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“Anyway,” he continues.“I want to drastically scale up what I’ve done so far.It needs to be a real foundation that can help children from all over the world, but that requires some serious money, which is why I’ve been reaching out to people who I thought might be able to help.”

“I’ll help in any way I can.”I glance at my rats as an idea forms in my mind.“If you’d like, I can bring my little troupe and set up a show at the fundraiser, to draw a crowd.Once people stop by, we can tell them about your foundation.”

His eyes light up.“You’d do that?”

“Sure.”I’m always glad for an excuse to put on a performance.

“That would be great,” he says.“It solves my biggest problem: walking up to people I don’t know.This way, they’ll come to me.”

I smile.“Please don’t look so grateful.There could be people there who aren’t fans of rats.”

“Not fans of rats?”His expression is mock-horrified.“They must be dead inside.Such heartless people wouldn’t have donated to my cause anyway,so filtering them out will save time when it comes to pitching.”

“It’s settled then.”I put the last bite of taco into my mouth.“Now let’s go shopping.”

Chapter17

Michael

“This one?”Calliope dangles a strapless black cocktail dress in front of her body.“Or this?”She replaces the black with a red one, which seems to be even shorter and with more fabric missing in the back.

My nostrils flare.Picturing her in either outfit makes me hard, which in turn makes it difficult to make decisions.“Why don’t you try them on?”

Shit.I’ve essentially asked for a private strip show, so I fully expect her to tell me to go to the dick.

“That’s a great idea.”She runs to the dressing room, picking up a few more dresses on the way.

As I wait, I surreptitiously position my legs so that my hard-on is not so noticeable—and I’m glad that I do because when she comes out wearing that short black dress, my dick needs all the extra space, and then some.

Hell, even Wolfgang—whom she’s left next to me—seems to whistle.

And that’s before she twirls, giving me a view of her lithe back and the perfection that is her ass.

“What do you think?”she asks shyly.

“You look magnificent,ptichka,” I say, the words coming out husky.“You’ll draw a crowd without the need for a rat show.”And I’ll punch them all in the face.

Her cheeks turn pink.“Thanks.Should I just take this one?”

“No,” I say, much too eagerly.“Let’s see the others.”Even if that means my balls might actually explode into blue dust.

The red dress exposes even more of her milky skin, and I find myself mumbling the compliment because my dick has left no blood flow for my tongue to properly operate.

Things only get worse from there.Or better, depending on how I look at it.The white dress is shorter than the others.The shiny silvery one pushes her boobs up.

“Which is your favorite?”she asks.

“It’s hard to choose.”I want to get them all, but not for the fundraiser.My new fantasy is to have her wear each of those for me, very privately, in my bedroom.“You make them all look amazing.”

Picking just one is like picking which of my balls is my favorite.

“But if you had to pick a favorite?”She dangles two dresses in her hands expectantly.

“Red?”It’s no doubt the color her commie rat named Lenin would choose, if he were here.

She frowns.“I think I like black more.”

I arch an eyebrow.“Black looks amazing on you.As I said, they all do.”

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