Page 35 of Biker's Tribute: Property of Bear

"Nothing about my life makes sense," I grunt, frustrated at her confidence and calm as she picks through my psyche with God knows what thoughts in her head.

"Stay clean for two weeks," she says. "We can do that. But since you don't actually want me to have internet access... what would motivate you. For yourself."

My dick jumps against the crotch of my pants, begging for attention. I chuckle. "You don't want to know that."

"You need to choose something to motivate you," Amanda says, her impatience flaring slightly.

"Fine," I say, grinning now. "I want some pussy."

Her nostrils flare out angrily. She has a very cute nose shape. I like how wide her nose sits on her face because it rounds out her features and makes her look pretty as fuck while she's giving me her dirty looks.

"I said this wasn't a professional environment, I didn't say it was a brothel."

"I wasn't talking about random pussy."

She flinches when I say the word 'pussy' again.

"I gathered that," Amanda replies, her voice tightening with disapproval.

"So we have a deal? Two weeks no gambling. You get the internet and I get some pussy."

She scowls. "You aren't even attracted to me. Don't you think there's something more motivating?"

"I could get some in two weeks or get some tonight. It's up to you."

Really, it's up to my dick. But she'll feel a lot better if she stays in "control" here.

"Fine," she says, the word "fine" slicing through the air. "Two weeks without gambling and I'll lie there while you give me thirty seconds of... that."

Every word spits out of her mouth with disgust, but I can barely contain my giddiness.

"Good," I respond. "We have a deal. Now get your ass to the bathroom for a preview."

"Preview of what?" Amanda responds, every word coming out seething.

"The big dick you're going to take in two weeks. What else?"

"I'd rather watch the sunset."

"It's dark out."

Amanda rolls her eyes.

"I could always drag you into the shower and make you wash it."

"I'll come," she says. "But don't expect me to act all impressed over some pink penis."

Amanda follows me into the bathroom. It's a squeeze to get us both in there, which she points out. I don't care. She rolls her eyes.

"I don't need to watch you shower. I need to take my own shower."

"You could always join me."

"No thanks."

"You won't help me practice impulse control?"

"You can hire another therapist for that."

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