Excerpt from Man Hunt

Mass Market Paperback
Publisher: Black Lace; Re-issue edition (9 Feb 2006)
 ISBN-10: 0352335831
  ISBN-13: 978-0352335838
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Chapter one

     Angie stood in the train station wet with arousal. Her blood tingled and her nipples hardened when she spied the ebony-haired man. He was tall, wearing faded jeans and riding boots. ‘I want you,’ she whispered, ‘and I always get what I want.’

     She liked the way the stranger wore his dark hair unfashionably long. By his dress, she guessed he could be a jackaroo from one of the northern cattle stations, but Australian men always dressed down and looks could be deceptive.

     The train station was crowded and there were lots of men to choose from, but Angie wasn’t interested in just anyone. She’d marked out the dark-haired man and started walking towards him. I want to feel your cock inside me, she thought.

     The stranger turned her on because he walked with an air of assurance and strength. She welcomed the challenge of making him her slave.

     She followed him to the train, the adrenaline from the hunt sending tingling sensations to her nipples. When she glanced down, she realised there was no disguising the height of her arousal through her shirt. Already the filmy wetness rubbed against her thighs and her breath quickened, to match the pace of her heart. When she reached Sydney it would be dark, but providing the stranger played her game, Angie knew she would be satisfied.

     Angie had spent three years studying catering, and due to her study commitments she’d experienced a sexual famine. Right now, Mr Feast was boarding the afternoon train for Sydney. The same train that Angie intended to catch.

     The train was old, one of the last ancient variety to survive modernisation. Angie was pleased, because the separate compartments offered certain privacy, that modernisation had washed away.

     Grabbing hold of the railings, she pulled herself up the metal train steps and walked along the corridor, searching each cabin for her man. The separate compartments teemed with occupants but her stranger was not in any.

     ‘Now, where have you gone?’ she said, looking around. Then she noticed the train door, that separated the carriages, swing closed and she realised he’d chosen the last carriage to find a seat.

     Her pulse racing, she opened the carriage door and stepped across the rickety compartment that separated the carriages. A snatch of denim caught her eye. ‘I’ve got you,’ she said, with fierce determination.

     Pulling aside the cabin door, a frisson of pleasure excited her when she discovered they were alone. Quickly, she surveyed the door handles. She noticed to her satisfaction that they could be lashed shut.

     Her stranger was already seated alongside the window seat with his eyes closed, unaware of what was in store for him. Placing her bag on one seat, Angie settled on the seat nearest the doors, her body hot with anticipation. Her stranger stirred but his eyes remained closed.

     In frustration, she picked up a discarded newspaper and turned to the employment section. There were plenty of jobs advertised but they all had the same thing in common. Experience wanted.

     Her eyes were drawn to the personal section, caught by one of the ads. WANTED lap dancers, blonde girls, sexy bodies wanted. Make real $$$. That’s what I’d like, thought Angie. She circled the advertisement. She knew she would enjoy dancing semi-naked but not for a group of men.

     An audience of one would be more exciting, under certain circumstances. Circumstances involving the leather belt around her waist, along with the corset and stockings she wore under her wrap-around skirt, and the handcuffs she kept in her dufflebag for special situations. Angie believed in always being prepared.

     There was a low groan, then a shudder, as the train slowly pulled out of the terminal, gained momentum, until the rhythm of the train throbbed pleasantly under Angie’s thighs. Their journey had begun.

     ‘Looking for a job?’ asked a deep, husky voice.

     Angie turned to the stranger in the carriage. He had slid far enough up the seat to look over her shoulder at the newspaper.

     In repose, his sun-tanned face had held a look of peacefulness. She knew she could change that. Angie had learnt from past experience that lust did strange things to men. Timing was everything.