Page 40 of The Bargain

“I said, come in and close the damned door.”

I took a couple of quick steps forward and closed the door. I didn't need to anger him any further as it would not be in my favor. Stepping back, I rested my back against the door, putting as much distance between us as I could.

He rolled his eyes. “What do you want to study?”

I frowned. This was not how I’d expected this conversation to go. “Excuse me?”

He rolled his neck. “You know I don’t foresee much success from your college endeavors if you can’t even understand and answer the simplest question. No matter the college you pick.”

“Creative writing and marketing,” I replied quickly.

He raised an eyebrow in wonder. “Why marketing? To help you promote your prostitution business? Let me help you,” he sneered and I knew immediately that his next words were going to sting. “‘The tightest cunt you’ll get for a fifty.’ Catchy, isn’t it?”

I knew I shouldn’t take the bait and yet, I took a step forward. “I was more expensive than that!”

His eyes lit with victory. He’d wanted to bait me, to have me come closer. He snorted. “Please, I’ve seen where you live. I said fifty to be generous. I thought twenty was more like it.”

It hurt to admit, even if only to myself, that he was not wrong. Opal, before meeting Eddie and getting pregnant, would have probably had sex with anyone for just a shot of heroin.

“I’ll tell you what. I’ll pay for college - I mean based on their horrible ratings they can’t cost more than ten dollars, right?”

I pursed my lips, scowling in disapproval. Did he really have to shit on everything I wanted? The quality of college was one thing, but the finance part was the most critical. I was making plans for when Timmy and I got out of here. Dean would give me $5,000 a month for living expenses, but that was all for Timmy. Any money I didn't use, would be put aside for him later. I just needed a job, so I could pay for college that way. I didn't need Mr. Beaumont, Harvard graduate, to rain on my parade.

“Why would you?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Call it charity, if you want; I don't really care - I could pay for a college at the top of the pathetic list.”

At the top of my list was a very decent community college in the good part of town, but it was five thousand for the year - a fortune for me, probably the price of a suit for him.

“What do you want?” I didn't know him well, but something I did know was that charity was not in his vocabulary, and certainly not with me given all the hate and disgust he felt for me.

He grinned. “Come closer and I’ll tell you.”

I took a couple of steps forward, waiting silently for him to continue.

“Lets bargain for it.”

“Okay…” I trailed off.

He looked different. His eyes darker than usual, but not because of anger. It looked like...lust. Was that even possible?

“I’ll pay for college if you suck my dick,” he said calmly, all chilled as if he hadn’t just requested a sexual favor for money.

“What?” I looked down at his crotch. The shape of his dick was starting to show. He was growing excited by this.

“Don’t play coy with me, Ms. Collins. How many dicks have you sucked? This can’t be a new experience for you.”

How many? A grand total of zero. I kept my eyes on his growing erection, quite mesmerized and even a little thrilled that I had such an effect on this powerful, stunning man.

“Get on your knees and suck me off. Show me why my brother has followed you down the rabbit hole.”

He unzipped his pants and got his hard cock out, his face stoic. He was literally holding his appendage, but acting like there was nothing to it. Maybe there wasn’t.

Despite having only had sex with Alex back in high school I had seen a lot of penises. When my sister had brought a few well-paying customers who'd paid extra to have the underaged, still virginal sister look at them fuck. Some twisted men loved that.

This penis was a good length. I’d say an N2 pencil so seven inches and a very impressive thickness. He was cut, the head and shaft were well proportioned. Yep, Opal would have given this penis a nine out of ten.

“Like what you see?” he asked, nudging his cock toward me. I hated to admit it to myself, but I did like what I saw. I wanted to sink on my knees and put this powerful man's cock into my mouth. I started to get wet just at the thought.

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