Booty Call

By Mercedes Del Ray

Leona is a lady who likes money and the things it can buy her, but doesn’t want to work too hard to earn it. Instead she prefers to claim benefits and works under the table as a mystery shopper, so she can live in the style she aspires to.

When the fraud investigation team at the local Benefits Office discover what she gets up to, she receives a letter asking her to go in for an Interview under Caution. Once she is confronted with the evidence against her, she soon realises she is serious trouble and in danger of being prosecuted, if she is taken to court.

One of the investigators follows her out of the building after her interview and offers her a way out of her problems - she is disgusted at his suggestion and refuses outright. However, once she thinks about it, a night in a hotel with an older man is no big deal if it means she is off the hook. It is only when Leona meets him there, that she finds that she has totally misread the situation and that John expects her to obey his every command. What’s more it will take much longer than one night of submission to work her punishment off...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mercedes Del Ray
• Release date: Jul 12, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310646577

Mercedes Del Ray

Mercedes Del Ray was born in London to British parents. The less said about her education the better. After she discovered boys, alcohol and cigarettes at the age of around thirteen, any hopes her father and mother might have had that she would excel academically were dashed.After leaving school, she spent many years working and travelling around the world before settling back in the UK. Along the way she has known many men and has been in a couple of long relationships - with a colourful selection of short term flings.Some of the events she relates in her written works are inspired by her own experiences, others are the product of her fertile and filthy imagination.

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Booty Call

Mercedes Del Ray

Copyright © Mercedes Del Ray 2015

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

This is a work of fiction. The names of the main characters and events are products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter One

Looking around at the beautiful suite she’d been shown to, Leona couldn’t believe her luck as she smiled at the hotel porter and thanked him as he put down her bags. Smugly she congratulated herself that yet again, she’d managed to act classy enough to get a free upgrade from a standard room, when she’d checked in at reception. When she went to the window the view across London was superb - she was still unable to believe the perks of her job. Free nights in five star hotels like The Almond Tree were not something that came along that often, but when they did, the assignments were always pleasurable.

A quick glass of bubbly and a sandwich with some chunky fries from room service to eat while she started her report, then off down to the spa for a bit of rest and relaxation for a couple of hours. Leona decided that life didn’t get much better than this, while she chilled in the enormous Jacuzzi. Remembering she also needed to check what the condition of the sauna was like, she went in and sweated it out for a while, ignoring the attempts to chat by the annoying man of pensionable age who presumed to think she might be interested in him. He wouldn’t take the hint that she didn’t want to know, so she was downright rude to get him to leave her alone. Then she moved out to relax on a lounger by the pool for a while.

She was so taken up with proofreading a Kindle book she’d just written, she was unaware that she was also being observed by another man. A tall, handsome one who couldn’t stop himself from getting hard, as he looked at her big tits and curvaceous figure which rocked the red one-piece swimsuit she had on. As he dreamed about the many and varied ways he’d like to have this woman if he had a chance, he also thought that his job had perks at times. He’d been following Leona for a while now. Sitting in his car and staking out the high rise block she lived in. Lurking in its stairwells and lifts like a pervert, and tailing her as she went around her daily business. Finding it difficult to keep his mind on the job he was being paid to do, when he saw her go out on the street with her large buttocks bursting out of tight little shorts. Watching as she fought off men buzzing all over her like flies round dog shit, every time she left her flat and walked down Tottenham High Road.

When Leona got up and went to the women’s changing room to get dressed, he left the pool area too and headed out so he wouldn’t lose sight of her. Hastily pulling his clothes on, he managed to follow her back to reception, loving the way her thighs wobbled as she walked.

Later, she sat in solitary state still unaware of the man’s scrutiny as she tucked into her embarrassingly large afternoon tea, and argued with the waiting staff who didn’t seem to understand the words no thank you as they plied her constantly with sandwiches, cake, teacakes and crumpets. The man continued to keep tabs on her, while he enjoyed his more modest plate of scones with clotted cream and jam. Taking note that she was using the latest iPhone. Assessing her expensive clothes and shoes. Checking out her immaculate coiffured black hair and skilfully applied make-up. Trying not to get the horn as he made notes about her on his iPad.

Still unaware of the man’s scrutiny Leona went down to the bar later, and had a cocktail before enjoying her three course evening meal. Puzzling over how this woman could apparently eat so much, he got an explanation as he saw her hide some of her main course in a napkin and put it in her bag. Then as she signed for her meal and went upstairs to her suite, he’d lost her until the morning.

Wondering what she had been doing all night, John observed Leona eat a large cooked breakfast, and thought again how much he’d like to spank her stupid on her big, sexy arse, then fuck her in every orifice until she couldn’t walk in a straight line. He imagined feeling her gorgeous, coffee coloured, shiny slut’s lips move up and down his cock, before they glided on down to his balls. Then she’d kiss and lick them with that long whorish tongue of hers. By the time Leona left the restaurant, he was so absorbed in this pleasurable dream he nearly missed seeing her go. With a start he realised he needed to keep his mind on the job, and moved to reception to wait for her to pay and check out.

Leona spent the rest of the day finishing up her report. She emailed it with a scan of her bill to the company which had approached her to evaluate the hotel. They were new to her, but the woman she had spoken to on the phone