Quickly closing her mouth, she glared up at him. "You had every intention of offering me whatever I asked."
"Maybe, but that's neither here or there. Do you keep your promise?"
Nicole hated the idea of giving him any satisfaction, but she was woman of honor and besides, she'd always wanted to know how it felt. She seen it done enough and heard about it enough to be considered almost an expert at it, but actually doing it would be a whole new experience for her.
He started to take the money out the slot, but she touched the top of his hand.
"Give me a moment."
"I don't have a moment. At five hundred dollars, your time is my time."
She picked up the money and counted it slowly twice, then laid it down on the counter in front of her still staring at it in disbelief.
"Times a wasting, woman."
Straightening her spine and throwing her head back, she impersonated Cleo down to the cold glazed look overshadowing her face as she took the money and shoved it in her pants. "Give me a moment sugar lips," she said sliding from the seat. Going over to Cleo's drawer she found a breath mint she always saw Cleo put in her mouth before going out, and then she grabbed her keys and went out the door. She locked the front door with the electronic lock. If any customers wanted to come in she could use the buzzer to let them in. He stood down there waiting for her and she avoided looking at him.
If you can ace a home course in less time it takes to piss, you can certainly handle this cracker like a rag doll. She took a deep breath and continued Cleo's disposition by switching her hips with a look of assurance to her body. Opening the door to the ladies room, she let him walk by her. She always watched as Cleo went in, but once the door had closed she didn't know what to do.
The first logical thing was to turn on the lights, which he did once he entered. She went over to the toilet and put the seat down. As she faced him, he'd already crossed the distance between them in one long stride, pulling her into his arms and capturing her mouth before she could say anything.
She remembered his taste well and found that she was craving it once again. The hat on his head was knocked to the floor as she ran her fingers through his nape length blonde hair loving the feel of it between her fingers as his mouth possessed her own. They moved like old lovers touching, rubbing, and feeling everywhere wishing the clothes were not present. Forcing herself to take control of the situation, she shoved him away pushing him against the door. One hand continued to hold his head in place while her lips ravaged his mouth, cheek, ears, and lips, while her other hand found his pants and began to unbuckle them. Her skills with opening clothing came in handy that she was able to open his pants and push them down without releasing her mouth from his.