Page 76 of The Sacrifice
“No.” She shakes her head and dodges his advances. “You are better focused when you can’t sample the merchandise. Get her on the hook, and let’s get back to what we’re supposed to be doing before Truman called us in on what was supposed to be our vacation.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Keep the line open.” Truman’s voice calls to him in his ear.
“You’ve got it. And tell Jackson, we’ll have her on the hook in ten minutes.”
“He’s counting on that.” Truman goes through the safety protocols–just like every other mission.
“Got it.” The door slides open, and Lola steps onto the main floor with her hips swaying. The tight emerald dress reminds him of the one she wore at the charity event for her mother. It was a similar dress, and he wanted to fuck her in it. “Panties?”
She glances at him over her shoulder. “You’ll have to find out.”
Damn. She’s not wearing panties.His cock twitches to life.Stop. Do. Not. Go. There. Work is first. Then play.He straightens his shoulders and scans the room, finding Roxanne at the bar.
She’s wearing a black leather skirt that barely covers her ass cheeks. The heels are four inches in height, and there are holes in the thighs of her fishnet stockings. Somewhere along the line, she’s gone farther downhill. He’d run into her a few times at Callahan’s Bar years ago, but they’d never talked, so he was confident she wouldn’t remember him.
Five minutes later, he runs his finger along Roxanne’s exposed upper arm. “So, do you want to get out of here?”
Her eyes dart around the room as if she’s searching for someone. “I can’t.”
“Why not?” He uses his free hand to cup her chin and runs his thumb along her jawline. Her eyes are glassy, but no signs of drugs. Nor is she slobbering drunk. She must be sober enough to make a sound decision. Even if it will be based on a bit of coercion. “I can make it worth your while.”
“How much?”
His body buzzes with excitement. Their research indicated that she’d changed from screwing random customers to getting paid to screw random strangers.
“How much what?” There’s complete radio silence from Truman, even though he’s listening to every word.
She leans toward me, brushing her breast against my upper arm. “How much will you pay to make it worth your while?”
You couldn’t pay me enough.“How much will it cost me, and what will I get?”
She grasps the lapels of my suit and yanks me forward as if she’s tired of playing the game. “For you….” She licks her lips. At one point, she was an attractive woman, but now her face is gaunt and pitted. “I’ll give a discount. Ten dollars for a hand job. Twenty for a blow job. And one hundred to fuck me.”
“Do you do this often?”
Her eyes narrow into slits. “What are you implying?”
“Don’t get your panties in a bunch.” He tweaks her chin, indenting the flesh and then releasing it. “I’m making sure you aren’t a cop.”
“Please.” She rolls her eyes. “I’m not a pig. I can guarantee you that. And I don’t have any diseases. Mike makes sure we’re all well taken care of.”
“Mike, your boyfriend?”
She gnaws on her bottom lip and shrugs. “You could say that.”
“Where do we go to do this?” He pats his breast pocket again as if the thickness in the compartment is money rather than parental right’s termination paperwork.
“There’s a back room.” She jerks her head to the right. “Back there. Follow me but not too close. If there are any cops here, I don’t want them getting any ideas.”
“Sure. Do you think there are any in here?” He glances around as if he’s anxious about any police presence.
“Stop. Don’t turn into a pussy. The cops aren’t looking for me, so you’ll be fine.” She spins on her heel and leaves.
His heart skips a beat.Here we go.
After a couple of seconds, he follows behind her and down the hallway. She yanks a door open and motions for him to come inside.