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Take It Off

Take It Off

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by L.A. Witt, Aleksandr Voinov
     
 
Turnabout is foreplay.

High-end Market Garden rentboys Tristan and Jared have found their niche. Men are willing to pay good money to watch Tristan tease Jared, and the two of them seduce London's elite with sex and power games.

Except Tristan is less and less interested in getting money out of the johns these days. He wants his partner in crime, and he

Overview

Turnabout is foreplay.

High-end Market Garden rentboys Tristan and Jared have found their niche. Men are willing to pay good money to watch Tristan tease Jared, and the two of them seduce London's elite with sex and power games.

Except Tristan is less and less interested in getting money out of the johns these days. He wants his partner in crime, and he wants the seduction to be real. But is Jared just in this for the pay?

When Rolex, the john who started it all, returns to Market Garden, the boys jump on the opportunity to service him-and each other-for a fresh pile of cash. Rolex isn't the only one itching for a rematch, though. Jared's been waiting for a chance to get back at Tristan for teasing him so mercilessly the first time.

And for a former stripper, revenge is a dish best served extra hot.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781626490031
Publisher:
Riptide Publishing, LLC
Publication date:
02/25/2013
Pages:
46
Product dimensions:
5.25(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.11(d)

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Take It Off

A Market Garden Tale


By L.A. Witt, Aleksandr Voinov, Rachel Haimowitz

Riptide Publishing

Copyright © 2013 L.A. Witt and Aleksandr Voinov
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-62649-003-1



CHAPTER 1

Tristan was bored.

At least business had been steadier lately at Market Garden, ever since the Christmas lull had ended. Apparently the wealthy elite had placated all the annual demands for gifts and family time, and could now spare money and evenings for expensive rentboys. Great for the wallet, but as far as Tristan was concerned, the only thing worse than no john was the same john every bloody night. Well, not the exact same guy. Just an endless stream of clones coming through the black curtain in search of a night's entertainment. Every one of them wanted the same thing, and they all grinned and smirked like they were the first mugs ever to ask a rentboy to suck a cock or bend over. Yawn.

"I could use a refill." Jared held up his empty glass. "You?"

Tristan looked into his own glass and realised he was almost to the bottom. "Sure. I'll pick up the next one." The drinks were free, but he and Jared took turns fighting the crowd to the bar for refills.

"Sounds good." Jared slid out of the booth and headed for the bar.

Tristan watched him, and couldn't help grinning. There was a sexy little strut in Jared's step these days. Ever since the two of them had started working together and double-teaming johns, Jared had gained some much-needed confidence, and it showed. God, but he was both cute and mouth-watering, and that gorgeous little arse in those tight leather trousers was icing on the cake. He even flirted shamelessly with Raoul and the other bartenders now.

Johns and rentboys alike glanced at Jared, checking out his lithe body in all that gorgeous, tight leather. As Tristan watched them watch Jared, both pride and a hint of jealousy swelled in his chest.

Look all you want, lads. I get to fuck him.

Tristan shivered at the thought. Even if it was only for the sake of performing for their johns and making a few hundred quid, he enjoyed the hell out of being with Jared. With a body like that and a mouth that talented, who wouldn't? Even if they didn't know Jared was also sweet, funny, smart ...

Jared came back a moment later, drinks in hand, and slid into the booth beside Tristan.

"Thanks," Tristan said.

"Don't mention it."

Tristan slid his hand over Jared's leather-clad thigh under the table in their shadowy booth. At least things had been more interesting since they'd started working together. Fucking a john while Jared watched, or—even better—fucking Jared while the john watched, that kept his interest. Most of the time, anyway. Lately, even that was getting repetitive.

Or rather, frustrating. They had to concentrate on pleasing their paying clients, and those clients nearly always wanted to get involved in more ways than just sitting back and watching, which meant Tristan never could focus exclusively on Jared. The more they did this, the more he wanted to do exactly that. What he wouldn't have given to get Jared alone for a little while, away from the distraction and interference of the guys who kept their wallets nice and fat. The uptight kid had relaxed a lot recently. He'd been inching out of his shell ever since they'd partnered up, and Tristan wanted to know what else Jared had up his sleeve.

