The Decoy

By Kiki Wellington

If you have a wandering eye, be careful. That attractive woman coming on to you at the bar may not be a testament to your animal magnetism: It may be Lizzie, the sex decoy, out on the prowl to catch cheaters with their pants down. And when Lizzie goes on assignment, no man is immune to her seductive charms.

From the Author:

ADULTS ONLY PLEASE. The Decoy is a 9,000 word story that contains sexually explicit material and adult language. This story is not appropriate for children and may be offensive to some readers.

Warning: The Decoy contains television titillation, parking lot exhibitionism, and hot hotel subterfuge.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kiki Wellington
• Release date: Jul 4, 2015
• ISBN: 9781513007861

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EXCERPT:

I sat on the hood of my car, looking around to make sure Dennis had a clear shot of the upcoming action before I made my move. I pulled Raymond closer to me, hoping the angle was good enough for his face to be seen in the photos. I put my arms around him, and when I heard Dennis honk his horn, I started the show.

I've been so lonely, I whispered in his ear. It's been so long since I was really touched by a man.

Oh, honey, any man who wouldn't want you in his arms every night is just a fool.

I kissed Raymond's neck. He responded by firmly planting his hands on each of my ass cheeks and beginning to squeeze. I wiggled closer to him, feeling his erection grow. I had to admit, it was a turn on. If his wife had paid for the extra services, would I have gone through with it? I wasn't so sure. Luckily I didn't have to worry about it. That was a question for another day, another client, another cheating scumbag.

But First, a Word....

Thank you for taking the time to read this ebook. I adore writing erotic stories, and if you enjoy reading this even half as much as I did writing it, I'll be one happy horndog. May you get off and get a smile on your face...and other places!

With gratitude and mind-blowing orgasms,

Kiki Wellington

www.sexwithkiki.com

I slide up next to him on the couch. They hoot. I plant my hand on his knee and put my head on his shoulder, inching my mouth toward his neck for a minute before I go in for the kiss. They holler. I devour his mouth with my kisses, maneuvering our bodies until he is firmly on top of me. They howl.

It's all in a day's work.

They have their entertainment, she has her proof, I have my money. And I suppose the show does too. You see, I'm one of those decoys you find on low-rent talk shows. You know the ones, where a woman suspects her man is cheating and they give him a lie detector test, which, if he's a sociopath, he's guaranteed to pass anyway. Or they get someone like me, a sex decoy, to prove he can't resist the temptation of another woman—even when he's in the green room of the very show where he's trying to convince his woman he's not a cheater.

It works pretty much every time. My batting average here is about 99.99999 percent. There is a very small percentage though, the ones who have enough blood flowing to their brain rather than downstairs, who are smart enough not to get caught in this trap on national television.

But in private, it's a whole different story.

It all started quite accidentally. I was at my day job, serving up lattes and minding my own business. Then he came in. He didn't care that I had a ring on my finger. He said if I wanted to quit