Free Exposed by Jessica Love Page A

and wrote a number on the corner of the beverage napkin under his drink. He picked up his glass and turned the napkin so I could read it. I was thankful it wasn’t too much more than I was currently making. When I looked up again, the glass came down and condensation obliterated the figure.
    “Well, I’m glad to know that Tony appreciates my worth,” I said to Max Moore, which caused him to raise his eyebrows. “I have to thank you for the opportunity, while I must say no. Tony has been good to me.”
    “You are sure?”
    “I am sure at this moment,” I said.
    Max Moore tore the corner off the napkin and rolled it into a tiny ball as he nodded and changed the subject to the Seahawks or the Sonics or the economy or something completely innocuous.
    “Well, I should let you go,” he said at last.
    “Does Mark know you were going to make me this offer?” I asked Max Moore.
    “No.”
    “Should I tell him?” I asked.
    “I don’t think that’s necessary, but it’s up to you,” said Max Moore. “I have no plans to do so. There could be repercussions difficult to anticipate.”
    He smiled and put a $50 bill on the table to pay for our two drinks. “The rest is for her,” he nodded toward the cocktail waitress and walked to the front door where the valet had kept his Bentley.
    When Mark texted me a few minutes later, again on cue, I texted him back that I would meet him for dinner at The Edgewater. I left the bar and got a table in the restaurant where I sat thinking about Max Moore. About Mark. About Tony. About what a strange world I had created for myself.
    • • • •
    That was an evening Mark and I decided to go to SASSA. I needed the break from my own thoughts, and Mark seemed like he could use a little walk on the wild side as well.
    We started by dancing together on the stage on the main floor. It was late enough when we arrived that the club was mostly full. Others were dancing, too. Women had their hands on the front of men’s pants, and more than one pair of breasts were exposed.
    Mark and I found ourselves back against the wall, in a bubble of space of our own. The wall had straps for other kind of play on special nights. As we danced, I touched Mark and pulled his zipper down. I loved the feel of his hard cock even inside the fabric of his shorts.
    He turned me around and unzipped the back of my dress. It was not tight fitting, and as soon as I tipped my shoulders forward, it fell off my arms, off my waist and to the floor. I kicked it to the wall, feeling much better in the moment in my bra and thong. Mark took off his shirt, and he was magnificent. Couples around us gave us a bit more room.
    The DJ didn’t let any dead air between songs. Within three more, Mark had me naked on the dance floor. He pressed me back against the wall, facing the room, and pulled my hands up to take straps hanging on the wall. I wrapped them around my wrists in a faux bondage as his hands, then his tongue, went between my legs.
    We were the only ones on the stage, now. I looked out on the room, feeling how naked I was, how vulnerable, as my body climbed toward orgasm. Mark had his fingers inside me, and I could see how the men in the room moved when I pushed my hips out and down on Mark’s hand.
    Mark found exactly the right spot, and suddenly I came hard, in a torrent, on his hand and arm. It was a good thing I had the straps in hand, because my legs would not have supported me.
    Mark reached down and got our clothes, then led me to the large common bed. A crowd from the main room followed. When we got there, several men asked Mark if we would like additional company but Mark declined. They stood right at the edge of the mattress, not two feet away from where I lay. Mark got naked and brought me back to the edge of orgasm with his mouth, then moved up my body and slipped deep inside.
    I could feel his cock move against the very back of me, and I knew his cum would shoot so deeply inside and fill me. As he got