"You were exceptional as always, Kain." I smirked to myself. "Did you expect anything but?"
Resting her c-cup breasts against my back and wrapping her arms around my six pack, my top client nibbled on my right earlobe and said, "Not for the money I pay you."
I unclasped her hands from my mid-section and stood up. "Keep the money right, and exceptional is the only thing you'll get."
Sockera purred. "And what if that money gets better? What do I get then?
My back to her, I clenched my jaws, closed and opened my eyes slowly, and took a deep breath, wanting to tell the bitch to kiss my naked-ass that she was now grabbing, and lose my number.
But unfortunately, I couldn't.
Although she was a sexy, forty-something-year-old who was finer than Halle Berry on her best day, she was a deep pocketed bitch with her head so far up her own ass that she swore her shit smelled like perfumed roses. My number one client, Sockera, paid me $10,000 to tap her ass twice a month. As much as her personality irked the hell out of me, I had big plans that required big money. So far I'd made damn near $120,00 off of her alone. Now she was talking about paying me more.
"How much more"?
"Be mine exclusively whenever I want you, and I'll pay you $20,000 a month."
As much as I didn't want her to, she had my attention. She'd been my client now for a little over a year. Multiply 20,000 by 12 months and she'd have your attention too. But still…
"I don't know how your husband doesn't miss the cash now, but I'm sure he'll miss twenty G's a month."
I was a math major in college. Being the caring wife that I am, I convinced my husband that he didn't need to pay an accountant a salary to do what I could do for free." She gave my ass another squeeze then reached between my legs and cupped my testicles.
The average man's dick would have been rock hard with Sockera's manicured claws cupping him, but I wasn't average. I knew what her silent action were implying. I removed her hands, stepped away from her, and grabbed my boxers from the floor.
"I have other clients." I said, stepping into the boxers.
"Drop them."
I slipped into my white linen button-down.
"I can't do that."
"Why not?"
My beige linen pants on now, I said, "They're good clients."
"My pussy's better," Sockera said, her voice laced with arrogance that I couldn't stand.
"They pay me goo money too."
"Nowhere close to what I pay you, I'm sure."
I nodded. "No, but combined, it's still damn good money." I walked into the bathroom of the hotel we were in and turned on the faucet to do my hair. No comb, no brush. That's all my natural curls needed.
When I was finished, I stepped back into the room. Sockera was propped up on the bed, still naked, with her legs spread open. She was touching herself. I watched her for a few seconds, my manhood growing beneath my boxers. I might not have liked the bitch, but I'm a man, and that shit was turning me on. Sockera knew it too, and increased the intensity of her motions.
I licked my lips, throbbed, but didn't give her what she wanted. "Same time next month?" I said looking away from her finger action and in her eyes instead.
Sockera smiled, "What about my offer?"
"I'll have to think about it."
"Don't think too long, Kain. My pussy can find another man to satisfy it.
My turn to smile. "Nowhere near as good as I can."
With that said, I grabbed the five thousand she'd laid out on the table and walked out of the room.
