Erin joins the house

Jake's meeting with Erin had been planned for a little bar called "The Hideout". Jessica had described it as a place where working girls can feel at home. He wasn't quite sure what that meant, but when he entered and detected the feel in the air, Jake realized that half of the the patrons were likely prostitutes and the other half "Johns".

He couldn't find Erin initially; the place was packed, standing room only. He pushed his way through the crowd, getting more than his share of hopeful glances from women -- and men, too -- who were likely wondering if he was shopping for a date.

Suddenly he heard his name called with surprise. He looked down into the booth near him and found Erin looking up to him with a pleasant look. After a moment, her expression slipped to one of surprise, then shock, as Jake knew that she was coming to understand that he was not simply a patron of the bar, but instead was her date for dinner and drinks.

It took Erin a moment to realize who the handsome man coming towards her was. Jessica had promised a good client. The client was their guidance councilor. She had no idea what Jessica was thinking, this was insane. She'd blurted out his name before she caught herself but she tried to get up and leave the bar as quick as she could trying to push past him through the crowd.

(OOC -- I forgot to put a day at the top of my first post. Let's assume that this is Jake's first meeting with one of the girls, first after Jessica, of course; and we can place it for Monday Night.)

Jake caught Erin's arm at the elbow and asked quickly, "Why the hurry, Erin. I thought we were here to talk."

The crowd was thick and the two of them were jostled against one another. Jake grabbed at Erin, trying to maintain his balance and aid her against the masses as well; it caused their bodies to press against one another in a way a School Counselor and his student shouldn't.

Jake had a sudden flash back to pressing his body against other young women. His time with Jessica that previous Wednesday night had been absolutely magical; and his cuddling with and groping of his college age neighbor Saturday night -- something that had ended before being completed when her room mate returned -- had only helped to fuel his ego and clarify his direction in life.

Direction in life...? he wondered. Is wanting to get laid every night by another beautiful, young woman a direction in life...? It wasn't just about him, of course; he wanted to help others -- other men he knew, men with money, men who wouldn't hesitate to part with it -- get laid as well, but only because he knew that helping them part with their cash helped the students he was supervising ... and helping them meant more possibilities of getting laid himself.

It might not be a direction ... but it's still not a bad idea...

The crush pushing them together -- which Jake didn't mind at all but suspected was not exactly what Erin had wanted as she was fleeing the bar past him -- lessened a bit. Jake looked to Erin's face -- my god, what a beautiful face -- and asked, "Can we talk some place ... some place quieter...?"

(OOC -- If she suggests a place, he will go; just write it up. Is she wants to flee, I will write a response.)

It was the nightmare scenario for Erin. This was well over being found out by her mother. If that happened the booze-soaked bitch could get as self-righteous as she pleased. Erin was of age and made more than enough money to afford an apartment. Her councillor though, he could amend records, call cops, call schools. She could forget getting into a college if a background check turned up a conviction for prostitution.

Few people here didn't know what this bar was all about but mind of them knew her real name or who she was. If he made a scene...

Erin turned and headed for the back Ben let her use one of the store rooms for quick blowjobs and she led Jake to it. The eight by ten room wasn't all that big but Erin crossed the room after locking the door. "And what is it that you think we have to talk about?"

"Business," Jake answered quickly. Your business ... and the one I'm about to enter. Listen, Erin. I know what you do ... and I have a suspicion why you do it. Times are tough, and we all have to work with what we have. What you have..."

He looked her up and down again and shook his head lightly. "...is a body that just won't stop ... and, I would guess, the knowledge of what to do with it to get what you want. I want to help you ... to get what you want, I mean."

"I already get what I want," she said. She leaned to the side and her black dress inched up one of her thighs. "I don't need a pimp, I don't want a pimp. I don't need some parasite taking a cut for doing nothing more than promising not to beat me."

"Parasite?" Jake asked, a chuckle emitting with the word. He mused, "Parasite ... hmm, been called a lot of things in my life ... but never that one."

Jake looked around the room. It was poorly lit, with just a a single light bulb dangling from the ceiling by its cord and the indirect light of a street lamp shining through a seven high up window. It looked like any common store room -- the school was littered with them -- with the exception of a nasty looking recliner in a corner which had a bed sheet-looking cloth tossed over the top of it. Jake wondered whether some bar employee used it on break; or maybe it was where some self-conscious waitress hid away her intoxicated boyfriend until she'd closed the bar down and could drag the embarrassment out without being thought a loser.

