Page 170 of Torrid Passion
She does.
“I’m sorry, sir, but may I ask how did you know how much to bring?” she asks. “Each girl has a different set price.”
Oh, she’s in the game.
“I was told you were one of the more expensive ones, therefore I came prepared.”
“I like good clients.”Fuck me.“I’m ready to start when you are, sir.” She drops her eyes in a deliberate way to the pouch.
“Of course,” I say reaching out and grabbing a hundred dollar bill. “This is for me just to be here,” I say tucking the money inside the top of her bra.
She studies me.
“I believe our prices have increased recently. It’s two hundred, sir. The email went out to all the members.”
Damn.
“My apologies. Seeing you in this stunning dress clearly incapacitates my brain cells. This should do,” I tuck another hundred dollar bill inside her bra.
“Thank you, sir. It’s another two hundred for me to dance.”
“Wow! Youareexpensive.”
“I am.”
I slip her the money.
“Thank you, sir.”
She removes her embroidered dress and flings it at me. I catch it with one hand and toss it on the marble coffee table.
When I catch sight of her lingerie, I nearly go into cardiac arrest.
“Jesus Christ. What in God’s name are you wearing?”
“It’s a chemise.”
“A what?”
“A chemise,” she stresses. “Same concept as a slip, but shorter and sexier.”
What a flimsy excuse for underwear.
Translation, I fucking love it.
What she’s wearing underneath can only be described as a veil of a dress. It’s see-through with an indecently low V cut at the front. I can see her panties––also gold––and her protruding nipples.
“I’m calling French Appliqué first thing tomorrow morning and I’m ordering two dozen of those.”
She laughs. “You kill me.”
“No seriously, I need you walking around my place wearing that and nothing else.”
“I wouldn’t say no… especially if it ends with you fucking me.”
“You can count on it.”
“Are you ready, sir?” she asks.
