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ake my second m

anger's eight-pack. And I do mean eight-pack. Two, four, six, eight. Taut skin over bulging pecs, a sculpte

ecause suddenly, I'm wondering if this guy's in the m

l. Get it- "Should I

ssing? "I am so sorry, sir." Covering my face with both hands,

tter if I hadn't just gotten a

cusable. I was

king of someth

." Grovel, April. Just grovel. "I ju

sp. I panic, thinking I must've let

little

ight in fr

trail over my frame makes it difficult to remember that. "Smooth," he adds

e get so close? "

t ther

this. "The hue is very similar to the embroid

blue eyes. "Complime

elief: shop talk has never failed to

unti

pstick. It occurs to me that he could snap me like a twig if he wanted to. It

d holds the tie against

ally... try it on yourself," I stammer, trying to draw bac

ance, Ms.

e so fast? That's not the kind of speed that goes with that

t of my reverie, the strange

stomers who speak like a phone sex hotline? Rare, but also not unheard of. In my line of work, there's

's ever tied

t my voice crack. I test my bindings: the tie's not loo

against the changing room wall. I take a step back, but that's all

so used to indulging my customers' every whim that I couldn't tell I was being cornered in my own pl

ently

lping you?

ing in the small space. He smells like pine and ozone-the darkening

here," he states, matter-of-factly. "That's w

kles raising. So much for being polite no matter w

into my neck and breathes, long and deep. "Are you really tryin

mell like after such a long, hard day of work? My own perfume's bo

worrying about. What with the huge, half-naked stranger loo

hing you liked

t take a

ut things are made to be touched. Ar

not what

. Touching me. As if I'm made to be... "And that'

eyes me

t you,

l the boyfriends I've ever had; all the strangers I gave a chance

er said those

ve it, the stranger closes the

t like there's no mistaking how badly it's affecting me. Through my thin

t's a short-lived hope. I can see him looking,

you've managed to bring me something to my liking afte

e," I say throug

to mine. One miscalculation, one little twitch, and our lips

wai

wai

't sa

or exactly the ans

iss

e, dragging him the rest of the way down. I use my teeth; I'm not afraid. I wa

I'm appare

fore. It's not particularly nice, to be

it's fucki

d and deep. If there was any doubt left on whether this man

urface, fir

ping out my body, the curves and dips of my breasts, of my hip

etween kisses, "that I ha

an chuckles in tha

back and turns my ne

as I'm getting. But, as if reading my mind, the ma

ree coat hook above my head, pulling twice to ensure it

lp me,

says it-low, possessive, like it's something he's

to be in control. If I'm not on top of every little thin

t used

of all say? I'm not gonna

art. I don't resist: I could ne

side. I have no idea what that word means, but right now, I can't say I care.

, G

estraints, trying to hook my leg around his half-naked hip, because if I don'