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Huh. That’s depressing to say the least, but Clarissa merely shrugs again.

“You could do a lot worse than Clay and Casper Richmond, hon. I’m just saying. Plus, remember, you made five figures for last night’s romp. The money’s already been deposited if I’m not mistaken.”

My eyes go to my phone involuntarily. I did get a notification from my bank this morning come to think of it, but I was too lazy to check exactly what it was.

“Maybe,” I hedge. “But I’m still pretty tired from last night.” I don’t include that I’m also quite sore. My pussy and ass took a beating from Clay and Casper, and while I love the delicious ache, I might look a little weird waddling around like a lame duck. Any random passerby would look at my gorgeous companions and know exactly why I can’t walk right.

But Clarissa puts her persuasive powers to work again.

“Come on, Mara, be my dependable girl. Do it for the money, at the very least. You’re an intelligent woman, and the clients have stated that they’ll make another five figure payment for tonight’s rendezvous as well.”

I frown because this whole situation is feeling worse and worse. I know I shouldn’t think this way, and yet I want Clay and Casper to want me for more than just money or a fun time in the sack. I want them to want me for me, but it seems that my expectations are totally out of whack.

“Yes, but you know money isn’t an issue for me,” I say in a heavy voice. “I don’t need to get paid.”

Clarissa’s brows raise almost to her hairline.

“Yes, but what about saving for a rainy day? Besides, you do want to travel the world someday, don’t you? See the Great Pyramids and maybe the Hanging Gardens of Babylon? That would be fun, wouldn’t it? This extra will pay for that.”

I stare at the middle aged woman.

“The Hanging Gardens don’t exist anymore Clarissa. In fact, they were always more fiction than fact.”

She merely waves a hand dismissively.

“Well, you know what I mean. Maybe visit the Leaning Tower of Pisa or the canals of Venice then. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”

I don’t have the heart to tell her that the Venetian canals are horrifically polluted and that the Leaning Tower doesn’t lean so much anymore. It was bent so far over that they had to “fix” it somewhat, and as a result, it just has a nice tilt now.

But I don’t bother to say these things because my manager is right. I should at least save for a rainy day, and between my loans and living expenses, I’m not creating much of a nest egg.

I sigh again.

“You really want me to do this, don’t you? There’s no one else?”

She smiles, flashing very white teeth. Clarissa knows the end is near and circles in for the kill.

“Nope. Clay and Casper were very specific. If they can’t get you, they don’t want anyone. You should feel honored, hon.”

I sigh again.

“Honored because I’m their favorite girl for sex-on-demand?” I ask in a wry tone.

Clarissa shrugs.

“Call it what you will, but there are lots of girls who would be more than happy to take your place,” she says.

Okay, we’re back to that again.

“Fine, fine,” I say sourly. “I’ll go.”

My manager clucks with approval.

“Good. You won’t regret it. I’ll text you the details. Take care and don’t get too pruney!” she commands again.

Then Clarissa ends the video call, and I sigh before slipping back into the warm water. My hesitation was somewhat of a ruse because actually, I’m excited to see Clay and Casper again. It may not be a real date but at least it’s the semblance of a date. Given my recent dry spell, I’ll have to take it.

But then I frown while remembering back to last night. What is it with these two handsome, arrogant men? Why did they choose a semi-secluded setting, and the BYOB champagne? Not that it was bad, but still, Clay and Casper should know better than to be flaunting rules.

Even more alarming is the fact that they whipped out a dildo from nowhere. It’s not the toy itself that’s off limits, but rather that the agency has warned us about using toys produced by clients. Instead, we’re supposed to have our own stash of implements that are cleansed and disinfected for naughty play. For our protection, of course

Yet the toy came out of nowhere, I swear! And once they inserted it into me… well, I just couldn’t stop. My bottom felt so good stretched out like that, and I could feel their cocks twitching in my throat as they ran them in and out. All I cared about at that moment was my pleasure, and I got it three-fold.

With that, I sigh and shake my head. I’m a total mess of contradictions and I know it. Slowly, I climb out of the tub, my curvy form moist and pink from the hot soak. I have no idea why Clay and Casper are the way they are, but I’m going to talk to them about it tonight. I have to because once they get their mouths on me, I’ll lose my ability to think and the forbidden play will start all over again.

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