AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Chapter6
Fuck the therapist, how about no
Grayson
My plan was to stay with her long enough that she would come back to work. Instead, I watch her ass sway as she walks, and I can’t help thinking about her naked. And now she is using me.
She made me pay for the massage, and now, as we sit down for dinner, she motions to the waitress to send me the bill, before we have even eaten, but its pre fixed menu so the price is the same regardless..
I pay. Of course.
“Don’t you have that thing where women believe they are equal and have to pay for their own things?” I ask as the server brings over another drink she ordered.
“Nope, I don’t fall into that kind of feminism. Because I know I am better than any man, so why not use it to my full advantage. It’s not like men don’t use us.” She winks, swirling her wineglass. “You are in the business where they do use us. We have to take back the power somehow, and as far as I’m concerned, I hold all my own power, and no man will ever take it again.”
“Sounds like something you would say.”
“You want a girl like Destiny, who will lift her skirt and say, fuck me, Daddy, while being a good girl.”
I’m taken aback by her words.
I adjust myself in my trousers, and she notices. She always does.
“Where I would rather be on top, taking full control, with the man giving me his all.”
Fuck, my dick is instantly hard.
“I have control issues,” I tell her.
“Don’t we all.” She raises her glass in salute and takes a sip. “Don’t mind me… I plan to drink all this and then you are going to take me home. This time, you will keep your cock in your pants.”
“What if you want it out?”
A laugh bubbles up from her, and wine spurts out her mouth. She hastily tries to clean it up. “That will never happen. You’re not my type. I don’t want a used cock that has been in something like…Destiny.” she uses air quotes, and a sneer pulls at her lips.
“I’m sure I could persuade you.” Maybe. I’m not sure when things changed, but for some reason, I want her.
“I’m sure you could, but then I would quit the next day,” she warns.
“Understood. So no fucking.”
“Absolutely not. We don’t even like each other.” She scrunches her nose.
“This is true. I find you annoying at best.”
She laughs, reaches for the bottle of wine, and pours herself another glass.
“You don’t even want to know what I think of you.” A smile touches her lips, and it’s not her usual cocky smile. It’s one that is laced with amusement.
I lean back and study her. Her hair is down, framing her face, the darker strands peeking out from the bottom.
“Tell me,” I push, running a hand through my hair.
“You might fire me.”
“Now, we both know that won’t happen, so tell me. Not as your boss but as a friend.”
She finishes that glass and pours herself another one.
