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“No, I wasn’t kidding. Why? Are you hoping for more?”
“I mean…” I pause and stare at him. Twenty-five thousand dollars is more money than I’ve ever made in a month in my life. That will set me up for months. I can really and truly figure out what I want to do next. “I mean, whatever you think I’m worth,” I say, gazing at him and shrugging. “You are a billionaire, after all.”
He laughs lightly. “Okay, thirty grand a month, but no more. That should keep you going until you find a real job and—”
“So you admit I do need to find a real job?”
“I mean, unless you find a sugar daddy.”
“Yeah, maybe I’ll find a sugar daddy,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“Well, you’ve tried before, haven’t you?” he points out, and I just stare at him, shaking my head. I have no idea what he’s talking about. “So, am I going to get that massage?” He starts pulling down his pants, and I gasp as he takes his boxers off as well. He’s standing there naked in front of me. My mouth goes dry. I can’t help but look at his cock. He’s hard, and it’s standing at attention, and I very much want to touch it, even though I don’t really want him to know that I want to touch it. He takes another step closer to me. “So what’s it to be, then?”
“What does that mean?” I ask, gazing at him. He looks like he wants to laugh. “I’m not giving you a blow job, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“No, do we call your mom, or do I get my massage?”
“If I massage you, that’s it. Doesn’t mean I’m going down on you.”
“That’s not what I’m asking. Though, if you’re offering,” he looks down at his cock and then looks at my lips, “I wouldn’t say no.”
“I will give you a massage, but only because I want to make thirty grand. And after Christmas, once we’ve come back from my parents’ house, this whole thing is done.”
“Of course,” he says, smiling. “If that’s what you want. I mean, that was your plan after all, right?”
I just stare at him for a few seconds. I can’t tell if he’s being serious or not. Does he really think that I did this on purpose? Is his ego that big? A part of me wants to tell him off and leave, but I know I would be disappointing my parents. And thirty grand is a lot of money, and I need a lot of money. “Where do you want the massage?” I ask, changing the subject.
“Let’s just go to the bedroom,” he says. “Then, if you want to do anything else, it will be easier.”
“What do you mean if I want to do anything else? Do you think this is some seedy massage parlor and I’m going to be one of those masseuses that’s going to rub you and tug…” I pause. I don’t even know what happens in those places.
“You sure about that?” he asks, and I roll my eyes as he walks toward his bedroom. I stare at his ass, and my eyes widen as I realize he has a tan line. His ass cheeks are super white, even though the rest of his body is a dark, golden tan. I giggle slightly as I notice.
“What’s so funny?” he asks, glancing back at me.
“You don’t want to know,” I say, looking him up and down.
“Enjoying the view?”
I am enjoying the view, but I’m not going to tell him that. “I don’t think so,” I say as we walk into his bedroom. “Now get on the bed, close your eyes, and be quiet.”
He smirks as he gets onto the bed, and I just stare at him for a couple of seconds. I am not sure exactly how I am going to massage him. This is slightly awkward. “Do you not want to put a towel down first or something?” I ask as he looks over at me. I thank God he’s lying on his stomach and his back is toward me. Because if he was lying on his back and all I could see was his cock, I knew I would be in trouble. Even if I don’t want to touch him and play with him, I have a feeling my fingers do, and I have a feeling other parts of my body do as well, if the tingling between my legs means anything.
“Why would I want to put a towel down?”
“I don’t know. Because I was going to use baby oil to massage you.”
“Really? You want me all slippery, huh?”
“No, I don’t want you in any way. In fact, I’d rather go home and watch TV, but…” I shrug. “Do you have any baby oil?”
“You can look in the bathroom,” he says. “Bring a towel out as well and feel free to take your clothes off if you want.”
“You wish.” I head into his bathroom and look around. Of course, it’s huge and marble and the place of many women’s fantasies with its large claw-foot tub that one could soak in for hours and hours. There is a walk-in shower that also makes my knees weak when I see the sit-in bench. “Wow,” I mumble under my breath. Must be nice to be so rich. I open some drawers and finally happen upon some Johnson’s baby oil. I don’t want to know why he has it. Actually, I can most probably figure out why he has it, but I don’t want to think about that. I head back into the bedroom, and he looks at me.
“Found it?”
“Yes, I did.” I squeeze some into my hands and rub his shoulders, massaging him as hard as I can. He groans as my fingers run up and down his back.
