Girls who work for someone like Madame G. often play coy, but they all ultimately want one thing—money. It’s the key that opens every pair of female legs in the universe.
So I wonder why she left, while saying all that stuff about a husband.
Would she let me fuck her if I married her for a year? It’s a tempting thought. I wouldn’t mind her in my bed for a while, provided she didn’t get all meek and boring.
But even if she did I might bear it as a “fuck you” to my dad. There’s no dick move he hasn’t made against me. Then he has the gall to preach about “upstanding behavior”. Fucking hypocrite.
My phone pings. It’s the doorman, informing me that my “guest” is here.
Madame G. is sending Caroline again, at my request. This time I plan to fuck her brains out before I let her leave.
I slip into the living room. Just as I settle on my couch, the girl walks in, a light trench coat around her. She’s in knee-high boots with stiletto heels that scream sexual availability.
What the hell?
She’s not the one from before. This one’s taller, with long coltish legs, and her hair is dyed. The makeup around her eyes gives her an obviously practiced, smoky look. But there’s nothing but dollar signs in their depths. Even her smile is bright with calculation as she drops the coat and reveals a young body clad in a lacy black bra and matching thong.
“Just because you have a cunt doesn’t mean you’re the one I want to fuck,” I say coldly as she starts toward me.
She falters. “What?”
I make a circle with my index finger. The girl turns obediently. Her body’s nice enough—big tits and slim hips—but it doesn’t do a thing for me. I might as well be reading an article on local crime statistics. “Are you Caroline?”
“Yes.” Her answer is too swift and firm to be a lie.
“There must’ve been a mistake. I requested the girl who came here before.”
“Oh.” There is a moment of quick calculation. “Do you want to punish me for not being the one you wanted?” She gives me a coy smile, looking at me through thickly mascaraed eyelashes. “I can make it extra good for you, if you don’t make a big deal about last time.”
I watch the display, then make a snap decision. “On your hands and knees.”
Licking her lips, she does as I say.
“Crawl.”
She does, making sure to arch her back and hold my eyes to get me excited. It’s not a bad show, but I’m still not interested.
When she’s at my feet, I say, “Stop.”
She pauses.
I merely look at her. I’m seriously pissed off that this girl, who I did not ask for, was sent to appease me.
“Now I’m going to call Madame G. and tell her how disappointed I am that the girl I requested isn’t here.”
She snaps her head up. “But I’ll do anything you want. I’ll make you forget all about what didn’t happen on your birthday.” She wriggles her ass and spreads her thighs suggestively. “Please?”
“You do not possess a special magic cunt that can make me forget what happened before. All pussies are the same,” I say, intentionally crude.
“Then why do you want her?” she says. “Mine’s just as good as hers, right?”
No, not when it doesn’t do a thing for me. But I’ll be damned if I admit that to anyone, especially this girl.
“Look, she’s practically frigid. You really don’t want her. Now me…I’ll make it up to you and then some.”
The girl’s insult grates on my nerves. My birthday girl is anything but frigid…just for some reason unwilling to give in to what her body’s telling her to do. “But you’re boring.”
She pales like I just struck her. I pull out my phone to ream Madame G.
“Please, don’t call!” Caroline shrieks.
“Why shouldn’t I? I got dissatisfactory service.”
“Okay, look. I had my roommate sub for me because I couldn’t make it for your birthday.” The words tumble out in rapid succession. “Please. Madame G. doesn’t know.”
“Did your roommate know what she was signing up for?”
“Well, yeah…I sort of told her.”
I let the silence stretch. Sweat beads above Caroline’s upper lip. Her throat works, and she says, “Please. I’ll do anything. I won’t mind if you want to get rough or want to—”
I raise a finger. “What’s her name?”
“What?”
“Your roommate. Her name.”
“Annabelle.”
It’s like getting sucker punched. I inhale sharply. “What did you say?”