Page 111 of Going for Gold (Sweet Cravings 3)

"Holy shit," said Rodrigo. "That girl really knows how to fuck."

"Hey," said Giovanna, pointing at the 80 inch TV on the wall. "I think it's coming back on."

I immediately turned my attention to the TV.

"We do apologize for the technical difficulties, but I'm hearing that everything is sorted out now. In just a second we'll take you back out to the tiebreaker. The announcer disappeared and was replaced with a live feed of all the participants on stage. Alina had a towel wrapped around herself and was wiping something off her face with part of it.

Rodrigo grabbed his laptop and brought it over to the couch. Giovanna scooted over to make room for him and I slid into the seat beside him. All of our stares were glued to the TV, eagerly awaiting the scores of the judges.

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"The fucking gringo did it!" shouted Rodrigo, jumping off the couch and pumping his fist in the air.

I couldn't help but smile. Maybe, just maybe, life was finally throwing me a bone.

"So the hit is off?" asked a cold voice from the laptop.

"Yes," said Rodrigo. "As always, your services are very much appreciated." With payment for the surveillance already having been completed, Vitor and Rodrigo's business was complete. The feed on the laptop went dark. "Girls, should we go collect on the ticket?"

"Soon," I said. "But first, we have a little something that will surprise you."

Giovanna and I stood and made our way to the bedroom of the suite. We closed the doors and quickly changed into the black leather cat suits we had packed. Rodrigo had a weakness for leather, and we planned to fully exploit that.

"Ready?" I asked, pulling on a pair of black thigh-high boots. My heart was pounding, partially from fear, but mainly from excitement. After all the shit Rodrigo had put me through, I was about to get my revenge.

"Ready," said Giovanna. I was pleased to not hear even a hint of uncertainty in Giovanna's voice. There would be no margin for error.

We pushed the doors to the bedroom open and walked over to Rodrigo. In an instant, he was on his feet. He reached for my ass, but I swatted his hand away. I waved my finger at him and bit my lip. "Not yet," I said.

"Fuck," muttered Rodrigo. "Where have you been hiding these outfits?" The growing bulge in his pants made his approval evident.

Men are so easy.

Giovanna and I each grabbed one of his hands and led him back into the bedroom, closing the doors behind us. I spun him around at the base of the bed and kissed him for a second before pushing on his chest to send him sprawling back onto the plush king sized bed.

Giovanna jumped on him, undoing his belt and dropping his pants in a fluid motion that could only come with years of experience in our profession. Within a second, his pants were at his ankles and Giovanna's tongue was pressed against his cock, licking it like a popsicle. Rodrigo went to grab her hair to force himself into her throat, but she pushed his arm away. "Not yet," she moaned. "I want to savor your big cock."

Big cock. Those words being used to describe Rodrigo's package almost made me laugh, because he really wasn't packing anything special. We just had to pretend like he was.

On the side of the bed, I traced my finger down my chest and tugged on the zipper. One little tug was all the help my breasts needed to free themselves of the tight fabric. I traced

my finger around my aroused nipples.

"Fuck, get over here," demanded Rodrigo.

I crawled onto the bed and buried Rodrigo's face into my cleavage, pinning his hands above his head. With Rodrigo distracted, Giovanna took her mouth off of him and moved up to be next to me. In unison, we cuffed his hands to the headboard.

"What the hell?" said Rodrigo, his voice heavily muffled by my silicon breasts.

I pulled back and looked at him. "What's wrong? Did you want to touch these?" I pushed my breasts together and moaned. "Or maybe you'd rather touch these?" I reached over and unzipped Giovanna's suit.

"Damn, this is better than winning a bet," said Rodrigo.

I smiled and Giovanna and I made our way to the foot of the bed. Rodrigo's cock danced with excitement, probably anticipating a double blowjob, but we went right past his erection. We tore his shoes and pants off and then cuffed his ankles to the bed posts.

"So what do you want us to do to you?" I asked.

"You better fuck me."

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