders, and if Lea didn't get laid tonight, then she was going to go insane.

She was getting laid, bodyguards be damned.

Just as she made to pull the dress on, Knox came through the dressing room door like a tornado, so suddenly she didn’t even have a chance to be surprised. Their eyes locked in the mirror she faced, the slinky red dress just over her shoulders but not yet snug against her curves.

She felt heat in his glance and a flutter low in her belly in response.

“Sorry. I was told to come and get you for the party.” he said, looking more amused than embarrassed.

His eyes swept down her body,
lingering on her breasts, which were spilling out of a low-cut, black lace bra, then caressing the generous curve of her hips. She tugged the dress down smooth.

“I don't need a baby sitter.” Her voice was cool but her throat was tight. "But since you're here, you might as well be useful."

Knox was not tall, but well-muscled in a natural way, not overbuilt. Her eyes dwelled on his narrow hips, noting the growing bulge below his zipper with a little bit of awe and much appreciation.

The words tumbled of her lips before she could stop it. "Zip me?”

She expected him to rebuff her as usual and walk out of the room. But he surprised her by striding into the room until he was in front of her.

Knox grasped the zipper and pulled up, one hand resting on the top of her ass to keep Theresa taut and the zipper working smoothly. His hand moved excruciatingly slow; it was as if she could feel each tooth gliding into contact with the other, a joining that made a tiny echo of a vibration against her spine.

They were still eye-to-eye in the mirror and a smile grew on his face as the dress closed slowly and sinuously over her hips and waist.
He moved his hand from her ass to the tumble of bright red curls hanging a few inches below her shoulders. Sliding his hand underneath, he lifted her hair up out of the way.

Lea shuddered under his touch; the heat of his hand and rough callouses on his palm created a surge of desire that literally made her knees weak.

He seemed to consider the sight of her slender, vulnerable neck and the silken mass of hair in his hand for an eternity. Her nerves were on fire and her eyes were ravenous as
she watched him with fierce longing. At last he bent his head to touch his lips to the delicate skin of her neck.

The sensation rocked her; his kisses were tentative and soft. As she responded his mouth began to move more urgently and his hand dropped to her breasts, cradled in the red silk of the dress and black lace of her bra. His eyes were open, first meeting hers then dropping hungrily to the sight of her nipples upright below the fabric.

Lea had no patience for foreplay.

Reaching for his hips, she moaned softly at the discovery of the bulge between his legs and groped for his zipper. His hands were under the dress now, rough and soft at the same time.

Moving over the warm curves of her hips,cupping the cheeks of her ass, his restless fingers found the slight strip of lace that held up her thong and pushed it out of the way, creating a momentary surge of pressure against her clit that made her whole body shudder.

Getting his jeans open with difficulty, she freed his cock, thick and hot; just as she knew it would be. She held it tightly in her fist and hesitated, She wanted to fill her mouth with his dick, tongue the tender edge of the head against her lips, rake her nails across his buttocks.

She wanted to feel the heat of his cock inside her cunt, already throbbing in anticipation, dripping juices down her thighs at the mere thought of his prick thrusting deep inside.

Knox made the decision for her, shoving the dress roughly above her waist and, with a growl, lifted her just far enough to straddle him.

Without warning, he was inside of her, stretching the mouth of her cunt wide, the tip of his cock touching her deep secret places,
miraculously smooth and hard and hot. She began to come at once, helplessly out of control.

Muffling her cries against his neck, she suddenly felt savagely angry about her lack of control and bit him, hard, along the line of a delicate tattoo spanning his collarbone, a celtic design of blues and yellows and black. He responded to her passion with his own,holding her against the wall and driving his cock into her pussy, which was still pulsing with her orgasm.

His thrusts deep into her pussy were moving her hard against the wall and it felt good, but she realized the sheet rock was quivering. Her mind, ever inclined to roam toward the comedic, envis-ioned the two of them getting caught by the other bodyguards, not that they didn't know that she fancied him. She hurried to banish the thought and focused again on the delicious sensations below her waist.

He pulled out unexpectedly and she gasped at the sudden lack of pressure within her cunt.

Breathing hard, he took his cock roughly in his hand and rubbed it delicately over her clitoris. She shuddered and whimpered with the change in pace; goosebumps raced over her skin and her nipples, already hard, got harder still.

Knox was watching the interplay between his dick and her clit with a smug smile curving his full lips. Her cunt dripped juices, dropping unnoticed onto his jeans, still bunched around his legs.

The pressure on her clit was exquisite; paradoxically, she wished for his hard, hot dick to fill her at the same time. But combining the two sensations took great finesse and usually, she thought, a prone position.

As if reading her mind, he bent his knees and crouched lower, grabbing her ass with both hands and now driving his dick up into her pussy. He pulled each of her long legs off the floor and placed them on his shoulders. The new angle of penetration was devastatingly
effective and she began to come again, her moans of pleasure rising and filing the room and she was sure that anyone standing or passing by the door could hear her. But she didn't care.

Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back, but the Knox’s eyes were open and focused on a barely discernible hole drilled into the white door just at eye level. He thought he detected the faint gleam of an eye pressed tight to the hole and smiled before he, too, surrendered to the sensations that threatened to overtake him and came,shuddering violently.

“That dress looks good on you,” he said after catching his breath and pulling up his pants.

He tweaked her nipple lightly, kissed her hard on the mouth, and left.

