The Bargain

[AikoCrane]

She listened to him through her anger and realized he was right. Molly was like that. She always bagged on people who "sold out" or "moved on" like they were doing something wrong. If Ana was honest with herself she wondered if Molly would even be her friend if she got better jobs. Even telling her about her sexy new manager might cause the girl to judge her.

"How did you now that about Molly? How do you even know Molly?"

However he knew it, he was right. She nodded, "Okay, I am totally committed."

She nodded again, "I sing some, nothing special, but I have written some songs. I can play them for you if you'd like. I don't know if they are good enough to interest you." She had the idea that he was a connoisseur of talent. It made her nervous to share anything with him. On the other hand she felt so exposed already by him, what was the point of holding anything more back?

 

[a_libertine]

Petrus smirked. "Bob Dylan, Tom Petty, and Willie Nelson all prove that you don't have to have a good voice. It needs to be distinctive, and the music well written and produced."

His eyes traveled over her again before he said, "And in modern music, being sexy helps even more than anything else."

He walked over to the bed and sat next to her, whispering, "And you have sexy down." As Petrus leaned over and kissed Ana, his hands pulled her up into his lap, trapping his cock between their stomachs.

"Go ahead, touch it, rub it, play with it. You are going to experience things with me, and sometimes through this that you never thought possible."

 

[AikoCrane]

Ana blushed, "I have never really felt sexy."

She reached for his cock, exploring it with an almost scientific curiosity, feeling the texture, the solidness of it. The skin was velvet smooth as she ran her hands over it. She wanted more, it reminded her of when you touch a fir coat and find yourself rubbing against it.

She had never taken the time to really investigate a man like this. She looked at him shyly, hoping he didn't mind her exploration.

 

[a_libertine]

Patrus whispered hoarsely, "You are going to by the end of next week. I am going to put you through your paces."

The feel of her hands on his cock was an interesting mix of academic exploration and the light touch of an inexperienced person. It was light and feathery, followed by a hard grip as she manipulated it up down, left right.

His hands began to raom her body lightly, cupping her breasts, and twisting the nipples lightly. "Are you hungry," he asked.