Unfortunately there always existed a difference between assumption and reality. On occasion it was as voluminous and on others a slender crack. Monica was never going to be easy prey. The curvaceous beauty was first,  his fiance's mother and second, a married woman. To his decidedly male hormones those aspects were sources of rampant inspiration, but he might just have underestimated the factors contributing to the notoriety of his plot.<br/><br/>An ordinary man may have sensed a need to regroup but Eric having discerned no clear way to accomplish the task without losing his ground, sloughed forwards.  It was time to test how well the stripper knew her sugar daddy. 'Are you trying to scare me?', his tone was a happy balance between arrogance and amusement. 'I've worked on the old man rather like you had  and though I'll concede I might have taken a lot longer than you, he is safely in my pocket', he said, endowing simply opinion with extreme finality.<br/><br/>Her tune had changed by now and though the shift was certainly jarring, he could muster no complaints. Her touch matched her tone, right from her allowance of but one finger to meet his flesh to the painstakingly patronizing expression upon her face. She was taunting him.<br/><br/>She was taunting him.<br/><br/>The kiss enforced to his lips was welcomed with controlled enthusiasm as was the view availed when his weight no longer on his legs. He was hard put to remember a pair of breasts better than hers. A brief second passed where he wondered if her seating him was merely a courtesy or if she was hampering how swiftly he could move.  Being adept at devising extrapolations, especially when it came to human behavior, his conclusion leaned toward the latter prospect. Monica was far too proud to service a man again. And he was far too adamant to have her. This was a contest for the ages.<br/><br/>'And just so you know, 'I prefer to take what I want', he said with unmistakably gruff undertones which spilled into his kiss. His lips mashed against hers, personifying an age-old greed and reveling in the satiety of it. Tongue and teeth made lingering appearances and she would finally know why he was such a successful womanizer.<br/><br/>'Just like I took your daughter', he paused, letting his filth sink into her and purred, 'Just like I'm going to take you'.