He eyed me up and down, his mouth open as if he wanted to take a lick of me. I was surprised drool didn’t fall out.
“I really can’t.” He shook his head. “Tonight’s not the night you hookers usually show up.”
“I know, but it’s a really slow night. I figured what better place to pick up a rich guy than here, so what do you say? Let me in?”
“I don’t know.”
“Come on. When was the last time you got off? You do this for me, and I can make it happen for you.”
“I guess it wouldn’t hurt, but if you cause any trouble, you’re out.”
“Thanks, handsome.” I stroked his jaw as I walked past him into the hall.
“How about tomorrow?” he asked. “I can give you my address or phone number.”
“Sure thing.”
He gave me his number, and I programmed it into my phone. In the past, I would have pretended to take the number down, but now that I knew better that I had to go all the way with the charade to leave no room for error, I added it. I could always erase it later.
“See?” I brandished the phone for him to see the screen. “You’d better rest up when you go home later. You’re going to need it.”
“Finally,” he groaned. “I’ve been wanting to tap that ass for so long.”
He grabbed my butt and caressed me through my stretchy leggings.
“You’re going to spoil the surprise for tomorrow.” I playfully pulled his hand away from my ass and danced away from him. I blew a kiss at him. “Can’t wait to see you tomorrow. You look like you know your way around pound town.”