‘Nah. I’m cheap as they come.’
‘Good.’ He notices something. ‘Crotchless? Classy.’
‘He didn’t like them. He didn’t even fuck me. Well, he used a dildo, but does that count?’
Lloyd positions himself above me, looking down the length of my tackily attired body. ‘What else did he do?’
‘He made me put all the money in my underwear. Not in the bedroom – while we were downstairs in the bar.’
‘Really? That’s why you were walking in that weird way. I like it. Proper kinky.’
‘Can you fuck me now, please?’
‘I’ll fuck you when I please. Since I’m the buyer. First, I want to inspect my purchase.’
He pulls down the cups of the basque, before running fingers and then tongue over my tight, hard nipples. I shudder and arch my back underneath him, spreading my legs in silent, urgent invitation, but he takes his time, assessing the span of my waist, the curve of my hips, the angle of my collarbone, before moving lower.
‘So far, I’m impressed,’ he says.
He lifts my legs to better explore my most intimate spots, makes me keep them bent with pussy and arse on display.
‘Was the dildo big?’ he murmurs, digging three fingers inside my vagina. ‘Did it go all the way up here?’
‘Yeah,’ I gasp. ‘And there was money wrapped round it.’
‘Money? What the fuck? Weird.’ But his fingers are so smooth, so sensitive, so perfectly attuned to my quivering, pulsing cunt that I feel the first surges of orgasm again.
‘Lloyd!’
‘I know. It’s OK. Come.’ He adds a slowly circling thumb to my clit, ensuring that I can’t do anything else.
I toss and turn energetically, while his hand continues coaxing the climax out of me, not releasing me until the very dregs of ecstasy have leaked from their source.
‘Don’t go to sleep,’ he chides, tapping my cheek until I open my eyes.
‘Sorry,’ I mumble, lifting my arms to wrap them around his neck. ‘You’ll want your money’s worth.’
‘Are you going to answer my question now?’ he asks. He lifts my bum and opens me wider, ready to penetrate.
‘Your question?’ My mind is blurred, full of heat and skin and lust and satisfaction.
‘How much should you have charged for that?’
‘I think I answered that, didn’t I? When I gave the money back. Oh, please.’
I try to push myself on to him, but he holds back.
‘So you think you’re worth nothing? Is that what you were saying?’
‘You know it isn’t. I was saying that no money was worth what he wanted from me.’
‘You’re worth more than that?’
‘I suppose.’ Suddenly, I am doubtful. Am I? Is that what I meant?
‘So you should have charged more?’
‘No. I shouldn’t have charged anything. I’ll only do it if I want to. And if I want to, I won’t charge. That’s always been my way, Lloyd, you know that.’