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back to
her throat. He wasn’t particularly large, so taking all of him was doable, if
she could suppress her gag reflex.
    She knew from hard experience that
making her gag and cough only turned him on more, so she’d learned to just deal
with it and get it done as swiftly as possible.
    “Fuck. Watch the teeth!” He shook
her by the head, like someone shaking a puppy by the scruff of the neck. She
squealed around his cock. It felt as if he might rip her hair clean from her
scalp.
    Quickly, Ashley.
    She’d learned the hard way what he
liked, so she did it, her vision blurring with tears, eager to put an end to
it. Sometimes he’d be more gentle after coming. Sometimes.
    After a few minutes of bobbing her
head, her lips almost numb, he pulled out. He held her by the hair even
tighter, and she craned her head back to try to alleviate the pain. She closed
her eyes knowing what was coming. Terry seemed to think all women liked
receiving the “money shot,” liked the slimy gouts of semen splashed across
their faces.
    “Whore,” Terry grunted as the last
of his seed dribbled out, his cock already deflating. He stood there and looked
at her a moment, eyes gleeful. Not a hint of warmth or compassion. She knew he
enjoyed her degradation. Under the right circumstances, in her fantasies, she
thought she might enjoy it too. But not the way he was with her. It had
a hard edge to it that disturbed her, objectification over adoration.
    Her phone buzzed, snapping her back
to the present.
    Thank you, God.
    She wiped the tear from her cheek,
and snatched up her phone. She didn’t even care who it was. Anything seemed
better compared to what she’d gone through with Terry.
    She vaguely recognized the number
as if she’d seen it recently.
    “Ashley Dietrich, how can I help
you?”
    “Hi.”
    “Parker?” She felt the butterflies
in her stomach. Christ, she barely knew the guy, but just hearing his voice
flustered her.
    “Yes, glad I found you.”
    “How did you find my number?”
    “I looked at my phone. You called
me first, remember?”
    “Oh, right,” she said, clapping a
hand over her eyes.
    She got up and walked over to the
lone window, the room flooding with light as she pulled the curtains back. “Did
you find a buyer or something?”
    “No. The place is yours to rent, if
you still want it.”
    “Good. I don’t think I’d do too
well with more shitty news this morning.”
    “Oh? What happened, if you don’t
mind me asking.”
    “Uh nothing, really. Just lost a
sale to the competition.”
    Not only had Mr. Doctor and Trophy
Wife not called her back, they’d actually complained to the regional office
about her. They’d said she was making inflated claims about the property. She
could only assume it was the Hollywood couple thing, which was completely
unfair. It was true! But in real estate perception was reality, and the
perception of her … hadn’t been good, apparently.
    It was a great way to start a new
job.
    “Are you still coming by tonight?”
    Why didn’t he ask her what she did?
Wasn’t that one of the first things you were asked by a guy?
    This isn’t a date, Ashley.
    “I think so.” She squinted against
the sunshine pouring through the window. “Will be moving stuff over today
anyway.”
    “You shouldn’t be doing that
yourself,” he said, voice even.
    “Who else would move me in? My ten
thousand friends?”
    “We could do it for you.”
    “Uh, no Parker. I think I can
handle it. Everything I own fits into my car anyway.”
    Leaning against the cheap desk, she
pulled on her nylons. She hated the damned things but it was either those or
thigh-highs. Clients already seemed to think she was desperate. Adding slutty
to the mix probably wouldn’t help matters.
    “What about your bed? Furniture?”
    Shit.
    “Well, since you so gallantly
offered me the use of the bed that’s already there, I won’t need one.”
    “Okay, what about furniture though?
As pleasant as it is to picture, I doubt