Violent Tendencies

Selene

Santos handed me a credit card and told me there's no limit. Motherfucker has shit for brains because I just bought myself a new wardrobe and enough alcohol to drown myself and then some. I bought Louboutin’s too because why not? Daddy Henry needs to be impressed.

I stand at the mirror, checking myself out at every angle, and decide I'm a hot bitch. This tight black tube dress is clinging to every curve, making my tits pop, and my ass ripe. I'm sure Henry will love all the easy access to my best parts.

I get a text from Zander telling me everything is in place and now I just need to wait for Henry to tell me where to meet his driver. About twenty minutes later, Henry sends me a text to meet the driver in the same location as last time.

I get to the Rolls Royce and it's the same driver, only this time the fucker is a bit more curious. He keeps looking at me through the rear-view mirror and it's making me want to shoot the fucker in the back of the head.

We finally pull up to the house and when he comes around to open my door, he has the audacity to ask for my number. But being the good hooker that I am, I give him the local pizza joint's number by my house and blow him a kiss for good measure.

Henry meets me just inside the door and his eyes rake over me appreciatively.

"Good week?" The piece of shit asks.

"Yes," I smile at him. "I expect to be paid tonight for the last time as well." I wink at him.

"Yes, of course," he nods and heads for the office.

"Wait," I call out to him. "Can we go somewhere else?"

I keep to the script that Zander and I rehearsed.

"Pardon?" He quirks his brow.

"This is such a big house," I widen my eyes. "Do you blame me for wanting to see it?"

He relaxes and throws me a smile. "What would you like to see?"

"I have a thing for cars and I've always wanted to be fucked on the hood of a classic."

He tips his head back and laughs. "What makes you think I have any classics?"

"Any car over a hundred grand will do." I flutter my lashes and he laughs again.

"I will admit, it sounds intriguing." He takes my hand and leads me away from the office. I know the layout and I grin to myself when we head for the garage.

According to Zander, it's soundproofed and the furthest point in the house from the office.

The second we step into the garage, my breath leaves me in a rush. There's about ten cars in here and each one of them is at least a hundred grand.

"Wow," I say and for the first time tonight, I'm not acting.

"Pick your poison," he offers and gives me a wink.

It's fucking unfortunate that Henry is a slimy motherfucker that's into raping girls and if he doesn't end up killing them, he sells them to the highest bidder, because this piece of shit is handsome.

I walk over to a red Corvette and run my hands along the hood.

“That’s one of my son’s,” He says.

“Oh?” I look over my shoulder at him. “Think he’ll mind?”

I begin to pull up the hem of my skirt, planting my feet apart, and bend over to rest my elbows on the hood, my ass out and waiting for him.

He comes up behind me, running his hands along my ass cheeks, and then up my back to settle against my neck.

“All these cuts and bruises.” His voice is quiet.