Chapter 22

I didn’t like to admit this, but I was a bit envious of her. From what she’d told me, she had all of the benefits of a rich older guy taking care of her and none of the bullshit that I had to deal with when it came to Derek.

“I know I’m lucky, and I don’t have to live with him like you do with old Derek there. But hey, you wanna hear something?”

“Sure.”

She leaned closer to me. “He’s been asking about you.”

“Ummm ... okay ... what’s that mean?”

“He’s been wanting to meet you, with me, outside the club. You know, like at my condo.”

My eyes widened. Her luxury condo in downtown Dallas was just as nice, or maybe even nicer than, Derek’s house and fully paid for by Big Buck.

“Meet me, huh? And ... ummm ... then what? Do we all go bowling? Maybe play some miniature golf?” I teased.

Raven stuck her tongue out and made a face at me. “Careful, he likes saucy women.”

I rolled my eyes at her. “Okay, but really, what does he want?”

Raven leaned closer as Sugar and Xanadu took seats at a table not far away. “He wants to pay you to come over to my place and hang out one day. Ten thousand cash.”

Ten... thousand dollars, that was outrageous. “You’re shitting me.” Wait, would this make me a prostitute?

“Hand to God, I’m not.” She kissed her hand and held it up to the sky, well, the ceiling. “He wants that pretty blonde girl he sees on all those billboards.”

“So, like, I would have to fuck him, obviously.”

“Obviously, girl. And he’ll pay double for your ass.”

I nearly choked on my salad. Twenty! “And you’ll be there with me?”

“Yes, baby. You and me, we’ll have some fun together, you know what I’m sayin’? He’s sweet and good in bed, and he doesn’t smell bad like that Stinky McGee you just had.”

I toyed with my food for a moment. “And ... Buck is going to expect that you and I ... you know...”

“Well, he knows we’re friends. So he does assume we will be very... friendly with each other, yes.”

Over the past few weeks, there was a growing sexual tension building between us. Many times, I’d thought she might want to take things further with me, and I fantasized about her... being with her ... but I did have some concerns about how that would affect our relationship.

I chewed thoughtfully again, weighing my options. “Sofia, I’m flattered, but ... you’re kind of my only friend, and ... like, I don’t want to mess that up, ya know?”

She reached over and took my hand. “Jenna, we’ll always be friends, okay? This is business, girl. He wants this, both of us, and it will make him happy and keep him happy. He pays my bills, honey, and I need this. I need to keep him interested.” My eyes widened, and I didn’t attempt to hide the skeptical look on my face. She smiled and squeezed my hand. “It won’t mess up you and me. We won’t let it, I promise. Think about it, okay? We’re both off on Monday. You could come over then while Derek is at work.”

I told her I would think about it. I didn’t really have anything planned for Monday other than lounging around the pool all day and relaxing. I had to admit what she was suggesting sounded a lot more fun and certainly would be a lot more profitable.

So, technically, yes. I would fuck this guy for money. But it’s a lot of money ... and I’m already kind of doing that with Derek ... so it’s more like a similar arrangement.

I did think about Derek for a few moments, but he had been getting on my nerves lately, and thoughts of moving out crossed my mind occasionally. This money would go a long way towards that goal.

“Monday, huh? Does Buck work, or what?”

Sofia’s face gleamed. “He works when he feels like it, and he doesn’t feel like it on Mondays. When does Derek leave?”

“Around seven-thirty, usually. They have this weekly rah-rah sales meeting to start off their week. He comes home around five or six.”

“So ... you come over about ten, we fuck his brains out, and we’ll get you home by four. Bing bang boom, you’re home in time to clean up for Lover Boy, who’s none the wiser, with twenty large in your purse; how is this a bad plan?”

I grinned at her. “It’s not a bad plan, it’s a pretty damn good plan. I’m in.”

I bobbed my head up and down on Derek’s morning wood, a kind of daily ritual for us. His hips thrust up to meet my downward motions as he fucked my mouth. I loved taking him this way, all the way to the root. I used to think all girls did it this way, but Sofia had set me straight on that; very few girls could actually perform what she told me was a deep-throat move. That just excited me even more for some reason, that I was able to do something most other girls wouldn’t or couldn’t.

This morning, however, he stopped short of coming in my mouth and pulled my head up and off his cock. Rolling me onto my back, he gripped his cock in his right hand while his left held the video camera, capturing all the action.