Page 47 of Hale's Pawn
“Let’s let her finish, Aje. Let’s go open up and make these tourist girls spend even more money with our good looks,” Mikonos says, throwing him an apron. They both put one on and leave me to finish what I’m doing.
If Ajedi is here, it's either because my uncle is in town or something else is going on. I hope everything is good. My cousin may seem harmless, but he is one of the most ruthless killers I’ve ever been around. Everyone may not jump at the name Ajedi, but they for sure run and hide when someone lets them know that Shadowis coming for you.
ORAN
There’s a knock on my door. “You expecting someone?” my cousin Wyn asks me.
“Hmm, no, come in,” I say but I don’t look up from my laptop. The smell of baked goods hits my nose and I look up. I see Ainslee standing there with her little ass bag and muffins in tow.
“Hi Wyn. Hi baby.” She gives me a smile that I know others would envy. I never thought about having a girl this gone for me, but when I look at her, I see it. She hasn’t said it, but I know she loves me and I want her to say it first. I want her to be comfortable with me. To know that she can trust me with her love. That I wouldn’t do her wrong or fuck with it.
“Hey, Ainslee, you come bearing gifts?” Wyn inhales, then exhales. “Smells fresh.”
“Oh, they are fresh! Just made them,” Ainslee tells Wyn. She smiles at him.
I roll my eyes and glare at my cousin. “Asshole, get out, don’t smile at my wife like that.”
Wyn looks at me and laughs. “Come on, man. I’m just smiling,” he says and I glare at him.
He gets up, still in that good mood of his. Ainslee moves the first plastic container with the muffins. “Hold this for a minute, will you?” she says to Wyn. He does as she says. She opens the second plastic container and out comes a juicy-ass looking cupcake. “How about a cupcake?” She winks at Wyn.
Wyn’s grin grows. “I love cupcakes. Thank you.” He grabs it and she shuts the container. He hands her back the first one. “Well, don’t you feel any type of way about stopping by with more sweets. You’re family.” He winks at her and looks at me. He tips his big ass cupcake and walks out. Asshole.
I smile at her. “Chocolate chip?” I gesture with my chin.
Ainslee bites her bottom lip and nods, which I know is an indication that she wants a kiss. I watch her for a second. I take in her little outfit. Her blush-pink sleeveless dress barely goes over her thighs, but it does hug her curves and her tits. Her hair is in its curly-coily state in(my new favorite) style; up in a messy bun, a term I picked up from her damned videos. Her white open-toe heels are a tad bit higher today, making her legs look longer.
I gesture with my eyes for her to come to me and she does it without hesitating. She places the containers on my desk and hops right on. “I’ve always wanted to do that to someone.”
I roll my chair a bit closer to her. I grab her ankles and glide my hands up her legs. “You look fucking adorable as shit today, why? Kind of like a random glow. You change something in your makeup routine?”
Ainslee’s eyes widen in appreciation that I noticed. “Yeah, can you tell? How is it? We’re working on a new glowy primer right now and I wanted to test it out before it goes out to everyone else.”
“Makes you look even more fuckable and shit. I think I’m turned on even more that you work so hard, even though you’re still a fucking brat.”
Ainslee playfully rolls her eyes. “Backwards ass compliment.”
“You want to get spanked?” I ask as my hands continue their journey under her dress but I pause as I feel some sheer material-band around her upper thighs. “Stand.” I tell Ainslee. Ainslee stands. I press the button for my secretary. “Yes, Mr. Hale?”
“Don’t let anyone in my office until I say so.”
“Yes sir.”
I hang up and lift up Ainslee’s dress. It’s a fading floral yellow-colored lingerie set; It’s sheer as hell and leaves nothing to the imagination. I move her dress higher and take the whole thing off; the little floral barely hides her erect nipples and it’s some weird set up where the straps come down from her shoulders then split around her breasts, leaving the sheer cups. There’s a sheer corset with a criss-cross and the straps of that clip to the garter around her thighs that I first felt. Her panties are my favorite part. The floral print is higher and I see her pussy clearly. “Turn around,” I command. She does as I say and I inhale at the g-string. The little unnecessary damned triangle. Why is it even there?
Ainslee places her hands on my desk and arches her back. “You don’t like it? A lingerie brand sent it to me to try on and review.”
I run my hands down her back and back up again. “I love it. Review it how? On your channel?” I ask.
“Yeah… They want me to show it. Of course, I’m not going to show the back.”
I grunt as I slap her ass cheek lightly watching it bounce back. “No, you’re not reviewing shit. Tell them your husband saw it and he wants it in every color, especially orange.”
“Aww, I made the video and everything,” Ainslee says and I slap her other ass cheek. Ainslee moans.
“Is that so?” I ask, sitting back in my chair, unbuttoning my pants and unzipping.
“Yes.” Ainslee shudders as I take a bite of her ass.
