She kneeled before him, seductive eyes glaring. This was the deal; she dressed up for him, got down on her knees, and… the rest of it was too dirty to do more than think the words.
She was beautiful. She also was not a whore.
She had no shame, though, so perhaps she was well on her way. She would never admit out loud how good she felt dressed like this, how sexy.
He disgusted her, though. Which really spoke about how much she needed what he was offering for this… service.
Until yesterday, she didn’t even know how to lap dance. And now this pervert was making her suck him off. He was just lucky he was such a valuable source, or else she might have to drive a knife through his black heart.