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I'm not sure about this.

I certainly have no idea what so ever why I'm doing this.

I slide my hand down his stomach, not looking at him. I rarely do. It... I just can't. I focus on his cock instead. I'm not gay. I'm not. I... Technically I'm straight. Now. He doesn't know who I am and I'm not going to tell him. This has nothing to do with me, or who we are. It's got everything to do with lust.

I need him.

I want him.

He wants my body. My female body. He gets what he wants, I get what I want, and my employer gets what she wants.

All works out for the best for all of us.

I won't kiss him, for reasons I refuse to contemplate, and I don't want to hear him call my name while we have sex. Those are the only two terms I set for the arrangement.

He is becoming restless. I must have zoned out for a minute. I quickly wrap my hand around his cock. He settles down with a sigh. I move my hand slightly, judging the reaction. His hips comes up to meet my hand. Eager. Been a while?

Must be. He's impatient, I can feel it.

I bend my head over his penis and opens my mouth to take him inside me. He groans. It should be humiliating. But it's not. It makes me feel powerful. I control him. Just now, I'm in charge.

I relax, controlled, and take him as far into my mouth as I can. His reaction - his hands fly up from the bed to rest, tightly, on my shoulders - is very satisfying. I hold the position for a second, then start moving my head slowly, up and down.

He's going to come inside me.

And he does.

I sit up, looking at him, licking my lips. It tastes...odd. Him.

He opens his eyes after a while and move his hands up to my face. I hold myself perfectly still. His hand fall back down. There's a look in his eyes that makes my heart ache. I don't know why. I look away.

When I look back, his eyes are closed.

We seldom talk.

Sometimes he forgets one of the terms and pull me close to him, our lips almost meeting before he remembers. One day he'll forget. I don't know what I'll do then. I hope this will end before it comes to that.

I was hired to get Wisdom to do a job for Ellen Hammer. He refused. Hammer told me to do whatever I had to do to get him to accept. I had no choice. Since the change, not many has asked for me. They give no reason, but I know. I look female and they've forgotten that I am not.

The world can be so liberal it damn well pleases, it's not in the circles I work.

I seduced him. Or propositioned him, really.

I fuck him, he does what Hammer asked him to do.

Everybody's happy.

Only...

I give a mental shake of head and focus on the man infront of me. I'm beginning to get quite good at this. I know what he wants now. What he needs.

I crawl on top of him, bend my head over his chest and licks. Nips. Bites. Kisses. He's surprisingly sensitive. He moans and grabs my hips.

Sometime later, I get dressed and walk out of the hotel room. As I drive home, I remember the look in his eyes. The one that made my heart tighten. I put on some music. I don't want to remember.

I want to forget.


I always wake up alone. I know I will, and I'm not expecting anything else. But... Despite the fact that I know she won't stay, I keep hoping.

Hell, yes, I know how stupid that is.

I know she doesn't care about me at all. That she sleeps with me to get me to work for her employer. I know all that.

Still, every time I wake up alone, my heart aches.

You'd think I was old enough to know better. Hard enough. Cynical enough. And I am. But though my mind might know, my heart doesn't care.

She's so beautiful.

She shields her self with sarcasm and biting comments. Behaves more like a man than a woman. She has to, I suppose, in her line of work.

I see vulnerability in her eyes. I see sorrow. I see her.

The first time we fucked, I could see how frightened she was. She hid it pretty well, but I saw. Her eyes are more expressive than she realises. I half thought about telling her to leave. I did.

But I never said I was a gentleman, and she's beautiful.

She approached me.

She told me not to kiss her. Ever. Like a whore. She told me not to call her name. I don't know why. I've managed not to.

A couple of times I've gotten damn near to kissing her. She's never tried to stop me. Sometimes I think she wants me to.

But I won't. Because I know that then she'd never come back.

And having just her body, just a part of her, is better than having nothing at all.



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