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After that nasty dance, I was blown away. Holy fuck, did that really happen? After all, I was expecting filth, but I had no idea Taylor could deliver quite like that. Goddamn. Two candlesticks, one in her pussy and another in her ass? I’ve seen a lot in my day, but the young woman blew past all my expectations. All we need is some hard cock next time, and then she’ll be creaming like a waterfall.
But now, it’s onto next steps. After all, you can’t leave a girl like that untouched. Taylor’s worth every penny, and I plan to get my money’s worth.
Are you serious?the voice in my head asks dryly.You were getting out of the sex trafficking business, remember?
But I ignore my conscience because Taylor Hass has made me do a one eighty. I’m buying the sweet girl, whether she’s on board or not. With a determined punch of the keys, I dial up my son. Anthony’s face appears after the first ring, leering and grinning. He looks oddly sweaty and puffy, and his eyes are bloodshot. I wonder if he’s been drinking, despite the fact that it’s only ten in the morning.
“Pops,” he sniggers. “What up, what up? Great show last night, huh? So I take it you’re interested in my product? I knew you’d be buying.”
My heart’s pounding but I make like everything’s normal.
“She’s okay,” I reply, although of course, that’s an understatement. I’ve never seen a woman as sexy and nasty as Taylor, and I’m determined to get my hands on those round curves to enjoy in private. “Adequate, I’d say.”
Anthony’s eyes goggle.
“Adequate?” he spits. “We both know that’s not true. You fucking came like a fire hose, she was that sexy. So did I,” he adds darkly. “Fuck, I ruined my designer sweatpants creaming hard like that.”
I grimace because unfortunately, Anthony and I climaxed in the same room last night. It’s not what I want, but it happens on occasion when there’s an especially tantalizing girl available.
“Adequate,” I state again. “What are you asking?”
Anthony snorts.
“Taylor’s the cream of the crop, Pops. It doesn’t get any better than her and the price is going to be high.”
I recognize that it’s sordid to be purchasing a woman from my own son, but again, this is the Genovese line of business, so I merely shrug.
“She’s still a domestic. You know we don’t usually take those, and especially not from the Bronx. It’s low-class when we’re also offering product from Monaco and Switzerland.”
Anthony’s face falls, his forehead furrowing.
“But you’re interested. I know you, Pops. Listen, I’ll sell her to you for fifty thou. It’s my best offer, and you can’t do better than that. On the open market, she’d go for at least six figures.”
My snort is silent as my expression remains unchanged on-screen. What a loser. My son knows nothing about this business because I would easily pay double, if not triple, for a woman like Taylor. Thank god the Genoveses are getting out of the business of woman-flesh because clearly, my son has no talent for this line of work whatsoever.
“I’ll give you twenty-five,” I say in a casual tone. “Not a penny more.”
Anthony practically squeals with outrage.
“Not a chance! We both know Taylor is worth more than twenty-five. Seriously, that’s insulting Pops, to her as well as me.”
I shrug.
“Well, then I guess our conversation is over. Have a good day,” I say while making to press the off-button on my phone. But immediately, Anthony springs into action, flapping his hands furiously at the screen.
“Wait, wait, I want to make this deal happen. You’re just driving a hard bargain, Pops, so hard that it makes my teeth hurt. How about we call it forty even? What do you think?”
I pretend as if I’m thinking long and hard about paying forty grand for the young woman. Anthony twitches on the other side of the screen, picking at a zit on his chin while waiting for me to make my decision. When I feel that I’ve prolonged the suspense long enough, I finally nod.
“Okay, you have a deal. I’ll wire you the money this afternoon. Expect to see it in your account by five.”
My son nods happily, his eyes lighting with eagerness.
“Oh goody! Forty thousand,” he crows. “Not a penny less. You promise!”
I hold up my hands.
“Of course not. Have her delivered here by late tonight. I’ll be waiting.”
