Must Read: The Exclusive Sexx Worker (18+)
Must Read: The Exclusive Sexx Worker (18+)
I turned to look at Fantasia, the bítch. Did she really have to tell Rich? Why hadn’t she just worked with whatever I gave her? But even though she’d had ulterior motives for telling Rich, she had done me a favour. I wouldn’t have been comfortable with her.
“Such a waste.” She said eyeing my body. “I would have enjoyed you immensely.”
“Alright,” Rich said dropping his call and turning to us. “One of the guys will be here soon.”
I walked over to Rich, “What’s happening? What’s the guy supposed to do? You want some random guy to fúck me or what?”
“Not you… her. You’re my exclusive. I can handle you fooling with a girl but not any other guy besides me.” He told me and I saw the message in his eyes.
He was warning me again and I wondered why. I knew the terms of our contract. I didn’t plan to fúck any other guy aside from him.
He left me and walked to the mini bar where he poured himself a shot of vodka, downing it all in a gulp.
“Would you like a drink, Fanny?” He asked ignoring my presence. He was still giving me attitude.
“Sure.” She replied, a very bright smile on her face.
She was now sitting in the middle of the bed, her legs spread open, exposing her midriff and G-string covered crotch for Ritchie’s pleasure.
I rolled my eyes at her obvious ploy.
He took a glass to her and she accepted it.
I sat on the couch in the room, consciously spreading my own legs open and giving a full view of my pússy.
Ritchie turned, a smile of approval crept up his face when he saw my position. I smiled back at him invitingly, lowering my lashes in a fake expression of shyness, as if I couldn’t meet his gaze.
He came over, knelt between my legs and pulled me forward by the hips. Then lowered his head to place slow kisses on my crotch.
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