She taunts. My heart pounds again, blood coursing. I watch as she opens Ned’s zipper. His smile broadens as a mammoth phallus is dislodged and brought into the dim light. Elsa toys, looking downward with greed as the organ slowly firms. Then her hand slips away and she snaps her fingers.
With that, Danielle reappears from nowhere. Elsa reaches into her purse, retracting a bank note. She stuffs a fifty dollar bill into the small purse at Danielle’s right hip.
“Just bring him up for me. The usual.”
Danielle smiles, nimbly falling to his/her knees, a well practiced motion. I am mesmerized by the acceptance of such sordidness as without a word or gesture of reluctance from Ned, Danielle grasps the impressively sized organ and begins what I suppose Danielle does best. He/she fellates.
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