More To Learn

Jade Valentine owes Tommy Pistol a debt. If she passes the test, she knows her grades won't take the hit. Tommy is sharp, he gets it done. She never let herself picture him spread across her bed. Tutor stays tutor until Rico Hernandez steps in from the other side of the door with a smile that doesn't belong in daylight. He has watched her eyes drift. He thinks the heat there looks good. He wants to see it catch fire up close. He wants Tommy buried in her cunt while he sits three feet away. Jade laughs, but the sound cracks. Rico leans in, tells her to float the idea. Just that. When she asks, Tommy goes still, fingers frozen over the textbooks. Then a grin cuts across his mouth. He knows he is not young. Men like him do not often get handed a body like hers. A watcher in the corner is barely friction compared to the skin he will get under his palms. He clears his throat and agrees, voice low. The first rule becomes silence. The second is that no one stops once they start.