“You know what I mean, goddamnit. Now kick rocks. I got another girl coming, and I gots to get my groove on.”
I got out of there as fast as I could. Once I was back in my car, feeling semi-safe, I called Loren.
She answered. “Hello?”
“What is wrong with you? I hate this. I can’t do it.”
“You’re saving your father’s life.”
“That doesn’t matter. He spent the entire time trying to get in my pants. He literally told me to hop right on it. I’ve never been so disgusted in my life.”
“What can I say? You gotta do what you gotta do. What other choice do you have?”
“That doesn’t mean I have to like it. This is weird, Loren.”
“Wait till you get paid. You won’t be saying a thing. You’ll be on your knees, kissing my feet.”
“He’s a drug dealer, isn’t he?” I asked.
“That’s a hell of a lot more common than you think.”
So I’d be delivering packages for a drug dealer. Great. I didn’t see why I had to dress sexy to do it, but I guess it was part of the fun for the buyers. Or Tony’s twisted idea of customer service. “If he does anything, I’m holding you accountable,” I said.
“Would I send you to a guy like that?”
“I’m starting to wonder.”
“You’ll be fine. Stop freaking out. Just do as you’re told, and you’ll rake in the cash.”
“Are you sure it’s going to be enough money?” I asked. It was the only question that really mattered.
“Positive. Look, I gotta get dressed. Call me later.”
“All right.” I hung up and drove home as fast as I could to take a shower. No matter how hard I scrubbed, that smell wasn’t going away. I wasn’t going to feel clean ever again.
Chapter 5
Jake
I had no self-discipline. That was my biggest problem. The second my cock got hard, I had to touch it. Every time I ignored my urges, I’d spend hours torturing myself over it. Just the feeling of my pants rubbing against the head of my cock was enough to get me going.
I stripped down and turned on the shower. My cock was already jumping. I pulled on the foreskin and stroked my palm over my shaft. It was meant to be a tease, but it turned into something more. By the time the water had heated up, I stroked myself furiously.
I had to give myself some time or else I’d come right away, but I was never any good at edging. I had to have it, and I had to have it now. I walked in and let the water pound down my body, over my neck and my chest until it slammed against my cock.
The pressure was too much. I grabbed the shaft and slipped my palm over it. I kept thinking about the girl from downtown. It was her unique look that reeled me in. I was tired of plastic perfection and silicone tits. I needed somebody natural who didn’t have to spend hours worrying about what she looked like.
I imagined myself peeling off her shirt and the expression on her face when I unhooked her bra. My cock pounded with excitement. My hand couldn’t move fast enough. I needed to know what it would feel like to have her wrap her lips around the head of my cock and slide down over it, gently at first. Then she’d pucker her lips and swallow the whole thing.
I wondered if she’d gag, or if she could take the whole thing without even thinking about it. My body screamed. My head tingled, and I could feel the pressure building up inside me. I braced myself against the shower wall.
I wanted her. I didn’t want one of Tony’s girls. I wanted her, and I knew that none of the other girls would match up. They wouldn’t have those long, perfect legs, or that tight butt, and gorgeous tits.
I wanted to pierce through her shell, tear her clothes off, and make her scream. I could practically hear her. I could almost taste her nipples between my lips, and see the way her eyes rolled into the back of her head when I pounded through her.
A warm stream shot out, and I watched as it flowed down the drain. It was anticlimactic, but sweet nonetheless. I scrubbed myself down, dried off, and stood in the bathroom mirror so I could do my hair. Just a quick swipe of my fingers and it stuck up in the front just like it was supposed to.