Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... eyes on her. She tried her best to ignore it as she squeezed out past him. He caught her hand. She looked back.

“How about that tour?”

“Tour, yeah. Okay,” she said, relieved.

He walked her to the room she’d come to earlier. He allowed her to look inside. “And what is this room?” she asked, stepping into the smaller dark cabin.

“You asked before if I was missed when I left. I have security feeds to all my entertainment rooms in Vegas.”

“Cool. So you can keep tabs on it even when you’re on your yacht.”

“Have to. The city never sleeps and neither does my business.” Aiden softly closed the door behind him. “Have a seat.”

Daisy sat down at the controls. He walked over and flipped several switches. The casinos came on. She recognized several of the game rooms. She saw it all on the twenty screens before her. “This is amazing.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Aiden checked his watch. He looked back at Daisy, who was pointing out various people on the monitors. “Well, maybe we should go,” he said, stepping over to screens he hadn’t turned on. She looked over at him and frowned.

“What are those monitors for?”

“These?”

“Yeah.”

“I have a club downtown. You don’t want to see it.”

“Why not? What kind of club?”

“A gentleman’s club.”

Daisy nose wrinkled. “Eeewl. You right, I don’t want to see it,” she laughed.

“Maybe I should check to see if everything’s okay. I have more drama there than in the casinos.”

Daisy shrugged. She looked ...

... back to the casino monitors. He flipped the next set of switches one by one. The dancers were doing their thing. He pressed the button to where Andy was and found them. “Isn’t that Pete?” he asked.

Daisy looked over. “Huh?”

“Guy here, he looks like your fella.”

Daisy rose from her seat. She walked over and squinted. Andy was rubbing her body up and down his. Her hair and face was in the way. All that could be seen was his hands up and down her back. “That’s not my Pete,” smirked Daisy. But when her eyes returned to the monitor, her protest stopped.

***

Pete flipped Andy over on the sofa and forced her thighs apart with his own. Andy threw her leg up and hooked it over his hip, trying to help him out of his shirt, as she trailed kisses to his neck and shoulder.

***

“Pete?” Daisy gasped.

“Is that him?” Aiden asked, watching her face.

“What is that?” Daisy demanded. She backed into the chair behind her.

Aiden flipped the switch and turned the monitor off. “Are you okay?”

“Did you do that? Did you make that happen?” Daisy asked, her bottom lip trembling.

“Of course not. How could I make that happen?”

Daisy put her hands to her head. “I want to go. Take me back to Vegas,” she said, trying not to cry. She ran for the door.

“Wait! Wait,” said Aiden, taking her by the hand. She burst into tears and he pulled her to him. “I’m sorry, Daisy. I am.”

***

Andy fiddled with his buckle, trying to free him from his pants. Despite the fog he was in, ...