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“No.” She looked embarrassed, as though she were illiterate or had missed out on something as vital as a basic education.
“Sit there and let me find something for you.”
I opened my laptop, which was more the venue’s official laptop. Something told me that Rey wouldn’t be too worried about me showing porn to a prospective client.
He did make a twenty percent kickback on each auction and was raking it in, as was I from the two percent I got. Last month alone, I had banked fifty thousand pounds.
I found a guy fucking a girl from behind, knowing that most men liked that position and that Sapphire would have to get on all fours at some point should she decide to go down this jaded path.
Peyton had me sucking his dick and doing all kinds of acts within one week of us hooking up. But he had a small dick, so it wasn’t so painful.
I studied Sapphire’s face as the blonde girl on the screen screamed out while a guy with a massive cock rammed into her. His hands squashed her big tits.
Sapphire’s eyebrows knitted as she looked on in horror. Or was that fascination? Porn didn’t turn me on. The only thing that turned me on was the thought of Drake ramming his dick into me.
But he was off in his world of older women in tight gym wear.
I gazed down at my watch. I had an elocution lesson at eight.
“What do you think? Could that be you?”
“She looks like she’s in a lot of pain. And he’s so big down there.”
I nearly laughed. “Well, they tend to use guys with big dicks in porn. Women love big dicks. Haven’t you heard?”
“It looks painful. Where would it fit?”
“Have you masturbated?”
She shook her head.
I picked up the cheque. “Here. Take it. Please. Don’t tell anyone about this. Okay?”
She nodded meekly and hugged me tightly. “This is so kind of you, and I will try to pay you back.”
“Forget it. Now off you go. I’m busy.”
Chapter 2
Drake
Carsonsteppedoffhismotorbike, removed his helmet, and nodded at me. “How’s it going?”
“Okay, I guess. I love your new wheels.”
“Oh, she’s smooth, all right.” He ran his hand over the seat like he might a woman’s curves.
I unlocked the door to Reboot and stepped away for him to enter. “How was France?”
“Fantastic. We travelled around the Mediterranean on a yacht. You got my postcard?”
I nodded. “Sure did. You look tanned and healthy.”
“I feel great.” He wore a rare smile. Carson had never been that kind of happy-go-lucky guy, but married life seemed to suit him.
He followed me into the kitchen, and I turned on the kettle. “Tea?”
He nodded, and I made us a tea before my client arrived. I always liked to get in early for a cup of tea and sit by the wall of windows to stare at the forest. It was a nice way to start the day. After living in a council estate for half of my life, the only nice view I got from our tiny balcony was the sky on the days when it wasn’t choking on fumes. Other than that, it was nothing but concrete and crowds of people moving about.
