He stroked himself, his hand moving fast, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She gripped the strap of her purse, her knuckles turning white, her body trembling with anticipation. We’ll get you ready for the show.” He turned, leading her through a door behind the counter, his hand resting on the small of her back, his touch searing her skin. He grabbed her, his hands rough and demanding, his lips crashing down on hers. “Kayla,” he repeated, his voice a low rumble. She’d been looking for her husband’s tax documents, not the sprawling grid of porn thumbnails that now stared back at her. She’d driven past the seedy part of town every day on her way to work, always keeping her eyes forward, never acknowledging the adult bookstores and strip clubs that lined the streets. “Good girl,” he said, before turning to the crowd. “Hello?” a voice purred on the other end, and Kayla’s heart stopped. We’ll get you ready for the show.” He turned, leading her through a door behind the counter, his hand resting on the small of her back, his touch searing her skin. And she loved every minute of it. “Please, Marcus. She found the number, her thumb hovering over the call button. She stepped out, her heels clicking on the pavement, her body trembling with each step.
