“You know we can’t do that,” she said pointedly, finally finding her bra and strapping it back on.
“I know,” he replied.
“It’s bad enough we did this,” she said. “I don’t know how we’d feel if we went further.”
“I’d love to find out.” Tony said, rubbing his dick through his pants.
“Quit that,” Cassie said, averting her eyes. “I don’t want to think about you stroking your dick.”
“I can’t help it,” Tony said. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop. I don’t want to make this weird.”
“Thank you,” she said.
“Seriously, though, that lap dance was insane,” he said. “If that’s how you dance, I can’t even begin to imagine how you fuck.”
Cassie laughed. In literally any other context, that comment from a family member would have offended her beyond belief. Now, it seemed like a genuine compliment.
Cassie started putting her jeans back on and Tony was trying to find a way, any way, to keep this conversation going. Maybe he could somehow wear her down and convince her to take things further if she just stayed a little longer. He already saw her resistance melting. Plus, she had to still be turned on. It’s not like she came yet.
“Fuck, you look so good,” he said.
Cassie smiled.
“I can’t believe we’re talking to each like this,” she said, trying to gloss past the compliment. “What do you think your mom would think? What do you think my mom would say if she knew I felt you getting hard and talked to you like that?”
Tony chuckled. It really was ridiculous.
“Good thing they’ll never know,” he said.
“Yeah,” Cassie nodded. “It was fun. But we can’t tell anyone. They wouldn’t understand.”
“Totally,” Tony said. “Our secret is safe with me. Just tell me one thing. If I had fun … and you had fun … why’d we stop?”
“You know why,” she responded.
Cassie was mostly dressed now. She had put her jeans back on and her shirt was coming soon. In five minutes, she’d freshen up in the bathroom. In ten, she’d say goodbye.
“What if …” Tony started to ask a question but wasn’t brave enough.
“What if what?” she replied.
“What if I paid you more?”
Tony was grasping at ways to keep this going and the one he thought gave him his best shot was making his desire purely transactional. If he could get her to focus on the reason she was here — the money — maybe he could get her to forget about the incest part of this deal.
“I don’t want your money,” she said. “Besides, you already paid me. I can’t take more of it.”
“Well, yeah, I gave you $1,200,” he said. “But you already agreed to give me half of that back. What if I let you keep the original $600, the money I was going to tip you and maybe give you more?”
Cassie paused. She didn’t know what to say. On the one hand, she was a little offended. How dare her own cousin think he can pay to fuck her.
On the other … she was an escort so it’s … well, it’s kind of fair play on his part.
“I can’t take your money,” she said. “We shouldn’t have even gone this far. It was wrong and you know it. You might not feel bad right now. I might not feel bad right now but in a few days? In a week? A year? This is fucked up dude. I don’t know how I’m going to feel about this after tonight.”