Free Serial by Lily White, Jaden Wilkes Page B

man, but I might charge you extra for my brilliant company along the way,” she smiled, and I note that her teeth were still nice. I liked good teeth.
    “Not a problem,” I said and drove ten minutes to our destination. Her final destination if you would.
    I had a tarp there, plastic wrap and drop sheets covering all my things. Once again, the red heat had planned ahead for me without me being completely conscious of it.
    My head was throbbing and I had to force myself to make small talk with her. Her name was Coral, she was apparently twenty and going to school online for dental hygiene. Hence the good teeth I supposed.
    She had hit a rough patch and didn’t usually do this kind of thing.
    Sure sweetheart, I thought and made the appropriate noise of support but knew she was a fucking liar. She was too rehearsed for this to be new to her.
    We got to the storage place and it was deserted. They had one camera at the front entrance, but I had disabled that days ago. It was still not working, the wire hung uselessly but tucked out of sight so nobody else caught on.
    “You want to take a look at some cool things I’ve picked up?” I asked her when we got there.
    “You want to do it here?” she asked back, eyeballing the storage locker with equal parts disgust and boredom.
    “Sure, I guess,” I replied, “I guess it’s as good a place as any.”
    “Do you have a blanket or something? It’s kinda…sterile.”
    “Let me see what I can find.” I shuffled through the items I had packed in boxes. There wasn’t much to be used, so I dragged a tarp out and opened it on the floor.
    “You’re joking, right?” She rolled her eyes and sneered at me. A flare of anger rose in the back of my head, but I reined it in.
    “Not at all, sweetheart.” I crossed the room to her in two long strides, jerked her head back and kissed her. She struggled momentarily, and then melted against me.
    I was good looking, I was passionate, and I knew I kissed with something they assumed was sincerity. It got them every time.
    She moaned and raised her hands against my body. She fluttered her fingers across my muscular chest, tracing the wrinkles of the shirt I’m wearing.
    Her touch grew urgent and she started to sink down in front of me. I grabbed her by the waist and said, “Not so fast.” I took a couple steps back and pulled her with me. I needed to be closer to my case; it was sitting on the other side of the tarp and had my knives in it.
    “You want a BJ or not?” she asked and looked mildly perturbed.
    “I do,” I replied and applied pressure to her shoulders, indicating she needed to drop then, there. I unzipped my jeans, pulled out my cock and waited for the usual reaction.
    “Holy shit, you’re a fucking donkey,” she exclaimed and looked up at me, licked her lips and opened wide.
    I crammed myself down her throat. She was good for a relative newcomer to that particular industry. She swallowed my dick and moved her throat against it, drank me down and breathed heavily through her nose.
    I closed my eyes, grabbed the top of her head and envisioned Pet on the end of my cock, Pet’s blue eyes widening with surprise the first time she takes me inside of her, and Pet swallowing my cum, sucking me deep and accepting my offering.
    “Wait,” I said and pushed her off. She fell to the floor and wiped the back of her hand across her mouth.
    I straddled her and looked down, her legs were splayed and she was bracing herself with one hand behind her back. She was starting to clue in that I was more dangerous than I had first appeared and I could see fear rising in her eyes.
    “What…what do you want now?” she asked and moved away from me, scooted her ass along the tarp towards the case.
    I dropped to my knees, one on either side of her, and looked her intently in the eyes. I said, “I simply want to fuck you.” I smiled, but I wasn’t sure it was a friendly smile, given the pounding in my head and the wash of hot red flooding