Never in my life had I even considered hitting a woman.
Until I met this one.
No, I wouldn’t actually do it but God dammit her smart mouth put the thought in my head.
So, when she rolled her eyes at me and says, “Are you sure I can’t sell you a butt plug?” I had to walk away so I wouldn’t choke her.
“When will she be back?” I ask again. By again, I mean the fourth time.
“I’m not her secretary,” she says blandly. “Look, either buy something or leave. You’re scaring away my customers and you are seriously boring me.”
“You sound just like her,” I mutter to myself.
“I’ll take that as a compliment…”
“Dion.”
Eyes wide, she nods and says, “Dion, as in the guy she spent the night with? Big shoulders, Dion?”
“How many Dion’s do you know?”
“Four,” she replies. “But you’re the only Dion she had a sleepover with. Bitch owes me fifty bucks.”
“Why?”
“Because she doesn’t do sleepovers,” she says, then amends. “At least she didn’t use to. And,” she nearly yells, “She didn’t mention if you were good in the sack or not. I’m going with…not.”
“She talks to you about her sex life?”
“We sell sex, Dion. Once you crawl down that road –”
“She’s not answering her phone,” I explain for the fifth time. “I just want to make sure –”
“Tell you what,” she says turning on the TV, which featured a fucking girl-on-girl porno. “I’ll call her and make sure she’s okay and then you’ll go.”
“Fine.”
The second she had Mercy on the line, I commandeered her phone and warned her, “If you’re not here in ten minutes, I’m tying your mouthy friend up and torturing her for secrets about you.”
Handing the phone back, I hang my jacket over my arm and announce, “I’ll just browse until she gets here.”
I was flipping through a book about 245 sex positions when Ember cleared her throat.
“What?”
“Between Mercy and me, we’ve tried all of them,” she smirks in satisfaction.
“You? I believe. Mercy, not fucking likely.”
“Oh my God,” she says covering her mouth in shock.
“What is it now?”
“You really haven’t boned her.”
Tucking the book in my jacket pocket, I lean down into her space and growl, “Yet.”
With round eyes she gulps and mutters, “She must really like you.”
“Mind your business,” I warn her and when Mercy walks in, I leave Ember with, “And, I’m keeping the book.”
Clearly agitated, Mercy looks at each of us but asks her tongue-tied friend, “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing,” she squeaks dashing for the counter.
“What did you say to her?”
“Where is your office?”
“In the back, why?”
“Let’s go.”
Steering her down the hall, we come upon her door and once she’s safe inside, I lock it behind me. Tossing my coat on her sofa, I advance on Mercy pinning her against the wall. “Where’s my kiss?”
“You came here for a make out session?”
“The answer to what you’re hoping for is, yes.”
The little minx was already grinding on my leg and my words made her breathless. I was half way there myself.
“Dion –”
“Until you fall asleep and then again when you wake up. Go ahead and lie to me, tell me that’s not what you were thinking about.”
“Oh,” she says going liquid in my arms. “Super guilty.”
“You’ll let me take you anytime, anywhere. Won’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” I reward her honesty by trailing my thumb over her nipple. “I like hearing the truth, Mercy.”
“Do it again,” she arches into me shamelessly.
“I’ll do a lot more than play with your nipples,” I promise her. “I’ll let you fuck yourself on my fingers, spread your legs wide, bury my face between your thighs and eat you on your desk. I’ll even open the door and let the whole fucking city hear you scream my name.”
“I want that,” she writhes. “I want that like yesterday.”
“As soon as you explain that fucking video to me.”
With lust clouding her eyes, she focuses on me and says, “You saw it?”
“I did. Along with about two million other people.”
“Shit, that escalated quickly…”
She had no idea how it felt seeing her pummeled like that. Thinking the worst, knowing I wasn’t there to help her. But then she got up and I still could not see the woman in front of me bringing any man to his knees with just a flick of her wrist. But Mercy had. And anyone with internet access can watch her do it. Pita made a lot of videos and most were funny, entertaining and light on violence. In previous videos, the most aggressive thing she did was threaten Pita or slap him upside the head lovingly. Each video got more hits than the last. Her popularity was growing rapidly. And given the fucked up world we lived in, there would be someone out there who’d see about taking her down for nothing more than bragging rights.
When my pocket buzzed, I checked the update and nearly lost my mind. Subscribing to her channel was going to give me a heart attack.
“Look,” I say putting the screen in front of her face to show her the latest news.
“Uh oh…”
Apparently, her job was a lot more violent than I thought. Judging by the two dozen videos Pita just posted, Mercy was very hands on.