“I’ll grope you, princess, and then some.”
She lights up. “You better. So when is this happening?”
“I’ll let you know. For now, I want to make sure you’re prepped for tonight. Reading naughty erotica is a good start. Did you jack off while you were reading?”
“No.”
“Do you usually?”
She lowers her lashes briefly before responding, “Yes.”
“Show me.”
“You want me to masturbate in front of you?”
I lean back in my chair. “Or sing and dance. You choose, but there is a right choice and a wrong choice.”
“I know the right choice, Sir.”
She props her phone on a dresser or vanity top before sitting down in her chair and adjusting the angle of the phone so that I can see most of her.
“Sometimes I start by touching myself,” she says, grabbing a tit through her shirt.
She changed out of her earlier outfit and is now in a cropped tee with sweatpants. I can tell she’s not wearing a bra even before she pulls up her shirt to play with her nipples. They harden quickly. I feel warmth percolating in my loins. I don’t always respond this quickly to the simple sight of breasts, but Casey’s gotten under my skin a bit.
Now she has her other hand in her sweats. She slumps in her chair and starts getting into the performance, parting her lips, pouting, moaning.
I adjust my crotch. “You do anything else?”
“I’ve got some toys I usually use.”
“Let’s see them.”
She gets up, goes to a nightstand, and pulls out two vibrators, one smaller and lipstick shaped, the other a larger pink rabbit.
Holding up the smaller one, she says, “This one is quieter. The rabbit is waterproof. I use it in the bath.”
“Start with the quieter one,” I say, though I know she’s mostly in the house alone except for her bodyguard and possibly one other security guard. The man I have tailing Callaghan told me Casey’s dad left the house for his office in the Marina. I considered having my men jump Callaghan there, but his office is on a busy street with restaurants and shops that stay open late.
She pulls her sweats and panties down and opens her legs, giving me a nice view of her cunt. Nestling the vibrator at her clit, she turns it on. Her eyes close momentarily as she sinks into the pleasurable vibrations.
“That feel good?” I ask.
“Yes, Sir.”
I let her enjoy her vibrator for several minutes before asking, “What was the naughtiest story you were reading?”
While thinking, she parts her pussy lips so she can get more of the vibrator against her clit. “I read one about a woman who likes sucking cock through glory holes.”
“Would you like to do that?”
“If you want me to, Sir.”
I think she’s just playing along, though I happen to know a triad member who runs a sex club with glory holes.
“When I kidnap you, you’re at my mercy. I could make you work some glory holes.”
At my suggestion, she moans. “Would you really do that, Sir?”