Page 34 of Tell Me Lies: Manlove Edition

“In American, Mr. Trockie!” a very young boy chastises.

“Okay, okay.” Laur chuckles. “How about this? One at a time, youngest to oldest, you give me a single sentence to describe your week.”

The car angles uphill as the children take turns rambling mostly about food and school in English, in French, and that other language I haven’t identified. Laur encourages them, replying in their language of choice.

We keep driving uphill. Does Laur live on The Ridge? Big fancy beach houses overlooking the ocean. Houses with private stairs down to private beaches where I’ve done private stripteases.

Eventually, after a multilingual chorus of pleading and goodbyes, Laur hangs up.

The softness in him vanishes immediately. “The hell are you smirking about?”

“Who are your little friends? The children of cultural attachés? Future spies you’re grooming for world domination?”

Laur snorts. “Orphaned refugees.”

“Oh.”

“We try to acclimate them to life in the West. Sometimes we reunite the kids with the soldiers that liberated them.”

“Did you—”

“No.” Laur doesn’t let me finish. “That wasn’t my department.”

The car dips and picks up speed. A highway and a twisting road. He lives near the cliffs. I don’t love that for me.

Laur gracefully changes the subject. “So, what do you want to talk about for the next thirty or so minutes, that will convince me to take you to my house?”

“Well, I’m horny as hell so why—”

“Try again.” He shifts his grip on the wheel to stroke his cock.

“It’s damn cruel to tie a guy up like this and not fuck his brains out.”

“Getting closer.”

The sudden blood rushing to my cock does nothing to ease the cramps in the rest of my body. “Because my tight ass is only for you and you got hard the second you saw me on the boardwalk.”

“You’re very spoiled.”

“Yeah? So punish me.”

“By giving you what you want?”

“That logic is totally sound to me, but I’m a crazy slut.”

“You’re also a lucky slut.” He slows, turns, and a shadow falls over the car. “I don’t live thirty or so minutes away.”

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When he opens the door, I see an oily concrete floor for an instant before his cock is in my mouth. I swallow greedily, and try to adjust in the backseat.

“Stop squirming and suck,” Laur commands.

I obey, and after a few minutes at my mercy, he’s the one squirming.

“When do you go to work again?” He pulls his cock out of my mouth.

I smile up at him sweetly. “Gym. Tomorrow at four. Then East Quay Cuties. I get busy on the weekends.”

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