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“What’s your favorite food?” Pete had been hammering me with questions all night. I had easily slipped from our arrangement back in to me, and it felt natural. I was smiling genuinely and laughing despite the fact that I had food in my mouth. I couldn’t help myself, and Pete didn’t seem to mind.

“Um, well…” Why couldn’t I think of my favorite food? I liked food. Food was an easy enough subject. It felt like more with Pete though. I felt like he was asking me something much more important and it was weird, like an interview. Funnily enough it seemed like I was being interviewed for the part of whore though technically I was already his whore. “All time favorite would have to be chicken, cooked with soy sauce, in a rice bowl. Delicious.”

Pete nodded, “That sounds pretty delicious. So, are you a good cook then? Because that was pretty descriptive. I would have just said pizza, mostly because it’s all I can cook.” I chuckled at the serious look on his face.

“I’m sure you aren’t that bad, and yeah. I can cook.” I wasn’t terrible at it anyway. “I learned at a pretty young age.” I had to, because I was always taking care of Patrick.

“Maybe you can give me some tips.” Pete said, and I felt his hand land on my thigh underneath the table. It was a sexy gesture, without being too much.

I liked it.

It made me feel naughty, and that wasn’t a feeling I was used to though I’d damn well better get used to it, since I’d decided to make a career out of it.

“Maybe.” I winked. I actually winked. It was a feat.

Pete sucked his bottom lip in, nibbling at it. Damn. He was dripping sex appeal, and I was seconds away from jumping him. When had I become so sexual? He was hard to resist. This had to be a dream. A really awkward dream that happened to lack morals.

“Favorite dessert?” Pete asked, with a heavily lust filled tone.

I shifted, inching my fingers over Pete’s leg. He breathed in, eyes glued to me. I ran my tongue along my lower lip, giving in to my animalistic urges. It was easier than I would have thought in the past. It was like I’d flipped a ‘be sexy’ switch, and now I was full on prostitute. Pete was my target, and I was damn good at this. Who would have thought? Not me. “Whip cream… tastes good /everywhere./“ My hand reached the bulge in his tight jeans and I gently caressed, watching the way he reacted to me. It was sexier than the action honestly. I could watch him all fucking night.

“But in a nonsexual way? I really like chocolate chip mint ice cream.” I admitted, shooting Pete an innocent smile.

I swear he melted.

I’d never seen a man react to me that way before, and quite honestly it gave me a sense of power that I wasn’t used to.

I took another bite of the steak in front of me to keep myself from saying anything else stupid. Pete just couldn’t seem to let it be though, as he continued on with his questions. “What’s something from your childhood that you miss?”

Everything? “Watching the fireworks.” I admitted. “I loved it.”

Pete smiled fondly. “I still love it.”

I frowned, thinking of Patrick. “My brother has been struggling with drugs and well, loud noises can set him off. They scare him. It hasn’t been the same for a long time.”

Pete stared at me for a few seconds, and I realized I’d said too much. I shouldn’t have opened up about Patrick. That was a mistake, a big one. “I have a friend like that.” He finally commented.

“Is that who you were having a nightmare about the other night? You said some guys name.” Pete commented. “I can’t remember the name though.”

“Yeah.” I blushed. “I didn’t realize I’d spoken of him in my sleep. It’s a … sore subject.” Again, one I never should have opened up about. Stupid me.

Pete nodded. “Drugs can really fuck up relationships. Is he still using?”

“Yeah.”

“I know some really good rehabs.” Pete placed his hand over mine, which was gently resting above his bulge. It was a sensitive move, distracting from a potentially sexual act. Pete continued to surprise me. I didn’t think I’d ever get him. “I could give you a list, and recommend your brother.”

“They are probably really spendy.” And Patrick wouldn’t go. I’d been down that road with him.

“I could cover the cost.” Pete offered.

My eyes widened as a reaction of surprise. “That’s… an odd offer.” It was.

Pete laughed. “Think of it as a parting gift.”

