A/N~ lovelies. :D
So, I've been Tweeting teases of this for the last two weeks. It was inspired by a trip I took to the World Famous Mustang Ranch just outside of Reno, NV.
Don't worry, I wasn't partaking. There was a rockcrawl right next door and we had a big ass party at the whore house that night. :D
Anyway, I hope you enjoy my smutty little ditty. WARNING, lemons, lemonade, sourpatch kids, etc etc.. :D You're welcome.
THANK YOU A THOUSAND TIMES PLUS A FEW JARS OF NUTELLA to the fucktabulous Pixiegiggles/NutellaH00r for the beta'ing and general all-around awesometasticalness. Love you, Shawty. Dranks on me. :P
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, on with whore!eric. ;)
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SPOV
It had been two weeks since my purchase of the twenty acres on the edge of town had been finalized. Two weeks. The tenants still hadn't vacated.
I had big plans for that property. My architect had drawn up magnificent plans; my contractors were standing by. The Sheriffs were dragging their feet; no doubt they were on the receiving end of whatever kickbacks that weasel Franklin Mott was doling out.
My sleek Audi R8 chirped as I hit the button on the fob before folding myself in. During the twenty minute drive, I went over my latest speech to try and lure that fucker Mott off the property.
As I parked in the dirt lot, I brought a hand up to remove my Dior shades and look upon my property. My property. All chain link and double wide'd out. Damnit.
Franklin Mott and his CottonTails N' CottonRails Ranch needed to be the fuck gone. Yesterday.
I stood at the door, listening to cackling laughter on the other side as Mott's head hooker, Pam, watched me on closed circuit television.
"The bitch is back, Frank! You want me to buzz her through?"
It was muffled, but I could make her out just fine. The door opened half a minute later and I walked into the brothel's viewing room.
I'd been out here a few times trying my best to convince the sleaze ball to remove himself and his whores from my twenty acres. Hell, I'd even offered him cash for the keys. He'd taken to lining up the girls and walking me down the line just like one of his Johns would do when picking out their meal for the next hour.
Usually, I didn't even look at the frumpy cellulite-laden women, or the silicone-implanted prostitutes he paraded in front of me. I simply stalked up the corridor to his meager office.
"Mr. Mott, please consider this visit my final offer. I have a sizeable sum I'm prepared to offer you to cease business and vacate the property immediately. I think you will find it worth your while." My Louboutins were click-clacking on the cheap tile as I rushed past the ho-train.
"Lady you are one fine piece of ass. You sure you don't want a job here? I got a lot of customers that would pay big bucks to have you play this business-bitch role on their asses and do some domineering." He was leering at me again. This was how every conversation of ours started.
Unlike my previous visits, good ol' Frankie walked me past the door to his office and straight down the narrow corridor to a room at the end of the hall.
"Where are we going?" I asked as he opened the door and ushered me in.
"Listen Sugartits, I've got another meeting right now. Have a seat in here for a few while I take care of some business and I will be with ya in a bit."
I had just opened my mouth to protest when Mott abruptly shut the door in my face. I growled, then turned around to take a look at my impromptu waiting room.
"Oh disgusting!"
Motherfucker had put me in one of the pay-by-the-hour denizens of sin. There was a large four poster bed with black and red silk sheets and pillows, black nightstands and a black leather couch. Plus, dear lord, a mirror-finish stripper pole.
Looking down, I noticed the thick rug in a black and white zebra pattern. How gauche.
The thought of touching any surface in the room made me shudder with disgust, but the reality was I couldn't stand the whole time Mott was gone. I unbuttoned my tailored suit jacket and laid it on the leather couch, then gently perched upon it.
I smiled; the sensation of a hand travelling up my leg in a delicate and erotic touch was heating me up and turning this into a delicious dream. Wait…
I sat up rigid on the couch, my senses ringing at full alert.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were ready for me. Were you waiting long?"
The voice was deep and melodic and turned my insides to mush. Unfortunately, it was coming from a man seated so close to me on the couch that our hips were touching.
As realization hit me, I bolted off the couch so fast I almost tipped over in my five inch heels.
"What do you think you're doing?" I gasped out, reeling around to face my attacker. "You've no right to touch me!" I was prepared to belt out even more chastising when I caught sight of him. "Holy mother…"
There was simply no other way to describe him other than stunning. He was gorgeous. He had shaggy blond hair, dark stormy blue eyes, and the longest limbs I'd ever seen. I instantly imagined those strong arms wrapped around me while we were both naked and sweaty. Shit…
My mystery man stood and held my gaze as he rose. Fuck, was he a tall bitch. I was six-foot-even in my heels, and he had a head on me, easy. I was still unable to tear myself away from his stare, even as he stepped in close and put his hands on my waist.
