EXTRACT FOR
Phone Games
(Kurt Dysan)

Sara flashed on her first time with Nico??"lying on her back on a table in his bar and feeling the pleasure of that lovely ebony cock moving inside her. 



Her first night in Cambodia, he'd fucked her in the shadows of the bar with the sounds of people moving about in the dark streets just outside. It had been hot. "That tends to be the preferred place. But we aren't talking preferences but business. So, what is the business? What are you hiring women to do? Pang's boss wouldn't relish competition, so you aren't just running hookers."



He nodded. "That is far too much trouble and not lucrative enough. My business model is different and would let you make a decent living, a very good one. It does have some similarities to the escort business, however, and it does involve having sex with men you don't know."



"The distinction between that and being a hooker escapes me, but that's okay. I'm sure you'll explain."



He grinned. "I'm not a pimp. I don't offer women to clients, and the game is not sex for money, not directly. I offer you an opportunity for you to convert an evening's romp with a businessman in a hotel room into profit. What's different is how you earn the money??"we never charge the man a dime." 



He reached under the table and put his hand on her leg. The look in his eye, the way he measured her as his warm hand explored her bare leg, she knew he was testing her.



Oddly enough, she liked it. The way he was pushing her, trying to find out if she'd cut and run stuck her as sexy. She assumed some women would enjoy talking about sex but object when he began touching. He kept upping the ante, weeding out those who weren't serious. As his hand stroked her thigh, she was glad she'd worn a skirt and blouse.



She sipped her drink and looked into his eyes. "You make it sound intriguing, but that isn't very informative."



"Then you still want to know more?"



"Sure, I'd like to know more," she said. "I can't decide anything without knowing more. If you think I'm a candidate for the job, tell me more about how it works."



He nodded. "Good. The only difficulty is that in explaining how it works I'd be opening myself up to you. I'd be vulnerable."



"So, you need to trust me."



"Exactly."



She smiled. "How do I gain this trust?"



"There are no guarantees in life. Trust is a fluid commodity, but if we went up to my room, and I stripped you naked, that would reassure me that you aren't wearing a wireless device."



She giggled. "That much is true."



"Then, if you and I fucked, I could be certain that you are not bluffing me or conning yourself about being willing to do what the job requires. It might also prove that you aren't working for do-gooders or some sex-obsessed puritans. A simple fuck in my room would save me wasting my time. If you won't fuck me, you wouldn't be willing to do the job."