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“That’s impossible.”
“It’s true.”
“Don’t … don’t try and trick me with your made-up cloud facts.”
“Here,” I say, unfolding the chair. “Sit on this.”
“But then I’d have to move.”
“It’s not that bad once you’re doing it.”
Adrik rolls off the bed, standing gingerly. “Oh. You’re right.”
He sinks down on the chair, grabbing my wrist and pulling me closer.
“Why are you so far away?”
“Hold on,” I say. “I need better clothes.”
Quickly, I change into high heels, a wrap skirt, and a top that ties in the front. These aren’t things I would ever wear together as an outfit, but they’ll be easy to take off.
When I return, even though it’s only been a couple of minutes, the room is much darker. The sun is going down, sped by the thick blanket of clouds.
I start the music.
Company – Tinashe
Spotify → geni.us/savage-spotify
Apple Music → geni.us/savage-apple
“You got your cash?” I grin.
“I’ve got somebody’s money,” Adrik says, pulling it out of his pocket.
“Now remember,” I say sternly, “you’re trying to keep as much as you can.”
“I already want to give it all to you.”
I laugh. “But then you lose the bet.”
Adrik frowns, trying to recover his competitive fire. “Okay. I’m gonna keep this money. No matter how tempting you look. No matter how sexy you are when you dance … oh Jesus, this is so unfair.”
I’m already swaying to the music, running my hands through my hair. My nails feel phenomenal against my scalp. Touching myself has never felt so good. I brush my hands down my chest, feeling my hard nipples against my palms, following the curves of my waist and hips, caressing my body.
In the dim room, I could almost believe I was in a strip club. I can’t see Adrik’s features as distinctly. He could be anyone. Just another John, here to spend money on me …
I can hear the separate parts of the music in a way I usually never notice—the beat going on and on in a complicated cycle, the glitchy synthesizer, the soft little exhalations the singer makes outside of the actual singing.
I have to move. I HAVE to, it’s not a choice. Hitting the beat with my hips, my shoulders, feels intensely sensual and satisfying. Adrik’s eyes follow every motion. Everywhere I touch myself he stares, lips parted, the tip of his tongue dancing across his sharp white teeth.
I roll my hips toward him, showing a long slice of my thigh through the slit of the skirt. Adrik pulls a hundred-dollar bill off his roll, holding it out to me. Tempting me to come closer.
I step within his reach. He tucks the bill in the waistband of my skirt. His fingertips brush my skin.
I feel a wild thrill, like I’m broke as fuck and I really need the money.
I’m sinking into the fantasy. Believing in it. I feel like there could be people all around us watching, but I don’t see them in the dark, and I don’t care. All my focus is on the man in the chair. What I want from him … and what I plan to do to him …
