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weathered old man, which is strange. Why do I even give a fuck? She’s here for a purpose. But, along with her sweet girl innocence, I noticed her sexual awareness of me. That and my stiff cock are why she’s still here.
    I follow behind her and stop at the entrance to the room and rest my hands on the door jamb to wait. I want to see if she does what I ask. I’ve played different scenarios a hundred times with escorts. It’s one of my kinks. I like them uncomfortable, and I enjoy keeping them off balance. I had Celina remove her clothing to do just that. If she were more seasoned, I would have handled things differently. I’ve had them crawl, put a vibrating butt plug in their ass, and blindfolded them. Whatever keeps them on edge. Their nervousness heightens the fun for me. I pay well enough to get what I ask for. I also know Madison’s girls gossip like old ladies, so mixing things up helps me keep them as unprepared as possible.
    All the air in my lungs expels when she exits the bathroom. I noticed her curves beneath the tight suit. Not this Goddess, though. Her breasts are full but don’t have the swollen, oversized look of fake ones that most of the escorts buy. Her skin is slightly tanned without tan lines. And fuck me but her nipples are the most delectable pink I’ve ever seen. They almost match the panties she hasn’t removed.
    She stands frozen like prey, watching me as my eyes slowly skim her body. Her hands remain at her sides, but I can see the telltale signs of her nervousness because she has them fisted so tight her knuckles are blue. I walk forward and she stands her ground. She’s about six inches shorter than I am, and I usually like my women shorter than that. I’ll be damned if I complain. I lift my hand and glide the back of my fingers down her cheek. At contact, she jumps but doesn’t shy away. Her terrified eyes stay glued to mine—the fear in them palpable.
    “Relax,” I whisper. Her body remains tense, so I keep my voice low and steady. “I’ve ordered food for us. We will sit and enjoy a nice meal… first.” I can’t help running the backs of my fingers down over her shoulder. Her skin is hellishly soft. “Nothing happens that you don’t want to happen. Remember that.”
    I have no idea why I’m trying to talk her through this. I’m not generally nice to the escorts. Oh, I’m not violent by any means. I want what I want and I tell them straight up. Seldom do they even elicit smiles from me. That’s not the case this time. I’m afraid that if I tell her I plan to fuck her mouth until her jaw aches she’ll bolt. For some reason, I want to soothe this woman right up until I jam my cock down her throat.
    Her expression changes a small bit and maybe some of her fear recedes. Her eyes are so large it’s hard to tell. She starts to speak but clamps her lips shut. They are incredibly full, delectable lips. Waiting to have them wrapped around my hard dick is part of the game for me.
    “Say what’s on your mind,” I tell her with a little push in my voice. I drop my hand and step back to give her space. This isn’t like me either. I have no problem invading an escort’s personal space and keeping her off balance.
    Her tongue glides over her top lip. My balls tighten and more blood travels to the head of my cock.
    “I’d rather get it over with if you don’t mind,” she says softly.
    I’m struck speechless for a second until a brief laugh escapes me. It ends on a strangled growl. No escort has ever told me she just wanted to get it over with. The longer they stay, the bigger the tip, or at least that’s the way this usually works. Celina has a lot to learn. Forget about the stupid Ce Ce name she prefers. She’s Celina now. I move in closer. It’s time to see what she’s made of.
    “Go to your knees,” I command without touching her.
    She hesitates, though her knees dip just a bit. The heels make it awkward when she finally decides to go all in. I don’t help her.