Lea cursed when she realized she was still zippered snugly in the dress. Twisting in vain to reach the top of the zipper, she didn’t notice the door to the dressing room opening quietly. She smiled when she turned to see the Kia person standing barely a foot away.

“Hi, love,” she said. “Did you enjoy the show?”

He nodded, his eyes gleaming hot. He was wearing dark jeans, a t-shirt stretched tight across his torso
and a respectable bulge in his jeans. “I brought these,” he said, offering her a pair of strappy, high-heeled sandals.

“We’ll probably need them." She turned away from him and, saucy, bent from the waist to slip the straps over her feet, balancing herself on the heels. When she bent over, the dress rode up, exposing the two plump globes of her ass and the lace of her thong, twisted and wet, stretched between
them.

The sight made his dick throb harder, and he reached both hands to cup her ass before letting the fingers of his left hand slide down the crack of her ass and up to her pussy, wet and slick with her own juices and the cum of Knox.

“Bend over the chair,” he muttered gruffly.

Lea complied quickly and her ass, lifted by the high stiletto heels of the sandals, was exposed to his questing fingers.

He snapped the thin strap of her thong with a quick jerk and let it drop to the floor.

“Buy you more later,” he said silkily.
He played with her clit and slid his fingers in and out while he fumbled one-handed with his jeans. His dick came free and without pausing he slid it into her eager pussy, his
groan of satisfaction echoing hers.
She heard another moan, softer, and turned her head to stare at the doorway.  It was hard to tell, but she thought she saw Manuel looking back at her, and that made her more excited still. She ran her tongue over her lips and bucked a little harder as Kia thrust hard into her cunt.

They built up a rhythm that quickly brought her just to the edge of an orgasm. They had fucked so many times, in so many different ways, that he was exquisitely tuned to her
erotic cues. He knew her sighs, recognized the subtle twist of her head or angle of her hips; in a wonderfully cruel way, he would sometimes stop just as her whole body found release in wave after wave of pleasure.

Just before she came this time, he pulled his long cock out, both of them panting hard. If they cared to listen, the echo of their breathing
pattern could be heard from the doorway.

“Ah,” she moaned softly in protest.

She was so close, she could almost talk herself into coming. But that throbbing, aching sensation just on the edge of orgasm felt good in a
different way. Excited and eager, she did not protest when Kia pushed softly down on her
shoulders.

On her knees, she thrust his jeans down to the floor, admiring the long smooth leg muscles of the one long-distance runner turned bodyguard.

One finger trailed down the inside of his thigh, making him quiver. Her other hand ran quickly, softly, over the tender skin of his ass. She looked up at him. His eyes were
closed, his expression vulnerable, taut with desire.

At first she only tongued his cock, teasing first the head and the shaft with feather-quick strokes of her wet tongue. He tasted deliciously of her, salty and hot. Then her mouth
reached further, down to his balls, and she slipped first one, then the other, into her mouth and pulled at it gently with her tongue.

Kia groaned and his knees quivered slightly. Now she moved her tongue back up the shaft of his cock and took the head into her mouth, sheathing her teeth with her lips.

She moved her head up and down, her tongue running across the sensitive edge of the head as her hot mouth enclosed the shaft. Now he moved his hips, needing his cock to be in the warmth of her, feeling the rhythm expand to encompass his whole body.

Both of her hands grasped his ass now. She moved one hand to cup his balls, and he rested his hand on the top of her head, his eyes still closed. She slipped a finger into his
ass, and his cock exploded with a startling suddenness. He pumped his come into her mouth with another groan, until a silky strand slipped from the corner of her lips.

She smiled and licked it clean.
The door to the dressing room softly clicked open.

Lea felt warm fingers grasp the top of her zipper. Still unfulfilled, so close to an orgasm, the gentle touch sent waves of desire pulsing down her body. She stood up and turned, and the little red dress fell in a splash of color around her feet.

Manuel was standing in front of her, his eyes gleamed with barely concealed lust. His penis was rigid, his mouth soft. As they kissed, his
hands were exploring the swells and dips of her body, so different from his own.

Her skin was soft, smooth, unblemished except for a heart-shaped mole on the inside of
her upper right thigh. Her skin yielded to the firm pressure of his hands, giving back heat. The mounds of her breasts were softer still, delicately veined in blue. Her nipples were still erect, inviting his fingers and his tongue. Her abdomen sloped gently to the
mound covering her cunt, and that is where his fingers inevitably wandered.

The throbbing heat of his dick pressed hard against her belly, a promise of release.

She was unbearably excited, her pussy open and pulsing with wetness. She wanted his cock inside of her now, and she struggled to maneuver the connection without taking her mouth off his.

Like magic, she felt a second pair of hands raising her up. Murdoch.  His
hands cupped her ass and lifted her onto the Manuel's stiff penis. As she wrapped her legs around Murdoch waist, her head fell back in abandon. His cock, thicker than she was accustomed to, roughly brushed her clit each time he pulled back for another thrust.

It only took a few thrusts. The skin all over her body was electrified, hypersensitive to the heat and texture of all four hands on her body. She collapsed into the embrace of both men as she drowned in the sensation of her orgasm, gasping and crying out in ecstasy.

Just as she was beginning to recover her composure, there was a tentative tap on the door. Both Knox and Kia stepped into the room, their penis' as hard as rocks. The other two men still holding her grinned down at her.

Lea let her head fall back with a groan.