It’s time for her to suffer.
“Where do you live?”
“Why?”
“I’ll take you home.”
“That won’t be necessary. A taxi will do.”
“I insist.”
“No.”
“The only way you’re getting home tonight is if it I take you there.”
“Baby, let her call for a taxi so we can have some fun,” Brunette says, gripping my thigh.
I push her hand away. “I told you to shut up.” I glance at Cin. “Address.”
I click on the child safety locks when she reaches for the door handle.
“This is kidnapping.”
“I’m just being a good citizen.”
“I’d rather sit here all night than give you my address.”
I see the fire in her hasn’t been extinguished, but she won’t win this round of the Art and Cin game show. I grab my cell phone, scroll through the contacts, then click on Logan’s name. He answers after the first ring. I pay him top dollar to do my biddings at the drop of a dime.
“What can I do for you?”
“I need an address for a Cinnamon Belo. You have fifteen minutes.”
“You got it.”
“You’re invading my privacy,” she snaps.
“Amazing what money can buy, isn’t it?”
I receive a text with her address in less than ten minutes.
“Good, you live close.” I start the engine and leave the ramp.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask Brunette.
“What do you mean?”
“Finish sucking my dick.”
“What?”
“I don’t repeat myself, ever.”
After a few seconds of indecision, she gives in. The bimbo doesn’t want to upset her potential meal ticket. She pulls my thick length out and starts going to town like a good little whore.
“Let me out of this car right now!” Cin yells.
I overexaggerate my groans to piss her off further. “Just like that, baby. Suck the skin off my dick.”
