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A Clean Slate: Part 10

Deja returned the next day, just the same as always. But this time, she brought along her luggage, saying that she had been instructed by Zendaya to spend the night for the next three days. Although, she had insisted it wasn't good idea, Zendaya convinced her otherwise. I figured she had offered her more money, on top of what she owed her now. I knew I should've called Zendaya and told her about last night, what she had done. I shouldn't have even let her pass the front door and called the police instead. But somehow, I couldn't. I didn't really know how to feel about the night before, whether I should've been mad or made a move on her, I didn't know.

I remembered the night before in mini clips. Deja had removed the black bag finally after an hour or so and I breathed in air. My eyesight adjusting to the warm lighting in the hotel room. Deja stood at the foot at the bed, unbuttoning her pants. The next thing I knew, I was being blind-founded. I felt her small but powerful body on mine, rubbing against me. Her groin grinding and bumping hard and fast into mine. She was saying things to me, dirty things that had the power to make me wet at the drop of a dime. Her glossy lips were on me, everywhere. Her tongue, tonguing me sloppily. Then her hands were teasing me, flicking it at first before shoving her fingers inside of me. She was playing rough and I complained about the pain, trying to tell her to slow down but it only pissed her off.

"Take that shit, bitch," she had said.

I said something back that earned me a good bite on the tit. Even while holding a pack of ice to my breast now, it still hurt.

"How is it?" Deja finally asked me.

I glanced at her and but she wasn't looking at me. She hadn't looked at me once today. She didn't even ask me any questions or sexually harass me as usual. Instead, she just sat there, looking from the tv, her phone and then me for a brief second. She made sure to look away when I caught her watching me. Deja seemed anxious and distracted unlike before.

My eyes dropped down to the scratch marks I left on her chest. It might've been the time she screwed me with one of her "toys", I don't remember. All I know is that I got so excited, I took it out on her. "It's okay," I said.

Deja nodded uneasily. She turned back to the tv and pretended to watch the movie that was playing.

"How's those?" I asked, nodding at the scratch marks.

She glanced at me and opened up her shirt a little more to examine her wound.

The gesture sent my heart racing. I felt a wave of desire pass over me and I had to cross my legs just to keep from getting hot down there.

"It's good, I think," she said. Her eyes glanced at my legs. She licked slowly at her lips before looking at me.

I met her gaze and for the first time that day, we made eye contact. And I could've sworn that in any moment, one of us was going to end up pregnant if we kept staring at one another.

Then she looked away and played with the curls in her head anxiously. I noticed her eyes shift down from the tv and then after some time, they glanced in my direction again. Her eyes shooting me a wayward glance. While twisting her hair, she looked to my crossed legs again. With her mouth partially open, I saw her tongue slide out the side.

I bit my lip, hard. I uncrossed my legs and crossed them slowly again, my skirt riding up higher. Deja watched intently, her gaze set closely on my legs and thighs. I loved the way she watched me, like she wanted to fuck me again. And secretly, I wanted her to. I dared her to. "So . . . any questions for me today?" I asked. "Any test or . . .?"

Deja drew her attention away from my legs and up to my face. "Um, no," she said, "No test today . . ."

"Oh," I said, a little defeated. But then an idea popped in my head. "Well, I just thought since my girlfriend owe's you a lot for this contract that we should, you know, do another exercise."