Jenny had her book written. All she need was a cover photo, so she called on a few friends for help
Excerpt
“Do you work here?” the man asked.
“I could,” Jenny said.
“Shall we?” he asked.
“Yes,” she mumbled.
Barely able to get her legs moving, she followed the man across the floor and through a curtain that barely concealed the interior of a room, a small, carpeted room with a lone chair and a small table. The man sat on the chair and laid a hundred dollar bill on the table next to it, and patted his lap.
“Should we let your friend’s song finish before we begin,” he asked, “or, better yet, could we start now and go through another?”
“We can start now,” Jenny whispered. She realized that she should have asked someone how to perform a lap dance, but she figured there was only one way. Turning her back towards the man, she eased herself onto his lap and began gyrating her hips.
“Mmmm,” he whispered. “Can I lower your top?”
Jenny hesitated for a second. Should she ask for money? What did Kandi say? “If…if you gave me a hundred dollars more,” she said. “Then I’ll lower it.”
When she saw the hundred on the table, she eased the top of her dress over her breasts, bunching it around her waist.
“Can…can I touch them?”
Yes. Kandi was right. These men had money and were willing to spend it. She remembered what Mel had told her - negotiate! “Two hundred more,” she said.
“For two hundred I want you to lift your dress up over your hips as well,” the man said.
“Okay,” Jenny said. She stood up and slid her dress over her hips, exposing her butt to him.
“How old are you?” he asked.
“How old do you think?”
“Eighteen…nineteen?”
“Nineteen,” Jenny said, not wishing to destroy his fantasy.
“I’m putting five hundred on the table,” the man said. “I want you naked and facing me, and I want to suck on your tits and feel your pussy.”
An orgasm, not created by any physical sensations but solely by her excitement, tore through Jenny before she even turned around. Breathless, her head spinning, she managed to maintain her balance while she shed her dress. Then, facing the man, she spread her legs and lowered herself onto his lap.
He lowered his head and began rolling his tongue over her nipples. He reached behind her and slid two fingers into her soaked snatch. She rocked back and forth, lust propelling her faster and faster.
“A thousand more if you suck me off,” he whispered.
She shook. She trembled. Fear and excitement gripped her but, so did guilt. She made a point of reminding herself that she and Sam needed money. What was the harm? “Unzip your pants,” she said.
She dropped to her knees while the man fumbled with his clothing. As soon as his prick was free, she lowered her head and voraciously attacked it, taking it deep into her throat, clenching her teeth around it, and squeezing the man’s sacks.
He groaned, stunned at her ability to take him so deep. “Holy Christ!”
Blast after blast of hot cum hit her throat while, at the same time, wave after wave of orgasm ripped through her cunt.
The man sighed as Jenny sagged to the floor.
“You’re fantastic,” he said. “I’m gonna call someone. He’ll be here in about an hour. Save yourself for him. He’ll give you a lot more than I could. His name is Roland. What’s yours?”
“Jenny.”
“Oh, Jesus,” the man laughed. “Even your name says schoolgirl. You’re gonna make a lot of money, honey.”
The Matchmaker:
Angela Calminetti, mother of five, New Age practitioner and gifted psychic and telepath, is proud of her family ties and does everything she can to make sure that all of her younger siblings are as happy in love and marriage
When Miranda Nolan inherits a house she soon discovers a need to solve the mysteries surrounding the late owner along with resolving the strong attraction she feels for a co-claimant who lost his hearing and faces a world of silence.
