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“Don’t you know that they say Aphrodite was a redhead?” I tell her, reaching over to put a hand on her thigh. “And she’s always been depicted as curvy. So you’re basically calling a goddess ugly.”
“I am not,” she says, refusing to look at me. But I see how she peeks at me from the corner of her eye. “I didn’t know that about Aphrodite,” she adds.
“It’s true. One of my favorite subjects in school was history,” I say as we pull onto the main drag. “I was obsessed with Greek myths.”
“Really? I loved history too!” Sienna exclaims, turning to face me. “My favorite was Tudor history.”
“Yeah, that was a crazy era,” I agree. “Henry was kind of a dick.”
She giggles and I watch as the tension leaves her. “You’re not wrong,” she says. “Have you ever—” but at that moment, we pull into the tiny park and Sienna gasps.
There are at least fifty people hanging out and milling around when we get out of the car.
“Hey!” Davis, one of the older residents of the neighborhood comes trotting over, waving us down. “I put out the word like you said. Told everyone to show up here first thing in the morning.”
“Thanks, Davis,” I say, slipping him a ten for his troubles. I turn to Sienna. “Told you we’d help you out.”
Her eyes are wide as she takes in the sight of all these people waiting to be interviewed for her research study.
“You guys really did this?” she asks. Her voice is soft, eyes wide.
“Yup. I’ll be over there,” I say, pointing to a picnic table a few feet away. “Gonna keep an eye out while you do your thing.”
Sienna beams at me, her smile hitting me right in the chest. I watch for a moment as she scrambles for her bag, pulling out her clipboard.
“Right,” she says, more to herself than me. Raising her voice, she calls out to the people standing around. “Form an orderly line, please! You’ll all be asked a series of short questions. If you qualify for the study, there will be a longer interview that we can schedule for later. Anyone who participates in the study will receive compensation.”
People start lining up as instructed and I hang out on the picnic bench, watching with an amused smirk as she gets down to business. She sits on one side of a table, taking down information from each person in turn.
It’s a few hours before she’s done and she comes back over to me in a daze, leafing through the stack of paperwork she’s collected on everyone.
“I can’t wait to make Owen eat his words,” she says, a giggle escaping her. “Owen is my boss on the project. He’s been riding me hard about this.”
“Looks like you’ve got what you need for today, right?” I ask. “Do you still want to go to the old community center?”
“I should get back and compile this data,” she says, shaking her head. “Let’s go back.”
Hiding a grin, I escort her back to the car and we head for the house. Bastian and Caleb are still gone when we arrive.
“You know,” Sienna says, her voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability, “I just wonder sometimes if all this research I’m doing will actually make a difference. I feel like I'm constantly fighting to prove myself against my boss.”
“You did good today,” I tell her. “Don’t let your boss get you down.”
Sienna’s eyes light up at that and it tugs at my heart to know that she’s had so few compliments in her life that a few crumbs of praise have her glowing like the sun.
“I’m going to reward you for your good behavior,” I say, stepping up to her to lean down and kiss her. “Lie down on the couch.”
She hesitates a moment, searching my eyes with her own, then obeys, climbing onto the couch. I tug her tights, plaid skirt, and panties down in one go before spreading her pussy lips and fusing my mouth with her wet cunt.
A shudder escapes her, body writhing as I lick and suck her clit, moving fingers down to slip inside her. She’s already wet, making the slide easy. I peek up and she’s got a blush going from head to toe.
“You like that?” I ask, moving back down to nose at her bud. “You’ve never been eaten out before, have you, Princess?”
“No,” she stutters out, hands moving down to grip my hair. She tastes sweet and a little salty as I curl my tongue around her entrance, thrusting inside.
It’s not long before she’s rocking against me, slick spilling out as she comes under my ministrations. “Good girl,” I say, before cleaning her up with my tongue. “Can you grab my laptop, it’s over near the recliner.”
Sienna takes a moment to put herself back together as I head into the bathroom to wash my face and hands.
