"The act of prostitution is legal. It's still against the law to be a pimp or a brothel-keeper. And besides, not everyone is accepting of prostitution despite the fact it's not a crime."
"So, did that woman claim you're a pimp?"
I let my head fall back against the sofa, staring at the ceiling. "She wasn't that specific. But since I own a day spa, people started to assume that if I'm offering 'special' massages, my employees must do the same thing. Every so often, you'll see a story in a newspaper about some bloke, usually a politician or a wealthy businessman, who got arrested while patronizing a massage parlor that turned out to be a brothel."
"That's why the rumor spread. Because people think you run a brothel disguised as a day spa."
"Yes."
"I'm sorry that happened to you." She rests her forehead on mine. "I do want to get to know you, Nick. But I really, really want to have sex with you first. Not because of that stupid rumor. Because I like you and I want you. Okay?"
My dick definitely approves of that statement. It twitched when she spoke those words.
"You want to save the heart-to-heart for after?" I say.
"Please, yes, let's get it on first."
I wrap my arms around her and stand up. She locks her legs around me. When I take one step, something crunches under my shoe. Lifting my foot, I see it's a button from my shirt. Or maybe from her shirt. I've never literally torn a woman's clothes off before, but I have to admit I loved doing that, and I loved it when she ripped my shirt open too.
Once we get into the bedroom, I lay her down on the bed. Well, I try to. She keeps her legs latched around me and won't let go even when we both fall onto the mattress.
"You will need to let go of me," I say. "You still have your skirt on."
It's hiked up around her waist, but there's also the issue of her knickers.
She drops her legs. "Rip the rest of my clothes off, Nick, please."
"Ah…how are you going to get home when your clothes are torn to shreds?"
"Can't I stay the night?"
"Sure, but you'll still need clothing in the morning."
Her sexy little smile makes my cock twitch again. She nudges my thigh with her big toe. "I could borrow yours."
I give her slender body a deliberate once-over. "My clothes will fall off you, Siobhan. Not that I mind, but I believe public nudity is illegal in this country."
"Would you shut up and do me already? Sheesh. I had no idea you'd be so talky during foreplay."
"This isn't foreplay. You'll know when I've gotten to that."
I get rid of my shirt and wrestle with my trousers until I've disposed of them too. Never before have I tried to undress while kneeling on a bed, but I don't want to stand up to do it. Not with Siobhan's lovely tits on display and her body writhing in a way that makes my dick throb. Once I'm naked, I yank her skirt down over her hips and get rid of that too.
She removes her blouse and bra and tosses them away.
That leaves only her knickers. They're lace and almost transparent, not to mention so tiny they barely qualify as undergarments. I rip them off, tearing several holes in the fabric, and hold them up.
"Fuck me," I half growl, half groan. "Did you wear these knickers just for me? If not, then you have a bigger naughty streak than I thought. I love that about you, by the way."
She pushes up on her elbows. "Honestly, Nick, shut up."
I toss her knickers onto the floor. "Not the sort of girl who likes dirty talk? I can work with that."
"Wouldn't know. No one has ever talked dirty to me." She gives me a sly smile. "And you haven't done it either. Saying you love my naughty streak isn't dirty."
"I was just getting started." I crawl up the bed on my hands and knees until I'm positioned above her body. "But I'll skip the talking this time. Mind grabbing a condom out of that drawer?"
She reaches into the drawer on the bedside table and hands me a condom packet.