Archer adjusts himself so he can finger-fuck my pussy while he thrusts his thumb into my ass. Tingles take over my body as the strongest buildup I’ve ever felt rushes down my spine.
“Holy shit, I—”
Before I can warn him, a wave of pleasure releases, and I’m screaming his name as I come all over his hand. Archer continues his dirty assault as I try to catch my breath.
“So beautiful,” Archer mutters. “I love watching you come.”
“I need you inside me,please,” I beg.
“Sorry, madame. That’s not one of our services,” he says, the accent returning.
“I paid for thedeluxepackage, which I’m pretty sure you have, so…” I lick my lips as I watch him adjust his hard-on. “If youdon’tfuck me six ways to Sunday, I’ll have no choice but to leave a bad review. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”
“You and that smart mouth,” he tsks, removing his clothes as I stare at him.
“Let me suck your cock and show you exactly what it can do.”
CHAPTERTHIRTY-SEVEN
ARCHER
After the steamyweekend getaway a couple of weekends ago, Everleigh has finally calmed down. I wanted to help her work through her stress and anxiety, and I think that mini-vacation helped.
“Your form is getting better,” I tell Kyle when his session ends. “How are you feeling about your competition this weekend?”
The gym started hosting tournaments for my clients to fight in a safe and structured manner. The winner gets a free week of sessions and smoothies, plus bragging rights. It was all Tyler’s idea so people would sign up to participate.
“Toby has nothing on me,” he retorts in his usual cocky tone.
“I don’t know. He’s been very focused lately.”
Kyle rolls his eyes, and I grin.
“See ya later,” I tell him. I love seeing the progression of the younger guys who’ve been training with me since I started. Every week they come in ready to learn and advance their skills.
When I run into Tyler, I let him know I’m gonna take my break since I have an hour before my next client arrives. I head to the break room and grab the sub I packed.
As I check my phone, I see a text from an unknown number. It’s the first one she’s sent in a couple of weeks. When I open it, there’s another photo. It’s a selfie of Krystal, showing the top of her black hair, and I notice she’s near a playground. Behind her, I see Annie pushing Sadie on a swing set, and I nearly drop my phone as my adrenaline rushes.
I wait for her threats to follow, but they don’t come. It’s perfectly clear that Annie and Sadie aren’t safe.
Immediately, I check Annie’s location, and it says she’s near her building.
Archer: Where are you guys?
Annie: At the park across from the apartment. Why?
Fuck. Krystal’s watching them right now.
Archer: I need you to take Sadie and go home. Lock the doors.
Annie: Tell me why.
Archer: Please, just listen to me.
I could tell her that Krystal was there, but I didn’t want to risk Annie or Sadie getting hurt. Annie will find her and make a scene. If Krystal’s as close as the picture looks, she’s in violation of her restraining order, but I doubt she cares. By the time the cops arrive, she’ll be gone.
Annie: Okay, fine. Sadie and I are walking home.