Take the Heat
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“Tell me your name first.”
“Fuck. Shane,” he whispered.
“Shane what? I’m writing this down in case you skip out on me.” She picked up her pen and scrawled his name on the back of one of her store cards.
Are you crazy? Get him out of here! But he was a hot guy, and he was desperate, which meant he actually fit the bill quite perfectly…for the all-new Courtney’s Kink Adult Shop Calendar.
“Shane Taylor,” he mumbled. He winced when she pulled out her phone and snapped a quick pic of him.
She held her phone for another moment. “That photo and your name just went to my friend. She’ll tell the cops if something goes bad, got it?”
He nodded, his entire demeanor changed. No longer the scary criminal, now he looked positively sorry for himself.
“Take off your hoodie, and take off your shirt,” she ordered, still keeping her back against the wall.
Shane laughed nervously. “Is this a joke?”
“Not a joke. I thought you said you’d do anything.”
He stopped laughing. “All right.”
“You mean, ‘yes, ma’am.’”
He paused, a chagrined expression on his handsome face. “Yes, ma’am.”
Slowly, he peeled off his hoodie, letting it drop to the floor by his feet. Underneath, he wore a tight black T-shirt, his heavily tattooed arms now visible.
“Nice tats,” she said. She had her whole back done with fairy wings, herself.
“Thanks.” He looked at the floor nervously. “You need me to take my shirt off?”
“If you want to,” she said.
“And if I don’t?”
“Then leave.”
He stared at the door for a moment, then shook his head. “You promise you won’t call the cops if I stay?”
“Shane,” she said, smiling sweetly, “if you do everything I say, not only will I not call the cops, but I’ll actually give you three hundred dollars.”
Finally he smiled back at her, his straight white teeth showing. “All right…”
He stripped off his T-shirt, revealing a long, lean, muscled torso with six-pack abs. Perfect.
“Yup, you’ll do just fine,” Courtney said. “I don’t need to hold the gun on you anymore, do I?”
“No, ma’am. I swear.”
“Prove it to me. Get naked.”
Shane smiled nervously, but he dropped his jeans, kicked off his boots, and finally, with a deep breath, pulled off his boxer briefs.
His cock hung heavy and low, a nice size even if he wasn’t hard yet.
“Scared?” Courtney asked, nodding to his cock.
“Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry.”