The University of the South

Persuasion (3 of 6)

Fuck, she was a sight to see.

Whatever my father had to tell me could wait.

All my attention was on the woman before me who had just entered the room.

My father offered guards to be with me, but I didn't want any other man to see her that way any longer.

Only me.

I would convince my father that she would be mine to keep. No more dancing to pay off her bills. I would take care of her if she would let me.

She had tested me to see if I remembered her from school.

Of course I had. You don't just suddenly forget a face and voice like hers.

She was the most beautiful thing I had set my eyes on.

I needed her.

The fear from earlier had gone away and she was looking at me with some other emotion that I couldn't put my finger on.

Her robe fell to the floor and I had to hold myself back from completely ruining her.

. . .

I only had my skimpiest outfit on under the robe I had been wearing.

A little black thong and lacy see through bra was all I had under to cover me.

If this wouldn't convince him, I don't know what would.

"Fuck." I hear Julio groan and I giggle as he grabs my ass in his hands and pulls me to him, as I straddle him again.

"Maybe I can get your mind off of a few things." I say sensually and he groans as I grind myself on him, feeling myself grow even more wet at the friction.

Suddenly though, I am pinned down and Julio stares at me as I gasp in surprise.

Julio's face closes in on mine as he sighs.

"Have you been selling your body as well, Celine?" He asks and I suddenly see worry in his eye as I instantly shake my head caressing the side of his cheek.

Ofcourse he would think that. I did work at a strip club.

Why the fuck would he want me? I was some trashy whore.

"I have not, Julio. I just perform." I say and he nods, before sighing in relief, hugging me to him.

I freeze, not expecting him to comfort me as I slowly hug him in return.

"You do not need to perform for money if you don't want to." He says and I tense.

He was a rich business man's son. He doesn't know the struggles of living the way that I do.

I pull away from him and stare up at him.

I needed to remember my plan.

I just needed to sleep with him and convince him not to tell anyone what I did for a living.

I sigh and suddenly press my lips to his, as I hear him groan.

Please make this work.

He instantly returns my kiss as I moan at how gentle he was being with me.

He was a great kisser by the way. Our tongues battled for a while but he dominated me in a way that no one had before.

His lips descended to the side of my jaw, kissing up my neck in little butterfly kisses and bites, almost like he was marking me as his.

I moan in delight and pull away slightly to stare back at him, our breathes labored from all the kissing.

"Celine, fuck. Don't fucking start something you don't want to finish." He says and I sigh, shaking my head and reaching behind for my clasp when he stops my hands.