Except the more Jared came into his own, the less interested he seemed in Tristan. Lately, it'd been strictly business for him. A performance he could have put on with any other rentboy. He'd even gone back to taking a lot of johns on his own. As more men turned Jared's head, Tristan desperately wanted to work up the nerve to suggest skipping out of work and spending a little time in his flat, doing what they wanted rather than what someone else wanted them to do. Jared seemed to enjoy working with him, but how would he feel about sleeping with Tristan for free? Or even just hanging out and having a conversation that didn't include keeping an eye on the door for would-be clients? Tristan could've sworn there'd been a little crush going on in the beginning, and now he was kicking himself for not making his move before Jared's interest in him cooled in favour of johns and money.

"You boys look bored." Nick, one of the kinkier rentboys, appeared beside their booth with a characteristic smirk on his thin lips. "Slow night?"

"Night's still young." Tristan sipped his soft drink. "What about you?"

Nick shrugged, the gesture extra flippant in true Nick style. "Just waiting for a worthwhile victim to show up." He shifted his always-predatory gaze towards Jared. "You sure you don't want to play with some of the kinky customers?"

Tristan slid his hand further over Jared's leg.

"I don't know," Jared said. "I'm having a pretty good time with the ones I get."

Another shrug. "Suit yourself. But if you ever change your mind ..."

"I'll give it some thought." Jared sounded sincere. Genuinely interested, not just being polite.

Nick grinned. Tristan said nothing, just ran his thumb back and forth over the inseam of Jared's trousers. Funny, Jared used to squirm under Tristan's touch, but now it was as routine as flirting with potential clients. Something to entice johns and establish that Jared and Tristan worked together with no implications that they were together.

Nick glanced at the door, and straightened. "Oh. Looks like tonight's paycheque just arrived. I'll talk to you guys later." With that, he was gone.

"Think we'll ever get a client like one of his?" Jared asked.

"You never know."

"Could be fun." Jared played with his straw. "Good money, too."

"It could." Jealousy flared in Tristan's chest. He wasn't into the same things Nick was. The bondage, the pain play, it was all fine and good, but it wasn't his thing. He liked the power games, just not the implements and bloodshed. He hadn't thought Jared was into that kind of thing either, but everyone knew Nick made a killing servicing the kinkier johns. There was nothing stopping Jared from partnering up with him and getting in on that action.

How the hell do I tell him I want him for myself?

"Hey." Jared leaned closer, lips brushing Tristan's ear. "You remember that guy who paid us to fool around while he watched? The first time, I mean?"

Tristan shivered and squeezed Jared's leg. "How could I forget?"

"Yeah, well." Jared tilted his head towards the door. "Look who just walked in."

Tristan turned his head.

Well, fuck me.

There he was. Suited and booted, looking like he owned the place, flashy gold watch peeking out from the end of an expensively tailored suit.

Rolex. We meet again.

And he was coming right towards them, too.

"Looks like we might be making some money tonight," Jared said with a grin.

Is that opportunity I hear knocking? Tristan ran his hand higher up Jared's leg. "Hope he stopped at the bank on his way here."

Rolex strolled up to their table. He gave Jared a long look, then Tristan. "I was hoping you boys would be here tonight."

"We are." Tristan offered a toothy grin. "And you found us. Now what are you going to do with us?"

Rolex seemed to think on it for a moment, as if thrown off his stride, then grinned. "Oh, I've got a little fantasy in mind."

"How kinky are we talking?" Tristan asked. "The place has specialists for the weirder shit." His teeth snapped shut. Best not to give Rolex—or Jared—any ideas that might subtract Tristan from the night's equation.

Rolex glanced around. "Nothing weird. You guys know I like to watch." He leaned closer, flattening his palms on the table. "And give some orders along the way."

"Orders, eh?" Tristan flashed him a wide grin, and Rolex laughed, clearly picking up the challenge. Tristan reached for his drink. "It's a rematch, then?"

Rolex pushed his tongue against his teeth. "Yeah. In a manner of speaking."

Tristan was intrigued enough that he glanced at Jared, picking up the nod there. It might not be just watching, but by now they'd had enough experience to play basically any john who entered the Garden by ear. Oddly, two against one wasn't fair—even if the other guy called the shots. Totally different to play this game as a team. And they were a bloody good team, especially when paired up with a john as hands-off as Rolex.

