My head popped free of the shirts when I bounced on the mattress, and I could finally look up to see her towering over me, smiling. She was tucking her breast back into the bodice and readjusting her cleavage.
“Well!” she announced as she straightened her dress and tugged up the tops of her boots.
I might have been half-naked now, but she still wore everything, even her jacket. I wanted to see more.
“You’ve wanted that for the last half-hour, haven’t you? I could have charged you a couple hundred just for that, and I think you would have paid. But don’t worry-” She cut off any protest I might have been about to make. “That was a free sample.”
She crouched down at the end of the bed, keeping her eyes on mine, and caught each of my legs by the ankle. “Now we come to the real fucking deal, baby. Now we talk about supply and demand – service and payment. Now that you have a very carnal sense for what kind of services I offer.” She loosened the laces on one of my shoes, then tugged it off and tossed it to the side. She began on the other. “I think I’m going to give you that blowjob – that thousand dollar job that will haunt your nightmares for the rest of your life, because it’s in your past instead of your future. That’s what I’m selling tonight.” The other shoe fell, and she rolled down my socks.