Then Jake considered another use for it, and looked to Erin. A smirk began to fill his lips, and try as he might, he couldn't suppress it totally. He contemplated his continued solicitation of Erin as the whore house's first worker. Well, second, that is. Jessica's already in.

And thinking about Jessica led him to his approach with Erin. He crossed past the girl slowly, passing close without touching her and stopped to stand just before the old recliner. "You say you already get what you want, Erin...?"

He turned to face her ... and began unbuckling his pants. "You probably do. And I applaud you for that. But ... I think I can help you get more. But ... in exchange ... I want something I want, too."

He unbuttoned, then unzipped his pants, pulled them and his boxers down to reveal his quickly hardening penis, and sat back into the chair. His eyes never left her eyes; he watched her every emotion. As he relaxed and parted his knees, he said, "I need to see what you can do. I need to know if you're skilled if you are going to because a ... let's use the word partner ... in our little operation."

Jake expected her to tell him to go suck his self off, and he was going to wait for her to tell him to do so before he dropped his atomic bomb. But, just as in his favorite movie "Doctor Strangelove", a weapon of deterrence only deters if the enemy knows you have it. So, he explained to her bluntly, "Of course, if you aren't interested in ... interviewing ... you can always come to my office tomorrow ... and we'll review the letters of reference you submitted with your college applications. There may have been some ... irregularities."

And there it was. She'd known it was coming. It was the only leverage he had so why not push it. She grimaced at him, not bothering to hide her disdain. She wanted to slap the smirk off his face. He was enjoying the bit of power he had over her. Erin was used to being the one in charge, the one with the power, the one being desired and pursued. To find herself on the other side of things, the one being pursued and now completely cornered was not fun.

"Do you always recruit new partners by blackmailing them," she asked. She knew what he wanted, and was sure she'd have to give it to him. She couldn't risk him ruining her chances at college. She figured she could antagonize him a little, he wanted her on her knees, not to destroy her. Well... at least not until he'd gotten his rocks off.

"Do you always recruit new partners," Erin asked, "by black mailing them?"

Jake considered the question for a moment. It was ironic that she asked that question; this new life of his -- this new life of theirs -- had, of course, begun with black mail. So, in a sense, the answer to the question was yes, I do.. But, it hadn't been his habit over the years to extort people, so in a sense...

"No, Erin," he answered, continuing a bit tongue-in-cheek with, "I only want to verifying your skills."

He smiled broadly,and made a "come and get it" gesture toward him groin.

"So if I suck your cock, I can walk away and this is over?" She asked.

"Walk away...?" he asked, his tone like that of a hurt child learning someone had eaten his candy. "Why would..."

He hesitated, realizing She doesn't want in ... She's gonna get you off ... then get out...? Jake was disappointed -- not that she didn't want to blow him, because he knew she didn't want to do that, but because she didn't seem to have any interest in joining him, Jessica, and the others. Or ... does she mean just suck me ... and then consider the idea without any other verification of skills at this time?

No, no; she meant, I don't want to be part of your stupid little whore house, he was certain. That put a crimp in his plans ... and, he realized suddenly, took the air out of his erection. He reached up to his head and ran his fingers over his skull, as if satisfying an itch; but the move was actually to allow him to glance down at his erection, finding it still pointing proudly toward the ceiling. He hated the idea that he might deflate before Erin after he'd so bluntly made it clear that she was going to be servicing him ... or else.

But, he knew this wasn't going to happen. He wasn't trying to black mail sex out of her. Well ... actually ... you were, Jake! Yes, he wanted to get blown by this beautiful creature; his primary goal in this whole adventure was sex! The whore house, the security and safety, the creation of an expanded clientele base ... he was doing it all for the benefit of the girls' futures ... so that he would benefit in bed!

But ...

Jake's cocky smirk faded, and he stood slowly, beginning to tuck and hide and zip and button. "Never mind, Erin. I went about this wrong. Forget it. I, um ..."

As he continued redressing he cleared his throat, picturing himself as the little dog in the fight running away with its tail between its legs. There's gotta be a way that you can salvage this...

"I went about this wrong," he continued, trying to hold back the defeated tone. "I thought that maybe if you ... you know, if we ..."

