Playing with the Enemy
Yin U.ma he's making eyes at meon my own pretending he's beside mehis eyes dilate when he looks at mehe sneaks glances at me
They didn’t cross the line, but they may as well do that, too, given the responses from their clients’ bodies.
When we were done, I had come thrice, and, most importantly, my side had stopped hurting. Completely.
“Here,” Sorin remarked at the counter.
He placed three small bottles of mixtures on the desk. I lifted each one in turn. One liquid, one powder, one paste.
“I figure you’re running low on stock?” he commented, eyeing me as I regarded each container.
“This one,” he tapped the paste. “External use only. Good for cuts and bruises. Anything deep, go to the doc.”
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