The Whispering Willow Adult Entertainment Store

The sign was a willow tree forming a woman’s leg, the roots shaped like a heel, then branching out at what should have been the waist into a truly impressive bush.

The leg on the sign was of somewhat less interest than the pair of legs by his side, but with his mind mostly clear again and his dick back in his pants, he was able to keep his eyes on the main goal and his voice was steady, “This place is a bit upscale for what I was thinking,” he said, one hand resting on Ebony’s thigh as he continued to treat Ivory like a chauffeur.

“Appearances can be deceiving. Take you for instance, I’d never have seen you as any sorta match for a girl like Ebony,” Ivory said in what she clearly thought was a velvety turn of the verbal knife.

With that, she sealed her fate in Ken’s eyes. Where before it had been an indulgence for his new (and favorite, ever) pet, with three words, ‘girl like Ebony,’ she earned all the humiliation and pain and shame that he was going to inflict upon her. Maybe later she’d be able to earn some pleasure, but he would take exactly the reverse course he’d taken with Ebony and not just because Ivory was going to be on the bottom of their little chain.

Instead of tensing, muscles that had been tensed from the fucking Ebony had just given him, were untensing and a cold smile twisted his lips as his eyes swept over to Ebony, for once ignoring her buxom frame to focus immediately on her face, which was still and frozen. “There are times when appearances entirely describe the subject,” his hand came to rest on Ebony’s knee and his words penetrated her frozen rage and the tone, which made it precisely clear who he felt was thinking acted exactly as her appearance suggested and that it didn’t suggest anything good.

“Which is this?” Ebony asked, her deadly anger gone, replaced with amusement and a certainty that Ken was very definitely on her side and her **** would be…thorough.

Ivory shrugged (not at all to herself, which did interesting things to her impressive chest). She didn’t even realize she’d been offensive, “Come inside and I’ll show you around,” she said, getting out of the car.

With a raised brow, Ken followed Ebony out of the car, before he could move, she was snuggled up against his side again, one arm wrapped around his shoulders while the other hooked in the top of the miniskirt he’d given her, hip thrust out, breast pressed against him, her pose was blatantly sensual. Ken’s hand joined hers on her hip and they walked into the store.