I glanced over at Mr. Snowden and lowered my voice to a whisper. “You do know that I’m still charging by the hour, right?”
He glared over at me. “Is that right?”
“Well, of course.” I lifted my nose and stared straight ahead. “It’s not my fault you couldn’t be more specific in your instructions.”
“Well, in that case…” Mr. Snowden reached over and grabbed my arm.
“Hey, what are you doing?” I asked when he pulled me into his lap.
“If you’re charging by the hour, then I intend to get my money’s worth.”
“We’re in jail,” I countered as though he was an idiot. “What do you think’s going to happen here?”
His voice was a rough growl in my ear. “Whatever I want.”
A frisson of awareness danced down my spine, but I pretended to be offended.
“Hey, cop!” Mr. Snowden shouted.
Mr. Parker slowly spun his chair around, looking irritated by being bothered. “What?”
“You got any lube?”
Those piercing blue eyes appeared interested. “I’m sure I could scrounge some up. Why?”
“Because my date’s wearing a plug and I think it’s time for an upgrade.”
Ah, crap. Heat bloomed in my core at the thought.
“Like hell,” I argued, trying to pull away from Mr. Snowden.
Suddenly, I found myself lying across his lap, ass up, his big hands holding me down.
I pretended to fight him for a second.
“Stop,” he snapped, then smacked my ass.
I swallowed the moan and smiled at the floor.
A second later, the cell door opened and Mr. Parker tossed something inside. It closed again.
Something was laid out across the backs of my thighs and I realized it was a towel.
How very thoughtful of Mr. Parker.
Hopefully he’d been kind enough to include lube.
Mr. Snowden jerked my thong down my legs and I hissed in a breath.
“Color, little rebel?” Mr. Parker asked.
“Green.” Definitely green.
Mr. Snowden’s big, warm hand massaged my ass for a few minutes, casually grazing the plug from time to time. If I could have, I would’ve shifted so I could rub myself against his thigh, desperate for some friction on my clit. But he kept me in a spot that wouldn’t allow it, so I simply kept my hands pressed onto the hardwood floor beneath me.
“Relax,” Mr. Snowden commanded. “I’m going to take this one out.”
He worked the plug out, then I felt another one being pressed against me. I wasn’t sure if he’d selected the next size up or the biggest one. I didn’t really care. If he ever expected me to take his cock, I would have to be able to take that big plug, so it didn’t really matter.
When he pushed the plug inside, I moaned softly.
“Looks to me like she enjoys getting her ass fucked,” Mr. Parker said.
I glanced to the side to see he was reclining in his desk chair watching the show.
Mr. Snowden didn’t respond, merely pulled my panties back into place, then helped me off his lap. Rather than let me sit beside him, he forced me to my knees in front of him.
“Hey!” I tried to get up, but he held me there with a firm hand on my shoulder.
“Oh, you’re the one who said I was paying by the hour, sweetheart. Like I said, I intend to get my money’s worth. Take my cock out and suck it.”
Turned on by the command, I went to work freeing him from his slacks. Once I had his cock in my hands, I leaned forward and ran my lips over the wide head.
“I said suck it,” he barked, his hand going into my hair, but he didn’t push my head down.
Wanting to appreciate the moment, I took my time teasing him with my lips and tongue. I could tell he was enjoying it because he would lightly tug on my hair from time to time. A couple of raspy groans escaped him, but for the most part, he didn’t move.
“Is that what you pay her for?” Mr. Parker asked. “Because I’d be more than willing to cough up a couple of bucks.”
I released Mr. Snowden’s cock from my mouth and peered over my shoulder at Mr. Parker. “Like you could afford me.”
That earned me a rough growl, but then he was up on his feet and opening the cell door.
“Come on out here, girl.”
I glanced up at Mr. Snowden’s face as though wanting his protection.
“Don’t look at him,” Mr. Parker bit out. “It’s his turn to watch his little girlfriend prove exactly how much she’s worth.”
When Mr. Parker reached in to grab me, Mr. Snowden stood tall. I had to inch out of the way to keep from being knocked down.
“No,” Mr. Snowden snapped. “Not unless you take me with her.”
Mr. Parker’s grin was wicked. “Fine. You want to watch me shove my dick in her mouth? I don’t mind an audience.”
That seemed to be what Mr. Snowden wanted, so the two of them led me out of the cell and over to the desk.