For the briefest of moments, I leaned into him and brought my hands to rest on his biceps before I shook off my mounting lust and stepped away. That is, until I backed into one of the posters for the bed.
"You dozed off while you were waiting for me; I apologize," he took a step towards me, looking quite predatory before continuing, "Tell me, how shall I make it up to you?"
I noticed for the first time that he was dressed quite well. Blue button down with the sleeves rolled up on his forearms. His very tanned and muscular forearms. Black tailored slacks and black loafers finished him off in an-oh-so Armani way.
"You can start by telling me who you are and why the hell you are stalking towards me like a hungry lion!" I spat the words, and then ducked away from him and darted to the couch to retrieve my jacket. Just as I was about to pull it on over my silk button up tank and fitted pencil skirt, the intruder whipped it out of my hands with a smile.
"Feisty. Is this how you want to play it? I'm sorry, I wasn't prepped on what you wanted, but I think I can take a guess…" He threw my jacket over his shoulder as he ran the backs of his fingers down my arm to my wrist. Again, I hesitated, his touch setting me on fire.
Just as I was about to protest and pull away again, his other hand cupped my face, his large palm engulfing my cheek as he leaned in and gently licked my bottom lip. I held my breath as he sucked it into his mouth and massaged it with his soft tongue. I admit it; I melted like ice cream during a heat wave. I might have made a soft mewling sound when he released my lip. He pulled back and looked down at me while the hand on my waist gripped with what I can only describe as intense want.
Shaking off the lust, yet again, I took a step away to separate myself from Mr. Pheromone.
"Maybe I didn't make myself clear," I stuck my hand out in front of me towards his fucking fine self, "My name is Sookie Stackhouse. You are…?"
He didn't miss a beat, grasping my hand in more of a lover's caress than a greeting as he said "The pleasure is all mine, Miss Stackhouse." He brought my hand to his lips and placed a kiss on it before licking it gently.
"And your name would be?" I was amazed my dry throat allowed the words past my lips.
"What do you want it to be, lover?" The grin that spread across his incredibly handsome face was ridiculous. It was feral and sexy and promised me countless hours of unbridled passion and anything else I desired. Trouble was, I sure as hell was desiring this nameless stranger.
Speaking of nameless, what the shit had he just said?
"What do I want your name to be? Excuse me?"
"Your wish is my command, Sookie. What would you like to call me during our time together?"
"I'd like to call you by your name. Spill it."
He smiled again, and it was entirely different than the panty dropper he had given me already. This was a true smile.
"My name is Eric, but you may call me whatever you wish."
Before I registered what was happening, Eric had pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around me. One hand rested between my shoulder blades, the other was sliding down my ass as Eric picked me up with ease and tossed me on the bed.
"What the… what do you think you're doing?" I squealed out at him. He was already practically on top of me, skimming his hands down my hose-covered legs all the way down to my ankles.
"I would never deprive a lady of her Louboutin's. Let's leave these on, shall we?"
Then, it happened. Before I could tell him he was right that my shoes were definitely staying on, Eric pulled himself over my body and his mouth descended down upon mine.
Fuccccccccccccccccccccccckk. Had I thought that thing he did earlier was a kiss? No, no that was a fucking appetizer. This was a damn kiss. It was hot and pleading and demanding. One hand skimmed up my side while another brushed a strand of hair from my face. I had to face the fact that I no longer had any control over my own limbs when I suddenly became aware that they were already wrapped around him and roaming his back. What was happening to me?
As Eric's mouth trailed down my jaw to my neck, I wondered why the hell my brain wouldn't shut up and let his body set mine to rights.
I hadn't even noticed he'd been unbuttoning my blouse until I felt his warm fingertips on the soft flesh of my stomach. That prompted me to action.
"I have no idea why you're in this room right now, or why you're attempting to seduce me... but I'm just going to go with it. Okay?"
He spoke against my neck in between wet kisses and nibbles and licks.
"There's no trying about it, Sookie. I am seducing you."
With that, my shirt was removed and soon he was unzipping my skirt. When all that I was left in were my heels, matching La Perla bra and panties, and silk thigh highs with garters, Eric helped me up on my knees and instructed me to watch him.
