Worst of all, she knew, deep down, that if that song had lasted even two more minutes, she wouldn’t have been able to control herself and she would have let him fuck her. She would have had sex with her cousin and let him cum all over her face, on her tits or deep down her throat.
Cassie put her head in her hands and took a deep breath. The feelings of shame were creeping in. It was post-nut clarity without the benefit of the actual orgasm.
“No, no, no,” Tony said. “Don’t do that. Don’t do that. Don’t ruin it. It was amazing.”
“What do you mean don’t ruin it?” Cassie said. “We shouldn’t have done that. It was too much.”
“Why?” Tony said. “Who cares what we just did? It’s just us. We’re adults. No one has to know. I had fun. You had fun. Don’t overthink it.”
Even as Tony tried to reassure Cassie that everything they had just done wasn’t a big deal, he couldn’t stop staring at her bare tits and he could feel his dick stir yet again.
“Jesus,” he thought. “Already?”
The sight of yet another erection for his cousin wasn’t something Tony planned on. It hadn’t even been ten minutes since he came and he wanted to do it again? What was he? A teenager?
“Look, I gotta go,” Cassie said, covering her tits bashfully. “I really, really had fun but let’s not talk about this again. Like you said, let’s not ruin it.”
Tony sighed. “Okay,” he said. “Sure. We’re cool.”
“I’ll send you your half of the money back when I get home,” Cassie said, remembering they had made a deal before the striptease, a time that honestly felt like years ago right now.
“Keep it,” Tony said.
“Huh?” Cassie asked.
“Keep it,” he repeated. “You earned it.”
“I can’t,” Cassie said. “It’s not right. You didn’t get what you paid for.”
“There’s still time,” he said.
Cassie let out a snicker. He was relentless. She looked at the clock. It was 9:15 p.m. She’d only been here for a little over an hour but, already, so much had happened.
“Oh yeah?” Cassie asked. “Time for what?”
Tony paid for an hour of her time but, in truth, she only gave him about 20 minutes of the escort experience he ordered. She could just say ‘fuck it’ and let him get the other 40. Let him get the “full experience” they both wanted.
No. She had to say no. She had to be strong enough to stop this for both their sakes.
“You know what I mean,” Tony continued, careful to choose his next words delicately. “Like I said, that was amazing. It was exactly what I wanted but I want so much more. Look at me. I’m already rock hard again.”
Cassie looked down at her cousin. He was.
“I just …” he trailed off.
“Just what?” she asked.
“Never mind,” he said. “It’s stupid.”
“No,” she said. “Tell me.”
“I just wish you were literally anyone else in the world,” he said. “I want to do so many things to you right now.”
Cassie stifled a laugh. She knew she shouldn’t have had that reaction, especially not to her cousin’s face, but she couldn’t help herself. It’s one thing to give someone a little strip tease. It’s quite another to actually fuck them. There’s an entire strip club industry that operates on that distinction. And those girls aren’t dealing with relatives.