Ben flipped on the light. She rolled on the bed like a pig wallowing in mud. He licked his lips as he watched her. His loins stirred. “I'll be right back."
“Slipping into something more comfortable?"
Her laughter followed him across the room. Dropping a pack of cigarettes onto a table, he pulled out one. The only one stuffed in there made the pack look real. He turned to find her sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Hey, there," she said in a husky voice.
His hard-on began, just at the anticipation. Down boy. This is business. “Hey, yourself."
Her head c****d to one side. “Something I can do for you?" Her pale peach sheath dress rode up almost to her waist. Underneath her stockings, he could see a dark-colored thong.
“Strip." He hit a button on the fake cigarette pack and settled into a
