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We both stepped into the posh restroom and I was once again introduced to how the other half of the world lived. Everything in the room was top of the line and professionally decorated. Ceiling to floor mirrors covered one wall. There were two sinks, two urinals, and two stalls. Situated away from that area was some sort of sitting lounge—like anybody would want to lounge around in the bathroom. The furniture was made of thick purple velvet and a black chandelier hung beautifully in the center of the sitting area. The only ugliness about a room that was normally only meant to be functional was the remnants of some white powder on the black table in front of the couch.
Taking a few steps inside, I made certain that no one was inside the room except for the man that stood quietly by the door holding a basket of warm towels. His face held the fakest, most bored smile I’d seen in my entire life. Of course, if my job consisted of standing guard in the toilet, I’d be bored too. I felt sorry for the guy. What happened in his life that put him on bathroom duty? Seriously; bathroom duty?
I stepped back and moved to stand in front of him. “Sir, I believe one of the toilets is temporarily out of service.”
“No, sir; they are all in working order. I check them myself every fifteen minutes.”
Poor guy. I pulled out my wallet and counted out five crisp one-hundred-dollar bills, folded them together, and then offered them to him. “No, I believe you’re mistaken. It would be most helpful to me if you could wait outside in case a plumber shows up.” I looked over my shoulder at Micah, who leaned casually against one of the walls, and grinned in our direction.
The gentleman looked down at my hand and back up again. “I’m sorry, sir. What you’re suggesting could be considered unethical to many people.”
“It’s all good, Mr. Dawson,” Micah interrupted. “He’s a good guy and will keep his mouth shut. Take the money and enjoy a night on the town with the missus.”
The money was gone before I had a chance to turn my head back around. Micah winked at me and Mr. Dawson smiled.
“I’ll wait right outside the door to ensure you aren’t interrupted while waiting on the plumbers. This is new for you, Jinx.” He looked me up and down. “I might have known it would be somebody that looked and acted totally different than the rest of the folks who travel in and out of here. I’m thankful; you’re better than they are.” To me, he said, “Better be good to this one. Thousands of people pass in and out of this door every week. I can count on one hand how many of them acknowledge my presence, much less know my name. Jinx is special.”
“I’m already aware of that but love hearing others agree with my opinion,” I answered. Damn, I’d really misjudged Micah.
The minute he exited the room, I flicked the lock and turned around to look at my man. He looked all calm and casual, but there was a pretty blush on his cheeks. “I’m hoping we really aren’t in here because you had to use the toilet,” he said with a cocky grin. “I mean, you could have done that without lightening your wallet.”
I stalked toward him. My heart pounded with a force that might very well end up killing me. For Micah’s part, he stayed leaning against the wall, not appearing to be at all intimidated by the hungry look on my face. When I stood mere inches from him, I said, “Take those pants off again. We’ve only twenty minutes to work with, and I’ve got a job to do.”
He didn’t hesitate—just unbuttoned, unzipped, and dropped them to his ankles. His eyes, smudged seductively by the makeup, looked up at me, waiting for his next command. My hand automatically reached between his legs and pressed against the plug, pushing it deeper inside him and then giving it a twist and wiggle. He yelped and grabbed my shoulders to help hold him up.
“One rule, beautiful boy,” I said while I continued to play with the base of the toy, giving him tiny thrusts…knowing it probably bumped against his prostate with each movement.
“Fuck. Damn. Oh, fuck; that’s good,” he moaned, giving his hips a thrust toward my face. “What’s my rule?” Partially lost in bliss, he still had the sense and ability to tug his legs out of his pants and kick them aside. Once free, he spread his legs even wider for me.
I grinned. “Don’t mess up your makeup. They’ll be mad if they have to do it again…so, stop biting your bottom lip.” With that, I dropped to my knees before him and swallowed his swollen cock whole, not stopping until it bumped the back of my throat and pushed even deeper. He screamed, but didn’t bite his lips. Such an adorably good boy. Since we didn’t have much time, I took him to orgasm as quickly as possible by working my mouth up and down his length while playing with the toy at the same time. I pulled it out and pushed it back in, causing him to make a mewling sound that I’d fantasize about for the rest of my life. The more noises he made, the harder I sucked and the more abuse I gave his virgin hole. When I felt his balls draw up, my fingers toyed with them, as well. To be honest, I was quite pleased with my ability to work three of his erogenous spots at the same time.
