Slumming it, was the technical term. Just a mattress in the dark corn of the room, the beats of the

Slumming it, was the technical term.

Just a mattress in the dark corn of the room, the beats of the club reverberating along the walls. Getting dolled up to to be ripped apart by the kind of young man who’d frequent a dive like that.

She spoiled, not stupid; and always insisted on a condom and always brought a friend a long. But a good part of her wanted something to happen. For him to be a little too hard, to push her a little farther than she wanted to go, to explore something beyond the safety of a rich life and an even richer father.

It was the fear that excited her, and he knew that more than she really knew it herself. She came looking for a thrill with a stranger; but most strangers were intimidated by her. Yeah, sure; they wanted to fuck her all right. But none were about to take her; either they were guys pretending to be tough, or guys who were tough enough not to fuck with The Boss’ daughter.

And so she came for the best thrill ride in town. He always managed to push her a little further, make it just a little scarier and that much darker. Each time she had to come back sooner; each time she was closer to breaking her one rule for the evening.

He was really bad a following rules, but in this case, making her want to break her own rule was so much more fun. Besides, he meant to do so much more to her than just fuck her.

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