[ The answer is a resounding "yes". Dr. Troy is already operating under the assumption that Rise is an amateur -- that this is her first time whoring herself out for money. The evidence is there: her incredibly cheap initial pricing at $120 an hour, her general inexperience when it comes to taking dick, and now her actually being flustered at the offer of coke. No seasoned prostitute would ever decline such a generous offer.
Hence why Christian is willing to fuck her bareback. He figures that it's low risk, and he intends to take as much advantage of her as he can -- including pressuring her into drugs. ]
Come on. [ Suddenly and playfully, he seizes her arm and flips her onto her back, shifting on top of her. He leans in and presses his mouth over hers in a slow, soft kiss, which is repeated several times in the course of the following coaxing: ]
It's just coke. You have nothing to worry about. I won't let anything bad happen to you. [ His words, in contrast to the rough fucking he gave her just moments prior, are sweet, patient, and sound sincere. Inwardly, however, his mind is racing from the coke, and he is thinking, 'Just hurry up and take some, you dumb bitch.' ] You can trust me. I'm a doctor, remember?
[ He gives her one last firm, lingering kiss on the lips before pulling away, leaning back on his knees. His hand is extended to her, the packet of coke in his open palm. ]
Just snort a line, or rub some into your gums. It'll be fun, I promise.
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Date: 2014-07-16 04:33 am (UTC)Hence why Christian is willing to fuck her bareback. He figures that it's low risk, and he intends to take as much advantage of her as he can -- including pressuring her into drugs. ]
Come on. [ Suddenly and playfully, he seizes her arm and flips her onto her back, shifting on top of her. He leans in and presses his mouth over hers in a slow, soft kiss, which is repeated several times in the course of the following coaxing: ]
It's just coke. You have nothing to worry about. I won't let anything bad happen to you. [ His words, in contrast to the rough fucking he gave her just moments prior, are sweet, patient, and sound sincere. Inwardly, however, his mind is racing from the coke, and he is thinking, 'Just hurry up and take some, you dumb bitch.' ] You can trust me. I'm a doctor, remember?
[ He gives her one last firm, lingering kiss on the lips before pulling away, leaning back on his knees. His hand is extended to her, the packet of coke in his open palm. ]
Just snort a line, or rub some into your gums. It'll be fun, I promise.