Page 26 of Dirty Little Secrets
It’s not the only thing I like but I don’t tell him that.
“She needs a job. She’s broke. She stopped at Goodwill the other day before the lunch meeting for a shirt because hers was ruined.”
I’m not running a charity but I noticed the tag at lunch and pieced her resume together. It’s obvious she doesn’t come from money. It’s one of the reasons, I didn’t fire her. The meeting was a done deal but I didn’t have it in me to tell her the truth. I let her think she was the one that made it happen. Her presentation was excellent. Textbook. But the money was going to be transferred with or without the presentation.
“Pay her more.”
“I am.”
“It doesn’t look like it, if she shops at Goodwill. Anyway, since she’s not your type. Then you wouldn’t mind if I asked her out?”
My blood heats at the thought of Mike with her. He’d be good for her. But the image of her in a red bra, spread for him, makes me want to break something.
“Don’t fuck the employees, Mike. It never ends well.”
“Who said anything about just fucking? Maybe she’s the one that pops a kid out with me. She looks the vanilla type. Always in a bed, always missionary. Boring but hot as fuck. I always wanted to teach something.”
I don’t even realize my fists are clenched until I feel my knuckle crack. “No. I need her focused. I don’t want excuses about date nights when I need her available. Go find someone else to father your blonde, blue-eyed spawn.”
“Ouch. No faith in me at all.” He grins. “I thought I had a shot at normalcy.”
“You fuck a different girl every week, Mike. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”
“Obsidian doesn’t count, dipshit.” He sits up, suddenly thoughtful. “Speaking of, there’s a new girl at the club tonight. Never seen her before. Since you blocked all access to member data, I can’t get her info. All I know is she goes by RED. Won’t show her face.”
I sit forward. RED? How did that slip? “Show me.”
Mike grins, unlocking his phone. After a biometric scan, the feed loads. There is no screen recording allowed. No screenshots. Total discretion. One violation, and you’re banned for life.
The voyeur room appears on screen. A woman in a black leather mask sits cuffed to a winged-back chair, her red bodysuit shimmering under the spotlight like diamond dust.
“Jesus,” I mutter.
“Right? Her body is…” He trails off watching the screen like he’s afraid he will miss a part.
Perfection. Her breasts full and high, beneath the fabric. Hips that flare into a tiny waist. Toned thighs. Shaved. She moves her hands over her torso causing the chains to pull tight as if she knows I’m watching. My cock throbs. She moans and then spreads her thighs. Her hand trails south.
The camera goes still. Silence blankets the room. My heartbeat fills the silence. I’m not usually one to watch. But I could watch her for hours.
She plunges two fingers inside herself. One hand pinches her nipple, the other fucks herself hard. Her moans are a symphony. Loud. Fingers wet making background noise lifting through the phone’s speakers. I’d give anything to replace her fingers with my cock.
“Fuck,” Mike groans.
She spreads further, legs resting over the chair’s arms. Her pussy swallows her fingers as she climaxes, moaning like it’s me she’s thinking of fucking.
And then?—
Her sultry voice drowns her moans. “Now who wants to stick their fat dick inside this pussy?”
Mike laughs, raising his hand like a schoolboy.
I stare at the screen, trying to place her. I come up empty. But one thing is clear—her name suits her perfectly.
RED.
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Kristina hands me a bottle of water, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “I still can’t believe you’re staying here with me.”