He buckled his belt, and he was as he had been when he'd walked into the room. He looked to her; she was so beautiful and, he knew now, so strong. He would love to have someone like that in his life, a confident young woman who knew what she wanted from the start, unlike his newest Ex, who'd taken their relationship in one direction for two years, then suddenly taken a different path, leaving Jake standing at the junction.

He cleared his throat again and asked firmly, "Would you be interested in talking about this some more if we returned to the bar ... or ... maybe a quiet diner or something..."

"Walk away...?" he asked, his tone like that of a hurt child learning someone had eaten his candy. "Why would..."

He hesitated, realizing She doesn't want in ... She's gonna get you off ... then get out...? Jake was disappointed -- not that she didn't want to blow him, because he knew she didn't want to do that, but because she didn't seem to have any interest in joining him, Jessica, and the others. Or ... does she mean just suck me ... and then consider the idea without any other verification of skills at this time?

No, no; she meant, I don't want to be part of your stupid little whore house, he was certain. That put a crimp in his plans ... and, he realized suddenly, took the air out of his erection. He reached up to his head and ran his fingers over his skull, as if satisfying an itch; but the move was actually to allow him to glance down at his erection, finding it still pointing proudly toward the ceiling. He hated the idea that he might deflate before Erin after he'd so bluntly made it clear that she was going to be servicing him ... or else.

But, he knew this wasn't going to happen. He wasn't trying to black mail sex out of her. Well ... actually ... you were, Jake! Yes, he wanted to get blown by this beautiful creature; his primary goal in this whole adventure was sex! The whore house, the security and safety, the creation of an expanded clientele base ... he was doing it all for the benefit of the girls' futures ... so that he would benefit in bed!

But ...

Jake's cocky smirk faded, and he stood slowly, beginning to tuck and hide and zip and button. "Never mind, Erin. I went about this wrong. Forget it. I, um ..."

As he continued redressing he cleared his throat, picturing himself as the little dog in the fight running away with its tail between its legs. There's gotta be a way that you can salvage this...

"I went about this wrong," he continued, trying to hold back the defeated tone. "I thought that maybe if you ... you know, if we ..."

He buckled his belt, and he was as he had been when he'd walked into the room. He looked to her; she was so beautiful and, he knew now, so strong. He would love to have someone like that in his life, a confident young woman who knew what she wanted from the start, unlike his newest Ex, who'd taken their relationship in one direction for two years, then suddenly taken a different path, leaving Jake standing at the junction.

He cleared his throat again and asked firmly, "Would you be interested in talking about this some more if we returned to the bar ... or ... maybe a quiet diner or something..."

Erin folded her arms across her chest. He seemed to have gotten the point she was making. She watched him tuck himself back into his pants, defeated and regrouping. If he did mean to be a pimp he was going to have to learn to respond to defiance differently.

"Get yourself arranged and meet me at my booth," she ordered before turning and leaving without bothering to make sure the coast was clear. She flopped back down in her booth and one of the waitresses, one of the actual, only delivers drinks and won't suck you off in the back waitresses brought her the usual juice masquerading as booze. She thanked the woman and waited for Jake.

She knew he'd get something out of her, but if she could manage it he'd get one suck or a fuck and be gone. Tomorrow she'd be free to find Jessica and kill the bitch

(OOC -- Kill the bitch, I love it. Oh, glassfireflies is going to be upset with me when she gets back to write.)

Jake headed to the Mens room, taking a moment to slap some water on his face and rethink his approach to Erin. He could have insisted on the blow job; her future was in his hands and his to play with, so he might as well give her something to play with as well. Why'd you back out, Jake? He knew what the reason was; he was soft, to compassionate. A week ago tonight, in the bed room of his apartment, he'd given Jessica a way out, too; he'd stood right there with her removing her clothes and handed the incriminating pictures back to her -- before getting laid! -- giving her the ability to walk out of his life. Why?

Because you're a good guy, Jake ... and you're not built for this kind of shit!

What was he doing? Creating a whore house? Are you kidding? He was a High School Guidance Counselor ... and, truth be told, not a very good one at that. He'd always blamed his so-so history on the school itself; for years, it had ranked just below average for graduation rates, as well as for students going onward to higher education. It's not your fault, he'd told himself all that time. You work with whatcha got!

