I changed the ad to narrow my available hours to the days I wasn’t working. Flip—there he was, on my mind again. Maybe it was my company that eventually loosened him up but that was hard to tell with his reserved personality. The second man (see, I was tallying them up already) made his calls and was soon at the condo’s door. Can’t be simply for the money,” he said, slightly shaking his head. I did like his deep voice, though. “You’ll pay, you bitch,” he cursed on his way out. He wasn’t fucking me exactly—I was fucking him. I saved his cock for last. He wanted another date. “You’re getting into me,” I cried, jumping onto him, and riding his cock like there was no tomorrow. I’ve got too many real crimes to worry about without busting gals like you. He paid me well for my “time and companionship” after all, right? “I don’t know, after all it IS a date,” I said, sounding obtuse enough to be okay.
