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“Can you make her squirt?”

Jeff tilted his head and replied, “Hmm, I don’t know.” He directed his attention to me. “Do you squirt, whore?”

He didn’t wait for me to reply, just gave an evil grin and said, “Let’s find out, shall we?”

The men whooped and hollered in agreement.

I clenched my stomach, trying to fight my arousal, but every filthy word, every vulgar comment from the crowd only turned me on more.

My thighs trembled, my face flushed, and I hated that I couldn’t stop the slick drip between my legs—or the way my pussy greedily grasped his fingers.

I wanted to come. God, I wasdesperatefor it. But I knew the second I did, it would seal my place in his eyes. Not just his bought whore, but a slut who loved performing for an audience.

My hands sought for purchase against the slick table, to no avail, as I tried to hold on to something—anything—to try to stop my body from responding while he played it like his personal violin. His fingers curled and pumped with ruthless precision, pressing right where he knew I couldn’t ignore it.

Pressure built fast, and I began to pant.

Then I felt it—hot and sudden, pulsing out of me in a helpless gush.

I hadn’t come.

But my body had given him something else.

The crowd erupted.

“Fuck yes!”

“Shesquirted—look at that slut drip!”

“Didn’t even get her off, and she made a mess. What a filthy whore.”

“That’s a fun toy you just bought yourself, Jeff.”

My heart slammed in my chest, but it wasn’t just mortification that made it hard to breathe.

It was the awful, aching truth:

Ilikedit.

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Jeff

She squirted. Everywhere.

It splashed onto the table, onto my shirt cuff, and dripped down her thighs. And the room wentferal.

Fucking perfect.

They all saw it, that her body belonged to me now. Not just because I paid. Because I knew exactly how to use her.

Laughter. Crude praise. More bets about what I could make her do next. But I wasn’t listening to them anymore.

I was watchingher.

Eyes glazed. Lips parted. Her whole body shook as she tried to hold back the inevitable.

But I wasn’t going to let her.

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