“I’m Jace, your valet. Would you like to use me?”
Holy shit, man. Get it together.
“I mean us. Use our service, the valet service.” I fumbled my words, like a complete fool.
Eyeing me curiously, her small smile grew infinitesimally bigger. I was so focused on her face, I didn’t notice she’d been discreetly holding out her keys to me until her gaze dropped to her hand.
“Let me take those for you.” I grinned sheepishly, my hand brushing hers as I took the keys. Digging deep and finding some sort of smile to plaster on my face, I held out her valet ticket.
“Thank you.” Her reply was deeper than I expected, with a little rasp. I swear to God, I felt that rasp all the way down to my dick.
“Ma’am,” I drawled. Good manners had been drilled into me from little on.
Her face dimmed at my words. I frowned when she took my ticket hurriedly and handed me a folded bill. I didn’t even have time to say thank you before she abruptly turned to walk toward the club’s entrance.
I couldn’t move. My eyes were too busy following her as she made her way to the front doors.
She was magnificent. Lithe body. Perfect posture.
I looked down at the tip in my hand.
And loaded. Her tip was twenty bucks. And that was only for dropping off her car.
I glanced back to the front doors, but she was gone.
I wondered what her name was.
It doesn’t matter. She’s older than you, gorgeous, probably married to the owner or some shit.
I bet her name was just as perfect and polished as she seemed.
You’re never going to find out. Quit being a tool.
I got into her car and briefly adjusted the seat back. Then, after turning the car back on, I shifted into drive. I’d just begun driving forward when a deep voice came over the speaker.
“He lapped at her hot, wet pussy, making her moan and thrash, her clit shaking wildly on his tongue. He grabbed her ass, bringing her pussy closer to him still, feasting on her, loving the feel of her.”
Words escaped me as I slammed on the brakes. I immediately reached for the volume, turning it all the way down. The console readAmerican Tailby Lady Jane.
Huh. Was this some sort of porn podcast? Did they even make those?
I looked in the rearview mirror, then back to the front doors of the club.
Empty.
Hesitantly, curiosity burning in my veins, I slowly turned the volume up again, keeping it quieter this time.
“You like that, baby?” His voice was gravely and deep as she hummed and thrashed, just as into this as he was. “I bet you do, you dirty girl, come for me, princess. Fucking come for me.”
Gobsmacked, I leaned back in the seat as I listened to a guy moan in ecstasy through the speakers.
This was low key the dirtiest podcast I’d ever come across.
Laughing in disbelief, I eased off the brake. I drove a few car lengths toward the parking lot when the audio stopped. I looked down to troubleshoot when realization hit me. Whatever she was listening to must’ve been on her phone, and as I drove away, her Bluetooth cut out.
After parking, I immediately searched on my phone forAmerican Tailand Lady Jane. I wanted to know what this siren of a woman, whose perfect composure and elegant grace were completely at odds with her fuck-me heels, was listening to.
Instantly I got hits.
