“Jon’s waiting.” I held my head high and took to heart my own advice on disguise. Rock it like you own it. I did.I joined my date at the bar whe...e he was chatting with Stan Metzger of the big publishing conglomerate in Seattle. I’d read in Forbes about him being head of eleven newspapers and a magazine publishing company in Des Moines. He hadn’t made the Forbes 100 cutoff but he was well within the top 500 wealthiest men in the world.“Let’s ask Miss Finn,” Jon said when I stroked his arm in. What more could any young man want in a bitch-ho?! I mean what's with all this educating young women nonsense. It's not something our parents did or our grandparents, and if a life of domestic drudgery, menial low-paid employment, and drunken, grunty sex when the pubs closed was good enough for them then it ought to be good enough for today's uppity young ladies. Now all those other useless, not-to-be-listened-to, agony aunts will regale you with a load of phish and piffle about demonstrating. She felt me twitch, and slowly shifted her weight to tease me.The last four floors were a blur of eye-watering sexual tension. Any motion, no matter how subtle, caused a wave of sensation. Every time the doors opened, and the people in the elevator moved, she would wiggle, sending shivers up my spine.I wanted all the other people to get off the elevator, so I could press Liv against the wall and grind on her. Maybe it was because she was teasing me, but my thoughts about her got more explicit. And, I’ll set up the right situations for you and if you’re patient, you’ll have all the cock you could possibly want to suck. Will you do that for me? Will you just be patient for a few days.”The boy’s shoulders moved as if to shrug again but instead, he said, “Yes.”Avan smiled and brushed some fine strands of golden hair from the boy’s eyes. “Ahhhh, just the answer I love to hear. You’re very pretty, you know that Caci?”The boy smiled. “Really?”“Oh yes, very pretty. That’s why it won’t be.