Aftercare

Emma emerges from the master bath in the borrowed shirt and nothing else. There is a gourmet dinner laid out on the table. Christopher is again sharply dressed, as though he hadn’t buried his absolute unit to the hilt in her tight throat an hour ago. Emma sits opposite him. “This meal looks incredible! I didn’t take you for the cooking type, Christopher. Shouldn’t you have a live-in chef for this kind of thing?”

Christopher is slicing the food on his plate with a deft touch. “The purpose of money is to free up time for what’s important. I happen to enjoy cooking, so I make the time for it. What about you, Emma? What do you enjoy?”

Emma takes a minute. “I suppose I’m a bit of nerdy girl. When I start something, I can’t help but work to be the best at it. I’ve always excelled in all my classes, graduated high school as the valedictorian, and now that I’m sharing my mouth on Suckr I strive to be the best at sucking dick. Some would call it a personality flaw.”

Christopher chuckles and takes a bite.

Emma continues. “Full time school and work doesn’t leave much time for hobbies or a social life. I don’t go on a lot of dates, among other things.”

“I’m glad you went on this one then.”

“How come? If money’s no object, why don’t you simply order 20 Suckr girls every hour day and night? I might not be the dating type myself, but I think typically a guy makes a girl dinner before she puts out, not after. What’s your angle?”

Christopher leans back. “Like you said, Emma, you’re the best at sucking dick. More than that, you’re a total package. Smart, clever, witty, beautiful, throat like a designer vacuum. None of the other girls fit my dick half as well as you do, and they are all missing that certain sparkle that you happen to have.”

Emma blushes. “You have a way with words, Christopher. Still, my tuition is steep and unlike some idle rich I can’t afford to graduate buried in debt. You didn’t answer my question. What’s your angle? Why are you wining and dining a college girl like me who happens to be good at blowjobs? Is this about exclusivity?”

“No, not exclusivity. What I’m looking for is primacy, Emma. I deserve to have my dick sucked by the best cocksucker to ever live. That’s you. I may not need that every hour and I may not even need it every day, but I expect you to be there at the right hour. More than that, I enjoy your company. You are younger than me, but I would love to call on you for social occasions.”

Christopher wipes at something with a silk napkin. “Now, exclusivity is counter-productive. A guy needs to time 10,000 markets to time the right market. A girl needs to suck 10,000 dicks to suck dick at Carnegie Hall. I’m not a fool. You are the best because you suck a lot of dick, and I would never deny that to you. I may deserve your throat, but you deserve a chance to work on your art and let it flourish. A girl like you needs her hobbies.”

Emma listens with those big eyes of hers.

He continues. “If that sounds intriguing, I can make a discreet contribution to our alma mater. You will wake up to find your student residence renamed to Christopher’s Dorm for Very Clever Girls and you may also find that Officer Garcia fired into the Sun. If not, well, I’ve said my piece. What do you think, Emma?”

Emma leans back and lets her shirt fall open. “That does not sound half bad at all. I do hope Officer Garcia is fired into the Sun during the day, not at night.”

Christopher chuckles. “Of course. The Sun is much too cool at night.”

Emma plays with strand of her hair. “If I agree, do I call you Sugar Daddy?”

Christopher leans in. “Yes, sugar baby, you do. There’s one thing you’re mistaken about, though.”

“What’s that?”

“Putting out before dinner doesn’t give you a pass from putting out after dinner, baby. You’d better kneel. It’s time for dessert.”

Emma drops to her knees and opens her mouth. “Yes, Daddy.”