Page 97 of Don't Quit the Day Job

"Really? But I just told you I don't allow any touching."

"But wouldn't you make an exception for me?" he says in a growl. "I'll pay you well."

"How well?" I say, winking at him.

"I'm not going to give you a million dollars to take those coconuts off, Lila."

"I wasn't going to ask for a million, though it would've been nice if you offered."

"Fine. I'll give you a million dollars to take those coconuts off," he says, laughing.

I just shake my head and push him back down onto the mattress.

"So what's next?" he asks.

"You'll see."

I jump on top of him and start gyrating against his pants. I'm pleased to feel a hardness between my legs. He's already horny.

"Someone feels like they've been a big bad boy."

"You want to call me a dirty daddy?"

"No, I want to call you a bad boy," I say as I pull off my coconut bra.

He licks his lips and immediately leans forward and takes one of my nipples in his mouth. "I've been waiting a long time to do this," he says.

"Fuck. You taste just as I remembered."

"I don't know that we should be doing this here," I say. "I’m supposed to be working."

"You do have a nine to five, you know…"

"I know I have a nine to five, but this is my second job."

"So now this is your second job?" He raises an eyebrow in challenge.

I continue gyrating my hips on his lap. "Yeah."

"Well, I'm going to offer you some advice, my dear."

"And what is that?" I say as he flicks his fingers against my nipples.

"I'm going to say don't quit the day job, because if your acting is as good as your dancing, you're not going to make it."

"You're such a jerk," I say. "You don't think I'm a good dancer?"

"I think you're okay. But don't make me report you to HR."

"Oh, yeah? I dare you to report me to HR."

I lean down and unzip him and pull out his cock.

"Oh, yeah? I can."

I pull my panties to the side and rub his cock against my clit, moaning loudly.

"Fuck, that feels good."

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