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I shake my head, closing the distance between us, before she can start up the stairs. Wrapping a hand around her waist, I pull her against my body. She feels so fucking good.
I don’t have a lot of sex. Even though women offer it, I just… I’m not usually interested. But Chloe is different. The moment her body presses against mine, my cock is raging hard and my brain is buzzing.
“Twenty a night for how many nights?” I ask, watching her for signs she’s lying.
“I don’t know. Four, five times a week.”
“For how long?”
She’s trying to push away, but I hold her firm. “A year and a half.”
I do some quick math. “That’s nearly seven thousand dollars.”
She lets out a long breath. “It’s easier to just give it to him.”
“Not anymore. I just scared him off.” I spread my hand out over her back which I’ve worked under her jacket. The wad of cash she stashed inside the coat brushes my hand.
“Thank you?” she says trying to wriggle away. The wriggling is even nicer than the pushing.
“I’ve saved you two thousand dollars just the rest of this year.” I say. “Understand this is a service that people pay me to deliver.”
She goes still, her eyes growing wide. I can’t see their green color in this light, I can barely distinguish it in the intimate lighting of the piano bar. I’d like to see them in the light of day. “P-pay you?”
“Now I happen to know you’ve got money in your pocket.”
She starts to tremble. It’s not my intention to frighten her. Then again, I don’t really care. Either way, I am going to get what I want from her.
Using my free hand, I reach into the jacket and extract the wad of bills. Must be close to a thousand dollars here.
“What?” she squeaks, grabbing for the money. That’s when I push her belly against mine, the thump of my hand stealing her breath.
“I just performed a service for you. This is my payment. As a waitress, I think you understand.”
“But I didn’t ask you to, and…” I hear the catch in her voice. “I need that money.”
Now we’re getting somewhere. Thet feel of her against me is fraying at my normal control and I massage a circle on her back, the feel of her stomach against mine, making my balls so heavy. “Listen. I’m not unreasonable.”
I hear her soft snort. “Right.”
A grin curls one side of my mouth. “You paid me for a service just now. You want this cash, you perform a different service for me.”
A tremble moves through her entire body. Then she freezes like a little bunny being hunted. I’m not even sure she’s breathing, she’s so motionless, and I thump her back to make certain. That’s when a strangled sound, like the noise of a dying animal comes out of her throat.
It’s a sound that I have a fair bit of familiarity with, so I know that I’m about to make the kill.
Only this one is metaphorical. Probably.
“Service…” Her whisper is full of tears. I don’t actually like it when women cry. It breaks something inside me.
My hand fists in her shirt. “I won’t touch you. I just want to look at you and?—”
“What?”
My brain is buzzing, barely clear. I need release and I think I might need to get Chloe out of my system because she’s got me feeling…
Lifting her feet off the ground, I carry her up the steps.
She goes wild in my arms, kicking and scratching. I stop, pinning her to my chest. “You’re going to strip off your clothes and let me jack off over that pert little ass. Then I’m going to leave your money and go. Keep fighting, and I’m going to come up with a new, and even more exciting plan.”