Free Nadine, Nadine vignette 1 by Gabriella Webster Page B

panties off. Good thing she wasn’t wearing any. But why was he here? With his good looks, one visit to a bar
and he wouldn’t need her. He’d get all the milk for free.
    Then she saw why. Nadine swallowed hard.
    Another john with elaborate fantasies. She shook her head in disbelief.
    He had wings. Fluffy, white, downy wings!
    This man took time with his angel costume. The wings looked real, not at all like those cardboard cutouts with white chicken feathers pasted on. These
wings had no visible straps. They must be attached with a harness under his shirt . “Come back later,” Nadine demanded. She could only
handle one high-maintenance john a night.
    “How much?”
    For the love of God, really? “Not tonight. Come back tomorrow.”
    “I am not complicated,” he promised. “How much?”
    “Are you serious?” she asked, incredulous. She’d just told him to get out.
    “I am,” he replied with a shrug.
    Did his wings just move?
    The man looked around her small room and then to the bed. Slowly, he returned his gaze to her. She knew that look. He was serious.
    Nadine cocked her head to the side, considering. He was attractive, and more importantly, he was here. She wouldn’t have to walk the street tonight
to find a new client. He better not be one of those bondage types. Not on the first trick, anyway.
    “How did you find me? Did someone send you?”
    “Yes.”
    “Who?” If she knew who recommended her, maybe she’d know if she could trust him or not.
    “John.”
    Nadine snickered in dismay, and muttered, “They’re all named John.” Louder, she asked, “Who sent you, really?”
    “John,” he replied. “From the Air Force base.” His sexy grin faded a bit. “If you do not wish my patronage, I will go
elsewhere.”
    “No.” She couldn’t turn away a referral from the base. Soldiers were good money, and word would get around if she turned him away.
Besides, it wasn’t like this was her first high fantasy client. Just the first one with fluffy wings. She plastered on her biggest, brightest smile.
“Don’t go.”
    His smirk returned. “Excellent. How much?”
    “Twenty-five for a hand job. Fifty for oral, seventy-five if you want completion that way. A hundred for regular sex—condom is mandatory. I
won’t budge on that. Any kinks or other turn-ons I handle on a per request basis,” Nadine replied. “Oh, and no anal,” she added. He
seemed the type.
    “Really? Why?”
    Yep. He was the type.
    “It hurts and the johns—er, clients aren’t always gentle,” she explained.
    The man nodded. “Fair enough.” He gazed at her for a moment, deciding. “Oral and sex it is, then.”
    “Hundred-fifty,” she acknowledged, then added, “Up front.” Who knew if this guy would really pay?
    He held out two bills.
    She blinked.
    When had he taken the money out of his wallet? She didn’t remember seeing him move. It was as if he willed it into existence. Nadine took the cash
from his outstretched hand, and retreated into the bathroom. Holding the bills up to the overhead light, she checked for the security strip embedded along
the edge. You could never be too careful.
    After confirming their authenticity, she faced him. “I’m guessing you want to start with oral. Would you rather stand or use the bed?”
    “You go ahead and sit on the bed. I’m sure your knees could use a break.”
    Nadine nodded and perched on the edge of the mattress. Curling her finger, she beckoned him closer. “Lose the wings,” she ordered. They’d
only get in the way.
    He kicked off his shoes and padded forward in his socks. “I cannot,” he replied as he stopped in front of her.
    “Can’t? Or won’t?”
    “Cannot,” he reiterated.
    Okay. Maybe they were too complicated to just take off.
    Nadine stood, and slowly teased the buttons of his shirt open, exposing a beautifully sculpted chest with the barest hint of chest hair. Her fingers
fluttered over his skin and down his abdomen. He sure took care of himself