The second book in the Life on Top series — inspired by the adventures of our own Penthouse Pets — Hot City Nights follows four wild young women as they explore sex and love in New York. In this exclusive excerpt, Regina parties with a sexy new partner.

Regina stopped in front of the Diamond Gin Yacht and eyed it with hesitation. It was very late; after her meeting with Carson, Regina had stayed at work well past midnight doing the year-end Human Resources spreadsheets.

Whatever party N8ick had been hosting was just breaking up. It looked like it had been a good night for gin. Japanese lanterns twinkled from the mast, illuminating the deck on which a jazz band was packing up amid pyramids of empty bottles. A burly man in a suit was helping the few remaining guests, all dressed in glittering eveningwear, off the gangway and onto the pier.

“Excuse me,” she asked the burly man, “is Nick Jenkins on board?”

He gave her a sleazy smile. “He’s probably in the hot tub. Behind the stage and upstairs. But I need to search your purse.”

She handed him the bag nervously. She hadn’t had time to go to the bank, and the envelope of cash was still there. The man pulled it out and whistled. “Business is good,” he said. To her relief, he handed it all back to her.

“What’s the party for?” she asked.

“Something for Penthouse. Pet of the Year competition.”

Pressing her way past a drunken woman in a fur stole and the drummer with all his cymbals, Regina wound her way through the deck chairs to the stairway that stretched up to the hot tub. Sounds of music and bubbling water drifted down from above. She reminded herself she was just coming for help securing that case of wine.

In and out quick. No cocktails.

She found Nick in the hot tub with Milan Anderson, Sophie’s sister Bella, and a small, dark-haired girl who Regina thought she had also seen on stage at the burlesque club. All four of them were topless, the girls’ breasts peeking up out of the foaming surface of the water.

With all the bubbles, it was impossible to tell what everyone’s hands and legs were doing, but the atmosphere on the hot tub deck was one of decadence, gin bottles and cocktail shakers and cigarette butts strewn about, lacy underthings crumpled in a heap inside an ice bucket, and a little white pile that could have just been sugar set up on a stack of Milan’s CDs within reach of the tub. It made Regina think of a Roman banquet, the kind where they trotted in virgins to be defiled.

“Regina!” Nick cried out, rising from the water to display his long, skinny legs and fat cock, which was halfway hard. Regina watched the warm water drip off the tip of it and fall into the tub. “Why don’t you strip and come on in, love? We’re just watching our favorite parts of Anya’s latest film.”

He gestured to the wall opposite their seat in the hot tub, where a plasma television was playing scenes from a porn movie. The dark-haired waif from the hot tub, who Regina supposed must be Anya, was getting fucked by a blonde girl with a strap-on metal phallus.

“Uh, actually, Nick, I just came to ask you a favor.”

She described the problem she was having securing a case of the latest vintage of the wine that Artemis collected. As she spoke, she tried very hard to look into Nick’s shiny blue eyes and not at his cock.

He reached into the hot tub for a floating cell phone and stroked himself absently while he placed a call. “David, it’s Nick. Not bad, just watching some bloody brilliant porn. I’ll send you a copy. Listen, can you get me a case of Cuvee Cathelin within the week? Brilliant. I’m going to pass you to a young lady who will give you the details.”

He handed Regina the phone, then slid back into the bubbling water. As soon as his cock disappeared into the hot tub, she wanted to see it again. She watched his arm move rhythmically as he beat off below the surface.

“Hello,” said the deep male voice on the other end of the phone line. “I’ll just need the delivery address and method of payment.”

She gave him the information, and they both pretended that she hadn’t already asked for the same case and been denied. More proof that success was all about connections. She hung up and handed the phone to Nick.

“Thank you so much.”

“Hmmm, why don’t you show me how grateful you are?” Nick slid over closer to Anya, making room for Regina on the hot tub bench.

It took guts to get naked in front of people who did it for a living. She slip-ped out of her office clothes as quickly as possible. As she walked toward the tub, trying not to feel fat, Milan Anderson gave her the cold once-over, his eyes burning beneath his huge blue Mohawk. Regina felt his gaze sweep over her like a powerful magnet. Anya murmured something in his ear that sounded mean.

Whatever. At least Regina looked like a grown woman.

Milan pointed at the television, saying, “I love this part.”

“Me, too,” said Anya.

On the screen in front of them, the young woman was gripping Anya’s boyish hips as she continued to fuck her with the metal strap-on. Anya was moaning in pleasure, her pussy so wet that whenever the shiny metal withdrew, a gooey line of juices trailed it.

“You have the most amazing nipples,” Milan added.

“You look better on a moving camera than a still one,” Bella said.

Regina felt a bit awkward. Was she expected to comment, too?

“It’s interesting,” she ventured.

Beneath the surface of the water, Regina felt Nick grab her hand and drag it to his lap. His dick was now rock-hard, and so thick that her fingers could barely cover it. Regina squeezed the shaft. She relaxed back into the foamy warm water, feeling oddly reassured. At least there was one guy who was simple to understand.

