Role Play by Susan Wright

art, along with my rich playboy persona of “Victor.” It was a rush every time a greedy little slut went to bed with me because she wanted something from me—and they all wanted something, whether it was clothes, money or a good husband who could support them in style. They thought they were taking something from me, so why not take something from them?
    I stayed in the role, taking Sierra’s phone number so I could connect with her later. Then looking at my watch as if I had other places to go, people to see, I got up. “I can help you get a cab.”
    As we walked through the club, my hand went to her bare back, exposed by the halter top. I had to touch her one more time. I could feel her shiver slightly.
    Before she got in to the cab, I gave her a thorough, but quick kiss. Enough to top me off. But not enough to let her feel my desire again. I wasn’t going to give her that satisfaction.
    She looked confused and still turned on. It was a lot to process for a newbie. I felt awful that my first scene in the Chamber with her had been so harsh. But I couldn’t lie to myself and say it didn’t still excite me to remember how close I had come to losing it with her our first time, and how she gave herself over to me completely. In one minute flat.
    She had seen my worst side, but she had come back for more.
    As I watched the cab pull away, I was so whipped up I couldn’t see straight. I started walking home real fast. I had the uncomfortable feeling that my dick would be hard every step of the way, until I could get home and jack off to the thought of her writhing under me as I took her. For tonight, the fantasy would have to be enough.

 
     
    Chapter 7
     
     
    Sierra
     
    I was lost in a haze of lust for the entire cab ride home. Kissing Victor was different than kissing other men. He savored his kisses with me. It didn’t feel like a means to the end of rushing me into sex. The way he looked at me, then leaned in to fervently kiss me again… it was deeper than lust, overwhelming my senses.
    I considered asking the cabby drop me off at the subway station so I wouldn’t have to pay a huge fare, but my outfit was a little too sexy to be riding around alone at night on the subway. Or walking home through the streets from the station.
    So I lay back in luxury, wallowing in the memory of Victor touching me, like it was seared into my skin. It was so erotic, and he hadn’t even tried to grope me as most men would have. Yet I had felt how turned on he was.
    By the time I let myself into my darkened apartment, I was wondering why he didn’t ask me to go home with him.
    Not that I would have. But why didn’t he ask, at least?
    As my post-euphoric state wore off, I started feeling more confused. It was hard to reconcile the Victor of tonight with last week’s Victor. I did understand a little better the assumptions he had made about me at the Chamber. Still, it was seriously twisted. For both of us. I hated myself for being secretly excited by it.
    Under the strange bond formed by that, tonight had happened.
    So here I was roaming aimlessly around my empty apartment, while he was probably off tickling some other girl’s fancy. Maybe he had another date lined up for his Friday night. I was just his happy hour treat. A man like Victor had to have other girls waiting for his call.
    That was probably why he had gone cold once I stopped him. He wasn’t used to being denied by a woman.
    I wondered if I would hear from him again. Now that things had been smoothed over from the first time, he might not see any reason to mess around with me anymore.
    But he had offered to help me after I made him stop kissing me.
    Around and around I went, coming to no conclusions. I had no basis for comparison for this sort of thing. I was too inexperienced with the games men played, and the last time I had been ensnared by a player, I had come out the worse for it.
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    Once again, my sister was gone all night. I worked the early shift on