Buy Me

And pausing a moment, I gathered my calm. Do not blow up when you see her, a voice inside cautioned. Even if she’s a sack of shit with four eyes and tentacles, do not blow up. Just get up and leave, this place is shit, but who the fuck cares?

So I opened my eyes slowly, expecting nothing. Less than nothing, tonight had been such a downer that if an octopus stared at me, suckers waving, I would have just gotten up and left without a word. But instead, a beautiful girl looked back at me, hesitantly biting her lip.

“Handler,” I ground out. “Leave us.”

Just like that, the woman was gone, leaving the girl in her wake. And what a girl she was. The female couldn’t have been more than eighteen, ripe and supple with wide, innocent eyes and the pinkest, lushest mouth. Brown curls framed a heart-shaped face, topped off with a small chin and pert, perfect nose.

And the female was ripe too. As the brunette moved to seat herself, I took in that body, dick going instinctively hard. God, that lushness, it was a curvy delight, massive tits that jiggled and swayed naturally, no silicone here. And shit, that ass. It was huge and fleshy, just the way I like it, hips swinging freely before curving into a narrow waist, all of it highlighted by the clingy dress she wore.

“Hi,” the girl murmured throatily. “I’m Abigail.”

I didn’t reply at first, just looking my fill. Shit, this was a fitting end to the night. Suddenly the fact that I’d just waded through a dozen duds made no difference, the memory already slipping from my mind. Because by sticking it out, the prize had come at the end. Abigail was gorgeous, and I could tell from the light in her eyes that she was a catch, no vapid dummy here.

“Hey,” I growled. “Jared. Care for a drink?”

Even the fact that I was offering her a drink was notable because I hadn’t done as much for the previous women. Hell no, some of those ladies couldn’t have handled the alcohol, they would have gone from dumb to dumber in no time, making my job even more painful.

But the girl shook her head, flushing a bit.

“Thanks,” she said softly, biting her lip. “But I can’t because I’m underage. Not quite twenty-one yet,” she said with a slight smile.

My eyebrows went up. Shit, this was a girl with morals, most teens were always looking for someone to buy them alcohol. Hell, didn’t all the kids have fake IDs these days, specifically for that purpose? But the brunette was different, she’d turned down free shit without even hesitating. So I paused, just taking the female in. She was so luscious and even that voice had me hooked, her words coming out breathy and tantalizing. Or maybe it was the alcohol playing tricks on me, maybe I’d had way more than I thought and was tanked like a dumbass.

But what the fuck, I didn’t get to where I am by being a shy pansy. I take when the goods are offered, and a bonanza had just arrived, unexpected and lush. So I smiled lazily at her.

“Something virgin then?” I drawled. “I’m sure we can get whatever you need.”

The girl blushed at the word “virgin,” my eyes going sharp even if outwardly, there was no indication that I’d noticed. Holy hell, was the woman a virgin? Was this sweet teen untouched by man, pure and innocent? My heart started pounding like a drum because she was prime Club material if so, shit, she’d fetch a price at auction in the millions if it was true.

But there was no sense in asking straight out, that was for amateurs. Instead, the information was there, waiting to be mined, but I’d get at it subtly, pulling it out like a spider drawing out a skein of silk.

“Um sure,” she nodded hesitantly. “Maybe a virgin pina colada?”

I almost choked on my drink then, trying not to burst with laughter. Because a virgin pina colada is a drink you get while on a cruise with the parents, when Mom and Dad are watching, complete with perky cherry and colorful umbrella. But I didn’t want her to know how much she’d given away by her order, how naïve and yet innocently tempting. So I merely nodded and pressed the button by my chair.

A waiter instantly appeared at my elbow, bowing subtly.

“Pina colada,” I growled. “Virgin. And another Maker’s for me.”

The man didn’t even speak, nodding and vanishing in an instant, leaving us alone once again. And this time, I leaned forward, looking closely at the girl.

“So tell me,” I drawled. “How’d you get to be here, Abigail? Can I call you that?”

She nodded slightly. I wasn’t sure the sourcing techniques of this off-shoot location. Hell, it didn’t matter to me that much, didn’t matter to the Club so long as tapped into a pipeline of hot girls legal and willing. But asking her origins was a good ice breaker.