Page 22 of Scoring Chance
A large, stocky male entered Rebecca’s condo and he took off his baseball cap. He had a bushy mustache that matched his fire engine red hair. His name was David Petersen and he was a photographer for one of the popular photography agencies Rebecca kept on speed dial.
“Welcome, David.” Rebecca closed the door behind him. “Did you want any coffee or tea?”
“No, I can’t stay for very long,” he spoke in a wispy voice, a sharp contrast from his build, “I just came by to drop off the pictures you wanted.”
“Oh yes,” Rebecca held out her hand and David frowned upon seeing how empty it was. She picked up his mannerism and quickly retracted her hand. “Oh, my bad. You want the payment first. I understand.” She quickly walked over to her Louis Vuitton purse, pulled out several stacks of Benjamin Franklins, and slapped it in David’s hand. “Now you have something I want.”
David quickly counted the large sum of money – twenty-five thousand – and handed the photographs over to Rebecca. She took the envelope, pulled out the glossy and hi-definition pictures, and was in awe by what she saw. “Beautiful,” she held up one picture of Dean screwing her against the counter top. She flipped through the other pictures and saw them in various sexual positions.
She squealed when she saw one picture of Dean shooting off in her face as he was overcome with ecstasy. She was going to hang that photo up on her wall.
“I’m done here,” David recounted the money to make sure it was the correct amount. It was the second half of the fifty thousand fee he’d charged. “Please let me know if you need anything else, Ms. MacDonald.”
“Sure!” Rebecca waved him off. “Thank you!”
Rebecca turned on some music, poured wine, and began dancing around as she glanced the photos. Oh, she loved them! On second thought, she was going to hang a few more of them on the wall. Her personal closet. No one would be able to see them but her and that was fine. She wanted a lasting memory of her time with Dean.
She took another gulp of wine and studied a picture of her riding Dean. She was bent over and they were embraced in a passionate kiss. She immediately became aroused and bit her lip in anticipation. Now, she was going to call him to see if he was available for round two. Or five. Or all twelve.
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Dean glanced down at his cell phone and recognized Rebecca’s phone number. He shook his head and put her straight to voicemail. Rebecca was a nice friend and somewhere underneath her hardened exterior, she was a good person. She was in his past, however, and Sydney was his future.
He just hoped she understood.