"You ready to spend some money?" Tristan asked. You ready to watch me seduce him for real?

Rolex didn't flinch. "I think I'm over my sticker shock from the last time."

"Good. Let's go."

Jared slid out of the booth, Tristan hot on his heels, and they walked alongside the john, flanking him no differently from two tarts picked up by the same sugar daddy. It flattered the guys' egos, that was for sure.

Rolex put an arm around Jared, but kept his right hand free to push the curtain aside and open the door. Tristan felt an odd twinge deep in his chest—not because the john seemed more interested in Jared, but because the touch looked almost intimate, and Jared was doing a great job of looking mightily pleased with himself.

All part of the game, Tristan thought. He would have plenty of opportunity to be touched by Jared.

By the john, he quickly corrected himself. Not Jared. The john. The guy with the money.

Tristan shook himself as he followed them out into the night. Had to keep his head in the game. The more he stayed in control, the more money he could squeeze out of this guy's very well-stocked wallet. Not to mention draw things out with Jared.

Head. In the game. Come on.

There were always plenty of luxury cars in front of the Garden, usually with hired drivers, but that stretched Jag immediately drew his attention. Oh, yeah, he remembered that car, or at least one very similar to it. Riding in the back with Jared beside him and the john eyeing them like he thought he stood a chance at being in charge that night. Yeah, right. Tristan didn't give up control. Sure, he took orders, but he took them on his terms, and his johns bloody well liked it. Just like Rolex had, and just like he would tonight. And hopefully Jared would too.

The driver held open the door, and the three of them filed in: Jared, then the john, then Tristan.

Before the door had even shut behind them, Rolex caught Tristan off-guard.

Sliding a hand over Jared's leather clad arse, the john said, "Why don't you sit here? With me?"

Being the consummate professional he was, Jared didn't hesitate to let himself be guided not just to Rolex's side of the huge backseat across from Tristan, but right onto the man's lap. Jared's slim, elegant body was compact enough he could arrange himself across the john's legs and avoid hitting his head on the ceiling in the process. He glanced at Tristan, and the saucy gleam in his eyes relaxed Tristan a little. As long as Jared wasn't nervous or uncomfortable, they could play this man's game. At least until it was time for Tristan to play his game, and subtly—one kiss, touch, thrust at a time—tell Jared he wanted more than money.

Tristan eased himself onto the seat facing the two of them. As the car pulled away from the curb, he caught himself watching Rolex's hand—gold watch, gold ring, long, slim fingers—sliding from Jared's knee up towards his arse. Tristan forced himself not to fidget or even curl his own fingers on the leather upholstery beside him, searching for some sensation like the one Rolex was no doubt feeling just now—Jared's body heat through slick leather, lean muscles underneath.

"So I'm curious," the john said, eyeing Tristan as he continued stroking Jared's leg. "How did two young men like you wind up working for Market Garden?"

"Likely the same way you got started in your line of work." Tristan ran the toe of his boot up the inside of Rolex's leg, grinning when the john sucked in a breath. "You find a skill you can sell, and you fucking sell it."

"Well." Rolex squirmed a bit under Jared as Tristan's toe neared the inside of his knee. "So you ... you just showed up with a resume and started working there?"

"Not quite." Jared's hand drifted down and found the laces of Tristan's boot, and he squeezed gently. "You don't just waltz into Market Garden and get a job unless you have ... experience."

Tristan pressed his foot into Jared's hand. "That, and you don't find Market Garden. Market Garden finds you."

Rolex snickered. "In Soviet Russia, whorehouse finds you?"

Jared snorted. Tristan allowed himself a quiet laugh. "Something like that."

"And how did Market Garden find the two of you?"

Jared's thumb traced the arch of Tristan's foot, the dull contact making Tristan's pulse race in spite of the layer of leather between their skin. "We were both strippers."

"That explains it," Rolex said.

"Explains what?"

Rolex grinned at him. "That confidence oozing out of you. Commanding the stage. And the body." He slid a hand along Jared's lean rump. "Proper pole dancing?"

Tristan nodded, not quite sure what the guy was going for. Complimenting them, or trying to get into their heads? "If you want to see a good pole dancer, we can give you some pointers."

