The Corner of H & L (7)

“I can think of things to do to you that would be worth ten thousand. Or it could cost you no money at all. I’m not hung up on cash.” She had pulled down the visor and was checking her makeup in the vanity mirror, batting her eyes and pursing her lips. She angled it a bit further down and cupped her substantial breasts, shifting the bodice of her dress to plump them and deepen her cleavage.

“What kind of a trick is this?” I’m sure there was some accusation in my voice. There should have been. “What kind of prostitute doesn’t care about money?”

“I’m not your average working girl, baby.” Satisfied with her appearance, she folded up the visor and turned again to face me. She was right – there was nothing average about her. “I’ve got all the money I could need. This is sort of my hobby – I’m a bit of a foaming-mouth nymphomaniac, you see.” The way those words rolled out of her throat, over her tongue, through her lips, riding to my face on breath smelling of cinnamon, was unbearably aphrodisiacal.

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Cheating Life – 10.4

We ended the tour in a diner on the street level, where we sat on the same side of a booth, squeezed onto the red vinyl bench so we could both watch the same people. I was still satisfied from breakfast, but she ordered a grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup for me, saying I may not remember to get dinner tonight. As I ate, she silently pored over a small tablet from her purse. Then, while my mouth was full, she asked, “Molly or Claire?”

I looked at her for explanation, but there was none, so I swallowed my mouthful and asked, “What do you mean?”

“Choose one – Claire or Molly? First reaction.”

For no good reason, I said, “Claire.”

She seemed pleased, so I finished lunch while she made jokes about the people passing by outside and whispered secrets into my ear. She had a taste of my tomato soup while it was still hot, but nothing beside.

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