I didn’t say anything, thinking over the offer. It would tie us together, and he would truly know who I was if I took him up on the offer… and Patrick still might not even go. I couldn’t do it. I wouldn’t openly refuse his kindness though, and so I just smiled.

“How do you like the steak?” Pete asked, changing the subject, much to my relief.

Outside it was dark. Hell, when we’d left the hotel it had been dark since I’d slept most of the day away. I tried to make out something, anything in the dark but could see nothing. I tore my gaze from the window and look at Pete, who was all smiles. “It’s delicious.”

“You’re not eating it like it’s delicious.” Pete commented. “You’re barely eating at all actually.”

I blushed. “You’re kind of getting all judgey.”

“Judgey?” Pete grinned.

“Yeah, judgey.” I continued blushing, as I took another deliberately large bite of steak. I nearly choked. Pete gently patted me on the back, while attempting not to laugh too hard at my bitter action which had backfired instantly.

Pete chuckled and moved on to another subject. “Do you want to get some clothes after this? I know a cute clothing shop around the corner that doesn’t close until midnight.”

“What kind of clothing shop?” I didn’t know many that were open that late, so I figured it wasn’t casual wear that we were talking about.

Pete cracked another smile. “So damn clever.” He mumbled. “Lingerie, though there are some jeans and t-shirts there too.”

“Sure.” Why the hell not?





**



(Pete’s POV)



Avery shot me a nervous smile, all of her confidence falling away as soon as we left the restaurant. I couldn’t get a decent read on her, or figure out just what made her nervous. It seemed quite random.

“Are you cold?” She wasn’t wearing a jacket, then again I didn’t really think she had one.

“No, I’m fine.” Avery smiled. “It feels good out here.” But she had goosebumps upon her skin. Why’d she have to lie to me about something so simple? I would gladly give her my jacket.

“Would you prefer to walk or drive? It’s around the block, down the street.” I pointed in the general direction.

“A little walking never hurt anyone.” Avery answered.

“Actually…I was more worried about being robbed, or held at gunpoint, or raped.” I listed all of the things that could go wrong, though I wasn’t really all that worried. I had faith that I could protect us if it came down to it.

Avery cracked another smile, as she fought to keep a straight face. “You really that worried about all those things, that will probably never even happen?”

“They happen all the time love.” I teased.

Avery blushed, which I was starting to find endearing. “Don’t worry. I don’t think anyone will rape you, or rob you, or point a gun at you.”

“I was more worried for you.” I chuckled. “But no worries. I’ll protect you.”

Avery laughed.

I stepped off of the curb. Avery followed, falling as her foot misjudged the distance between the curb and the pavement. I caught Avery by the waist, and her breath caught in her throat. “Clumsy.” I smiled.

Avery covered her surprise with a shy smile. “I am.”

“It’s a good thing I’ve got stellar reflexes.”

“It is.” Avery agreed. “So, you shop at lingerie stores frequently?”

I chuckled at her teasing statement. “Do I sense you getting all judgey?” I threw the adorable word she’d used earlier right back in to her face.

She laughed. “Maybe.”

“Just maybe?”

“Just maybe. I kind of think you might just look cute in a thong.” She joked.

“Oh, I look more than cute.” I stuck my tongue out. “I rock that shit.”

Avery chuckled. “I’m sure you do.”

We reached the store and I rushed ahead of her, holding the door open. Now for her reaction.

Surprisingly she simply showed interest, instead of disgust. There was lingerie, regular clothing, sex toys… you know, all the things you didn’t want to take a girl to see on a first date. This was kind of my first date with Avery, though I was paying for it.

Well second if I counted the coffee, but I didn’t.

I knew the lady that ran the store. She greeted me by name. Avery cracked a smile but said nothing. We weren’t asked for Ids. I never was.

“Something you had in mind?” Avery asked me, as she gazed at a selection of skinny jeans with fashionable tears in them.