"H-how'd you learn to do that?" Rolex was clearly having a hell of a time keeping his thoughts straight. Tristan couldn't blame him, not with Jared's arse in the flustered man's lap.

"On-the-job training," Tristan said.

"And I did ballet for a while." Jared squirmed just a bit on Rolex's lap while the man's hand explored his torso. Nothing overtly sexual, though the john touching Jared at all was surely erotic. He didn't touch him under his clothes, just stroked the side of his body, from the ribs to his hipbone, stroking, caressing, even gripping, long fingers occasionally kneading Jared in a very suggestive way.

"Yeah, you're very ... limber," the john said close to Jared's ear. "I should have guessed you were both dancers."

Tristan made himself look away, and glanced out the window as the car turned a corner. Familiar territory, hotels and expensive shops. Same general neighbourhood as last time, so they were likely headed for the same hotel. Rolex was a creature of habit, then.

He looked at Jared and the john again, and watched Rolex's hand stray up to Jared's chest, fingers splaying to cup his pec through the T-shirt, Jared's nipple hard and visible between his first and second finger. Rolex closed those two fingers, squeezing Jared's nipple hard enough that Jared let out a small gasp.

"Just beautiful." Rolex's gaze shifted towards Tristan. "You of course get him for free, don't you?"

Tristan blinked, thrown out of the role for a moment. Was that the guy's fantasy? Did he want to pretend he was fucking a couple? If that was what rocked the guy's boat, he could play that.

"Maybe I do," he said.

Jared threw him an odd look, confusion furrowing his brow for a split second, and Tristan wondered if he'd overstepped. But Jared recovered quickly. "He gets whatever he wants." Trailing a finger down Rolex's arm, he grinned and added, "Everyone else has to pay for the privilege."

Tristan gulped. What he wouldn't have given ...

"You boys still dance for each other?" Rolex asked in that husky voice that said he was really getting into this. "Little lap dance once in a while?"

Jared shrugged. "Can't say I've ever danced for him." His gaze slid towards Tristan. "We've never done that, have we?"

This little bit of role-playing was going to be the death of him, Tristan was sure of it. He cleared his throat. "No, we haven't. In fact, I've never seen you dance."

"Never?" Rolex squeezed Jared's arse. "Maybe we should fix that."

Oh God.

"Oh yeah?" Jared arched an eyebrow. "What do you have in mind?" Well, at least one of them had the ballsy confidence tonight. Tristan chastised himself silently, trying to get his mind back on track. This was so not like him.

"I think ..." Rolex watched his hand sliding down Jared's thigh. "I want to see you dance."

Tristan moistened his lips. "Dance, how?"

"You." Rolex tapped the centre of Jared's chest with a single finger. "On his lap." The finger pivoted towards Tristan.

Jared slowly swept his tongue across his lower lip as he turned his head. "I think we can swing that."

Damn it. Rolex had just changed the rules, hadn't he?

Very well. Tristan could work with that. He could play by the john's rules and still hold the reins.

Tristan cleared his throat again. "It'll cost you."


(Continues...)

