From stunned senseless to flirty in a split second. A true pro.
Yeah, she’ll do nicely.
“Glad we got that settled.” I nod and reach around her, to the top drawer of the dresser. “These ones okay?”
I bring the package toward the light so she can read it—brand, ingredients, whatever. One girl shriekingmy cooch is on fire!and practically kneeing me in the balls to get away and I’ve learned to ask proactively about allergies and shit.
Sapphire glances down, then back up at me, right through her lashes. “I’m clean.”
“Good for you.” I offer it again. “There’s non-latex too, if you want.”
She frowns. “Are you…not?”
Instead of answering, I flick open my phone. Page to the clinic app. Hold it for her to read. As she does, I slip the condom in my back pocket for easy access.
“Oh.” She pulls a quick, tiny sad face. “So why can’t we…”
The look on my face shuts her up.Nice try.She could play me timestamped videos of her taking the pill every day for the last ten years and I’d still wrap my shit. Between this and piercing clients, I don’t fuck around about anything bloodborne or sexually transmitted, and that includes kids.
I fucking hate kids.
“Sapphire’s not my real name, you know.”
“I know.” Blue’s not mine either. “Hard lines?”
Sapphire thinks. “No…non-sexual bodily fluids.”
I smirk. That’s almost funny. “Okay. What else?”
“Nothing.”
Bullshit. “What else?” I repeat. “Safe word?”
“Stop.”
Very original. “Okay. What else?”
Sapphire sighs. “Jesus, Blue.” She eases her way toward me, leaning over so that her plumped-up rack is fully on display. “I’m not a virgin.” She’s at my chest now, staring up at me, whispering. “I won’t break.”
My dick stiffens.
“You promise you’re not wearing a wire?” she murmurs. “Then take off your shirt and prove it.”
“Wait.” I yank my shirt hem out of her hands, rip it over my head, and lean back to click the START button.
YOU ARE NOW LIVE.
Perfect.
“Go.”
Except I don’t let her go. I grab her by the neck and pull her the rest of the way to me. She moans, a perfect, hot little porny moan, and I grip her jaw harder.
“You want a good time, babygirl?”
She barely manages anuh-huhbefore I rake my mouth over hers, her lips all soft, sweet, warm.
I jerk back and spin her.