I couldn't take my eyes off him as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a massive tawny chest and perfect abs. Not too muscled, no flab at all; his body was perfect. Those arms were works of art and his long neck was just begging to be licked.
Once his shirt was free, he shrugged it off and tossed it, then unfastened his slacks and removed them along with his shoes.
Oh yeah, those legs and that fantastic ass completed the package. Eric was fucking hot. I licked my lips, suddenly eager to taste every inch of him. My eyes cast down towards the black silk boxers he wore. Just as I thought; plenty of inches to taste.
He lightly palmed the heft I was drooling over before stepping forward. He stood at the edge of the bed in front of me as I kneeled on the mattress, and when his warm arms wrapped around my body and his head dipped to my chest, I could do nothing more than throw my head back in ecstasy as he tongued the valley between my breasts.
Those big strong hands of his pulled the bra straps down my arms and pushed the cups under my aching breasts just before he latched those soft demanding lips around my nipple.
"Mmmm, that feels so good." I said with my eyes closed and my hands wringing through his soft hair. My poor silk panties were soaked through with my mounting lust for Eric and his talented tongue. It swirled and flicked at the tight bud of my breast and I couldn't help but hope he was going to use it everywhere else. I was so lost in sensations and thoughts of him tonguing my dripping wet slit that I was barely aware of my roving hands, finally noticing that I was caressing every inch of skin on his smooth torso and feeling the taught muscles beneath his skin. God, I was already in heaven and there hadn't even been any penetration yet.
Eric's hand ghosted down my abdomen. I heard a low growl as his fingers teased the silk that clung to my lips.
"So wet for me already, Sookie. Tell me, what do you want?"
My panties were so wet with my arousal that they acted as a second skin on my most delicate flesh. Eric's talented fingers worked their way down into my slit and went straight for my throbbing clit. Fuuuuuucccckkkk…
"Mmmm, look at you. Such a pro with your panties on the outside of your garter belt."
I smiled down at him, his cheek resting against my stomach as he continued to torture me with his hand.
"I want you to take them off of me." My voice was finally found! Hallelujah!
With a smirk and a shitload of swagger, Eric stood up and helped me off the bed, then ever so slowly peeled my soaked panties down my legs and over my stiletto-clad feet.
"Shall we leave the rest on?" He asked, still kneeling in front of me.
I unclasped my bra and let it fall to my feet before sitting on the edge of the bed in front of him and spreading my legs wide. Watching as his eyes took in my glistening wet center with a hunger that practically burned my skin made me hotter than hell and so ready for him.
"Tell me what you want." His voice sounded strained as he stared at my slit like a prisoner eyeing his last meal.
"I want your mouth on me, here." I dipped a finger into my wetness, and then watched my paramour crawl towards me until I could feel his hot breath on my thigh. When I removed my moistened digit he popped it into his mouth, closing his eyes and making a satisfied groan as he tasted me. This man could certainly make a finger lick fucking erotic as hell.
Removing my finger and bringing my hand to my breast, I watched Eric lean in and begin my exquisite torture.
His touch at first was tentative and sweet, gently lapping at my lips and placing soft kisses on the delicate skin. Slowly, he began thrusting his tongue deeper with ever pass until finally I gasped as I felt him press into my opening. Looking up at me, he brought his thumbs together and spread me open for his feasting. I was still massaging my own breasts as I watched him and good god it was hot in this room! When he nibbled on my clit I lost it and fell back on the bed, one hand to my mouth as I bit down on my knuckle and pinched my nipple with the other. My knees came up and my heels dug into the mattress for more leverage.
Two of his fingers pressed into me. He continued his assault on my swollen clit and within seconds I was coming for him.
"Oh, fuck me…" I finally managed as the intense pleasure receded and left me with a need to feel his cock fill me like I'd never felt before.
"Oh Sookie, it will be my pleasure."
I looked over to see Eric grab a condom from the nightstand and roll it on after dropping his silk boxers. Oh. Fuck. Me. Indeed. His cock was a work of fucking art. He was what marble statues around the world wished they were. Hell, you'd need three fig leaves for him.
"That's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen." I whispered. Really, I had been thinking out loud and hadn't meant for him to hear… but he did.
He spoke as he stood at the edge of the bed and leaned his body down over mine between my legs. "It's nothing compared to what's in front of me."
Eric gripped his hard cock and teased it against my clit and slit while he looked down at me. My vision saw my own hands clawing at him trying to draw him into me, but pride prevented me from admitting to myself that it was true; that he had made me so desperate for him.