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Really enjoy Alexsandr Voinov's writing style and have loved every book of his I've read. I highly recommend this series to anyone who's into intensely erotic and sensual scenes. The only thing I would change is the length of the books. It would be great to have multiple scenes in every book that would allow a deeper look into the minds and bodies of the characters, because the characters are HOT HOT HOT! *Check out Alexsandr Voinov's website for his FANTASTIC Special Forces stories. They are second to none!
tasim More than 1 year ago
The MArket Garden series is seriously HOT! Love these characters!
Under_The_Covers_BookBlog More than 1 year ago
Reviewed by Guest Reviewer/Leigh & posted at Under the Covers Book Blog Good God Almighty – just when you think Witt and Voinov couldn’t write anything hotter than QUID PRO QUO, they prove you wrong with the ever-scorching TAKE IT OFF.” ~Under the Covers Good God Almighty – just when you think Witt and Voinov couldn’t write anything hotter than QUID PRO QUO, they prove you wrong with the ever-scorching TAKE IT OFF. TAKE IT OFF picks up a little while after QUID, and we again find Tristan and Jared at the Market Garden waiting for some work to come their way. Since their insanely sexy-hot time together in QUID, they have become the guys that clients love to hire together to fulfill their fantasies. And that seems to suit these fellows just fine, especially Tristan. Tristan was the one with major experience under his belt (pun not intended) in QUID, and Jared both looked up to and had a crush on him. In this installment of the series, it seems that the reverse has happened. Jared is a lot more confident in himself now, he has an extra (and very sexy) strut in his step, and he doesn’t hesitate with calling some of the shots. Working with Tristan in QUID was a dream come true for Jared, but now, Tristan is the one we see who wants Jared. It may be just due to the change in perspective (in TAKE, everything is told from Tristan’s point-of-view), but I love the way that Witt and Voinov have done it, and changed it up for the reader. Enter Rolex, the same john who hired them in QUID. He comes back and hires Jared and Tristan for what will hope to be another amazing night where Tristan gets Jared all to himself and doesn’t have to share. Rolex is a voyeur, after all. However, the john does change things up a bit, and holy crap, he changes it up so very, very well! The change puts a lot of power in Jared’s hands, and we get to see him tease Tristan and pay him back for the how he teased and drove Jared crazy previously. Jared’s skills and confidence ooze right off the page, as do the effects that they have on Tristan. And trust me when I say that all of that oozes right off the page and doubly effects the reader. *PHEW!* TAKE IT OFF is an extremely and insanely sexy story. While it is a short story and fully erotic, Witt and Voinov are able to master telling the story so that the plot is as strong and well-developed as the scorching sex. Having things told from Tristan’s point of view also gave the reader insight into his sexy mind, and it was nice to see that he has a healthy dose of a crush on Jared, just like we saw from Jared in QUID. And without giving it away, I’ll just say that I am so thankful to Rolex for deciding to take advantage of Jared’s major skill set to seduce Tristan (and himself). Witt and Voinov wrote it so well, I could picture every moment beautifully in my mind. So, run – don’t walk – to your favorite e-book retailer and get this book. It is one not to be missed, and I cannot wait to read the next! *Review copy provided by publisher
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shirley_frances More than 1 year ago
Once again I got to visit with Tristan and Jared from Market Garden, only this time around it wass Tristan's turn to experience the frustration of delayed gratification. Since the first encounter that took place in Quid Pro Quo, Tristan and Jared have been teaming up to bring pleasure to the Johns that frequent Market Garden. Although the money has been good and the encounters get hotter each time, Tristan wants more from Jared than the time spent working with him. He is not sure how Jared feels about this and he fears that his chance for exploring their connection has gone by. He is currently thinking about his options and how best to bring the subject up when Mr. Rolex walks in with another offer the boys can't refuse. And so it begins. A limo ride. A hotel chair. Kylie!!! From the start I could see that Tristan was overwhelmed by his attraction for Jared, but it wasn't until they got into the limo that I truly got a glimpse of how conflicted he truly was. His usual composure was shot to to pieces and his every thought centered in how to make Jared his. And then he sat in the hotel chair, the music started and Jared began moving. Aleksandr Voinov and L.A. Witt have ratcheted the lust factor to NUCLEAR HOT on this second installment of the Market Garden series. But the most surprising thing of all is the character's connection. After having read Quid Pro Quo I wondered if these guys would develop something more than a working relationship. I knew Jared had a huge crush on Tristan, but I didn't know how Tristan felt about him because he seemed so in control all the time. And how I enjoyed seeing him out of his head in lust. Oh Lordy! This was a ride I won't soon forget. Gyrations, licks, nips and thrusts. Lust, yearning, seduction. Here, there, everywhere. My only job was to sit back and enjoyed the show. And enjoy I did! There are no words for me to describe what happens next since it's something you have to read to get the whole experience for yourself, but I will say that is was extraordinary. From the first piece of clothing taken off to Tristan's proposal to Jared in the end, the authors really outdid themselves. I was hot and bothered, expectant and completely engrossed in the scene as it played out. And the best part of it all is that I finally got into Tristan mind, so I can better understand the connection that goes along with the chemistry these guys share. I had been anticipating the release of this title ever since I read the previous one and my eagerness was not helped every time I came across the author's interactions on Twitter while I was lurking observing quietly my Twitter feed. I am happy to say that Take It Off was everything I expected and then some! I received this title from Riptide Publishing from NetGalley in exchange of my honest opinion.