Page 2 of Tristano

Seeing the man in question, I make my way through the smoky room toward the booth. I cough a bit, hating that they break the law so blatantly, but with a shithole like this, no one really cares. So much for the New Jersey Smoke-Free Act.

Sliding into the booth, I look up at the older man. He gives me a small smile, which I return.

“Nice to see you, Sabrina. You look good. I wasn’t sure you would show.”

Licking my lips, I cross my legs as I lean forward to give him the money shot down my shirt.

“You asked me here, silly. Of course I would come. Did you bring that fancy car you told me about last time?” I bat my eyes at him.

He lets out a small laugh. “I almost didn’t, but the thought of disappointing a beauty like you wouldn’t let me do it.”

I let out a childlike giggle, making his eyes light up.

I want to throw up in my mouth. I hate what I have to do, but someone needs to get these guys. Knowing Edgar likes little girls, specifically teenagers, and that he believes I am a seventeen-year-old high school student looking to escape my family helps keep things in perspective. He has kindly offered to help me in exchange for something, but he hasn’t named his price yet. I’m hoping tonight is the night. Edgar is also the mayor of Newark, our neighboring city. Mayor Edgar Johnson. Real scumbag. Getting him off the streets is a priority.

“I’d love to take a ride.” I reach over, rubbing my hand on his.

He turns his to catch mine until he is holding my hand.

“Let’s get out of here then.”

I nod, letting him pull me from the booth. I hate the way he preens as the men watch him lead me out, envy all over their faces. His hand slides lower and lower on my back as he guides me out of the bar until it’s on my ass. I want to smack him, but I have a part to play, so I bite down the urge.

When we finally reach the car, he squeezes my ass before opening the door. It’s a sleek Mercedes Maybach, much more expensive than a man with his salary should be able to afford. That is, if he wasn’t accepting kickbacks from corrupt corporations.

After he shuts my door, I watch as he walks to the back of the car. He pauses, taking something out of his pocket before popping it in his mouth. I have a few guesses as to what that might be. Then he continues around the car until he’s at the driver’s door.

Once he slides in, he turns on the car, turning to me.

“What time do you have to be home by?” he asks.

“They think I’m staying at Katie’s house tonight, so no curfew. If you would do what you said and get me emancipated, I wouldn’t ever have a curfew. I could live with you.” I lean closer to him.

He hums thoughtfully. “Soon, my dear. How about we go to my penthouse in New York?” he asks.

That’s not a good thing. I need him to stay in Jersey City where we can arrest him. So instead, I reach over, rubbing his leg.

“It takes forever to get there. Can we at least have a little treat before we go? If you pull around back, no one would even notice.”

The bulge in his pants grows larger at my words, making me want to gag. I don’t let it show, though. I need him here with me in this moment.

“I guess we could have a little taste before the main course.” He puts the car in drive, going around to the alley before parking.

Once parked, he pushes his seat back as far as it will go before he unzips his pants, pulling out his dick.

“Is this what you wanted, little girl? You want a taste of your daddy’s big cock?” he asks, rubbing himself.

“Mhmm. That’s a big cock, daddy. You want your little underaged seventeen-year-old slut to suck it?” I hum out, still petting his leg.

“Oh god, yes!” he moans out.

“Does it turn you on that I’m only seventeen years old? That I’m not legal, but you can have me anyway?” I continue.

“Yes. I love it.”

“Do you love fucking underage girls in general, or is it just me?” I guide him, my fingers moving to his chest to keep him engaged.

“You, baby. Just you,” he promises, his hand still stroking his dick.

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