When it all unraveled and revealed her next destination she raised a brow. There was a distinctly long pause before she said, “I thought you said you weren’t leading me to a brothel. You a callboy, Red?” Not that would bother her. Really. “'Acking your side job between banging wet holes for a livin’?”
She hadn’t finished her last fag; it made her want to light up another as she moved to leave the store. She made sure to shut her eyes before she got to the glass exit, before they slid open. Honestly, if she were as badass as some people imagined Robin Goodfellow to be, she would have just kept the damned thing lit while she found the collars. But she didn’t like unwanted attention. Wanted attention was fine, so long as she understood the game she was playing—so long as it wasn’t so close to the edge that she actually fell over.
No need to hang herself with something as simple as an alarm going off for smoking indoors. She did not want to be interrupted right now. At all.
Her eyes opened once she was out and away from the doors. It was then she lit up another smoke, exhaling a stream of it through her nose in a fashion that wasn’t at all unlike a dragon. The smile that came along with the action had everything to do with his response to her nickname suggestions. James Bond? He really did enjoy the classics, didn’t he? “Is car an’ analogy for your pecker, clit-tease?” There was laughter in her voice, as much as there was all of the time. Though, for him it was more prevalent. “I’d fancy a ride. Does it have all the features? Or do I have to work extra ‘ard for those?”
Laughter was always genuine with her, true story. She liked her days that way; her nights, too. But there was something genuine about the words he put on her screen, about the words that fell out of his mouth like a piñata that had taken a too-hard hit. Everything he said tasted like candy she couldn’t get enough of.
When he shot off a fuck she was grinning: he saw the list. There was no way that reaction wasn’t for the list. Still, she didn’t dig it in. There were other ways she could dig in, after all. “If you think this is phone sex, Red, you’ve never ‘ad phone sex. If I were to ‘ave phone sex with you, I’d tell you ‘ow I plan to roll my tongue over every inch of your chest until I reach your cock. I’d tell you far I’d take it into my mouth, using my teeth to graze your stiff rod on the way up just enough to make you gasp—to make you dig your nails into my scalp and ask for more. Then I’d tell you how I’d wind my tongue around the head, sucking you like my favorite lollipop before taking you down so deep your pecker would 'it the back of my throat—that you’d cry my name like some bloody mantra.”
She placed the cigarette between her lips, inhaling once more. When she exhaled again he made the comment about collars. It made her blink for a moment. “Didn’t take you for a dog, Code Slinger. I’d rather ‘ave you off the leash anyway.” A pause. “More fun that way.”
“’Mmmm...” she hummed about his tickle comment. “Your code makes me warm, Red. Sometime the little sparks tickle though.” A smile—not cocky though; real. “Gonna give me fireworks next? Or is that for the end of the treasure ‘unt?
She hadn’t finished her last fag; it made her want to light up another as she moved to leave the store. She made sure to shut her eyes before she got to the glass exit, before they slid open. Honestly, if she were as badass as some people imagined Robin Goodfellow to be, she would have just kept the damned thing lit while she found the collars. But she didn’t like unwanted attention. Wanted attention was fine, so long as she understood the game she was playing—so long as it wasn’t so close to the edge that she actually fell over.
No need to hang herself with something as simple as an alarm going off for smoking indoors. She did not want to be interrupted right now. At all.
Her eyes opened once she was out and away from the doors. It was then she lit up another smoke, exhaling a stream of it through her nose in a fashion that wasn’t at all unlike a dragon. The smile that came along with the action had everything to do with his response to her nickname suggestions. James Bond? He really did enjoy the classics, didn’t he? “Is car an’ analogy for your pecker, clit-tease?” There was laughter in her voice, as much as there was all of the time. Though, for him it was more prevalent. “I’d fancy a ride. Does it have all the features? Or do I have to work extra ‘ard for those?”
Laughter was always genuine with her, true story. She liked her days that way; her nights, too. But there was something genuine about the words he put on her screen, about the words that fell out of his mouth like a piñata that had taken a too-hard hit. Everything he said tasted like candy she couldn’t get enough of.
When he shot off a fuck she was grinning: he saw the list. There was no way that reaction wasn’t for the list. Still, she didn’t dig it in. There were other ways she could dig in, after all. “If you think this is phone sex, Red, you’ve never ‘ad phone sex. If I were to ‘ave phone sex with you, I’d tell you ‘ow I plan to roll my tongue over every inch of your chest until I reach your cock. I’d tell you far I’d take it into my mouth, using my teeth to graze your stiff rod on the way up just enough to make you gasp—to make you dig your nails into my scalp and ask for more. Then I’d tell you how I’d wind my tongue around the head, sucking you like my favorite lollipop before taking you down so deep your pecker would 'it the back of my throat—that you’d cry my name like some bloody mantra.”
She placed the cigarette between her lips, inhaling once more. When she exhaled again he made the comment about collars. It made her blink for a moment. “Didn’t take you for a dog, Code Slinger. I’d rather ‘ave you off the leash anyway.” A pause. “More fun that way.”
“’Mmmm...” she hummed about his tickle comment. “Your code makes me warm, Red. Sometime the little sparks tickle though.” A smile—not cocky though; real. “Gonna give me fireworks next? Or is that for the end of the treasure ‘unt?
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