Page 12 of Daddy's Bad Girl
“I am better than the machine, but that’s not my surprise,” I reply in a smooth tone. “I’m not inviting you to my apartment for that purpose because I know you can get all the male cock you want. You’re a beautiful girl, and sex is easy to find for gorgeous women. Every man’s happy to offer his cock if you need satisfaction. But I have something even better, and I think you’ll enjoy it.”
Emma’s blue eyes flash slightly, and I can tell she’s intrigued. But then, the young woman bites her bottom lip resolutely.
“I’m so sorry, but I can’t. I don’t go to private homes.”
“Not ever?” I ask, genuinely surprised this time.
She shakes her head slowly, her blonde tresses swishing over her shoulders.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Blackshaw. It’s just a personal policy of mine. My private life is private, and I like to keep that separate from my work here, at Club Z. You can imagine how scandalous it’d be if the college found out I was moonlighting here.”
I shrug my broad shoulders.
“It’s not their business, sweetheart, and Evergreen wouldn’t intervene. Hell, when I was a student, a lot of girls worked as strippers to put themselves through school. It wasn’t a big deal, and the university didn’t give a shit as long as tuition was paid.”
Emma blushes again, but shakes her head resolutely.
“I hear you, but it’s just a personal choice for me. Again, my private life stays private, and hopefully what I do here stays within these four walls too. And you know that the club can’t force us to do anything we don’t want to do once we’re off the clock. I’m so sorry, Mr. Blackshaw, but it’s a no.”
Then, she gets up gracefully once more, ready to leave. But before she can depart, I press my card into her hand.
“That’s my cell number on there,” I say in a smooth tone with a smile. “Just think about it, and give me a call if you change your mind.”
Emma looks at the ivory rectangle in her palm for a moment, and hesitates for a moment. Is she going to change her mind? But instead, the curvy girl inclines her head.
“Certainly, Mr. Blackshaw. Of course, I’ll consider your offer.”
The way she says it means that she’s obviously just being polite. After all, Emma Kincaid has high standards, and I’m the disgusting low-life trying to drag her into a cesspool of fuckery. But then again, that’s my M.O. I live to defile young women while giving them the earth-shattering pleasure that their bodies crave. I adore taking a young woman through her paces, and giving her the dick she needs, inch by inch, in ways she’s never imagined.
But will I get the chance with Emma Kincaid? I don’t know because as I watch, the beautiful young woman glides away without a backwards glance. Hell, she practically floats on air, projecting a graceful regality, even in her barely-there outfit. I shake my head as my cock twitches again because I love women who are mysterious. I love ladies who are a combination of poise, sass, beauty, sex appeal, and wit ... and something tells me that Emma Kincaid’s curiosity will ultimately get the better of her.
8
Emma
“No Minnie, I can’t. There’s no way. Come on, let’s be serious.”
I’m seated at my desk in our dorm room, studying, as my friend does her nails. Minnie is a genius at nails, actually, and should definitely get certified as a tech. As I watch, she gets out a drill and gently files off the cuticle on one finger before holding her hand up to the light and nodding. I can see that her nails are already long, pink, and perfect ovoids, but she shakes her head before reaching for some glossy polish to fix a minuscule mistake that only she can see.
“I’m just saying,” Minnie says while examining her polish again. “It wouldn’t hurt.”
I stare at my pretty roomie.
“Mins, that’s crazy talk. This guy is inviting me to his apartment for who knows what? Crazy sexy times, and depraved acts. Oh my god, he could be a pervert with his own personal sex dungeon, and I’ll be chained in there for the next year.”
My pretty blonde friend looks up at me with a pointed stare.
“Girlfriend, you’re already chained to your desk. You’re chained by all those books and study guides, and you need to un-chain yourself from these invisible chains. You need the real thing. You need an alpha male in real life who will release you from your bonds.”
I stare at her.
“You’re talking like I’m a Greek slave who pulls hulking ships over land.”
Minnie shrugs before selecting a pretty pink polish from her basket of tools.
“I mean, you kind of are, Emma. And the worst part is that you don’t even like pre-med! I know, I know,” she says, before I can say a word. “The study of medicine benefits society, you want to help people, and there are so many people who need help, but I don’t know, Ems. You just seem so sad whenever you talk about your future.”
With that, I sit back.