His other hand was on my knee softly caressing and then lifting under it so that my heel was planted firmly on his pec. Somehow I managed to be mindful not to dig my stiletto in and pushed with the ball of my foot instead as his hand wrapped around my ankle and he placed a chaste kiss on my gorgeous shoe, before thrusting his cock into me.
Eric, that gorgeous and sexy and talent-laden tongued man buried himself inside me to the hilt. My back arched off the bed and I saw stars as his large hand held my ankle while the other flattened on my belly and pelvis. Yes, his hand was that large.
I heard a growl as he eased out and thrust into me again, taking note that his thumb had found my clit and was currently strumming away like a master guitarist. All I could do was look up in awe as Eric became even more beautiful to me, if that was possible. His skin took on a sheen and glimmer only attained after a vigorous workout. His face was angelic, as in, he looked like he was in heaven. His eyes were closed and his lips parted slightly, his muscles working perfectly, and he pumped at me like a well.
"You are so gorgeous." I said.
His eyes opened and he smiled down at me, a gentle, almost secret smile. His thrusts slowed, but were still strong and filling; then he leaned down to kiss me gently. Pulling back and kissing his way down my chest, he inched out one final time and immediately I was mourning the loss of his cock inside me.
My leg draped over his shoulder as he sank to his knees once again and gave my glistening folds a few long and slow caresses with his flattened tongue.
Then he was climbing on the bed and we were lying on our sides, only it wasn't his face I was staring at.
I moaned out loud as his mouth found my clit again. I could smell myself on his rigid shaft that was just a few inches from my salivating mouth. It drove me insane! I lunged hungrily at him, taking one of his balls into my mouth. I wished like hell that he hadn't put a condom on. Have you ever tasted one of those things? Blech… But his balls, I could get to those and show him just how much I enjoyed what his mouth was doing. I heard him gasp and groan, and felt the absence of his lips for a few moments as I tongued him gently, pumping the latex covered shaft with my hand. Soon his mouth was back and as greedy as ever with my pussy. I could taste myself on his sac, which was no surprise; I couldn't have been wetter had I been in a swimming pool.
When I thought I couldn't take anymore, I made an executive decision and spun around. I mounted him before he had time to realize what was happening and plunged down on his waiting cock. The grip his hands made on my hips was a frantic hold, as if I were the only thing keeping him here on this plain of existence.
In my life, I'd only had four sexual partners. Compared to this, they were all plain vanilla sex. This was so not vanilla sex. This was straight up Rocky Road. Or maybe even White Chocolate Raspberry Truffle Haggen Dasz. Fuck yes, this was Haggen Dasz.
Eric's hips were rising off the bed to meet mine as I ground down on him. I didn't even realize my hands were on my breasts until I looked at his face and saw he was transfixed by the sight of me tweaking my own nipples. His face was feral and sexy and told me there was nothing else on his mind but pleasuring me and taking pleasure from my body. I rolled my hips in a new direction and watched his mouth opened in a silent groan of appreciation. Fuck that man was sexy even when mute.
My body slowed its pace and I leaned back, giving Eric a superb view of himself sliding in and out of me. It was almost as if time stopped right there as the pleasure from his cock gliding against me blurred out all other sense but that of touch. I felt Eric's hands on my knees as I heard him growl, and then I was on my back with him kneeling in front of me. His legs were spread slightly and he pulled my thighs over his, then continued to give me the best fuck of my life. My god, how had I ever lived with the mediocre sex I'd always received?
Soon his thumb was in his mouth. I watched his talented tongue swirled around it, wetting it. I knew what he was doing and I wasn't disappointed when that large thumb made contact with my swollen clit. He rubbed hard circles in time with his thrusts and I involuntarily squeezed my legs down on his, pulling him farther into me if such a thing was even possible.
"Fuck, Eric…." I managed to strangle out as he licked his lips and continued his assault on my body. His thrusts were coming hard and fast now and I loved every single one of them. I couldn't get enough of him in me or on me.
"Sookie," I heard his voice say. I opened my eyes to look up at him and immediately needed his mouth on mine. My hands grasping in the open air between us, he understood my need and slid my legs up to hook my ankles over his shoulders as he leaned his face down to mine. He never stopped pounding into me and holy fuck, he was in deep in this new position.
