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legs were spread apart, leaving most of her buttocks hanging in mid-air.
                She squeezed her eyes shut and waited. But for good measure, she prayed anyway.
     

Chapter Seven
Cheated
     
     
                The hands released her knees and gently lifted away the sheer panels of her shift until she was bare. Fingers touched her breasts, rubbing over her nipples until they were stiff with anticipation.
                Meredith could feel the dry warmth in the other person's skin, and she breathed a mental sigh of relief that this client wasn't icy cold or slimy.
                The hands roamed over her body, lightly brushing her skin until they raised goose bumps in their wake. A finger, not a claw, found her belly button, and played with it for a few seconds. The sensation sent a jolt of lust straight to her lower abdomen, making Meredith shiver.
                The hands moved down to her buttocks where they cupped the round flesh. Squeezed them. Manipulated them. Spread them slightly, then released them. Was the clientele evoking foreplay, or examining her? She opened her eyes, but all she saw was the darkened room on her side of the wall, with its mahogany-colored walls and ceiling.
                The hands released her butt, and one hand closed over her mons. The action made her gasp. Fingers raked over the thin strip of hair running down to her lower lips. Slowly, she felt herself being spread, and something warm pressed against her entrance.
                Meredith squeezed her hands into fists and waited. For what seemed like several minutes, nothing touched her except the object that soon began to move slightly, as if covering itself with her wetness.
                And then it pressed inside.
                It was a smooth lunge, pushing as far into her as possible before coming to a halt, and then it paused. Was the clientele waiting for her to react? Was it needing a signal of some kind to let it know she was okay? That it wasn't hurting her?
                That she wanted to get on with it?
                A quick kegel squeeze made the clientele react. He started moving inside her, in and out, in and out. The hands returned. Placed on her inner thighs, they kept her legs spread as far apart as possible.
                The clientele's movements increased speed, then suddenly switched to a peculiar pump-pause action. Invariably, this type of fucking also became faster, and Meredith reared back her head, waiting for the aftermath. Despite the unusual method, it felt good. The hard dick felt wonderful as it continued to plunge within her.
                This had to be the best sex she'd ever gotten. No bad breath huffing into her face. No heavy weight squashing her into the mattress. And best of all, no uncomfortable conversation when it was all over with. No uneasy goodbye. No avoiding future phone calls. Just a slam, bam, thank you, ma'am that was all to her benefit.
                The first tingle of her orgasmic roller coaster ride sparked deep inside her. She moaned and tried to meet every slam inside her with her hips, but the clientele wouldn't have it, and pressed more forcefully down on her thighs. She relented and stopped.
                All right. Have it your way. But it'll only make it harder for me to come.
                The pumping-pausing method stuttered, then jerked. There was one more push into her, and the softened erection slid out.
                Meredith blinked. He was finished? So soon?
                A wash of air struck her body, then the panel molded around her rose up as the pallet pulled back into the first room. The leg extensions came together in time to fit through the narrow opening. Once the table was all the way past the wall, the panel closed again, and this time her eyes were adjusted enough to the dim light where