I pin her arms to the steering wheel and buck into her fast and hard. In this position, her head is pushed up against the top of my car. I watch her breasts quiver with my thrusting, her brows knit and her mouth drop open.

“Oh, sh…oh, geez,” she grunts.

“Ask to come,” I remind her.

“Can I c-come?”

“Yes, but next time there are no more reminders. Got it?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Now thank me for letting you come. Usually I’m not such a nice guy.”

“Th-thank you.”

I slow the action and roll my hips more leisurely before I go back to pounding her. I’m going to fuck the I’m-too-good-to-accept-a-trip-to-Thailand out of her.

With a gasp, she erupts, spasming on my cock. It’s followed by a cry. If I wasn’t holding her to the steering wheel, her body might be jerking all over the place. I pull her mouth down to mine before she’s done climaxing and pump my hips several times to drive the tension in my groin out of my cock. My erection throbs madly inside of her.

Wrapping her arms around my neck, she slumps against me. I lie there till my breath returns to normal. Holding onto the condom, I ease out of her and notice the windows are fogged up.

“We should get dinner so that we can make it to this clinic,” I say.

She makes it back to the passenger seat. “I’m really hungry now.”

After we’re presentable again, we head into the restaurant. It’s a hole-in-the-wall type of place but cozy with character.

After the server takes our orders, I sit back in my chair and observe Bridget. She still has that post-coital glow. Though her hair is a little mussed, she looks beautiful.

“So I don’t want to hear any more about the cost of the trip or excuses not to go,” I tell her.

“They’re legitimate reasons. I mean, if you were in my shoes, would you go halfway around the world with a man you haven’t known for a long time?”

“What do you need to know?”

She stares at me. “That I can trust you.”

I shift in discomfort but retort, “What’s the worst that can happen?”

She sighs. “I don’t know. You sell me into the sex trade there?”

I don’t say anything because that kind of shit does happen. It almost happened to Tony’s friend, and I know a few names associated with porn using kidnapped women.

“I’m joking,” she says.

“I know that.”

“You just looked really serious all of a sudden.”

“What do you want from me? Some kind of guarantee? Insurance?”

“Insurance would be good. Or some kind of collateral.”

I think for a moment. “How about ten thousand dollars?”

“What?”

“I’ll put ten thousand dollars into an account for you. You can name your beneficiary. If anything happens to you, they get ten thousand dollars.”

“You would do that?”

I must be going crazy. The amount of money doesn’t bother me, it’s the hoops I’m jumping through just to ease her mind.