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Elmore is face-deep in some girl’s ass as he throws dollar bills onto the side stage, so I just leave him be and head outside to my car. I start it up and pull around to the back lot just as the girls are coming out. Anastasia comes up to the door and knocks on the glass. I roll the window down.

“Let’s see the money. We’re not going anywhere with you until we see it.”

She’s smart. I reach into the glove box and pull out the stack, wrapped in a crinkled up brown paper bag, and show it to her. “If you want to count it, we’ll be here for a while.”

She snatches it from me and frowns, then glances at Roxy. Mentally, I undress her…spread her legs open and tease her pussy with my hard cock. A little bit of pleasure would calm those nerves right away.

My cock flexes again, and I almost dump my load in my pants as I think about it.

Fuck, what her cunt must feel like…

“Fine,” Anastasia says as she opens the back door to my car and they slide in. “But we’re not fucking you. We’re not whores, so don’t get any threesome ideas into your head. Okay?”

“That’s fine, I don’t want you,” I reply as I hit the gas. I glance in the rear view at Roxy, the only girl I give two shits about now. “I want her.”

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Samantha

I’m still shaking. I w

ant to ask Anastasia to bonk me over the head with a big stick so I’ll have something to focus on other than the gorgeous man and the insane arrangement we just made with him.

Ten thousand dollars. It’s a lot of money. My share of the rent for the next nine months. But why is he doing this? If he thinks I’m going to have sex with him, he’s got another think coming. I don’t care how muscled his body is or how strong his jaw; I’m not for sale.

I’ve got my integrity. If I’m going to have sex with someone, it’s going to be because I want to – because I feel that spark that lets me know I’m making the right choice.

But I can’t feel anything right now. Anything other than the cold chill running through my arms. My fingers are practically numb, so I stuff them under my legs to warm them up.

I glance at Tressa as she counts the money. As long as this guy doesn’t turn out to be a murderer with a pit in his basement, all we have to do is make sure the night goes smoothly and we’ll be all set.

I hope…

“This boyfriend of yours,” Maximus says from the front seat. “What is he? Some little boy or something?”

“Ew, I wouldn’t date a little boy.”

He shakes his head. “You must be, because no real man would let a girl like you shake her stuff at some sleazy strip club.”

For some reason, my first instinct is to get defensive, but then I realize how stupid that is. Richard is just Tyler’s friend that Tressa picked out for me. It’s not like we dated and fell in love or something. And it’s also not like I’m actually a stripper or have any emotional connection to the job. What do I care? Tressa, however, takes offense.

“Says the guy at the sleazy club.”

Maximus rolls his eyes and makes a left. “My friend dragged me along. I wouldn’t be caught dead in a place like that on my own.”

“Uh huh,” Tressa replies. “If I had a dollar for every time I heard that excuse.”

Maximus doesn’t reply. He keeps driving, and a few minutes later, we’re pulling into a driveway next to a modest one-story house. The big guy gets out, and to my surprise, comes around to my door and opens it for me.

“What are you? Romeo?” Tressa asks with a frown as she steps out of the car. He extends his hand, and I take it. I shouldn’t be shocked at his strength as he lifts me from my seat, but I am. His hand is rough and I bet he could break mine with a single squeeze, and I suddenly feel a heat start to beat back the cold within me.

The muscles in his arm flex like pythons as he helps me up, and I stand before him like a doll before a beast. He’s a monster – a handsome monster who looks like he could take down any man who got in his way. And being a small teenage girl, that should terrify me. But I’m not sure that it does.

He keeps his eyes on me for longer than a polite person would, and just as I start to fidget, Tressa sighs, “So are you going to keep us waiting out here all day or what?”

Honestly, I’m surprised when Maximus half rolls his eyes at her. Most guys right now would be bringing up a threesome, but he barely even glances over at her before leading me to the door, my hand still in his. He unlocks the door and brings us inside.

The house is modest and clearly decorated by a man. It’s simple, sparse, and lacking in color and comfort. There’s a couch, TV, a small dining table in the attached kitchen, and a coffee table that I immediately want to bring to Goodwill.

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