Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
It wouldn’t take long until she realized I didn’t have one. And for some reason I couldn’t fucking fathom, it bothered me more than it had in years.
I never stopped rubbing my callused fingers over my mouth, as her gaze followed the movement of my hand, causing her pouty fucking lips to purse as she watched my every move. Triggering my fingers to wipe off the bright red lipstick from her mouth.
My scowl trailed down her neck toward her tits, which were on full display, just waiting to be freed from her hot pink lacy bra, right down to her narrow, tiny waist. I immediately envisioned latching onto it, guiding her down my cock.
A thought that should have never crossed my goddamn mind, but I was still a man.
And she was like the forbidden fruit I wanted to fuck.
Her revealing cutoff top showed off her tan stomach and her pierced fucking bellybutton. Narrowing my eyes, I continued my visual assault down to her slender thighs, wanting to nestle my face between them. My cock twitched at the thought of her riding my face. She still had legs that went on for miles, barely covered by a small skirt, more like a piece of fabric that hid what I knew was her perfect fucking pussy.
Topping it all off, she wore fuck-me heels. This girl was just asking to be fucked twelve ways to Sunday, barging in here dressed the way she was.
“What are you looking at?” she asked, needing to break the silence between us.
“Whatever the fuck I want. Or did you forget this is my office you so rudely intruded in on?” Arching an eyebrow, I cocked my head to the side. Adding, “So tell me… did you dress like a whore for me, little girl?”
I jerked back like he had hit me, stunned. “I didn’t—”
“That wasn’t a question, sweetheart. Allow me to let you in on a little tip. I’m surrounded by fucking whores twenty-four-seven. If I wanted one, all I would have to do is walk outside that door.” He pointed directly behind me. “They’re a dime a dozen, dropping to their knees, itching to get a taste of my cock. Is that what you want?”
I sat down in the chair in front of his desk, slowly crossing my legs. Leaning over on the bureau, giving him an ample view of my cleavage. I knew he liked what he saw, his eyes seemed to keep settling there.
I had spent the last few months, debating if I was really going to do this. Every time I looked at my acceptance letter to Julliard, I knew this was my only hope in being able to attend the school. He was my last resort. Believe me, I didn’t want to have to sell my soul to the Devil.
But what other choice did I have?
It took me forever to apply the pound of makeup I had on my face, not to mention trying to find the sluttiest clothes at the local thrift stores. I started helping out a lot more at the dance studio these last few years, and Mary, my instructor, was adamant on paying me, now that I was older. She didn’t give me much, but it was something. I’d been saving almost all of it, and I had enough for my first and last month’s rent at a shitty apartment, miles away from school. I would have to find a loop-hole in Julliard’s strict policy for first years students. There was no way I could afford living on or near campus.
Although none of that mattered to me. All my hard work had finally paid off, and I got accepted to the school of my dreams.
Julliard.
This job could set me up for life. As much as I didn’t want to be sitting here in his office, whored out, it was my only choice. I realized after our first short encounter that nobody stood up to Martinez. As much as he seemed to get off on my appearance, he also enjoyed my snarky tongue. It’s not like I could help it, I wouldn’t show fear to anyone.
Especially him.
“Well, here’s a little tip for you,” I retorted, bringing his attention back up to my face. “Maybe you should take one of those whores up on their offers, it might help get rid of your shitty attitude. Or they could just help remove the stick that seems to be permanently shoved up your ass,” I proudly stated, smiling.
His eyes glazed over. It was quick, but I saw it. He didn’t falter, not that I expected him to. “I'd agree with you, but then we'd both be wrong.”
I smiled, big and wide at him. I couldn’t help it. I liked his asshole demeanor. I had him right where I wanted him. Before I lost the courage, I blurted out, “I need a job, Martinez.”