Then, a few years earlier, the restructure -- dividing the school into several Charter Schools -- brought about significant improvement. Test scores rose, graduation rates soared; the number of students going on to university, technical schools, or other higher education doubled, becoming one of the highest in the state.

And, his ego getting in the way again, Jake gave himself some of the credit. His students liked him, and those that he advised did far better than Harrison High's average.

But he couldn't get ahead -- in fact, he'd been passed over for promotion three times -- and his confidence dropped as his apathy rose ... and he lost his girl ... and he ended up in bars at night, drinking and staring at waitresses and bar flies, who themselves wouldn't even fuck him.

And then he discovered Jessica -- the true Jessica -- and decided, Enough is enough!

Yes. That's where you are, so sniveling sap. You're creating a whore house. You're taking control. You're the man! Get this done, get your act together ... get out there and get Erin!

He stood tall before the bathroom mirror, puffing out his chest -- laughing at his feigned bravado -- then turned and returned to the bar, looking for Erin. He ordered a drink from a passing waitress, then dropped into Erin's booth. He looked into her eyes confidently and smiled.

"I'm starting a business. Call it a brothel. Call it a whore house. Call it ... what you will. I'm creating opportunities for girls ... women--" He left out that there were males involved, but only because it didn't seem relevant at the moment, not intentional. "--who want to better their future. Erin ... you're a whore. I don't say that maliciously. We're all whores. Every day, I go into that school and get fucked by an Administration that doesn't give a shit about the fact that my students lead the pack at Harrison."

He was tempted to start spitting out the numbers that he'd reminded himself of in the Mens Room, but didn't; Erin wouldn't care, not now, and probably never, so going over them would only be to boost his own moral and resolve.

"So ... "I'm sorry for ... that!" He glanced toward the hallway leading back to the storage room with the not-totally-comfortable chair. "That was ... poorly executed. But that doesn't change the fact that you and I are both whores, in our own rights. We should be working together to achieve better things. I would like--"

He didn't mean to, but he allowed his eyes to drop to her chest, and -- despite trying to keep this latest approach as professional as he could -- Jake couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have the beautiful redhead's legs wrapped around his back as they screamed together in ecstasy.

"I would like us to ... talk about this. Doesn't have to be now. Doesn't have to be tomorrow. Talk to Jessica." If Jake had known how Erin was feeling about Jessica at that moment, he might not have suggested such an action, but Jessica seemed pretty keen on the whore house concept, so sending Erin to her only made sense. "She'll tell you that I only have the best in mind for all of you. And as far as..." He again glanced back toward the hallway, then felt his face warm up with a slight blush. "...that ... I only ... you're a beautiful young woman ... and you're a professional ... and ... well ... I wanted to experience you."

Jake looked up to find the waitress standing at the booth, listening with a wide smile. Jesus, how long has she been there...? The woman set Jake's order down, gave each of them a knowing glance, then departed.

Jake looked back to Erin, hesitated for a moment, hopeful that she would accept his knew approach while simultaneously fearful that she would simply tell him to fuck off, then asked, "So ... what do you think...?

The waitress had heard most of it, then again she had directed more than a few customers Erin's way and could quote her prices from heart so the redhead didn't care if the waitress overheard. It wasn't that great though since she would probably tell Ben what he overheard.

"Why should I bother with you?" Erin asked defiantly. He may still have the leash of knowing her secret but the she drew attention to that, or acted like it existed at all the less likely he was to try and yank on it. "Look around you. I've got a safe place to work. Its full of people who can pay what I charge, and the guy runs this place doesn't charge much." Truthfully Ben's cut wasn't that much and he usually waived it when he wanted a piece. He was a considerate lover who made sure she had a good time and his long thin cock was the easiest ass fuck she usually had. After almost a year of whoring herself letting Ben bugger her was just the cost of doing business.

"Why should I bother with you?" She reiterated. "And if you want to experience me get out your wallet. That's how whores work."

"Why should I bother with you?" Erin continued her fight. "Look around you..."

He listened as she described the environment available to her already. Why should I bother with you?"

She's right, Jake told himself. Even Jessica had told Jake of The Hideout's assistance to the working girls and guys; but, at the time, Jake had never imagined that the bar and grill would end up being competition for his ability to brings whores into his fold.

What can you offer her, Jake. Make her an offer; there's gotta be something you can give her that some bar can't. Then, the obvious came to him; his job.

