Page 9 of Snowed in with the Villains

Three thousand dollars.

I try so hard not to gasp. Lily was right. This is easy money. And I’m keeping it. I don’t care what these agents say. Lily is also right about the other thing. I need to titty up. I can do this.

Okay, first I need to tempt this big guy out of hiding, get the FBI off my back, and then I can get serious and end all my problems in less than a week. My mother pops into my head and what I’m going to do about her, but I surreptitiously shake my head, warding her off.

He doesn’t say anything, just stares at me, except now and again, he pops a candy into his mouth and sucks. The sight of his hand, equally huge and littered with tattoos, will probably remain etched into my memory forever. Just like the way Agent Philips’ hand will as well.

“Can I call you GD?” I ask softly, flirtatiously, reciting the notes Lily had given me.Shift in your seat, raise your shoulder, but do it so it comes off unconsciously, but that will draw their attention to your boobs.

I do all that, and then I hear a snap. The hook and eye fasteners at the back of the corset go their separate ways. I gasp, then hold the bodice to my breasts with my hands.

A wardrobe malfunction? I knew I was going to screw this up.

“Take it off.” I startle at the rough, rugged, intensely dark voice of the masked man on my screen. My body takes another hit of erotic duress, and I don’t know what to do. I have that deer-electric fence look on my face at his command, despite the fire burning under my skin.

Pleadingly, my gaze goes up to the two agents standing there.

Um…

Agent Alex Philips holds up a wipe board that his female partner must have stowed in her bag. His handwriting is neat, and goosebumps rise from my skin as I’m looking at it, like it’s something intimate. Until I read the words.

Do as he says, Skye. Failure to comply with this operation will be regarded as a criminal offense.

Chapter Eight

Skye

I school my features. If I’m in this industry, this should be no big deal for me. Just get this over with, and the agents can leave, I console myself.

I’m beyond shocked when Agent Philips turns around, his back to me now. Why would he want a gratuitous look at my boobs? Of course, he’s going to look away. He probably has a supermodel at home to match him in looks.

I remove my hands from the bodice. It slides off, and my breasts bounce free. The Great Dipper, or GD as I call him, doesn’t take his eyes off my face. At all.

I have to get this done so I can retreat into myself and agonize over every dumb decision I ever made. My gaze covertly lifts to the broad back of Agent Philips. He hasn’t turned around. I’m barely aware of Agent Harriet Montgomery but having another female with me is somehow comforting.

“You like what you see, big boy?” I ask. I get he might confuse my shyness as a ploy. It issonot. He doesn’t say anything at all, just stares at me.

“Tell me about yourself,” I say, doing that shifting thing, except now my full breasts bounce as I do. “You from around here?”

No reply. I try a different tactic.

“I like your mask,” I say and bite my lip, like Lily taught me. “And your muscles. They’re so big.”

And the flirting award goes to Skye Jennings.

Why won’t he say anything? Agent Montgomery is gesturing for me to get a move on. My job is to lure the man out. Great, he paid me three grand, and for his trouble, I’m selling him out to the FBI.

“You want to know what my deepest, darkest fantasy is, big boy?” I don’t wait for him to answer because I know he won’t. “I like to be chased by a man wearing a mask in the forest, in the dark, and when he catches me, I want him to force my legs apart and drive his enormous cock into me, over and over again until I scream, until I come so hard, I shake and squirt and…”

I stop because I’m 100% certain GD just issued what I think sounded like a growl. Also, everything that I said is verbatim from one of the erotic stories I read the night before.

“I want you to come out here to me and chase me, GD, and then fuck me with your big cock until I scream. Can you do that for me, please? I want to see you in person, GD.” That sounds too technical. “I need to see you in person, GD.” I drop my voice, making myself sound as sultry as possible.

“Can we meet, pretty please? Or better yet, come and kidnap me.” The only reason I say that is because I know with certainty that BBB takes their girls' safety extremely seriously. There’s no way anyone could trace our whereabouts to find out where we live or break into the system to steal our personal information. I take huge comfort in that.

“Come and kidnap me, GD. There’s a coffee shop in Soho, the one with the giant red cup and saucer on the sidewalk. Do you know that coffee shop?”

No answer. I can’t take this anymore. I need it to end. I need it to be over so I can carry on with my life.

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