They lay there for a few more seconds.
And as they both tried to catch their breaths,
his rising chest matched hers.
Then he tapped her back, but her body was too weak to obey his silent instruction.
Pop~
His dick puckered outta her pussy with a wet slop.
Gently, he pushed her off of him and laid her on her back. Her breathing was soft and peaceful. A far cry from the violent demoness that once rode him.
His chest swelled with a strange, instinctual need to kiss her, but he didn't want to wake her up so he just watched her pretty face snore a while longer.
Then crawled outta bed.
Something shimmered in the dark.
Her purse. Eye-catching.
Ortega had the ridiculous urge to look inside. And no, he wasn't going to steal.
He looked at Mae, lost in blissful Dreamland,
oblivious that the man who fucked her senseless was just about to perpetrate evil.
But he was just curious, and needed to satisfy that curiosity.
You never know what he might find. Something he could use to his advantage later? Hell, as fucked as this shit was, there was a part of him screaming that not taking advantage of Mae's current vulnerability would be stupid.
But what if she woke up and caught me holding her purse?
He could easily say he was just about keeping it safe for her, that he did not like the way she left it open.
Ortega winced.
C'mon, even he knew that was bullshit.
Nothing better he could come up with though.
But he had to know what was inside that purse, so he reached for it—
And stopped.
Wait, what the hell am I doing…?
Ortega blinked.
He needed to get out of here before she woke up.
He moved quickly and silently, picking his clothes along the way, slipping on his kicks.
At the beaded curtain, he stopped
and turned back to look at Mae.
…Sleeping naked on the bed.
That wasn't right.
He sighed and opened her wardrobe.
Surprised this room actually had one.
Then frowned.
For something temporary, it was actually pretty stocked. More than his. Ortega's eyes lingered on the rows and rows of skimpy outfits, gulping as his mind drew pictures of Mae in them.
No.
He forced his eyes shut. Focus.
He found what he was looking for and closed the wardrobe.
He walked over to her and draped the blanket over her body till she was properly covered.
Her sleep was a deep one.
Ortega was a bit disappointed.
He'd like to see the look on her face when she woke up and saw that he was still here.
Then he'd tease her for gassing out while riding him. Gloat to her about his unrivaled stamina.
His face went dark.
If he pushed too far, wouldn't she bring her ex into the equation to knock him off his high horse?
Yeah. Her falling asleep was definitely for the best.
He stepped back slowly and clicked on the fan regulator, causing the ceiling fan to spin.
Then he ducked out through the beaded curtain, not wanting to think about the number of times she'd prolly fucked someone else in this same room, a past employee most definitely.
Ortega couldn't quite shake off the dark thoughts as they came and poisoned his perception of Mae.
As he made his exit, he couldn't help but feel disgusted in himself for giving in too easily, and more disgusted that he wanted more. The feel of her pussy—Ortega groaned and rubbed his face when he finally got outside the store.
And then he just stood there.
Cause the air twitched, and the interface came alive before him.
{Congrats. You passed the back up quest. You've successfully dominated your first sexual encounter with your boss and thus, your progress for the main quest: earning money has been restored.}
{Daily Pay claimed. One day left.}
Ortega felt his back pocket, confirming the wad of cash was safely tucked.
He exhaled a pale air of relief.
His streak was unbroken and still alive.
That seemed to erase some of his post-sex gloominess, making him more alive, more aware of his surroundings.
He turned and looked at the closed store behind him.
Wait.
Twas closing time.
He had to close the store.
Leaving without doing that would put Mae at risk, but so was staying either.
Ortega winced at his options.
He could go back to wake Mae so they could leave together and close the store.
Or…
He could stay here and spend the night till morning.
He looked around the store for where he could sleep, not wanting to sleep on the same bed with her, as that spelt suicide when he woke up and Bron came back the next morning.
Bron was the only variable that made him not go fully with the second option.
He could go back to Mae and ask her where Bron went and when he's coming.
But even the first time they almost fucked, Mae didn't even know if Bron was going to be around.
He couldn't rely on her now.
If only he hadn't come here.
He told himself it was for his pay, but his body didn't agree with him.
He wanted her before he left fully to Velvet Industries.
Now he'd done it all the way—satisfying an older, more experienced woman till she slept peacefully afterwards—
twas a feat worth bragging about.
Moreover, he wouldn't be so clueless as to what to do when he encountered other dominant women like his boss.
Ortega almost had no regrets.
He didn't force anything, as she wanted him just as much for her own reasons.
There was nothing wrong. Just cold leverage.
This was the conviction Ortega wrapped around his head as he climbed the bed and sat up beside Mae, waiting till she woke.
Minutes ticked to hours, and the lull he'd so painstakingly fought for caught up.
It seized him brutally.
The world began to dim and blur.
For a split second—
Before sleep swallowed him—
He saw Bron by the door, raging at them.
And somehow, that made Ortega smile.
Even after Bron pointed his gun at him.