dollars, dear? You certainly didn’t think it was to just to sit on my lap and talk with your top off, did you?”
He laughed, which made me uncomfortable.
“That was the agreement.”
“Well, the agreement is changing. I’ll give you two thousand if you spend the weekend with me. Don’t worry. It’s not just sex I want. You’ll be my companion.”
I stared deep into his eyes, trying to discern if he was lying. Not older people could be trusted.
“Well? What do you say? I need to leave soon.”
“Can I think about it?”
“You’ve had more than enough time to get to know me.”
“I don’t know.”
“I’m going to send you a text message with a motel down the road. After I leave, I want you to come down. You owe me a blowjob at least.”
“What?”
“Now, now. You know how the game works.”
“I do, but…”
“You’re a single mother, right? Can’t you use two grand?”
“Well, yes, but…”
“No but action unless you’re into it,” he said seriously without skipping a beat.
Eww , I thought. What a dirty old man.
“I might come.”
“Yes, you might. If you’re lucky.”
His chuckle was creepy, but I smiled. He moved, so I got off his lap. Before he left, he dug into his pants pocket and pulled out ten hundred dollar bills.
“This is for tonight already, but if you show up for more down the road, I’ll give you another two grand to stay with me and play all weekend.”
What the fuck does that mean? I asked myself, knowing the answer.
“I might. We’ll see.”
“I hope to see more.”
He moved his hand behind me and grabbed my ass, pulling me close. Before I could protest, he planted a kiss on my lips, slipping his wet tongue into my mouth.
“Later, baby,” he said and left the VIP room.
I sat down, trying to catch my breath. A bouncer came in to check on me. I waved him away, saying I needed a break.
“Well get the fuck to the back. You know the rules. This is a money making room.”
“Fine,” I said, standing up.
When I made it to the dressing room, I sat down in front of the full size mirror and thought about my life. It was almost like I’d won the lottery. Or had a chance to win it for sure. All I had to do was sleep with an older man. He was probably just lonely and could hardly get it up - or so I hoped. My initial reaction was, “Hell no, take the money and run,” but the money would help out a lot.
The two boys were expensive and I rarely was able to get ahead, let alone have a little money saved up for an emergency. As I thought about Cary’s proposition, two other dancers walked in. They were new. I didn’t even know their names, but I wanted to escape being them if I could help it. And Cary was definitely my ticket. Even if I slept with him for money, the relationship would be a real one.
At least that’s what I told myself as I got up and prepared to leave the club. It was still early in the night, but Cary had sent me a text with an address and room number along with four dollar signs and one comma. Does he really think I’m that fucking crass? I wondered then told myself I couldn’t care. If I wanted to provide the best for my boys, I had to make tough fucking decisions thanks to their father.
Once in my car, I started it up. Cary sent another text message, a picture of his wrinkled dick. I took a deep breath and put the car in gear. After backing out of the parking spot, I pulled onto the main street and headed toward the seedy motel on the outskirts of town.
You have five hundred in your pocket. Just go home. This isn’t you. Although two grand would be nice… My thoughts went back and forth as I got closer to the huge fork in the road. If I went with him for the weekend, my life would never be the same.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Like the steamy sample and want to read the rest of Bethany and Aaron’s story? Check out Single Mother at Amazon!
Party Cupid Style Excerpt
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Silence slam
He laughed, which made me uncomfortable.
“That was the agreement.”
“Well, the agreement is changing. I’ll give you two thousand if you spend the weekend with me. Don’t worry. It’s not just sex I want. You’ll be my companion.”
I stared deep into his eyes, trying to discern if he was lying. Not older people could be trusted.
“Well? What do you say? I need to leave soon.”
“Can I think about it?”
“You’ve had more than enough time to get to know me.”
“I don’t know.”
“I’m going to send you a text message with a motel down the road. After I leave, I want you to come down. You owe me a blowjob at least.”
“What?”
“Now, now. You know how the game works.”
“I do, but…”
“You’re a single mother, right? Can’t you use two grand?”
“Well, yes, but…”
“No but action unless you’re into it,” he said seriously without skipping a beat.
Eww , I thought. What a dirty old man.
“I might come.”
“Yes, you might. If you’re lucky.”
His chuckle was creepy, but I smiled. He moved, so I got off his lap. Before he left, he dug into his pants pocket and pulled out ten hundred dollar bills.
“This is for tonight already, but if you show up for more down the road, I’ll give you another two grand to stay with me and play all weekend.”
What the fuck does that mean? I asked myself, knowing the answer.
“I might. We’ll see.”
“I hope to see more.”
He moved his hand behind me and grabbed my ass, pulling me close. Before I could protest, he planted a kiss on my lips, slipping his wet tongue into my mouth.
“Later, baby,” he said and left the VIP room.
I sat down, trying to catch my breath. A bouncer came in to check on me. I waved him away, saying I needed a break.
“Well get the fuck to the back. You know the rules. This is a money making room.”
“Fine,” I said, standing up.
When I made it to the dressing room, I sat down in front of the full size mirror and thought about my life. It was almost like I’d won the lottery. Or had a chance to win it for sure. All I had to do was sleep with an older man. He was probably just lonely and could hardly get it up - or so I hoped. My initial reaction was, “Hell no, take the money and run,” but the money would help out a lot.
The two boys were expensive and I rarely was able to get ahead, let alone have a little money saved up for an emergency. As I thought about Cary’s proposition, two other dancers walked in. They were new. I didn’t even know their names, but I wanted to escape being them if I could help it. And Cary was definitely my ticket. Even if I slept with him for money, the relationship would be a real one.
At least that’s what I told myself as I got up and prepared to leave the club. It was still early in the night, but Cary had sent me a text with an address and room number along with four dollar signs and one comma. Does he really think I’m that fucking crass? I wondered then told myself I couldn’t care. If I wanted to provide the best for my boys, I had to make tough fucking decisions thanks to their father.
Once in my car, I started it up. Cary sent another text message, a picture of his wrinkled dick. I took a deep breath and put the car in gear. After backing out of the parking spot, I pulled onto the main street and headed toward the seedy motel on the outskirts of town.
You have five hundred in your pocket. Just go home. This isn’t you. Although two grand would be nice… My thoughts went back and forth as I got closer to the huge fork in the road. If I went with him for the weekend, my life would never be the same.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Like the steamy sample and want to read the rest of Bethany and Aaron’s story? Check out Single Mother at Amazon!
Party Cupid Style Excerpt
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Silence slam
Similar Books
