Dasha shrugs. “Well, he is tall. And strong too. It could be worse.”
“And rich as hell. He dresses so well,” I reply.
She ponders the thought quietly. “I’d probably do it,” she says. “But you’re the responsible friend. You’re not supposed to make these mistakes. I am. And now I’m jealous of you.”
“Don’t be,” I say. “Tonight will be a train wreck.”
“Right,” she eyes me like I’m bluffing. “And tomorrow you’ll be telling me he has your socks.”
“Dasha, if that guy wants to keep my socks, he can go right ahead,” I say. “I need a new wardrobe. I think this man will be the perfect buyer.”
But I’m not using this man for his money. Far from it. He excites me, and I can’t wait to see what he has in store for me next.
Rocco
I make the drive to her house in the nice suburbs of Detroit and park the car in her driveway.
I clutch her pair of panties, unfolding them in my lap. Tonight’s the night. At least, I’m hoping it is. There’s just so much I want to do to her.
My mind is fucking racing with frighteningly hot images of her on her knees, begging for my cock.
I want to consume her wet cunt. I want to bend her over on her knees and take her from behind.
Fuck my business. This is what I was born to do.
I ring the doorbell, pocketing her underwear.
When she opens the door, I pull out a single rose and hand it to her. “Cute,” she says, setting it down on the table.
“What can I say? I’m old-fashioned.”
She smiles. “It’s beautiful.”
I look her up and down. She looks… amazing. Tonight, she’s chosen a red dress, and it’s very form fitting.
There’s nothing like seeing her tits pressed against the stretchy fabric. Her ass is plump, like a round peach.
I have half a mind to roll the back end up, to go to town on her, right here.
“You look gorgeous,” I say.
“Thank you,” she says. Her face is a pure creamy hue, combining wonderfully with her dark mascara. “You’re already losing this negotiation, you know.”
“Boy, do I know it,” I say, taking her hand.
She steps down the three steps to her door. Her heels click on each step, and her ass bounces. She’s more dangerous than half the men I deal with.
Fuck this negotiation. We’re already where I want to be. Her house. We just need to take a few steps inside, and we’ll be in her bed.
However, when my hand reaches for the car door, I know it’s over. Let the negotiations begin.
We step into the backseat, and my driver takes us to a restaurant I own. It’s a nice seafood restaurant. Very expensive.
She crosses her legs. “I could’ve sworn you would pick me up in a limo,” she says.
“I’m losing that bad, huh?” I ask.
She nods.