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a woman and another man, yes.”
    “Let me guess. She wanted to have both of you fuck her?”
    “Well, yeah.”
    “So were they couples?”
    “Not always. I have a client who is toying with the idea of me and another escort.”
    Nathalia continues to watch me carefully. “Do you enjoy those kinds of threesomes?”
    Shrugging, I respond, “I’m paid to enjoy whatever it is I do.”
    She laughs. “Oh, Marc. What am I going to do with you?”
    “Whatever you want to do.”
    “I might be pretty kinky, myself. Are you prepared for what I like to do?” She arches a brow at me.
    “I have an idea,” I state.
    “I’m listening,” she says, smiling at me.
    “On our next two meetings, we each get the chance to see what the other person likes to do. Or at least, one of the things. So, do you want the first or second meeting to show me what you like?”
    “I like that idea. You go first. I want to see what Marc likes. Not escort Marc, either.”
    “Okay, and then the next time we see each other, it will be your turn.”
    “Sounds good,” she replies, showing me her perfect smile once again.
    “You have my email address, right? We can communicate that way from now on. It’s better than having to go through the agency.”
    “No phone calls or text messages?” she asks.
    “We aren’t allowed to speak with clients that way.”
    “Oh. You might get crazy people who fall in love with you, huh?”
    “Something like that,” I answer with a grin.
    “Okay, I’ll be sure to get it from you before we go our separate ways for today.”
    The waiter comes by again and brings us the check. I pay for it immediately, and as we’re getting up to leave, Nathalia’s phone begins ringing.
    She shifts some things around in her purse before finding it, and when she answers, we’re already standing outside.
    “Just a second,” she says to me as she brings the phone to her ear.
    I nod and take a few steps away to give her privacy.
    “Hello, Lincoln,” I hear her say before she turns away.
    Lincoln, as in Lincoln Cash from the club? So they are a little closer than I thought. I don’t hear much of the conversation, but I hear her laugh every once in a while. Funny. Lincoln doesn’t seem like the funny type.
    He must have started asking her questions, because she’s only answering with yes and no. After another minute, she hangs up and walks up behind me.
    “Sorry about that.”
    “No worries,” I answer, turning around to face her.
    “So, when will I able to see what non-escort Marc likes to do?” she asks, flirtatiously running her hand across my chest.
    I grin down at her. Her red lips grab my attention, and I can’t help but imagine those lips surrounding my cock. “When are you available?”
    “I’m sure your schedule is more complicated than mine,” she says, her hand moving to my stomach.
    “Maybe. Email me tonight and we’ll figure it out.”
    “Okay,” she replies huskily, her hand still steadily going south.
    “I’m beginning to think you are an exhibitionist,” I say, never taking my eyes off of her. “There are people around, and you seem to have no problem groping me in public.”
    A mischievous smile plays on her lips. “I don’t care if people watch.”
    I lift a brow at her, surprised by her response. “Hmm.”
    “Mmm,” she groans, grazing my cock with her hand.
    My right hand grips her hip and I pull her into me. We stare at each other for several seconds before I lean in and capture her mouth with my own. My other hand grasps the side of her neck, my thumb resting at the hollow of her throat, and I squeeze gently. To my surprise and pleasure, she moans in appreciation of the gesture.
    I deepen our kiss, my tongue plunging deep into her mouth, and she brings both hands to the back of my head, pulling me closer. Sounds of pleasure vibrate in her throat, and I have to remind myself that we are on the street.
    Slowly pulling away, I suck her bottom lip into my mouth before releasing