Page 39 of The Dirty Saint

“So, what brings you in today?”

I laugh. “Where do I even begin?”

Rico smiles as he wipes down a stack of plates, a towel draped over his left shoulder.

“Wherever you’d like. But you may want to make it quick since it appears as though you have company.”

I turn around, angling my body so that I can see what Rico has been referring to. A beautiful woman in a tight green dress and dainty gold jewelry glances at me playfully. Skinny little thing she is.

“Hi,” I say.

“Hello.”

Her voice is soft. Seductive.

“I will leave you two to it.”

“Thanks, Rico.”

I place my drink down on the counter, spreading my legs wide open. I smile, running a hand through my hair, watching as the girl’s cheeks flush.

“So, sweetheart, what brings you here tonight?” I scan her body up and down, noticing the throbbing sensation in my pants.

“Oh, it’s, um, it’s my best friend’s birthday,” she says, fiddling with the pendant in between her two round breasts. I am making her nervous.

“Do I make you nervous,” I ask, grinning.

She sits down next to me, her long legs brushing up against mine.

“Only a little.”

“Good.”

She giggles sweetly and orders a drink from the bar.

“You have a name, beautiful?“

“And why would I reveal such a thing to a stranger,” she asks, toying with me.

“Well, I certainly won’t be a stranger for long.”

Not if I could help it.

She licks the salty rim off her margarita.

“You could be a killer,” she smiles.

Oh, you have no idea.

“I could be. But, then again, so could you.”

She shakes her head, the pinks of her cheeks brightening.

“It’s Arielle,” she says. “If you really cared that much.”

My dick twitches in my pants.

Oh, do I care alright.

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