Excerpt He closes his eyes for a moment and rasps out, “F***, this isn’t going to work.” His strong hands stop caressing my thighs. He stares at me again, but this time with a glint of anger shining in them. “Jazz. Is that your real name?” I can’t tell if he’s just too turned on or if he’s angry by the way he’s looking at me. “Yes, Michael,” I lie with equal fervor. I never tell a patron my real name. I slide down his body, my knees planted down where my feet once were and I’m … [Read more...]
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