Chapter 2 #2
“I guess so, but Sweet Lies is pretty high-class, so I’m not too worried. Plus, you already heard the host call me “doctor,” so you could look me up on the internet easily. There aren’t that many Richard Kincaid’s who work as physicians in this city.”
Jenna giggles.
“Okay, I guess I feel pretty safe too. I’m Jenna London,” she says. “It’s not an alias. But don’t stalk me!” she immediately adds with a playful air. “Not that there’s that much to find.”
I signal to a bartender.
“I’m sure there’s a lot to know about you, sweetheart, but first, let’s get you a drink. What would you like?”
She purses her lips together for a moment, and I can’t help but notice how plush and glossy they are. Then she smiles and says, “How about a Shirley Temple?”
I’m careful to keep my expression neutral.
“Sweetheart, isn’t that a mocktail? Like zero proof, and guaranteed not to give you a buzz?”
She giggles slightly.
“Yeah, but it’s because I didn’t want to embarrass myself, or you, if my fake ID got rejected, because I’m not quite twenty-one yet.
I’m twenty, so I still use a fake ID sometimes, but it’s not one of the good ones that costs three hundred bucks.
It’s just fifty bucks made by a girl who lives down the hall from me.
The bar could definitely turn me away, seeing that this is a high class joint,” she confides with a lopsided smile.
I swallow hard because fuuuuuck... Jenna’s only twenty.
Goddamn, she’s young, and I fucking love it.
The young ones are always so innocent, with bodies that are flexible and pussies that stretch.
Not to mention the taut button of their assholes .
.. don’t even get me started on my hunger for anal sex.
But there’s no need to come off like a horny fucker two minutes into our date, so I merely smile and nod.
“Sure. A Shirley Temple for the lady,” I growl to the bartender before turning back to Jenna. “So you mentioned there’s a girl who lives down the hall from you, which means you’re in the dorms? Or an apartment?”
Jenna nods, her cheeks flushing.
“Dorms, and yes, I’m at Evergreen State. I’m a junior.”
I nod, taking a sip of my whiskey.
“Very nice. My daughter’s at Evergreen too.”
Jenna cocks her head at me curiously.
“Do I know her? But wait, do we want to go there? I mean, there are a lot of Kincaids, but maybe we shouldn’t figure out if I’m friends with your daughter because it would be awkward. Maybe? Seeing that we met on-line and all.”
I shrug.
“I’m not exactly trying to hide my life, sweetheart.
I’m a forty-five-year-old asshole, and frankly, I don’t give a fuck what other people think about me.
Plus, who cares if we met on a dating website?
Lots of people do these days,” I add with a charming grin.
“So yes, my daughter’s name is Emma Kincaid, and she’s a junior at Evergreen.
She’s pre-med, and likes the usual stuff that girls her age like – Taylor Swift, Coachella, festivals, and that kind of shit. ”
Jenna’s eyes go round as the bartender slides her drink before her.
It’s a ridiculous girlie sunset pink color, with a maraschino cherry bobbing on top.
Unthinking, Jenna picks up the cherry using the stick going through it, and delicately slides the fruit into her mouth.
Her movement is innocently sensual, and I watch as her pink tongue flickers out.
Fuck, how would it feel to have that tongue sliding along the veins of my dick?
Lapping at my balls? Oh shit shit shit. All noise fades away as I stare at her mouth, lust rising in my groin.
Suddenly, I realize I’ve blanked out and land back on Earth with a thud.
“Hello, Dr. Kincaid, anyone home?” Jenna sings while waving a hand in front of my face. “Did you hear what I said?”
I blink once, hard. Fuck, my cock’s stiff and rigid already, and I want nothing more than to bend this girl over her seat before lifting that skirt and driving deep into her squelching pussy.
But I make myself focus and try to calm my racing pulse while forcing myself visualize old crones and the arid desert.
Fuck! It’s only been a few minutes and I’m already losing it.
“Uh, sorry,” I murmur with a wry smile. “Just got caught up in... I don’t know. It’s been a long day at the hospital.”
Jenna giggles, her laugh a sweet tinkle in the air.
“No, it’s okay. I totally get it because all the physicians I know work sixty or even seventy hours a week.
I was just saying that I think I do know your daughter.
Emma Kincaid, right? I mean, we don’t know each other super-well, but we have friends in common and we’ve gone out with the same bunch of girls before. Does she live in Lloyd?”
I smile, flashing even white teeth.
“Yeah, I think that’s her dorm. Goddamn. What a small world.”
Jenna shakes her head, blonde curls tumbling.
“What a small world indeed,” she marvels. “Well, this definitely puts things in a new light. It feels like a real date, seeing that we actually know the same people in our regular lives. Wow.”
I chuckle, my blue eyes flashing with amusement.
“Who said this isn’t real? I consider my Sweet Lies arrangements to be absolutely one hundred percent the real thing.
I get to enjoy the company of a lovely young woman, and she gets a little something as a token of my thanks at the end of the night.
It’s not that different from meeting in a coffee shop or a bar. ”
Jenna thinks for a moment, biting her bottom lip, and it drives me to distraction as my cock stiffens again. Goddamn, she’s so luscious and I’m going to lose it if I don’t watch myself. But the young woman merely nods once more, and smiles.
“You’re right. What’s the difference? Who knows, maybe we’re all living in fantasy land and tonight’s the only real thing that’s happening.”
I lean forwards, unable to resist.
“Well, let me ask you something, Jenna. Would you like to make things even more real than they are now? I know you indicated “platonic-only” on your profile, and that we were just going to have drinks and dessert. But would you like to see my room upstairs? It’s got a gorgeous view, and I’m more than happy to continue our conversation in the privacy of my suite. ”
Jenna’s blue eyes flare, her big breasts heaving up and down.
Oh fuck, what if she says no? What if she rejects me, and then reports me to Sweet Lies?
The truth is that it wouldn’t matter because I’ve done this before.
I’ve fucked dozens of girls through the site, “platonic” or not, and Sweet Lies doesn’t give a shit.
Sure, they might make a fuss at first, but it ultimately dies down because they want to get paid.
And guess who’s forking over the cash? Exactly – me .
It’s ultimately a business decision for them.
But as expected, Jenna smiles slowly, licking her pink lips.
“I think I’d enjoy that, Dr. Kincaid,” she murmurs softly. “Let’s go.”
Then, I stand as the curvy girl takes my arm, and we walk through the bar to the elevator just outside.
The marble floor is slippery, and Jenna slips slightly, momentarily pressing her big breasts against my arm.
The softness of her flesh drives me insane, and suddenly, I realize that I’m not in control . .. she is.