His eyes were on mine the entire time. Our lips barely touched as I exhaled, we shared a breath while our tongues brushed against each other's. He nibbled my lower lip and I licked at his. Our frenzied thrusts making it impossible to lock our lips to each other, we settled for barely-there licks and tastes and sucking. It was the sexiest non-kiss kiss of my entire life.
It had all built me up so much and so fast, I didn't even know I was going to come until my vision blanked out and I felt Eric's tongue on my throat while I let a silent scream of ecstasy out. My head was thrown back on the pillow, mouth wide open as the blood-rush hit me, making me dizzy. I could feel myself clamp down around Eric's masterful cock and squeeze his own orgasm out of him. His thick shaft pulsed, becoming even thicker much to my delight, as he emptied his seed into the condom. Even that, I could feel. It was heavenly and I idly wished he hadn't been wearing one.
Eric was still on top of me, having released my legs to flop out around the sides of his hips as he stayed on top of me, kissing my throat and shoulder and any expanse of skin he could. He was reverent with his mouth, and seemingly reluctant to withdraw from me. I had to admit, I wanted to feel his weight on me longer and wrapped my arms around him, stroking the skin of his back and running my fingers through his hair.
We didn't say anything, just looked at each other as he continued placing kisses all over my face, finally making his way to my lips. Butterfly wings couldn't have been lighter than the kiss he gave me then; it was soft and sweet and felt as if he were trying to tell me something that I couldn't grasp in my post-coital haze.
He finally rolled off of me to dispose the condom, then came back and his mouth began to explore every available inch of my chest slowly and softly. I giggled as his tongue tickled my side and looked down to find the sweetest little boy grin on his face. Gods, he was handsome.
Eric was just pushing himself up to meet my lips when our little bubble was broken and reality came crashing in on us, literally.
I barely had time to grab the sheet and cover myself as someone banged on the door harshly, then forced it open. Frankling. Fucking. Mott.
Suddenly, I remembered that I was in a whore house. And, oh, would you look at that. I was also fucking naked. What in the holy hell was going on here?
I clutched at the sheet in much the same way Eric had clutched at me earlier; as if it would save me. I looked over at Eric who seemed just as startled as I was, then looked back at Mott.
"Well well, what do we have here? My best whore and my biggest problem seem to be awful cozy." Franklin smirked as he adjusted his belt. The miniscule bulge in his pants neither escaped my attention nor impressed me.
Wait. He said… whore.
I looked at the Adonis to my left, the unasked question hanging between us. He met my gaze for the briefest of moments, confusion clearly etched on his features as well, before casting his eyes down to the tangled sheets.
"Oh, you didn't know, Sugartits?" Mott looked back and forth between both of us before continuing. "Eric here is my best whore, makes more money than any of my girls. He's a real pro when it comes to giving ladies exactly what they need."
Mott moved towards the bed and I clutched at the silky sheet even tighter than before.
"Ya know," he started, as he sat on the edge of the bed. I was thoroughly creeped out to be naked and less than two feet from this sleaze ball. "I'm guessin' you might want to rethink kicking us poor folk out on the streets since you are now a patron of this fine establishment." Mott reached out to stroke my leg through the sheet and I kicked at the pig. Eric growled low in his throat as Mott gave a sneer before standing and moving towards the door.
"Yes, I think you understand me, don't you Sugartits? Wouldn't want any of the newspapers or your fancy business folk to see any pictures of you leaving here with that lovely Just Been Fucked hair you have goin' on." He slammed the door behind him, leaving me alone again with Eric.
So, this had all been a trap. Mott had deposited me, probably gassed me into sleep for all I knew, and sent in his best whore to seduce me so he could blackmail more time out of me.
I was disgusted. With myself for allowing it to happen, with Eric for making me feel anything at all for him. With Mott, but that was nothing new. I was always disgusted with that piece of shit.
My voice was so low, I could barely hear myself. "How could you?"
His voice was only slightly louder than mine had been. "I didn't know."
I looked at him then and his pained expression killed a little bit of my anger. Was he telling me the truth?
"How… what do you mean you didn't know?"
"Mott just told me I had a client waiting. When you were hesitant, I just assumed that was how you wanted to play. I'm sorry."
My fists balled more, I wanted a shower to wash Eric off of me. Only, I didn't. It wasn't his fault, if I could believe him. He's still a prostitute.
Eric moved to cover his hand with mine but I pulled away and leapt off the bed, taking the sheet with me, before he could.
"Sookie," I could hear the hurt in his voice. How do you spare a whore's feelings? Did I even want to? Gods, the way he looked at me… it was breaking my heart and I had no idea why.
