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thought, welcoming that familiar rise of intensity and anticipation as she felt her nut rising fast. She allowed herself to give in to the pleasure. To get lost ... and somehow found all at once. And when she finally felt the first explosion, she enjoyed the ride. She felt some of the stress and tension of the last week leave her. She felt renewed—rejuvenated—and ready for war.

    Ten minutes later, on legs still slightly wobbly, Jessa came downstairs with fifty crisp one hundred dollar bills in the pocket of the white velour suit she now wore. When she went upstairs to quickly change and to retrieve his fee, she had looked out her balcony to check the status of the repast at Jaime’s house.
    Her timing couldn’t have been better.
    Jessa tilted her head as she looked at him. “Another hundred for a sneak peak at the dick. I am dying with curiosity.”
    Pleasure smirked as he looked directly in her eyes and jerked his pants down. “No charge,” he assured her with a smile.
    Jessa’s eyes shifted down to see one of the thickest and longest dicks she’d ever come across. Her eyes widened and she swallowed over a lump in her throat. “Ooh. Ummmm. And ... and ... and that’s not even hard. Right?” she asked, completely unsure.
    Eric was average sized, but Pleasure’s dick made him look juvenile in comparison.
    Pleasure chuckled as he bent down to ease his pants back up. “You got my number,” he told her.
    “Listen, I have to get the rest of your money,” she lied, already walking to the door to open it wide. “You can walk with me right down the street if you’re nervous I’m gonna skip out on you.”
    Pleasure shrugged and walked out of the house ahead of her. “I can wait at my truck for you to get back,” he told her, laid back.
    Jessa closed the door and smiled up at him. “Thanks. Be right back,” she told him, hurrying off down the street.
    The sun was just beginning to set and the skies were darkening. Jessa’s heart was beating fast and she was glad that most of the residents on this block of Richmond Hills were at Jaime’s house. Not a sole was outside to see her walk up onto the porch.
    She could hear the mingled voices of the people filling the living room.
    Smiling like a cat, Jessa pulled the small remote from her pocket and edged just close enough to the window to point it toward the DVD player. She hit Play and the large flat screen hung over the fireplace filled with the image of Jaime getting fucked—and well—by Pleasure in the back room of the strip club where he worked.
    Eric’s private detective was damn good for discovering that the owner of the club privately videotaped the activities in his back rooms. Money talks, and the detective walked away with the DVD.
    Jessa knew making a copy of it would come in handy one day ... just like sneaking into Jaime’s house to load the DVD into her player while she was at the funeral playing the bereaved wife.
    Bitch, please.
    Jessa allowed herself one last peak as the voices and loud cries of surprise and shock echoed outside. The sight of Pleasure’s big dick sliding in and out of Jaime from behind looked like hardcore porn on the screen.
    Jessa laughed and dropped the remote she took earlier onto the porch as she turned and descended the steps to stand in the street outside Jaime’s home. The front door opened and people began filing out like schoolchildren during a fire drill.
    Embarrass me? Jessa thought. No, bitch. Take that.
    Several people eyed her in shock, reprimand, and even anger. Women snatched their husband’s arm and pulled them away from her like she could fuck them with her eyes.
    Jessa ignored them and kept her eyes locked on the front door. I ain’t done yet. She turned and motioned up the street for Pleasure to head her way. Seconds later, the headlights of his truck turned on and he backed out of her driveway.
    “What the hell do you want, Jessa?”
    She turned and looked up at Renee standing on the top step