Justin is not the only one she's paid to perform this service for her, but he is the best, always leaving her sore & aching for more. She wants him to go to bed with her, she's offered to pay him many times, but he always refuses. No one ever refuses Mercedes Arthag, except Justin, and this irritates her quite a bit.
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She caresses his shoulders, longing to feel him press himself against her. "You have such a nice body, Justin," she murmurs, knowing what he's going to say as he brushes her hands off him, "I've told you before, Mercedes, I don't do that. You know the guys that do...We're finished here." Mercedes always gets what she wants, and the frustration of having this one thing constantly held out of her reach drives her mad. "Why not?" she demands, "I've had all the other guys, Justin, & you're the best. I want the best." Justin laughs, and turns away. "I've told you before," he repeats, "I don't do that..." "For love or money, I know," Mercedes sighs, irritated that he always gives the same answers. When she asks if he's gay & he always says he hates everyone equally, when she asks if it's some kind of religious thing, he just laughs and says, "Much weirder than that." She starts to ask him why again, because it seems so improbable: she knows she's gorgeous, and she would pay...but he raises his hand & silences her before she can ask again, "Sit down," he says, "Shut up." Mercedes quivers with desire, but does as he says. How dare he? she thinks, fuming as she sits. She pays him & lets him go, not truly satisfied, a little more stressed and angry when she leaves than when she came in.
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