One Night in Boise

By Troy Lambert

Detective Derek Marshek and his wife Cheri like to play games. It’s not that they don’t have a great sex life, but Cheri came up with the idea to keep things even spicier. Suddenly, events at the Seven Bells Motel reveal she may have had other motives.

Their son Alex, now in college and seeking to escape the shadow of his father has a new girlfriend. In their efforts to find privacy, he is drawn back into his parents’ lives, and sees a new side of Susie. Could she be the one?

On this night in Boise, will lives be ruined, hearts be broken? One thing is certain. It’s a dangerous game they all play.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tirgearr Publishing
• Release date: May 26, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310267437

Troy Lambert

Author Troy Lambert, recently nominated for the Idaho Statesman's “Best of Treasure Valley” publication as an “Author of the Year”, is releasing a third and final book in the Samuel Elijah Johnson Series, titled Confession (scheduled for release June 30, 2014). Passionate about writing dark, psychological thrillers, his work includes Broken Bones, a collection of his short stories, Redemption, the first in the Samuel Elijah Johnson Series, Temptation, the sequel to Redemption, along with the horror Satanarium, co-authored with Poppet, an author from South Africa and published by Wild Wolf Publishing. Don't think he lacks diversity as, this year, Stray Ally (for dog lovers) was published March 4th by Tirgearr Publishing and an erotic thriller novella, One Night in Boise, part of the “City Nights” series also by Tirgearr Publishing, was available as of May 27th. Mr. Lambert began his writing life at a young age, penning the as yet unpublished George and the Giant Castle at age six. He grew up in southern Idaho, and after many adventures including a short stint in the US Army and a diverse education, Troy returned to Boise, Idaho where he works as a freelance writer, analyst, and editor. Troy lives with his wife of twelve years, two of his five children and two very talented dogs. He enjoys the outdoors as an active skier, cyclist, hiker, angler, hunter, and a terrible beginning golfer.

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Detective Derek Marshek and his wife Cheri like to play games. It’s not that they don’t have a great sex life, but Cheri came up with the idea to keep things even spicier. Suddenly, events at the Seven Bells Motel reveal she may have had other motives.

Their son Alex, now in college and seeking to escape the shadow of his father has a new girlfriend. In their efforts to find privacy, he is drawn back into his parents’ lives, and sees a new side of Susie. Could she be the one?

On this night in Boise, will lives be ruined, hearts be broken? One thing is certain. It’s a dangerous game they all play.

ONE NIGHT IN BOISE

A Dangerous Game

City Nights Series, book 1

Troy Lambert

Tirgearr Publishing

Author Copyright 2014 Troy Lambert

Cover Art: Cora Designs

Editor: Lucy Felthouse

Proofreader: Barbara Whary

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ONE NIGHT IN BOISE

A Dangerous Game

Troy Lambert

Part One: A Dangerous Game

As soon as there is life, there is danger.

—Ralph Waldo Emerson

Chapter One

Seven Bells Motel. 7:05 pm

It’s a dangerous game we play.

We like to play year round, but the snow, the cold has us turning to other games to pass the time in the winter. Tonight, though it is not yet spring, it is warm for early April, and we are both ready.

The yellow streetlights emit tight yellow pools of light that she avoids carefully. I circle the block, seeing if I can spot her in the shadows. When she spies the old Caprice, she steps to the curb.

She wears red leather. My favorite. A tight mini skirt, thigh high boots, and a laced corset envelop her curves. Her scarlet lipstick matches a bow wrapped in her brunette hair, completing the look.

She’s not as young as she used to be, but then neither am I. When I look at her though, I still see the girl I married over 20 years ago. Other guys try to pick her up whenever we play, and once she even had to explain the game to a passing undercover officer, one of my colleagues. It cost me a $150 bottle of scotch to sweep that one under the rug, but it was worth it.

I pull alongside and roll down the passenger window. Hey there.

Looking for a date? She blows little bubbles with the gum she chews, popping them with her teeth. Oh, God those teeth, those lips, that mouth.

Yeah baby, how much?

Her gaze crawls over me, evaluating, craving. For you, $20 for a blow, half and half for $40, and all the way for $80.

It’s a deal. Get in.

Opening the door, she drops into the passenger seat. The skirt rides up, and her lace panties peek out at me. She tugs the skirt down seductively, but not before I spot the wetness at her crotch. I can hardly sit still, and wonder how my erection is not interfering with the steering wheel. Jesus, she turns me on.

She puts her gloved hands on my arm, and the hairs there stand to attention. You have someplace we can go?

Sure do, I say. She shuts the door, and I drive to the Seven Bells Motel at the end of the block.

* * *

Two hours, I say.

The clerk smiles. I always pay for two hours, no matter how much time we spend there, usually all night. It’s part of our deal. I make sure he sees the badge on my belt as I reach for my wallet, but there’s no need. He knows who I am. They all do.

The key comes with a giant orange fob with the number 23 on it. Same room every time. Lotions are in the drawer, he declares. But I already know.

Gravel pops under the tires as we roll across the parking lot. I open her door for her, leering hungrily at her breasts as I help her out. She smiles up at me, the small seductive smile I fell in love with the first time I saw her.

She stands close behind me as I unlock the door, stepping aside, letting her walk in first, watching as she swings her hips, teasing me. The door slides shut with a click, and I drop my suit jacket to the floor.

Money first. She sits on the end of the bed, crossing her legs, swinging her foot impatiently.

Pulling out my wallet, I drop four twenties on the dresser. More where that came from, if you are good.

Oh, I’ll be good.

The shoulder holster with the .38 follows, draped across the back of the cheap well-worn chair, the only furniture in the room besides the bed.

Kneeling, she unbuckles my belt. Her hand brushes my dick, making it twitch. She could make me come right away, but I am sure she won’t. She pats it playfully. It’s a little uncomfortable, but oddly pleasant. Unzipping my pants, she shoves them down to my ankles. My boxers follow, and then I am in her mouth.

Gasping, I realize I wasn’t ready. I’m never ready. She pulls back a little, and her tongue dances around the tip, exploring. The warmth spreads as she slides down, licking the shaft, then taking my balls into her mouth while her hand rubs my cock. Her lips move to my inner thighs, her other hand now cupping my sac. I’m suddenly light headed, swaying on my feet. If she keeps this up, I’ll fall over.

Cheri, you must…

She doesn’t stop. I grab her hair, and it seems to steady me. Shifting back up, she slides the tip of my cock past the moist gate of her lips. They open wider, and she takes me all the way in. My glans brush the back of her throat, she must feel it throbbing, taste the pre-cum, she must—

She stops, pulls her mouth away, leaving my cock pointing at her, still slick with her saliva and twitching, aching. As she smiles, I see how much she loves doing this to me. Reaching back, she unlaces the corset.

Yes, show them to me. Let me see them. I’m breathless. Faint.

The red leather falls from her, and she tosses it carelessly aside. Twin peaks of perfect pink stare up at me from the rounded flesh of her breasts, erect. I reach for her, but she slaps my hand away. She straightens, making herself as tall as she can be while still on her knees, and kisses my belly. It’s not as flat as it once was, but it’s not bad. Grabbing my shaft, she rubs it on first her right breast and then her left. It