Page 53 of My Soul for Sale

I'm still inside and holding her in place as Atlas thrusts in and out a few more times before he finally stops, grunting as he fills her up too. I can feel his dick pulse in her ass through the thin barrier separating us.

She goes limp in my arms and I know she’s blissed out. Atlas pulls out, and I chuckle as she whimpers at the loss. I pull out next and watch as our cum drips onto the floor beneath her.

Carrying her to the bathtub upstairs in her bedroom, I turn on the water and set her down inside. Thankfully, she cleaned the old claw foot out, making it usable.

Letting the tub fill, I find the thicker blue cloth paper towel we use on site and rip one from the roll. I dip it into the water and wash her as best I can since there’s no soap.

When I’m done, I pull the plug and lift her from the tub. Atlas brings a blanket and I raise a brow, wondering where the hell he found that.

“It was in her backseat.” He shrugs, wrapping it around her.

“Take her home and come back. We can finish up without her today.”

“I’ll be back.” He smiles as I hand him the sleeping beauty, and he carries her down the stairs.

Atlas returns an hour later and we don’t say a word to one another, going back to our respective tasks like nothing happened.

I’ve just finished sanding the upstairs and am vacuuming the dust from the floor when Atlas clears his throat, pulling my attention.

“Done in the kitchen?” I ask.

“Yeah, the cabinets are down and the mess is cleaned up. We can pull the linoleum up tomorrow and lay the tile she bought. Then the new cabinets should be here later in the week, so we’ll be ready.”

“Perfect. I’m almost done up here, too. You can help me stain everything and we’ll let it dry tonight and tomorrow.”

“You wanna talk about earlier?” he pushes.

I knew he wouldn’t just let it go. Not that he should. I’m just not sure where my head is at.

“Is Jenna taken care of?” I ask, talking about earlier but not about that.

“Yeah. She’s pissed, but I was already done with our friendship. And while she’s a bitch, she’s not anything to worry about, minus her hurtful words.”

“Agree. Speaking of Jenna, I need to call Amber and fire her.” I pull my phone from my pocket and call our secretary.

She’s been with us for two years, but that means nothing when you give out private information. Luck’s on my side, and she answers after two rings.

“Ripley, to what do I owe the pleasure on a Sunday?”

“Amber. This isn’t a pleasant call, believe me. We were on that job I texted the crew about yesterday and wouldn’t you know, we had a visitor. One who said you gave her the address last night. The name Jenna ring any bells?”

“She said she was friends with Atlas, so I didn’t see the harm,” Amber replies.

“Well, I don’t see the harm in you looking for a new job. You’re fired. Sharing the addresses of clients or our employees’ locations is unacceptable unless they’re the emergency listed contact. Be there tomorrow morning to collect your things.”

“Yes, sir,” she replies and I hang up.

I’ll have to put out an ad for a new secretary now, but luckily, being in a large city, people looking for work aren’t in shortage.

“You wanna talk about the real issue now?” Atlas asks.

“You’re not gonna leave it, are you?”

“Nope.”

“Alright, let’s get this over with,” I tell him as I wrap up the shopvac’s hose.

“Thoughts?”

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