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In answer he found a dirt road, where he pulled to a stop in front of a thicket of wild butterfly shrubs that drooped with the weight of the recent rain. With the break in the weather he put the Porsche’s top down so they’d have more room.
Rhett had her keep the blindfold on while he slid down his pants and underwear and put on the condom. He then put the seat back as far as it would go and helped Burke climb over the console and sit astride him.
She slipped her dress off, revealing only a thong underneath. He tugged that aside, and the Porsche rocked for the next half hour.
“Can’t I take the blindfold off?” she gasped.
“It’s more fun this way,” he countered. “You can imagine me any way you want.”
“Kinky.”
Finished, he slowly stroked her hair.
“Better than the old sack of shit?” he whispered.
She moaned throatily. “Oh, yeah. Lots.”
When the rain started to fall again, Rhett started the car and put the top up, to keep them from getting doused. They put their clothes back on, and he drove off. A half hour later he slowed to a stop in an area of the city far away from the penthouse crowd. He peeled off a huge wad of hundreds from a stash he kept in a custom lock box under the front seat, then grabbed a small, zippered vinyl bag from the console and put the cash in there before handing the bag to her.
“Five thousand cash.”
“Shit,” she said. “Seriously?”
“You want to count it?”
“No, I’m good. I trust you.”
“And like you said, you get one hundred percent. Thirty minutes of work, so that’sten grandan hour.”
She smirked. “Thanks for the raise.”
He helped her get out of the car and looked around. “You close by?”
“You see a red door?” she asked.
“Yeah, number twelve, on the left.”
“That’s me.”
“You got a key?” he said.
“In my other pocket.”
“Count to five and then take off the blindfold.”
“Maybe we can do this again.”
“Maybe we can.”
He got back into the car. “So, what do I smell like?”
She turned toward the sound of his voice. “Not old, for sure. No mothballs.”
“But?”
“But—and don’t take this the wrong way, mister—you… you smell a little like the other guy.”
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