The thought excited Tony. He couldn’t pretend it didn’t. Moments earlier, he had to look away from his cousin as he felt the familiar feeling of blood rushing to his dick while picturing her naked.
“You could have just said you want to keep the money,” Tony joked.
“Shut up,” Cassie countered. “Do you want me to do this or not?”
“It depends,” he said. “Are you really going to wear the outfit I asked for and really go all out or just going to plop your titties out of that 90s soccer mom outfit? I’ve got to be honest. You don’t exactly look like an escort right now.”
“Hey, asshole,” she chuckled. “You’re lucky I’m even willing to show you anything.”
“Okay,”
“Yes, I’ll put the full outfit on,” she said. “But if I’m doing this, I’m keeping the money.”
“You can keep half,” Tony countered.
“What?” she replied.
“You’re only doing half what I paid for and, honestly, your rate is a little ridiculous anyway,” Tony said, half serious.
“Fine,” she said, matter of factly. “Half for me, half for you. And don’t knock my rates. Trust me, I’m worth every single penny. Do we have a deal?”
Tony thought about it for a second. If his cousin kept half the money he’d already paid her, that would be $600. So, essentially, he was paying $300 for a striptease and $300 for a lap dance. Expensive, sure. But he’d already spent the money anyway and a few minutes ago, he thought he lost it all anyway.
“Okay,” he said. “Deal.”
And, with that, Cassie and Tony had come to their first of many taboo arrangements.
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What exactly are you supposed to do while you wait for your cousin to get dressed up so she can give you a striptease and a lap dance? Tony mused.
Admittedly, that’s not a question most people would have to ask, he thought.
Still, it’s the exact scenario Tony found himself in, roughly 45 minutes into what was originally supposed to be his one-hour session with an escort named Alyssa. In an alternate universe somewhere right now, he’s fucking a woman he’s not related to and getting ready to cum. In this one, though, he was sitting awkwardly on his hotel couch still not 100 percent convinced his cousin Cassie was being serious.
If this was a joke, it’s one of the cruelest he’d ever seen.
At that same moment, Cassie wasn’t exactly sure how serious she was either.
Tucked in the same bathroom where Tony psyched himself up before answering the door earlier, Cassie looked at herself and couldn’t believe what she was (probably) about to do.
Thank God for mirrors, she thought. Cassie hadn’t been shy about her appearance in a while but everyone had self doubts now and then and this was certainly a time ripe for insecurity to creep in.
She knew she looked good. Enough men turned their heads and snuck peeks at her on a daily basis that it would be impossible to deny. But it’s one thing for horny guys to want to fuck you, it’s another to convince yourself you’re attractive. That’s where the mirror came in. It was always Cassie’s source of confidence when her younger tomboyish self tried to take over her head space and cast doubts in her mind.