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money for more. Where do you usually go?”
    “Well baby, that depends what you’re looking for. If you want quick we can go to your car—you did drive, right?” She waited for his nod. “Or I rented a room around the corner if you’re looking for something a little more intimate. But that’s gonna cost you more.”
    He stood and threw a few bucks on the table to cover his drink and a tip. He needed to get out of the diner and into this woman. Her voice had hardened him, the small glimpses of nipple had taunted him. If he was ruining his life over some sex he wanted to enjoy it. “Let’s go—the car will work fine for what I need.”
    When they exited the diner he led her to his car, opening the door for her. She grinned and chuckled at his chivalrous action. He watched her slide into the seat and caught a glimpse of shaved pussy. His cock ached to be in those folds. He rushed around the car and climbed in. He felt like an ass. Were they supposed to do it in the parking lot? If so, why hadn’t she said something about getting in the back?
    “There’s a vacant lot a block over, we can park there.” She waved her hand to indicate the direction of the lot. Her other hand slid up and down her thigh, pushing the edge of her skirt higher with each pass. He watched her hand move, wanted to reach over and slide his fingers under the skirt. He could see naked pink folds, glistening in the light from the street lamps. She chuckled. “The faster we get over there the faster you can be in this.”
    With shaking hands he started the car and drove to the lot. He parked as far from the street as he could, as far from light as he could get. He turned the car off and sat, stunned by his own behavior. He was sitting in his car, after lying to his boss, with a hooker, preparing to have sex with her while his marriage was already on the brink of disaster. He couldn’t make himself turn the car back on, or make her get out. He couldn’t make himself care enough to stop the actions they had set in motion. He turned to find her studying him.
    “You all right, baby? I can make it all better for you but we have to move to the back unless you want me to ride you.” She smiled that knowing grin and reached over to unbuckle his seat belt. She followed the belt across his lap, stroking his cock with her hand. “So, what’s it gonna be? Backseat or front?”
    Joe indulged in something he normally didn’t get to do. He reached under his seat and pushed it as far back as he could. He tilted the steering wheel up and undid his pants. His hands were still shaking but he was determined. He lifted his hips enough to push his jeans down to his knees, then turned to her. “You’re going to ride me and you’re going to do what I want.”
    “Big talk from you, big man. Don’t forget, no fun ’til you pay.” She had moved across the seat and was on her knees, her breasts pushed up and almost escaping the confines of her bra. She smiled and winked.
    “Shit.” He had forgotten about the money. Fuckin’ A. He pulled at his pants until he could reach into the pocket. He removed the wad of money and peeled off a hundred dollars. With shaking fingers he handed the money to her. This time she secreted the cash in a side pocket of her bag. When her hand came away from the bag he could see a foil package nestled in her palm. Shit. He hadn’t even thought about condoms, or anything else. Had she been tested lately? Had he? He hadn’t been with anyone other than Patty in a long time, so he knew he should be clean.
    “Lean back, darlin’, and let me do my thing.” She shimmied out of her skirt and started working on the buttons on her shirt.
    “Wait. I’m paying for a show, so I want a good one. Slow down and strip so I can see all of you.” Joe growled his instructions and watched her hands slow.
    Her movements morphed into a sensual dance. Even constrained in the front seat of the car, she was sexy. Her fingers slowly slid each button