“Actually, yeah.” I gazed around the familiar store. “But why don’t you grab a few outfits first? I’ll grab a few things that I’d like you to try on… if that’s cool.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s way cool, but I’m assuming you’re asking if I’m that cool? I can try to be.” Avery teased. “I just need to find a few shirts.” She grabbed a few pairs of jeans easily. One pair was light blue, with rips in the knees. The other pair was dark blue, with no rips.

I found myself looking at corsets and garter belts. The ultimate turn on. Avery was surprisingly fast, and spoke from behind me. “If I try on something for you, will you try on something for me?”

“Er, sure.” I couldn’t think of a reason to object, but I was seriously hoping she didn’t pick out a thong for me.

Instead Avery directed me towards black suits. “Pick out your size.” She commanded, smiling kindly. She was the right kind of girl, but this was the wrong kind of job for her.

That had been immediately clear.

I looked through the racks, picking out my regular size and a larger ‘just in case’ size. “I’m going to try these on.” Avery informed me, disappearing from my side.

I moved on to the lingerie once again, picking out what I wanted Avery to try on.

The dressing rooms were very private, and I locked the door leading to them behind me. It was to be expected, really, and we were the only customers at the moment.

Avery was in one of the stalls. “Did you want to see these?” She innocently asked, as she heard me approach.

“Of course.” I replied, waiting. I set the lingerie I’d picked out for her on the bench, while keeping the clothing I needed to try on at her request.

The door opened and she walked out, wearing the tight light blue jeans. Her pale legs showed through at the knees where the tears were. She was wearing a black lacy top that accentuated all of the right parts of her body. “Damn.” I commented.

She grinned. “I think I look good.” She teased. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re right about looking good.” I answered. “That outfit is a keeper.”

“Nah.” She chuckled. “I just wanted to try on a few things.”

“I want you to get them.” I pressed.

“Well, I… I don’t have any money, so that’s not going to happen.” She informed me.

I frowned. “I just gave you-” But I stopped myself, as I saw her frown deepen. “This trip is on me anyway.”

“No way Pete. You’re already too generous.”

“This is for me. Believe me.” I gestured to her. “You look so fuck-able right now. It’s definitely for me.”

She blushed once again. “Um, okay… thank you.” She gazed down at the lingerie. “This is what you want me to try on?” It was just one outfit but it was an outfit that dominated most of my fantasies.

“Yes.” I replied.

She pointed to the dressing room. “We will come out at the same time, okay?”

I nodded in agreement and we both went to separate stalls.

The suit fit snugly, and I was quickly heading back out. “I’m done-” I started, stopping in place. She was already waiting outside of the stall for me.

Damn.

She was wearing the black lacy corset I’d picked out for her, with black stockings and a garter belt keeping them up. The black thong pressed between her creamy pale skin. She was also wearing the elbow high black gloves I’d picked out.

She looked nothing short of perfect.

“You look…” She trailed off, but I could clearly see the lust in her eyes. I was sure it was reflected in my eyes as well. “… yummy.” She finished, and her face darkened more than it had all night which was a pretty impressive feat.

“Fuck Avery. I have to admit…” I stepped closer to her, trailing my finger down the crack in between her full luscious breasts. “I really, really want to fuck you right now.”

“You do?” I could tell she was afraid.

“You’re never fucked in a semi public place before, have you?”

Avery shook her head, her eyes widening slightly.

She wouldn’t say no though, and I knew that.

I was taking advantage of her but I couldn’t stop myself.

As I captured Avery’s mouth with mine she innocently ran her fingers through my hair. I roughly backed her against a wall, wanting to taste and touch every single part of her body.

She was uncomfortable though, and so I would make this quick. We had five more days back at the hotel. I had no reason to push my luck here.

I pushed the bra down so that one of her nipples was showing. She had such pretty little pink nipples. So soft to the touch, instantly hardening. I heard her gasp, and all of my muscles tightened in anticipation.

For now she was mine.