“Do you want to take Jacqueline, and I’ll meet you there?” “Sure, Brooks,” the burly biker standing beside me says. He nods to Brooks—a handsome stranger I’d just met a few hours ago—and picks me up. He throws me over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift, and before I can say anything, sets me down. “Wha—” He’s sitting on an intimidating motorcycle and is holding out a helmet to me. “Hop on,” he says. He’s smirking, and I can tell he’s amused by my reaction to his fireman’s carry. “Why did you do that?” I ask, bewildered. “I’m fine walking on my own two feet. And where are we going?” “So many questions,” he says, still smirking. “I did it because I knew you’d like it. Was I wrong?” Fuck. My cheeks start turning pink, giving me away before I’ve even said anything. I could try lying to Maverick again, but given that he’s already called my bluff a few times today, that doesn’t seem like the wisest choice. I decide to ignore his question, instead focusing on the part of my questio
“You like that, babygirl?” he asks me. I’m quiet until he touches my clit. I start moaning, pleasure blooming throughout my cunt. Pressure is building, and I’m getting lost in the feeling of his fingers. He starts circling my asshole with his thumb, and I involuntarily shudder. “You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” he asks. He adds a third finger to my cunt and my knees start to crumble, “Oh, God, I’m going to cum,” I whisper. He suddenly withdraws all his fingers and an empty, achy feeling comes over me. “Noooo, why did you stop?” I whine. “Because you’re not answering my questions like a good girl,” he says, slowly slipping one finger back in. I breathe a sigh of relief and push my bum up against him. “More,” I whisper. “What was that?” He applies more pressure on my clit and a hot pang of pure pleasure shoots up my spine. I’m right on the brink of cumming when he lets up on the pressure. I deflate a little. “Please fuck me with more fingers,” I try again. “Or,” I swallow,
The man slowly unbuttons and unzips my jeans. He shimmies them down my toned legs. The man had already removed my pink panties earlier to stuff them in my mouth, so now I'm left standing with my bare cunt and ass displayed, completely exposed to everyone. The man grabs the hemline of my white cotton tee. He runs his fingers along my bare skin and I shiver. He suddenly presses the vibrator up against my damp cunt, and I reflexively close my eyes and moan. “Are you turned on now, babygirl?” he asks me. I purse my lips together tightly, “No.” “How about now?” He pushes my cotton tee above my breasts and pulls my perky tits out of my pink lace bra. He leans down and gently takes one nipple into his mouth and bites down gently. “Fucking hell,” I murmur. A warm, tingly sensation travels straight from my breast to my cunt. He flicks his stiff tongue over my nipple until it hardens. He presses the vibrator tightly against my pussy. “I’m going to love watching you eat your words as you
SPANK! I'm surprised by how much it hurts. A hot, searing pain radiates through my left cheek, penetrating all the way to my cunt. SMACK! The next spank hits my other cheek and I can’t help from crying out. “Fuck!” I yell. Before I realize what’s happening, the man rips off my panties and shoves them in my mouth. “If you want to safeword, tap three times. Now tap three times to show me you understand,” he says. Tears of hot shame and arousal are brimming at the corners of my eyes. I reach back and tap the man’s thigh three times. “If you want to safeword, you can tap now.” He pauses, giving me a get out of jail free card. I feel like I’m outside my body right now, watching myself. I know any sane person in my position would safeword and get the hell out of there … but I’m not any sane person. I’m enjoying this, getting off on it, and the worst part is that this stranger knows I am. I have no idea how he does—maybe Holt told him—but the important thing is that he knows. He
The man standing in front of me is what I imagine a modern-day, rough around the edges prince would look like. He’s impossibly tall—probably 6’4” or so—and has the build of a professional soccer player. He’s muscular but not bulky. His thick dark hair matches his long lashes, which are the only thing about him that’s remotely feminine. He has a small amount of stubble—enough that if I were to kiss him, I could imagine him scratching my cheek. I think about kissing this man, and I melt a little. “Jacqueline?” he asks. For once, I’m lost for words. I nod. “Did you miss my instruction about the red scarf?” he asks, raising one thick eyebrow. Oh, fuck. In my rush to get ready earlier, I’d totally forgotten. I’d even had it laid out on my bed. I feel my cheeks turn beet red as I blush. I hate disappointing people, and I’ve only known this guy for under a minute, and I’ve already fucked up. “I’m so s-sorry,” I stutter, “I honestly forgot …” My voice trails off as I watch his eyes le
I’m in the middle of a difficult physics problem set when my phone rings. I pick it up immediately. “Hello?” “Jacqueline, it’s Holt,” says a low, booming voice on the other end. “Oh, Holt,” I say. I sigh and sink down into my comforter. “You sound relieved.” “Well, I’m not sure if I’d say relieved, exactly,” I say as I twist a strand of my long blonde locks. “I’ve just been a bit on edge waiting for Brynn to call.” “About your first placement?” “Wait—how do you know about that? I thought Brynn was in charge of the whole thing.” Brynn is the owner of a sex club called ‘Paradise Lounge’ where I’d recently gotten a job. After making it through interviews and training, I was all set to work my first session. I don’t know what kind of session I’ll be doing, though, because sessions vary for each client. Brynn told me that for some jobs, clients would just want a pretty lady to hand out appetizers in lingerie, while other clients may want a full on gangbang. Most jobs take place