Business

If someone had asked her why she said it, she wouldn't have been able to tell them a reason. Emma had entertained the fantasy before, even engaged in it a bit yesterday, but she couldn't explain why she answered with, "Business."

It seemed the correct one though. Michael's eye's lit up, making Emma more than a bit curious. She would have thought he would have preferred not having to pay.

Michael removed his hand from her crotch and drove on in silence. Apparently you don't have to make small talk when paying for it. Emma watched him navigate the back country roads, a bit of trepidation growing as the scenery became somewhat familiar.

Mike turned the car off onto the small side road, headed towards the secluded spot they used yesterday. Emma wondered how many prostitutes Mike had been here with. Then she wondered how many prostitutes this town could even have.

"Get in the back seat." Mike said, exiting the driver side and removing his tie.

Emma silently obeyed. Mike opened the door opposite her, "Ass up."

Emma looked at him for a second. Then she turned to face away from him and got on all fours on the backseat. Mike ran his hands over her jeans, roughly groping her butt. Emma was weirdly aroused by the treatment, and lack of control. She knew she wasn't really a prostitute, that she could balk at any moment. But she wanted to see how far she could go, how far Mike would take things. She silently let the married man feel her ass, deciding to see how deep down the rabbit hole she could go.

"Same prices as yesterday-" Emma started, then Mike grabbed her ass cheek and cut her off.

"No. You're getting it up the ass." Mike said with a confidence that alarmed yet, aroused her. "Show me your ass and name your price."

Emma, glad that her hangover was all but gone, fidgeted with her pants before exposing her ass, stalling for time. She wasn't sure about any of this, or anything at all lately, but part of her just wanted to submit.