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morning in an Athens spa. His trembling fingers don’t try to delve me.
    A beeping noise from a white box atop his wheelchair speeds up. A point of light zigzags across a monitor, leaving a streak of sharp peaks and valleys. Behind the chair, a few steps away in a shadowed recess beside the bar, a nurse in a white uniform watches anxiously. Maybe I’m supposed to fuck her. But it’s him she’s watching.
    I tell my hotshot, “You’re making me feel good.” It’s a lie I know how to tell. The shaking of his hand lessens. The beeping slows.
    I ask, “Will you take me to the glass room?”
    We move together toward the beaded curtain, him with one hand on my ass and the other on the controls to his chair. I play my finger over the sparse streaks of black-dyed hair plastered to his skull. His mottled skin looks cold, but he’s as warm as any living man.
    There are two glass rooms. One is furnished with a bed. The other is equipped with a white table filled with medicine bottles and an IV stand with a bag of some potent liquid hanging ready. An etched glass nameplate on the transparent door to the bedroom says Raven.
    My hotshot says, “Go ahead, dear.”
    I step in the bedroom, naked except for the paint on my face and the shoes stretching my legs. Everything feels familiar. No doubt cameras are watching the bed.
    My hotshot surrenders his mobility to the nurse who takes the handles of his chair. She wheels him in the next room and attaches him to the IV. In the brighter lights of these rooms I see how his chest looks too square beneath his pleated white shirt, as if his bones carry no flesh. His eyes are lively. The rest of him is ancient and decrepit.
    His gaze moves away from me to the doorway behind my back. I turn to meet whoever he’s watching. The man who comes to take me is dressed in white slacks and a white vest over a bare torso. His body is young, slim, and well muscled. I think maybe he’s the crewman who lugged my bags, until I see his face.
    My skin creeps. My smile fights to stay in place. If my heart was linked to my hotshot’s monitor, the beeper would be screaming. The man who’s come to take me is my office assistant, Roberto.

Chapter Fourteen Under Roberto
    Does he know me? His eyes aren’t searching for mine. They’re watching his hands roam my body. His to paw and stroke are my arms, ass, and belly. He squeezes my boobs and thumbs my nipples. I wrap my arms around his neck, press my bare cunt against the crotch of his pants, and send my lips searching across his face.
    His tongue parts my teeth and finds mine. One of his hands leaves my breast, travels the curve of my chest and hip, and grabs my cunt. I sway my hips and speed my tongue. His finger plays through me.
    I glance to the next room. The hotshot who’s paying the bill watches intently. His nurse stands beside his wheelchair and concentrates on the monitor attached to his heart. Roberto’s eyes are open. They’ve followed mine. He takes his lips from my mouth and says, “Come on, bitch.”
    I unbutton his vest and run my hands over his firm bare chest. My smile makes promises soon to be kept. I deal with his belt and zipper and wrap my fingers around his hot, hard cock.
    He tells me, “Go down.”
    I kneel at his feet, take off his shoes and socks, kiss his sweaty toes, and run my hands up his slender, dark-haired legs. My lips follow. My first cock kiss touches the underside, below his knob. His grunt sounds pleased.
    My mouth roams his cock and balls, kissing, licking, sucking. My tongue twirls over the rim of his knob. I take his all his cock down my throat. My hands caress his balls and his ass. He pets my hair and holds my head.
    I look up to his face, terrified of seeing recognition. He’s filled with the lust of a man taking total possession of a woman. It’s a look I’m used to. His legs stiffen. I wait to swallow a load of his cum.
    He says, “On the bed, bitch.” His voice strains with the effort he’s making to