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of the room, away from the rest of them.”
He narrows his eyes, peering at me through two slits.
“ So, does he have something to do with it?”
“ Not really. Well, a little bit. But then, I wanted to
quit anyway before he told me to.”
“ He told you to?”
“ Yes. After the orgy, when he took me to one of the
dressing rooms. He didn't like me being with those other guys. He
said I should quit.”
“ I understand. Sometimes the clients get attached to
the performers, against their better judgment. It seems that Grayson
has done that with you.”
Attached. Really? I kinda like the sound of that...
“ Now, you should be aware that Grayson Trent is an
extremely powerful and influential man. I would exercise caution with
him, Ashley. Stick with your dreams of becoming a designer, and focus
on that.”
“ I plan to. That's why I'm quitting really, not
because of Gray.”
“ Good. And please, don't let him know that we had this
conversation. He might hold it against me, and I could do without a
man like him on my back.”
We conclude the dinner with me thinking that powerful or
not, I still want Grayson Trent between my thighs as often as I can.
In any case, what exactly would his power and influence have to do
with me? Nothing, really, as he's only interested in my pussy.
When it comes time to pay, I insist to the point of
getting angry, but Randall never lets me get my credit card out.
“ Ashley, my dear, don't go wasting the money you've
earned on me. Really, the money means a lot less to me than it does
to you. Please, let me.”
Eventually, I give in, feeling a strange mixture at
anger at not being allowed to pay, and gratefulness for not having
to. The final bill, it seems, it in excess of five hundred dollars,
and I'd rather not part with that money on a single dinner if
possible.
When Randall leaves me, he urges me once more to focus
on my dreams and put everything else aside. He doesn't mention his
name again, but I can tell that he's trying to put me off Grayson
within the subtext.
All it does, however, is fuel my curiosity, and by the
time I get back to my new apartment in Manhattan, I'm desperate to
load up my laptop and discover everything I can about the man.
I spend the next hour in the company of a bottle of wine
and Google, trying to suck as much information about Gray as I can
from the net.
The most pertinent fact I discover is his profession, or
I should say his business. He's a weapons manufacturer, and his
family have been developing arms for the US military for quite some
time.
By all accounts, Gray is quite an aggressive negotiator,
and is ruthless with his competition to ensure that his family
business secures the right military contracts. Frankly, though, it
all has nothing to do with me, and whatever his job is I don't see
why it should be cause for me to worry.
What my eyes are most drawn to most, however, are the
images of him I find. The pictures of him in suits and tuxedos
meeting military officials and politicians. There's even one with him
in the White House, his hand firmly grasped to that of the President
in a pally fashion.
But even this vaunted company doesn't interest me as
much as his smoldering eyes, his jaw of stone, his high cheekbones
and strong, muscled physique. Behind those suits I imagine his tight
pecs and abs, his thick dick nestled in his underwear and creeping
down his leg.
As I look at the pictures of him I think of our last
meeting, of him thrusting inside me on the counter of the dressing
room. His eyes were on fire then, filled with a look that said I am
his, and his alone.
Possessive, the guy certainly is, and perhaps that's
what Randall was warning me about. A guy that possessive with that
much power can make like difficult for you if things don't go his
way.
But, right now, I can't think that anything's not going
to go his way.
Right now, all I can think of is how happy I'll be for
him to possess me.
Chapter Two
“ A car will come to
He narrows his eyes, peering at me through two slits.
“ So, does he have something to do with it?”
“ Not really. Well, a little bit. But then, I wanted to
quit anyway before he told me to.”
“ He told you to?”
“ Yes. After the orgy, when he took me to one of the
dressing rooms. He didn't like me being with those other guys. He
said I should quit.”
“ I understand. Sometimes the clients get attached to
the performers, against their better judgment. It seems that Grayson
has done that with you.”
Attached. Really? I kinda like the sound of that...
“ Now, you should be aware that Grayson Trent is an
extremely powerful and influential man. I would exercise caution with
him, Ashley. Stick with your dreams of becoming a designer, and focus
on that.”
“ I plan to. That's why I'm quitting really, not
because of Gray.”
“ Good. And please, don't let him know that we had this
conversation. He might hold it against me, and I could do without a
man like him on my back.”
We conclude the dinner with me thinking that powerful or
not, I still want Grayson Trent between my thighs as often as I can.
In any case, what exactly would his power and influence have to do
with me? Nothing, really, as he's only interested in my pussy.
When it comes time to pay, I insist to the point of
getting angry, but Randall never lets me get my credit card out.
“ Ashley, my dear, don't go wasting the money you've
earned on me. Really, the money means a lot less to me than it does
to you. Please, let me.”
Eventually, I give in, feeling a strange mixture at
anger at not being allowed to pay, and gratefulness for not having
to. The final bill, it seems, it in excess of five hundred dollars,
and I'd rather not part with that money on a single dinner if
possible.
When Randall leaves me, he urges me once more to focus
on my dreams and put everything else aside. He doesn't mention his
name again, but I can tell that he's trying to put me off Grayson
within the subtext.
All it does, however, is fuel my curiosity, and by the
time I get back to my new apartment in Manhattan, I'm desperate to
load up my laptop and discover everything I can about the man.
I spend the next hour in the company of a bottle of wine
and Google, trying to suck as much information about Gray as I can
from the net.
The most pertinent fact I discover is his profession, or
I should say his business. He's a weapons manufacturer, and his
family have been developing arms for the US military for quite some
time.
By all accounts, Gray is quite an aggressive negotiator,
and is ruthless with his competition to ensure that his family
business secures the right military contracts. Frankly, though, it
all has nothing to do with me, and whatever his job is I don't see
why it should be cause for me to worry.
What my eyes are most drawn to most, however, are the
images of him I find. The pictures of him in suits and tuxedos
meeting military officials and politicians. There's even one with him
in the White House, his hand firmly grasped to that of the President
in a pally fashion.
But even this vaunted company doesn't interest me as
much as his smoldering eyes, his jaw of stone, his high cheekbones
and strong, muscled physique. Behind those suits I imagine his tight
pecs and abs, his thick dick nestled in his underwear and creeping
down his leg.
As I look at the pictures of him I think of our last
meeting, of him thrusting inside me on the counter of the dressing
room. His eyes were on fire then, filled with a look that said I am
his, and his alone.
Possessive, the guy certainly is, and perhaps that's
what Randall was warning me about. A guy that possessive with that
much power can make like difficult for you if things don't go his
way.
But, right now, I can't think that anything's not going
to go his way.
Right now, all I can think of is how happy I'll be for
him to possess me.
Chapter Two
“ A car will come to
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