Dating Rules And Pretty Fools Ch. 13 - Sex Stories

Dating Rules And Pretty Fools Ch. 13

... gratitude. Starting tomorrow, back to where you were. Good enough?"

"Thank you, boss," Jackie chirped away happily. "You have no idea how grateful we are. I mean, it's not like we don't want to work, no matter what kind of job you give us, but--"

Watkins interrupted his underling's speech with a short wave of the hand. "I wasn't planning on keeping the two of you at that kind of job forever. I was only a little upset with you for letting Jasper go like that, without letting me give him some money for the road."

"Ah, damn," Jackie moaned. "It didn't even cross my mind."

"What about you, Mr. Vegas?" Watkins asked. "Did it cross yours?"

"I gave him some cash for the bus ticket," Hudson replied smoothly. "I would have given him more but, like Jackie, it didn't really cross my mind."

Watkins appeared satisfied with that explanation and got to his feet, a sign that their little meeting was over. Hudson was certain now. It had been a test, indeed, and while he liked to think that he had passed it with flying colors, it was never a good idea to let his guard down until he was definitely sure that he was off the hook.

He had just given Watkins a little bit of rope, and there was no doubt in his mind that, soon enough, he'd feel the pull of his master's hand. It didn't trouble him in the least. Watkins was no spring chicken and seemed seasoned in all manner of criminal activity. Still, Hudson had no intention to play fast and loose, not now when he was so close ...

... to getting a pass to the underworld over which this strange cold man reigned supreme.

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Otis had many questions, and the thing with having many questions was that you needed to figure out a way to ask them in the right order. He rubbed the glass and stared at it in the light. Things in the physical world were so straightforward. A glass was either clean, dirty, or a little smudged. Sure enough, there were various stages of uncleanliness, but you knew what was what, as far as a glass was concerned.

"That's clean enough," Missy assured him as she stacked the clean plates and turned to watch him. "Something on your mind, Otis?"

"How do you ask someone to sleep with you?"

Missy wiggled her eyebrows and grinned. "Are you going to ask your sexy neighbor to do the horizontal cha-cha with you?"

"Dancing while lying down is hardly practical." Otis frowned and munched on his lower lip. "I don't think it would work. Also, that is not what I have in mind."

Missy laughed. "Okay, let's ditch all the talking about dancing so I can be honest with you. Do you want to get your neighbor in your bed?"

Otis's face lit up. That was exactly what he wanted, and Missy understood. "Yes. You see, he only has a sofa, and there is hardly any room on it for him, and he is tall, so it is quite a large sofa. But my bed," he began gesticulating, "is this wide, so I think that two people could lie in it without getting into each other's hair too much. Which is only an expression, ...