Nick put his own hand on top of hers and worked her fingers up and down. Regina glanced over at Milan and the Penthouse Pets, who were both watching the TV screen. It was impossible to tell if something was going on below the surface on their end as well, and Regina found it incredibly hot to be holding Nick’s cock like this, in public and yet secretly.

He was making her jerk him the way he jerked himself, and that was hot, too. She imagined Nick doing this to himself, thinking of her while he did it. There was something very masculine about the back and forth motion of his hand over hers, squeezing the length of his shaft.

“Harder,” Nick said. It wasn’t clear who he was talking to, her or the porn, but Regina tightened her grip on his shaft. He took away his hand and she kept going in the rhythm he had shown her. Her pussy throbbed beneath her, wet in the water. She jerked him off as they watched the guy buttfuck Anya.

“I like the lighting and color extraction,” Bella remarked. “Whoever shot this knew what they were doing.”

Nick leaned across Regina’s lap to fiddle with the jets, and Regina let her mouth rest for a moment on the back of his neck, kissing his hairline. For a moment, the light, clean smell of his cologne won out over the chlorine. Then he pulled away from her and leaned back into his seat. Regina felt a whirring from beneath her and then a sudden rush of pleasure as a stream of warm, bubbly water coursed between her slender thighs.

Nick winked at her. “A little faster on the shaft, love,” he whispered.

She tried not to betray to the rest of the hot tub the overwhelming pleasure she felt from the jet in between her thighs. The pressure was so powerful it almost hurt. It forced apart the lips of her pussy and swept along her clit and upward. It reminded her of sliding down banisters as a little girl.

Regina was finding it hard not to turn around and straddle the jet. She wanted the water directly on her clit. Nick’s cock felt so good in her hand, she could hardly stand it.

Anya sat up with a jolt, looked at Milan, and said, “Let’s go fuck.”

Milan’s look of punk rock cool softened into a boyish grin. “Your wish is my command, baby,” he said, swigging down the last of his martini and rising from the water. Surprisingly, he was not naked but had on a pair of Speedos patterned all over with the Diamond Gin logo. He offered a hand to each of the Pets.

Bella and Anya rose from the water, and Regina couldn’t help looking at the tiny slashes of pussy between their legs. Bella still had a little strip of hair on hers, but Anya’s was utterly bare. Bella had a waterproof camera in her hand, and Regina realized that she had been taking pictures underwater the whole time. She blushed.

“I always document life,” Bella said.

Nick stood and got out of the tub. “Now turn to face me, love, and let me fuck your pretty little mouth.”

Regina was happy to oblige, as that would let her straddle the strong jet he had turned on beneath her. She knelt on the hot tub bench, half in and half out of the burbling water, her knees splayed around the current.

The water felt just like a strong hand pressing up against her clit, warm and liquid and perfect. Nick got on his knees at the edge of the built-in tub, so his cock was eye level.

He was so wide she almost choked, but the waves of pleasure that emanated from her clit spread through her body, making her throat relax. Nick reached back and took her hair. She looked up at him and saw that his eyes were still fixed to the porn. His refined features had begun to lose their composure as he worked her face back and forth over his hard, warm cock.

“Oh, here’s the come shot,” he said, and he pulled out of Regina’s mouth and turned her head to face the screen, where they both watched as the muscular man sped up his strokes until he was fucking Anya’s ass in a hot frenzy. His face was beet-red, his jaw clenched. With a howl, he pulled out of Anya’s ass and jerked off over her stomach, his come falling over her flat belly and pert breasts.

As the man on the screen came, Regina felt Nick’s come hit the side of her head. She felt a momentary revulsion at the feeling, but then that feeling changed to pride. She turned back to face Nick, looking up at his ruddy face, now transfixed by bliss.

She humped the water jet and then reached up to cup his balls as they jerked upward, spewing one last shot onto her collarbone. The hot come dripped over her erect nipple to fall into the tub below. Nick pulled her face to his groin and held her there, crushed against his wiry pubic hair, the come slick between them.

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“Come for me, Regina,” he said.

She rocked against the jet, letting him bear her weight. His hip pressed into her nose and she couldn’t breathe for a moment. She saw stars.

She felt it everywhere: in her waterlogged toes, which convulsed with pleasure; in her scalp, writhing beneath Nick’s strong hands; deep in her pussy, which felt like it was melting, becoming one with the hot, foaming water she sat in. Nick held her there as she surrendered to the force of the jets.

Just when she thought it was over, he whispered, “Once more, love.”

Regina struggled, overcome by a pleasure so intense it hurt. She wanted to stop, but Nick straddled her body. He reached around to cup her ass in his big hands and pull her forward until she felt the plastic mouth of the jet press firmly against the thick outer lips of her pussy.

Her clit throbbed under the heavy force of the water. Nick lifted her chin up towards him and crushed his lips against hers, then brought his hands back to her ass to hold her firm against the hot tub wall. She felt him smile as he kissed her, as though in appreciation of the second orgasm now breaking in her. Regina’s body thrashed with the force of her climax, and she sucked on his tongue feverishly to keep from screaming.

She came even harder this time, her parted thighs quivering and her pussy pumping out its juice. This peak was higher and sharper, and it was over in a moment, leaving her spent and shivering in the heat of the tub.