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my Lord Duke.” Rolling my body upwards, I grab the pole again and slide down, turning as I go.
    “Three thousand.”
    “Does it matter how many men have touched me?”
    “No, but you shouldn’t simply tell me what I want to hear.”
    “I wasn’t, my Lord Duke.” I drop to my feet and pick the tie up from the ground. Silver eyes desperately claw over my body as I reach behind my back to unsnap my bra. Then I throw that at him as well. I move the tie over my breasts and stomach. “Do you believe me?”
    “No.”
    “Shame.”
    “Four thousand for you to tell me the truth.”
    The tie circles around my nipple, making it pucker and solidify before his eyes. I then hang it around my neck and tie it correctly. “I told you the truth three thousand ago.”
    “I won’t judge you.”
    I move to straddle him, trapping his hands under my calves. The tip of the tie brushes over his face as I move down and hover only an inch over his lap, making sure not to touch. “You’re judging me already.”
    “How?”
    “You assume that because of my choice of profession and because of the way I look that it’s impossible for me not to have slept with more than one person.”
    He clamps his mouth shut. I’ve nailed him.
    I wish I could nail him.
    “You’re married?” His fingers twitch beneath my legs.
    I laugh a little and tap his nose with the tie. “So nosy.”
    “You’re a mystery. I don’t like it. I want to know everything about you.”
    “You’re used to getting what you want.” I roll my hips, gently brushing against his lap. His head rolls back and a gasp leaves him. “But you won’t have me or my secrets.”
    “I’ll buy them from you.”
    Sighing dramatically, I reach behind me and find the pole again. “But then I won’t interest you.”
    The pole is only 2 feet away. My body turns carefully. I don’t want to kick my client as I manoeuvre my way into this new position.
    “Fuck,” he hisses when I’m finally sitting backwards on his lap, my arse on his thighs only inches from the place he wants me the most. “You’ll always interest me.”
    “Men say such pretty things to entice.” I lower my front, keeping myself balanced by holding the pole and slowly I raise my rear in the air.
    “I want to touch you.” He shifts in his seat and I hear the tell-tale sound of a zipper being pulled down. “Higher, I want to look at your cunt as I fuck my own hand.”
    I acquiesce, raising my hips and keeping my front low. He groans and I see that he has exposed himself. His cock is as big as it was last time and so thick. I want to wrap my lips around it. I don’t care which lips.
    “Your thong is wet. You’re ready for me.” His voice is hoarse and deep. I can see his hand moving slowly up and down his length. It’s hot. So hot. “Play with yourself.”
    My stomach twists and churns in the best and worst way. I want to play with myself. I want to release the tension twisting inside of me, burning me alive with pleasure and lust.
    So I lie.
    I can’t cross that line again.
    This is nothing more than a game. A means to an end.
    “If I let go of the pole, I’ll fall.” I state, though I can in fact hold myself like this one handed for quite some time.
    “I just want to get on my knees and take you from behind. It would be so easy.” He moans and I see his hand pick up the pace. I love the way he loosens his grip as he strokes the head of his cock before tightening his grip on the journey back down to the thick base. “I want to see you. All of you.”
    “How much would you pay me to remove my thong?” I lean up and twist so he can see my eyes.
    “One thousand.”
    “This is becoming an expensive date.” I smile. He can hear it in my voice; I know this because he returns it, still rubbing his swollen length. I want to tame it. I want to touch it. I’m going to need counselling after this. “How much would you pay for me to let you remove my thong?”
    His hand stills on his cock and his eyes