"Don't. Just…" I couldn't look at him again. His face was showing me just how sorry he was, but Mott's words were still ringing in my head and the consequences of the last few hours were playing themselves out in vivid detail in my imagination.
As I gathered my clothes and dressed under the cover of the sheet, I wondered why I was suddenly modest around the man who had explored every inch of my crotch with the lights on. I couldn't help the snort that escape me and looked up to see Eric's confused face.
"Oh, what? Like you've never snorted at a completely ridiculous situation before?" I said as I dropped the sheet and pulled my shirt over my shoulders and tucked it into my skirt.
"Yes, I have. But I find it odd that you would choose this as a situation to snort at."
"Well, what the hell else am I going to do, Eric? Cry? Scream? Both very viable options which I reserve the right to do later in the comfort of my own home and not in a god damn whore house!"
I could see that I was just hurting him more by pointing out that he was, in fact, a prostitute. A fucking handsome and talented one, but a prostitute none the less.
"I'm sorry, Eric. Really, I wish I could have met you under different circumstances."
Standing in front of him, smoothing my jacket down, a pang of regret scalded me from the inside out. I had truly meant what I said. I liked the whore.
Why couldn't things have been different?
Eric pulled on his silky boxers and came to stand in front of me. He raised his hand to my cheek and I, stupidly, shied away like a dog about to be struck. Again, the pain in his eyes was unmistakable and I felt like a total wretch for having caused it. He started to lower his hand away and I immediately picked it up and placed it to my cheek. Leaning into his palm, I looked at him and tried to find my voice as those gorgeous blue eyes stared back at me with what I'd like to think was affection.
"Are you being real with me? Is this what your clients see?"
His other hand came to my waist in a firm yet gentle tug that brought our bodies together again.
"It was real for me the moment you asked for my name. I should have known right then you weren't here for… I should have known. I'm sorry."
My hand was resting on his chest, just above his heart and I felt the flutter there under my palm. Gods, what was he doing to me? Was I really developing feelings for a gentleman of the night?
"I have to go, Eric. This is all… this is so much. I have to get out of here and clear my head."
I started to pull away but he caged me in his arms, holding me to him.
"Wait. Just… can I see you again? Outside of this place?"
Shock, and not just a little of it, poured over me at his request. "Like, a date? You want to date me after this whole fiasco and after I've been a raging bitch?" No words, just... no words.
He smiled, that sexy and cute grin that he managed to make look so effortless. "I do. If you'll have me, that is. I want to show you that my talents lie in other areas as well."
I broke free of his hold and skittered to my purse after about a millisecond's consideration. Pulling free the mother of pearl case I'd carried for years, I pulled a business card free, then jotted down the name of a restaurant and '8pm' on the back.
He looked at it and smiled when I handed it to him, then pulled me to him once again for a scorching kiss that made me lift my leg at the knee in a swoon. When he released me, he helped me tame my wild JBF hair and put my purse over my shoulder after fishing my keys out for me.
"You trying for a tip, buddy?" I said, giving him my own cheeky grin.
He held up the card and said "Sookie, you've already paid me more than enough." He kissed the card and patted me on the ass as he opened the door for me.
Right, walk of shame time. I strode out in the most dignified manner I could, walking past the naked and near-naked skank brigade once again. Pam, ever the ray of sunshine, began clapping for me as I reached for the door handle.
"Shall I book you the same time next week with our resident stud, Miss Stackhouse?" she said with a grin like the Cheshire cat. I simply rolled my eyes and continued on my way outside, not bothering to so much as scoff until I was miles down the highway enjoying the air conditioning.
I continued to process what had happened out at the CottonTails N' CottonRails Ranch earlier. Really, it boiled down to this: Mott trying to blackmail me by tricking one of his tricks – ha! – into giving me the most incredible sex of my life. Resulting in said trick, the lovely and talented Eric, being crestfallen over Mott's scoundrel-ish use of him. And, Eric admitting it was real for him too, and then me setting up a date with him.
Wow. At least today wasn't boring, Stackhouse.
Apparently, tonight wouldn't be either.
Well, I was in for a penny.. and down for a pounding.
So, leave a review and tell me how much you'd pay for that kind of pounding from our darling Eric. :D
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OMGOMG, Thank you a thousand times as well to bellawriter7 for helping me with the title! lubadub was also bouncing ideas back and forth and I can't thank the twitterverse enough. You gals rock! Follow me youbettago for teases and updates. ;)
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