But before he could contemplate a answer, Erin continued, "And if you want to experience me get out your wallet. That's how whores work."

Jake smiled. You're kidding, right? He was here trying to create a better life for her, and she was telling him to get out his money? Then, he reminded himself that he was only indirectly trying to help them to a brighter future, while directly trying to help himself to their warm pussies and experienced mouths.

You're organizing a whore house ... and you're hesitating to pay a woman for sex...? Really? Jake scanned the bar, looking for prying eyes -- then quickly reminded himself that The Hideout was a hooker bar! He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his wad of bills. "How much?"

Erin began quoting prices, but Jake stopped her with a raised hand. "I just want to go down on you."

Her reaction ... well, he wasn't sure what it meant. Prostitutes normally pleasured their clients, not the other way around. But Jake wanted something different; he wanted to eat out this beautiful, sexy, young red head. He'd fantasized about doing so since almost the first day he'd ever ween her at Harrison. Oral was something he'd always been good at -- no girl friend had ever been left unsatisfied, and only a few one-nighters had seemed to not get dessert when he dropped between their thighs.

In his fantasies, Erin screamed in ecstasy, then begged him to stop, until finally she was screaming again; they'd waken the neighbors -- specifically the girls next door -- and even drawn the cops, only to find them eager to join, at which point all four of them spent the night moaning and groaning and screaming out the Lords names in way his preacher would not appreciate.

Knowing her now as a whore, he doubted the fantasy would become reality. But he didn't care; he just wanted to put his lips to her lips and taste that 18 year old pussy that he'd been dreaming so often about ... for so long.

Erin was caught off guard by his request. She could count the number of times she'd had a customer specifically ask to eat her pussy on one hand and she wouldn't have needed all five fingers to do it.

She was torn, Mr. Jacobs certainly had the leverage he needed to simply force her hand. If it came down to, 'Work for me or I out you,' she wouldn't have a choice. A certain degree of force with him was keeping him from playing that card though, and giving him some of what he wanted might keep him on her good side enough to do the trick.

"Fifty," she quoted him. Oral was oral after all.

"Fifty," Erin answered him.

Jake stood and gave an after you gesture. "Shall we...?"



Jake's apartment:

It took longer for the pair of them to drive to Jake's apartment than it had for Jessica to blow, then fuck her customer the week before. As they drove, Jake had nearly quipped Do you charge for mileage, too, but considering how the night had already been going, humor was probably inappropriate.

He'd expected her to object -- she was, after all, on the clock -- but she sat next to him in silence for the long drive. He couldn't be certain, but he thought maybe she was putting up with him because, whether she wanted to admit it or not, she was interested in learning more about his offer. Or ... was that all wishful thinking.

Now here, Jake opened a bottle of wine as Erin looked about the place. Again Jake was uncertain; was she interested, was she just biding her time, or was she casing the apartment. That one made him chuckle a bit; it would be just his luck, bringing home a thief. He returned from the kitchen, eyed her for a moment, then headed for the bedroom, asking politely, "Shall we get started?"

Erin rarely went farther than the parking lot for a blowjob. The back store rooms or the johns car was usually good enough. She'd even sucked a few guys off in the dark corner booths from time to time. Ben hadn't been amused and had taken it out on her ass but she didn't mind. Blowjobs were the most profitable act she performed in terms of dollars per hour, but they were only worth it if the turn over was high. Her average john couldn't ruin her college career before it even began though so Mr. Jacobs got some special consideration.

His apartment was decent if not spectacular. She hoped this would be a one time visit but when he left she carefully looked it over anyway. She might be back some time for some reason so casing the joint was just good business.

When he returned she took the offered glass and followed him to the bedroom. "You do realize I'm too young to drink," she asked as they entered his bedroom. She headed right for his bed and sat down, crossing her legs and making her short black dress ride up her thighs as she sipped the wine. "You could get in a lot if trouble."

Jake laughed heartily. "For serving you alcohol...? Yeah ... if that was the worst trouble this night offered me..."

He let the thought die off as she took a seat on his bed. Her skirt rode high, revealing her thighs to the point that he could see the roundness of her buttocks. She was so beautiful, so sexy; he was torn by the conflict of knowing that he would never bed a young woman like this out in the "real world" but knowing her as a whore meant that anyone with the cash could.

