Consulting King

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“Yes,” John said bluntly “Trust me.”

Half dressed in a towel around his hips and a slightly bloodied bandage on his arm, Lise opened the door to greet the man he hired from the agency. Glancing him over in less than a second, the corners of his lips quirked up and the door swung wider. “Hello, come on in.”

In a few swift steps, he shed off his own towel onto the back of a chair and got down on a knee to brush his cheek over that bulge, fingers hooking around that waistband to help tug them down. As lovely as those leather trousers were to his eyes, they were always a little hard to remove and he could not help being rough as he did so. Lise made it up right away however, with lowered lashes and open lips to hungrily kiss and lick at his prize.

But remember he does, and the combination of sweet heat on his cock and fruity sugars on his tongue is an ecstasy all of it’s own, a private pleasure that Jim delights in. His eyes open, looking down at the man who has provided both aspects of that, and gives him a smile with juice dripping down his lips.

“Yes,” John said bluntly “Trust me.”

“Yes,” John said bluntly “Trust me.”

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Half dressed in a towel around his hips and a slightly bloodied bandage on his arm, Lise opened the door to greet the man he hired from the agency. Glancing him over in less than a second, the corners of his lips quirked up and the door swung wider. “Hello, come on in.”

Half dressed in a towel around his hips and a slightly bloodied bandage on his arm, Lise opened the door to greet the man he hired from the agency. Glancing him over in less than a second, the corners of his lips quirked up and the door swung wider. “Hello, come on in.”

With a deep breath, his grey eyes returned and cast a wave of appreciation over the other this time. “I’m more the traditional kind, if you don’t mind Sweet?” Already walking over to Jim, he placed his hands to either side of those hips and dipped his head down just so he can lick up that tempting trail from that throat. The payment was already half deposited so he assumed things could start any time. After all, Jim was the one looking deliciously teasing over here.

He moves his hand away to let Lise in, tilts his head to let Lise catch the sticky juice up from his skin, smiling as he does so. With unoccupied hand, her runs his fingers along Lise’s arm, over the muscle in his shoulder, softly dancing over the skin with almost childlike tenderness. “I’ll try to live up to that name, then.”

“It could be worse. I could be strapping a bomb to you.”

“… Now what in the world gave you that idea?”

Half dressed in a towel around his hips and a slightly bloodied bandage on his arm, Lise opened the door to greet the man he hired from the agency. Glancing him over in less than a second, the corners of his lips quirked up and the door swung wider. “Hello, come on in.”

“Help yourself if you like.” He said, moving to grab another towel by the window to dry up whatever was left dripping off his body. The room was small but clean, with a single bed for one and a bathtub attached bathroom. It had wifi, a small TV, a safe and a built-in closet aside from the counter table and mirror. Overall it was meant for travelling businessmen though in this case, military personnel. It sure was still kept in prime condition like a well-trained soldier would.

“My name’s Jim, but you’re allowed to get creative. I don’t mind.” Jim casts his eyes around the room, and settles for leaning back against the counter, watching Vuhs with dark brown eyes, a burning twinkle in them when he licks his lips. He bites into the pear, and juice starts tickling down his chin, faint and gleaming against his skin.

Half dressed in a towel around his hips and a slightly bloodied bandage on his arm, Lise opened the door to greet the man he hired from the agency. Glancing him over in less than a second, the corners of his lips quirked up and the door swung wider. “Hello, come on in.”

He’s not at all ready for an extraordinarily fit man to open the door, one with bared chest and water still dripping down his skin, looking for all the world like he’s the one being paid to be there, and not Jim. The hooker holds back his appreciation for the sight (he hopes) from showing on his face, but he certainly feels it. “Hello. You got a name, tonight?”

“It could be worse. I could be strapping a bomb to you.”

“What a great loss that would be.”

“Don’t lie to yourself, Johnny boy. You liiike me.”

I MISSED YOU DARLING

How are you?

Im pretty stressed right now, kind of going through a housing crisis. Again. :( 

And yes! I’d love to continue it! Though I’ve the link..... Oops

“It could be worse. I could be strapping a bomb to you.”

“Oh, no, I don’t have the money for that. Though I might gag you…”

“Oh, darling, then you wouldn’t be able to hear my witty comments.”