Chapter 14 #2
Finally, she raises her head and meets my gaze head on.
She’s trying not to smile, but it’s not quite working, and I see a hint of a dimple in her left cheek.
I’m surprised I haven’t noticed it until now.
Then again, when I think about it, I’m not sure she’s smiled around me before.
She’s usually pissed off or turned on, neither of which elicits a dimpled kind of smile.
A shame, really, because I’m betting it’s pretty fucking great.
“It’s not a pick-up line, you Neanderthal. It’s my thesis.”
I shove my mouth full of chicken and vegetables and consider whether to get into the personal details stuff. On one hand, it’s better if we keep everything superficial. No chance of this turning into something neither of us wants if we make everything about the sex.
But on the other hand, the woman intrigues me. I probably have a hundred questions I want to ask her, stretching from the lame “what’s your favorite color?” to more interesting topics like “who was your first kiss?”
Jane clears her throat and turns her attention back to her food. The silence is too long, and now I look like an ass. For fuck’s sake, I’m being ridiculous. Getting to know her doesn’t mean she’ll expect a ring on her finger.
“What’s your thesis about?” Her eyes meet mine again.
This time, there’s a combination of eagerness and hesitancy swirling in those brilliant pools of chocolate, and I realize I don’t like the hesitant part one bit.
She shouldn’t feel like she can’t talk to me.
“You can’t tease me by saying your horrible pick-up line is the subject of your thesis and not explain.
Come on,” I encourage her, “I’m genuinely curious. ”
“Okay,” she says, stabbing her chopsticks into her container and then setting it on the coffee table.
“It’s titled ‘American Objectification of Women’ and explores the stigma that a woman’s worth is based on her sexuality or her status as a sex symbol.
Also, how we’re automatically portrayed in sexual roles that could just as easily be for men, and not portrayed in roles that could just as easily be for women. ”
“You’ll have to dumb things down for me, sweetness. Not everyone in the room is as smart as you.”
“All right. Take your profession, for example.”
“Construction?”
“That wasn’t the one I meant, but my point will actually work for both of them.
” Jane leans forward, her elbows resting on the tops of her thighs.
She’s getting excited discussing the subject, and it’s cool to watch her become more animated.
Makes me want to ask more questions, even if I don’t necessarily understand the answers.
“When someone mentions the word ‘stripper,’ nine times out of ten they’re going to picture a woman.
Just like if they hear ‘construction worker,’ they’re most likely to picture a man.
“Go to Google Images and type ‘stripper’ or even ‘exotic dancer’ into the search field. Ninety-eight percent of the pictures that come up are women. Now, type in ‘doctor’ or ‘lawyer,’ and the images are predominantly men, proving that our perception of women in society hasn’t changed as much as we’d like to think. ”
“Those are points well made, Jane,” I say honestly. “So, how much longer before you’re done with it?”
“Well, let’s see, I’ve been working on it for about two years, and at the rate I’ve been going lately…
” She squints up at the ceiling and moves her lips as she mentally calculates.
I take a swig of my Corona—she’d bought a sixer to have on hand after I’d mentioned in passing that it’s my favorite beer—and wait for the verdict.
Jane finally levels a serious look in my direction.
“I figure I’ll be done with it sometime in 2035, give or take. ”
I almost spray instead of swallow, nearly giving her a beer shower in the process. “I’m not sure whether I’m more stunned by the insane time frame, or the fact you made a joke.”
“Hey, I make jokes all the time.” She sits up straight, throws her shoulders back, and hitches a perfectly arched eyebrow at me. “I’m actually very funny once you get to know me.”
I lean back into the couch then lewdly grab my junk and say, “I think I’ve gotten to know you pretty intimately.
” I can’t help the chuckle that escapes when her cheeks flush pink, and she balls up her napkin and tosses it at my head.
“You opened yourself up for that one, sweetness. Okay, so why won’t you finish your thesis until you’re eighty? ”
“Forty-five.”
“Whatever.”
“Because I’m missing an element to tie it all together, and I can’t figure out what it is. I’m stuck.”
“Too bad the Playboys 4 Hire are all dudes.” I finish off the rest of my beer and set the bottle on the table. “You could have interviewed our employees about what it’s like to be objectified for a living.”
“That’s sweet of you to offer, but I’ve already interviewed girls from the Admiral, so I’ve got that base cov—” Jane’s eyes open wide and she slaps the back of the couch, almost startling me. “Wait a minute, that’s it.”
“What’s it?”
“Chance, are you serious about that? Because I just realized what could tie everything together. I can do an opposite case study with men who are objectified every bit as much as women, even though society doesn’t automatically view them as such.”
Damn, she looks fucking cute when she gets excited about her psych shit. I’d be a total asshole to not help her out. The trick would be getting our guys on board.
Playboys 4 Hire is made up of men who are either college students, or have daytime careers.
They do it for the money, the pussy, or the rush of dancing and being treated like sex toys, but no matter what their reason, they all had one thing in common: none of them want others to know they’re doing it, so we do what we can to make sure their secret is safe.
“As long as you can promise anonymity to those who want it, I don’t see why it’d be a problem.” The guys might be reluctant, but I’m sure I can talk them into it.
Jane lights up, and she lets out a little squeal as she hops into my lap, straddling me. “Oh my God, Chance, thank you so much!”
Grabbing my face, she kisses me smack on the lips then pulls away, giving me the most radiant smile I’ve ever seen, and yep, there it is—a dimple drilled into her cheek. I was right; her full smile is pretty fucking great, and it definitely tips the scale toward her innocent side.
Too bad the way her pussy is molding to my cock through the sheer purple panties she’d put on is making me want to tip that scale in the other direction. I slip my hands under her robe, palm her ass cheeks, and squeeze. “I’m afraid there’s a price to pay for my help, though.”
Instantly, her pupils swallow the brown of her eyes, and her breathing grows shallow. I fucking love the effect I have on her. I don’t even have to touch her. My words and tone alone get her wet. She’s perfect.
Slipping into her role, she responds, her voice smoky with the carnal lust that already has her dripping cunt making a damp spot on my underwear. “I really want to finish my thesis. Please, I’ll do anything you ask.”
I raise a dubious brow. “Anything?”
“Yes, sir,” she says, lifting up to stroke my hardening cock with her slender fingers. “Anything.”
“I think we might be able to work something out.”
Unable to stall any longer, I pull her in by the back of her neck and take her mouth as surely as I plan on taking the rest of her at least once more before the night is over.