Mallory Monroe: The Business of Pleasure
A hooker's work is never done
The car grew silent as the motor’s hum faded. It was an eerie feeling, the air inside heavy and full of expectation. It was always like that, and Mallory associated this quiet moment with the sex that always followed. Weeks earlier, she'd been terrified by that sense of vacuum, but now her fear had gone, replaced by a flush of tingling heat as her pussy became wet with anticipation. “Um, I’m not much for condoms,” the man...