The Life of Jacque Bonus (special preview)
Added 2019-02-04 22:00:59 +0000 UTC“Don’t get fucking hot,” Tupac snarls as he grabs me. “I can’t afford it.” He pulls me in for a long, hard kiss. “I’ll cut it off.”
I put my arms around his neck. “Keep dirty talking like that and you’re going to have to.”
Tupac sneers. “You better be glad you’re hot or I would scrap all this.” He takes my hand, leading me out to the car he’s rented.
The plan is a simple one, basic really. This really fancy dinner party is being thrown at the high end art gallery in town. Everyone who is anyone will be there, the rich, the elite, the spoiled, and the greedy. Tupac plans to use me as a distraction. As dressed up as I am, I’m supposed to wow the crowd and keep their attentions turned while Tupac disables security cameras, allowing a few of his other men to do what they did best.
I loved attention, so this wouldn’t be so bad. As long as I did what Tupac asked and everything went smoothly, it would all be ok. I know if something screws up, I have a feeling it will all fall on my head.
In the car I look over at Tupac, silent and serious. I still can’t get over how good he looks in his suit. I feel pretty good in my dress. It’s low cut, showing off my new, smooth, dolphin chest. It’s highlighted with glitter and contour, making me look like I have something ample. The corset has be cinched in and squeezed tight, making my waist look snatched and toned.
“So,” I murmur. “What do you think?”
“Of what?” Tupac growls.
I frown and look him over. “Me,” I say. “What do you think?”
He side glances me then looks back out at the road. “Not bad,” he grumbles. “What? Is something wrong with it?”
