Three nights later the same rented room smelled of fresh candle wax again. Elena stood in front of the closed door once more, but this time she already knew what was waiting for her on the other side. Her blouse was buttoned all the way up. Under it she wore a new black bra, the kind with thin straps and a small bow between the cups. She had chosen it on purpose. She wanted him to take it off her.

Marcus sat in the single wooden chair by the table. The candle burned between them. He wore only dark jeans. His chest was bare. The hard shape of his dick was already clear against the denim.