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Wildcat
Copyright 2011 by Penelope Rivers
ISBN: 978-1-61829-031-1
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Published by New Line Press
Cover by Fantasia Frog Designs
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Wildcat
By Penelope Rivers
Mark was tied up on the beach wearing a sailor’s hat over his penis
and sunglasses over his eyes. How he had gotten there, he didn’t
know. Judging by the pressing migraine that pounded through his
head, though, he was starting to get a very good idea.
With a moan, he sat up and removed his sunglasses and the hat fell off
of his naked penis. It was at this moment that he realized that he was
not only tied up, but he was also completely
naked
and
tied up.
Probably this was something that he should have realized first, but he
didn’t normally end up tied up anywhere, let alone in the middle of a
public beach while in the buff.
A flush filled his face before he could stop it, and he lurched to his
feet, ignoring the dizzying rush from his hangover. There was a hotel
behind him, and though the beach was empty—probably because it
was early morning—it was only a matter of time before people
arrived. The last thing that he wanted to do was frighten hotel guests
with his exposed genitals—or worse yet, be arrested. This wasn’t even
his fault; after all…At least, he didn’t think so. He honestly couldn’t
remember that much of last night.
Okay,
he thought, looking around.
You are here on vacation. Where is
your hotel? You obviously can’t have gone far.
That was when he
spotted his hotel glistening behind him, and it was naturally right in
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the middle of Main Street. He would have to pass in front of at least
ten cars to get to it, and that was assuming that they would even let
him in without calling security.
That was when someone behind him whistled. Mark whipped around,
his face flushing as a couple jogging stared in his direction. The
woman had her mouth open wide and the man was laughing hard. He
expected that the rest of the guests would not be as kind towards his
nudity as those two joggers.
But when he tried to run, he discovered something else. His ass was
sore, sorer than it had ever been before. What had he been doing last
night? A horrifying idea came to him: he was tied up on the beach, he
was naked except for a sailor’s cap and a pair of sunglasses, and his
ass was sore. His eyebrow twitched. He was a banker—things like
this
did not happen to boring bankers like him.
After he had slid his hands out of the loosely tied ropes that bound his
wrists, he bent down to pick up the sailor hat and sunglasses with a
moan. After that, he put the hat over his genitals and stuck the rescued
sunglasses back on his face.
One-step at a time,
he told himself,
hobbling forward quickly and wishing that he could die. He wasn’t
sure how much better a sexy sailor’s hat would appear, but if an
overexcited tourist managed to snap a picture of him hobbling across
the street with his body on display, at least his penis wouldn’t make
the Today Show.
He crossed the sandbank with his head down and his eyes averted, and
he stepped out onto the sidewalk. There were three early morning
walkers’ out carting water bottles, all of which were women, and they
screamed when they saw him coming. One of them threw a water
bottle at him, which knocked him on his already aching head and
caused him to get dizzy for a second.
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“Wait!” he cried, as the women significantly picked up their pace—in
the other direction. “I am not a pervert, I swear to God.”
At least, I don’t think that I am,
he thought, looking at his hotel.
With that thought in mind, he hobbled across the sidewalk as cars
honked, people jeered or cheered, and small children covered their
eyes. He finally made it to his high-end hotel and hobbled inside to
the lobby where the cool air hit his naked butt and made him shiver.
He looked around desperately for the elevator as fellow hotel guests
stared. Just when he was contemplating suicide, or at least fainting, a
man dropped a trench coat over his naked shoulders.
“Here you go, sir,” said the man that had dropped the coat over him. It
was a hotel worker.
“Oh, thank you,” exhaled Mark, still keeping on his sunglasses.
“Come with me to my room, please. I’ll give it back after I’ve—“
The man who had let him borrow it appeared to have second thoughts
and said, “Er, well, consider it a gift. I haven’t seen an ass cross our
threshold like that since the democrat convention was in town.”
Mark thanked him before scurrying, or more rather hobbling, towards
the elevator. Something told him that this was going to be a very
terrible day.
***
That evening, he was nursing a glass of tomato juice at the hotel bar
with his head down. He had been paranoid and jumpy all day, even
after he had had a calming hour of meditation and had taken several
painkillers for his aching butt. At the beach, he had wondered whether
it was true that someone had enjoyed his body. After the shower, there
was no doubt.

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