He took a moment to ogle her, pouring wine into the glasses held together in one hand. "Will you undress for me please?". He stepped back and sat in his favorite chair, then pointed to the antique couch he'd had recovered recently. "I want so see you naked ... there, please.

(OOC -- Remember the pic of Erin on the couch naked...? Mmmm... Tasty.)

He was well beyond what fifty would have gotten him any other day but given the situation Erin wasn't going to argue. There was too much at stake. Coach Stebbins was something else, he had no clue what she did on the side. As far as he knew she was just some slut who liked to sleep in. Besides thanks to the magic of a smartphone with a camera she had him whether he knew it or not.

Erin was a professional in every sense of the word though and being blackmailed or not she didn't have it in her to be a bad lay. She got off the bed and slowly strutted towards the couch, her round bottom swaying exageratedly with each step. When she got to it she kept her back to her highschool councillor and her feet shoulder width apart as her hips and butt kept swaying to music only she could hear. She slowly drew each arm through the dress' straps and pushed the clingy black fabric down until it bunched up over her hips. A combination of youth and a stingy puberty meant she had no need for a bra most of the time and her was treated to her bare alabaster back as she bent over and pushed the dress down her hips until it puddled on the floor. A thin line of black lace split her cheeks as her high heels showed off her legs and ass spectacularly.

She left her panties on as she sank down on the couch, drapping herself over it, one leg propped up on the cushion while the other foot rested on the floor. A silver barbell glittered in each nipple she smirked at him. "You're only paying fifty, you'll have to some of the work," she taunted him with a glance down at her nearly transparent panties, a small patch of trimmed res hair barely evident over her slit.

Jake watched in silence, and awe, as Erin shed her clothes, almost with the flare an old time strip tease act. He loved watching women remove their clothes playfully -- something his Ex had never liked to do, unfortunately -- and was enjoying Erin's show very much. She was such a beauty to begin with, and pushing her dress off the gather about her feet, leaving her in nothing but a tiny thong, was almost to much, almost enough to drive Jake to take her without another moment's hesitation.

But he resisted, and when she was at last reclined back onto the couch, instructing him to remove the last item -- the nearly-see-through thong that did little to hide her already moistening pussy -- he set the wine bottle aside and began to shed a few of his own clothes.

Tossing aside his jacket and outer shirt, then stepping out of his slip-on Hush Puppies, Jake approached Erin, his gaze taking a walk over the flawless, fair skin of her youthful figure. He dropped to his knees beside her, hesitating for a long moment; his mind was racing with all of the things he wanted to do to her. He was on a sexual high, after Jessica, the Coed next door, Kari, and Jin; his ego had never been so pumped, his body never so anxious to please and be pleased.

He considered spending a few minutes caressing her, fondling her ... probing her. But he'd paid to go down on her -- just go down on her, and he was determined to keep their engagement restricted to that one act ... tonight, anyway. He reached to her hips, taking the waist straps of her thong into his fingers. He urged her to lift up, and when she did, he pulled the tiny pair of panties from her, sliding them ever-so-slowly down her luscious legs and passed her ankles.

He rose to his feet again, backing up a step toward a book cabinet. He just stared at
Erin for a long moment; she wore a smirk that could have meant anything -- Jake suspected it meant I'm more than you deserve, Counselor-man, to which he would have agreed if she's spoken it.

He couldn't wait anymore. Jake moved back to her, dropped beside the couch, and pulled her right leg from the left, opening her glistening pussy to him. He simply stared at it for yet another long moment. He hadn't taken the time this past week to appreciate the gold mines of the other girls -- or for that matter, any of his previous Lovers -- and now examining the swollen, pink folds -- Jake wondered why not.

He looked to Erin's face -- but only briefly, beginning to feel self conscious about his ogling of the teenage whore's asset -- then lowered his body, slipped a hand to his target, parted her labia, and immediately took her into his mouth, setting forth to pleasure Erin as if she was the love of his life, not a teenage hooker for whom fifty bucks was changing hands.

He could lick a pussy, Erin had to give him that. She'd wondered if he was going to stare at her cunt all day when he'd spread her legs but then he'd dove in with relish. Erin had suppressed a delighted squeal, keeping it to a sensuous moan as he went to work. She wrapped both her legs over his shoulders and pressed the balls of her feet into his shoulder blades forcing him deeper.