WICKED WAGER AMONG FRIENDS ““ Tales From Lucifer’s Lair

Cassandre Dayne

Hello everyone ““ very happy to be with you today and to introduce you to my upcoming contemporary erotic novella from Rebel Ink Press. I tend to write with a little humor infused in my pieces and this is no exception. I also write in several genres using several pseudonyms, and I had an idea of crossing two of them. I have created a naughty little world in a bar and restaurant called the Flamingo Rustler. Lucifer’s Lair happens to the dark man cave nestled in the back of the joint. It’s meant for men only but women tend to be a part of it all the time. The legend goes that it was once a Harley biker bar and the new owner decided to keep the location in reverence to the previous owner. All things very naughty happen in the sultry location.

This is the first truly naughty tale that comes from the darkened boughs of the Lair. There are two more already finished and will be coming your way in upcoming months. I truly enjoyed writing the campy side of these characters as they learn to trust each other in a very different way. What would you do if there was someone you adored and he or she simply didn’t see you that way? Would you try a wicked wager perhaps and enter into a game of pool or a card game? What if you lost? Then again, what if you won? This is exactly what our saucy little heroine, Veronica faced when she decided to turn up the heat and attempted to get Travis to take a taste of her. Sadly, there was one little problem and one that could destroy her friendship. Could she take the gamble? Here’s the legend of the Rustler and then a little taste of Wicked Wager.

Synopsis

Veronica Spelling was used to getting what she wanted, but not with men. She had long desired her best friend, Travis Hunter, for years. Golden, masculine and perfect, her mouth watered for him. And while they had admitted their kinky proclivities over long nights and tasty margaritas, he had never indulged. So she decided to take
matters into her own hands and kick up the heat one wild night, suggesting a wicked little wager of pool. The prize? If she ended up the winner then she would receive her most heavenly desired wish, to be taken in the ass by a man for the first time. If he did, then she would become his sex slave for twenty-four luscious hours.

The only problem? He was decidedly gay, had only been with a woman once and was in a casual relationship with their mutual friend, Jonathan. Then there was that itching little problem of whether he could get it up or not. Against the odds, Travis finally determined his true feelings about the luscious vixen and won the bet. During those twenty-four hours, he fulfilled her most erotic fantasies. As morning dawned and reality set in, the question about Jonathan’s acceptance settled into their reality, and Veronica was left with a haunted feeling. Unsure of what to say, they left each other without further words. Could their combined friendship survive the blatant sensual act or would their entire world be turned upside down forever?

THE LEGEND OF THE FLAMINGO RUSTLER

Mick St. Simon was a lonely and hardened man. Fresh from the horrors of World War II and his heart having been broken by the woman of his dreams, he moved to the United States from his native Australia. Prepared to become an accountant, he chose instead on a whim to purchase the seedy pub at the end of the street. Turning it into Mick’s Burgers, his Big Mick’s burger and fries became an instant hit.

The entire establishment flourished, that is until the golden arches entered the picture. The big wig operation threatened law suits galore and squeezed him bloody dry. He needed a change desperately.  As the era of drugs and wild sex took hold, he leased his shop and moved to San Francisco, taking up residence with a hot blond stripper and a Harley. As the days became endless nights of wanton sex and psychedelic drugs, he knew his future was at stake.

Finally leaving the hedonistic life for the sanctity of his burger joint, he found it in complete disrepair. As his disillusionment for the Vietnam war held his mind and his love for bikes grasped his soul, he turned the joint into a biker bar, and the Flamingo Rustler was born. Years later, he learned of a single heir. His namesake, Mick St. Simons, was an ostrich farmer in the wastelands near Melbourne and the only man he knew that could carry on his dream. And so, he willed his bar to his grandson, Mick.

