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about it, but she’ll get over that. Pretty soon she’ll be asking me for another hook up, or we’ll just laugh about that time her tongue was inside me. I’ve always had a thing for sex in public. Maybe it’s the idea of getting caught, or people watching…whatever it is I enjoy it. I don’t do it a lot, but when it feels right I say bring it on.”
     
    Porter felt himself begin to harden inside his pants as Mattie explained how she came to know Oleg. He already wanted badly to be inside of her.
     
    Somehow Mattie sensed Porter’s condition as she leaned across the table to whisper at him.
     
    “You’re getting hard, aren’t you?”
     
    Porter was shocked to find himself blushing.
     
    “Maybe – a little.”
     
    Mattie licked her full red lips and glanced downward toward Porter’s crotch.
     
    “A cock that big doesn’t do anything just a little. Can I feel it?”
     
    Porter looked away, not understanding why he felt so embarrassed. He was paid to have sex with strangers for an Internet video site for god’s sake.
     
    “What, right here?”
     
    Mattie was already scooting her chair over toward Porter’s side of the table.
     
    “Just a touch! Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.”
     
    Porter sat motionless, both panicked while also very turned on. The slight hardening from a moment ago had transformed into a full, throbbing erection which threatened to break through the denim fabric of his jeans. His eyes looked straight ahead as Mattie’s right hand reached under the table and slowly traced the outline of his cock and then inched downward to gently cup his balls as she let out a low, hushed moan.
     
    “That is truly an incredible thing you have there, Porter. I’ve been with a number of good-sized dicks, but they were usually a bit on the big and floppy side. That thing of yours is big and hard. I don’t think I’ve ever felt a man get as hard as you are now. You ever been with another man? I have to think the gay fellas would love to spend some time with this.”
     
    As she said the word “this”, Mattie’s hand rubbed Porter’s shaft several times for emphasis, causing Porter to inhale sharply as he struggled to hide his escalating desire to throw Mattie on the table and take her that very moment.
     
    “Yeah, I’ve been with a man or two. I’ve let them suck me off. Just today I watched three men fucking in a sauna. I was getting off watching them. I’m a lot like you, Mattie. I say if something turns you on, go for it. No shame, no regrets – just good times.”
     
    Mattie withdrew her hand and began moving her seat back to her side of the table. Porter noted how flushed her own face was while she did so.
     
    She’s as turned on right now as I am.
     
    Porter filled up their wine glasses once again, emptying the first bottle.
     
    Mattie’s eyes looked at the second remaining bottle.
     
    “Looks like we’re going to have ourselves a two bottle night, Porter.”
     
    Porter’s eyes widened slightly as he moved the wine glass toward his lips.
     
    “Is that a good thing, a two bottle night?”
     
    Mattie’s eyes flashed mischief as she bit down on her lower lip.
     
    “It means anything is possible. And I mean anything…”
     
     
    2.
     
     
    “You’re late, Oleg – again.”
     
    Oleg Teplov was indeed late, which he knew was not a good idea considering it was a meeting involving the most brutal Russian crime boss from Vancouver to San Diego, a man who after just a few years in the United States, had come to be known as “Fingers” due to his penchant for snipping off the tips of fingers from those he deemed worthy of punishment, but not quite yet worthy of losing their life. A lost appendage first, and then if that didn’t work, a slit throat or a bullet in the skull would suffice.
     
    “I apologize, Roman, workday traffic. I should have left earlier. Before we continue, please take this payment as a gesture of my respect.”
     
    Oleg handed the white