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“Nope, nope, nope!” I backed away from the naked Charles.

“Now, darlin'.” Charles reached for me.

“No, sir!” I pointed at his enormous penis. “That is not happening. My brand-new pussy is not ready for that monster! Get your clothes on and go. I'm sorry to have wasted your time.”

“Aw, come on, now. You can't leave me like this.” He waved at his cock. “At least suck me off.”

“Excuse me?!” I snatched up a silk robe and yanked it on, the feathered cuffs fluffing with my fury. “I am a lady! I'm not a prostitute you can demand services from.”

“I'll reciprocate.” Charles winked.

I paused. Considered it. Decided against it. “No. If you get me spread out and wet, we'll have sex. And it will hurt. No can do. I'm not into pain. You gotta go.”

“Damn,” he muttered and pulled on his clothes.

“You need to warn a woman before the clothes come off.” I pointed at him. “You can't just go springing a dick like that on some unsuspecting lady! You deserve this. Let it be a lesson to you.”

Charles chuckled. “All right.” He pulled out his wallet and removed a card. “If you change your mind or, uh, get more prepared for what I can offer, I promise I'll prepare you too. I know how to work with a tight pussy.” He grinned. “In fact, I prefer them.”

“Well, what man doesn't, darlin'?” I drawled, mimicking his accent.

He laughed and set the card on my vanity. “Yeah, you're right. But I promise it'll be worth the wait.”

“Yeah, yeah. Maybe I'll call. Go on now.”

Charles took my hand, kissed it, and left.

I smirked as I watched him leave. “Points for panache.”

Then I sighed and went out to the balcony to try to cool off.

A few minutes later, Charles left the building.

He looked up as if he knew I'd be there, and grinned.

I waved and grinned back. That is, until I saw Mr Average from the bar standing across the street. Staring at me. Then glaring at Charles.

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered. “He's rich and psycho.”

But Mr. Average didn't follow Charles as I thought he might. He only turned his attention back to me. In his stare was something more this time. Something sorrowful and a little beautiful.

“Nope!” I pointed at him. “Uh-uh. I don't care who you are. If you're a lover reincarnated from my past, move along, buddy. I'm not interested. This is a new life for me. Go on now! Shoo! I'm gonna call the cops if you don't.”

The man blinked, stepped back, then, with a baffled expression, walked away.

I chuckled to myself. “It's probably the first time a woman has turned him down. Money makes average men interesting.” Then I scowled. “It can also make them scary. Shit. I'm gonna need a gun.”