Bad Girls Don’t Love
AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN
BAD GIRLS DON’T LOVE
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The sleek girl suddenly slid off the pedestal and stood facing him. She was so well-formed, so breathlessly flawless that he wondered dully how a girl as breath-taking as this could be a prostitute.
She was wearing only a G-string that rode high on her hips, accentuating the core of her essence. Her hands moved slowly across her breasts as she bit her lower lip, then she turned slowly as her hands slid across the flat plains of her belly, and he almost gasped when he saw how perfect her derriere was, twin mounds of absolute beauty that almost made him put his hands on them.
Rashid sighed when she turned around again and reached for his hand. He stepped away from her with a gentle smile on his face and shook his head once. She raised her eyebrows at him.
“What does that mean?” she asked softly, and he was thrilled by her sweet melodious voice, and once again he found himself wondering why a girl as beautiful and as elegant as this would be doing something this distasteful. “You shaking your head, I don’t understand that.”
Rashid smiled again.
“I’m sorry. I have a fiancée, a girl I love.”
Her beautiful eyes went dark for a moment, then she put her head to one side and regarded him.
“So, why are you here then?”
He shrugged.
“I didn’t know we were coming here. Supposed to be a Bachelor’s Night, filled with harmless fun.”
She raised her eyebrows.
“Oh, you consider fucking me harmful?” she asked, and her voice was cold now.
“No, I didn’t mean it like that,” Rashid said calmly. “I meant sex isn’t supposed to be on the menu.”
She looked more puzzled.
“Your friends also have girlfriends, don’t they?”
“I don’t know about Joe, but the other two have, yes.”
“Oh, are you the one getting married?”
He shook his head.
“No,” he said. “I’m going to be the Best Man.”
“And if the one getting married is getting his dick wet, how are you now pontificating to me?”
That made Rashid a bit angry, but he kept his cool and shoved his hands into his pocket.
“That’s him,” he said calmly. “And this is me. I don’t cheat.”
She laughed softly at that, and her laugh was like a heavenly tingle, so sweet and melodious, making her cheeks dimple slightly.
“All men cheat, mister,” she said finally.
“Most men, and I’ll agree with that, but I don’t.”
“That’s a lie,” she said teasingly. “I saw the way you looked at me. You were desiring me.”
“True, I won’t lie about that,” Rashid said and took another step from her. “You’re an exceedingly beautiful woman, and if I didn’t have a fiancée, I probably would have had you on a bed by now. But I can’t hurt my woman like that.”
“Wow,” she said with a tiny shake of her head, her expression one of wonder. “She must be a very lucky girl indeed. You’re the first man I’ve met who is trying to reject me. You know your three hours fun with me has been paid for already, don’t you? Three thousand cedis is a lot of money to waste, dear.”
Rashid’s eyes popped open with surprise.
“You charge a thousand cedis for an hour?”
“Discounted because it is Bachelor’s Night,” she said without batting an eye. “Usually goes for thousand five hundred. Don’t tell me you intend to waste that money.”
“You should refund it to Joe then,” Rashid said, feeling rather uncomfortable suddenly.
“Non-refundable, baby,” she said and moved close to him, then slipped her arms around his waist and pressed her breasts against his chest. “So, you better make good use of it. I can show you heaven, baby. Do things to you that your angelic girlfriend might probably never do to you.”
Her hands moved down across his groin and grabbed his lance, which was semi-erect now, but he moved quickly away from her and shook his head sadly.
“I’m sorry, no.”
She frowned and giggled.
“Are you for real?” she asked, puzzled. “Are you gay? Or maybe you’re just impotent?”
He shook his head at her.
“Why can’t you just understand that I have a girl I love, and will never cheat on her?”
Their eyes clashed, and for the first time he saw a flash of fury in the depths of her eyes.
“So, your friend’s money goes waste?” she asked, and her voice had frosted over.
“He should have asked me first. The fact that he assumed I’m that cheap angers me, quite frankly,” Rashid said and looked at the door. “But, it is not a waste. You get to keep it for free. Now, if you will excuse me, I will leave now.”
Her eyes widened, and she suddenly rushed past him and locked the door, then she pulled out the key, turned and grinned at him seductively. Rashid’s face was a little cold as he looked at her.
“Why did you do that? I want to leave, please.”
“Sure, baby, just take the key and leave,” she said, then pulled the white G-string and dropped the key into it, bang to her heated core. She pulled the strap tight and approached him with a smile on her lips.
“All you have to do is pull my G-string open, dip your hand down into my pussy, and fish out the key.”
Rashid’s handsome face was now worried as he passed a hand across it with a sigh.
“Why are you doing this?” he asked softly.
“There’s a second option, though,” she said quickly. “There’s a bottle of strawberry wine. You share a cup with me, and afterwards I’ll open the door for you to leave.”
“Why?” he asked suspiciously. “Moreover, I rarely drink alcohol. Tonight in particular, I would be driving the guys back, so I don’t want to take alcohol at all.”
She headed for a low glass-topped and elegant table in one corner where a bottle of wine was propped up in an ice bucket.
“It is non-alcoholic, dear,” she said gently and looked over her shoulder to wink at him. “We don’t drink on the job too. And, I do like you now. I think you’re a gem of a man, and your fiancée should be proud of you. Come, I won’t try to suck you.”
She laughed that wonderful, melodious tingle again, and he smiled with relief.
She sat on the cushions and poured the drinks.
“Come, sit beside me,” she said.
He stood looking down at her.
“Could you cover up a bit?” Rashid asked.
She looked at him and smiled.
“Dear Lord, but you should be a Saint for real. Please, pass me the robe over there.”
He picked up a white, silky robe from one of the cushions, and she stood up with her back to him so that he would help her slip it across her shoulders. Standing behind her, he once again marvelled at how exquisitely beautiful she was. That shape was flawless, and the thrust of her buttocks simply took his breath away.
He held the robe as she slipped her arms through, then she belted it across and turned to him with a smile on her face.
“Better now, pastor?” she asked.
Rashid smiled at that and nodded.
“The name’s Rashid,” he said gently. “Rashid Braimah.”
She held out a beautiful hand.
“Pleased to meet you, Rashid,” she said, smiling, and her cheeks dimpled slightly again. “You can call me Ella. Ella Silk.”
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