Page 20 of Wicked Attraction

“Ah, there you are, beautiful.” It was one of the reunion jerks, not the blond with the dimples, but his ugly, brown-haired friend.

I narrowed my eyes at the asswipe through the mirror and sighed. “This restroom is for employees only. The customer bathroom is further up the hall, on the right.”

“Oh, come on now, honey. Now isn’t the time to play hard to get. I saw that look you gave me when you waltzed off. It was a clear invite to follow.”

He took a step closer and slid a finger down my arm.

“Wrong, asshole. I don’t fuck limp dick motherfuckers in public bathrooms or anywhere else.”

I knew that look well, the irrational anger that came on like a flash flood.

“Oh, bitches like you think you’re so special, don’t you? A fucking waitress and you think you’re too good for me. We’ll see.”

He stepped right up to me, close enough that I could see the storm clouds gather in his eyes. I knew he meant to harm me, to fuck me up good if given half a chance.

I pushed him away as hard as I could and stumbled on the uneven tile, giving him a perfect chance to grab me by the throat and push me up against the wall.

“Let. Go.”

“I don’t think so, bitch. We’re about to see if my dick is as limp as you think it is.” He ground his semi-hard cock against my hip, squeezing my throat as his other hand slid between my legs in search of my panties. “You got a tight cunt? I love a tight cunt that grips me hard while I fuck it.”

“You couldn’t handle this pussy,” I assured him with a dark smile. It wasn’t smart, taunting this asshole, but I didn’t back down, not anymore. I didn’t cower in corners or hide under the sheets like a scared little girl.

If he was going to fuck me up, he’d have a fight on his hands.

He reared his hand back and let it fall in a perfect arch right across my face. “Bitch!”

His hand squeezed my throat even harder, enough to not just cut off my air but to cause black spots to form around the edges of my eyes.

“We could have done things the nice way. The easy way.”

I cried out at the backhand, feeling the sting from his knuckles immediately. My face throbbed while I squirmed away from his touch, a move made in vain as his fingers slid my panties to the side.

The asshole was strong though, rendering my efforts useless. I reached behind me, into the back pocket of my skirt, and produced a switchblade that I pressed right to his throat just as his fingers found their way into my pussy, down to the last knuckle.

“No!”

“This is already happening, bitch; might as well enjoy it.”

I pressed the blade a little harder because usually, that did the trick with assholes like this, but he wasn’t moved at all.

“Fuck. That.” I tried to close my legs, to kick him away, but he just laughed.

And laughed.

The bathroom door flew open, and both of our heads swiveled in that direction. My heart leaped at the sight of Jasper, big and angry and menacing. Ready to rescue me.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Back off, asshole. You can have this cunt when I’m done with her.”

I cried out when his fingers pumped in and out of my pussy, his hand choking me with more effort. My eyes went wide as the black around the edges grew more pronounced. I knew what came next, had been here more than once in the early days of my escort career.

“Yeah, that’s not how this works, motherfucker.”

Jasper’s broad shoulders hunched forward, and he barreled inside the bathroom, pulling out his gun as he came closer and closer. He pressed the barrel to the asshole’s head, looking as sexy and ruthless as I’d ever seen him.

“If you want to live long enough to see the sunrise tomorrow, let her go.”

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