Sadly, succumbing to his injuries suffered in a horrific accident on a Harley trip with his best friends at 78, the will called out to Mick in his home country. The place left to him, the only caveat was that he had to own the establishment for five full years. Young Mick, a rogue by reputation, knew what to do. Bikers no more, he changed the place into a neighborhood bar and grill adding a man cave, Lucifer’s Lair, in reverence to his grandfather. Many a tale could be told from the saucy darkened bar and hence the name…Tales from Lucifer’s Lair.

Here’s just a little taste”¦

Travis Hunter blinked several times as his mouth gaped open. “What?”

Okay, so Veronica was more than a little surprised that Travis was completely shocked by her blatant words. His shock-laden eyes bore a hole through her and that wasn’t his personality at all. No, Travis was normally an adventurer so honestly she’d anticipated a bit more of a reaction than the human version of an Alaskan freezer pop.

They’d been friends, best of friends, and nothing else for eight years. Never in all that time had she attempted to seduce him. Never. During their friendship they’d teased each other relentlessly about enjoying a night or a weekend together. Somehow she knew that while they were both serious to some degree, their sensuous actions and heated words were generally nothing more than simple jesting. It was
only recently that the flirtations had changed, becoming more frequent and sexually charged. Veronica had long suspected Travis felt he was missing something in his relationships, so at this point she had turned on her sexiest style and started dropping nefarious little hints. One night after several margaritas, Veronica confessed certain cravings to him without ever using Travis’ name.

That’s when her fantasies kicked into overdrive and she knew she yearned to take their relationship a step further. No matter how hard she tried, Veronica couldn’t broach the subject with him. Damn her conservative upbringing! Yet her dreams were laced in vivid colors about what she wanted and every one of them included Travis. She shivered thinking about how she would slide her hot pink vibrator inside her molten pussy almost every night praying the thick toy was his juicy cock. But it had taken her a full six months to work up the nerve to hit on him. That and three tall margaritas.

“Here love. Take the towel. I think we’ll be carting him out in a wheelbarrow later.” Lucifer eyed Travis with clear disdain and handed her a bar towel.

She laughed and rubbed Lucifer’s shoulder. The gruff but lovable man was the inspiration for the spicy little club meant for guys only. And he happened to be the restaurant’s fabulous chef. Veronica was only allowed in because of their friendship. Lucifer was a sweet guy with a crotchety attitude, but he had her best interests at heart. Lucifer had hit on her more than once and even though she’d turned him down, he’d taken it better than she would have thought given his overall surly attitude. After that, she was his right hand girl friend and earned the right to enter the exclusive club whenever she liked. “Stop. Don’t be your usual challenging self.”

“Challenging?” Lucifer grumbled. “I think you have enough of a challenge on your hands to last a lifetime. Good luck little Miss.”

She pushed him away and placed her hands on her hips, giving Travis a sultry look. “What do you say big boy?”

The little muscle surrounding Travis’ jaw twitched. Tilting back his shoulders, he gulped the rest of his drink. “What did you just say?”

“You really want me to repeat it?”

“Oh hell, I think we all do little lady.”

Veronica fought a grin as she stared at the hungry man. Victor was a regular and a friend of Lucifer’s. Standing six foot eight, he was the epitome of a biker dude, complete with black jeans and tattoos riding both massive arms. The leather vest was the kicker. He had dangerous down to perfection, but his midnight blue eyes twinkled in her direction.

Travis glared at him. “The lady’s with me.”

“Then you need to give her some respect,” Victor growled, flexing his hands open and closed.

Just who is Cassandre? I’m a writer at heart but I also own two companies with my husband and love my two golden retrievers, Goldie Hawn and MacGyver to death. I write very quickly and as I mentioned, I write under my real name, Bethany Halle and two others as well. I also host two radio shows on Robin Falls Red River Radio as Bethany highlighting writers in the erotic romance genre and the worlds of fantasy/paranormal/science fiction. Rebel Ink Press has become a new family and I am proud to be a part of their growing team. You’ll see several more stories, novellas and novels coming out in the upcoming months. I love this little piece and hope you do as well!!

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