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Authors: S.K. Logsdon

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“You’re too kind.” I wave her off. I know she’s just being polite. It’s a girl thing.

And Joseph is pointblank staring at me and his face is all sorts of screwed up. He looks sick, pale, angry and sad, all at the same time. This is not good at all.

“She’s right babe. You’re very beautiful. I’m so glad you could make it tonight,” John says, bringing my hand to his mouth again with a sweet tender kiss. I could get used to this. He’s adorable and hot as hell.

“So John, how’d you two meet? I’ve not met her before,” Lena inquires, taking a sip of her water.

He caresses the side of my face, then cups my chin and turns my gaze towards his, placing a sensual electrifying kiss ever so gently upon my lips. My belly ignites and does little flip flops as my body is instantly enveloped in only him. I close my eyes and kiss him back, sucking us into a bubble of all our own. Our lips become magnets centering us, he coaxes his velvety warm tongue into my mouth and I accept him with wanton need. A feral groan escapes his throat and my pulse accelerates tenfold. Damn, he’s an amazing kisser. So tender and passionate. A thumping of my clit tells me she likes him and needs to be touched. I suck in his bottom lip and nibble on it. Forgetting where we are. Our tongues dance in a perfect symphony of lust and power. His mouth tastes like sweet honey that I want to drink into my veins.

An angry grunt erupts at the table that abruptly pulls us back into the present. I pull away from him catching my breath and he does the same with a perfect redden lip, smile on his face. I swipe the wetness from my mouth.

“Sorry, I’ve missed her,” John says with a wink. “Lena, we met thanks to a friend of ours named Brian. He’s known Tylah for a few years and he’s the one who set us up.” I reach over and wipe my gloss from his perfect lips and he kisses my fingers in a romantic gesture of appreciation. My heart thumps. I hate when this happens. Even if I am working my heart sometimes gets pulled into a moment, magnifying the special times I spend with a client. I never read into it any more than what it is, a business transaction. But I’m a woman and we thrive on romance and sensuality. It’s part of the pussy package.

“Well, I’m pleased to meet you, Tylah. Seems as though John over here is smitten. Haven’t seen him with a woman in how long has it been John? Four or five years?”

I look to John and he nods. Knowing the question that’s dancing in my head. It must be true it has been that long. Little does Lena know but I’m not a woman in John’s life. I’m a glorified hired hooker with a Bachelor’s degree in Art History.

I scoop up my date’s hand and intertwine our fingers. I shoot him a sweet loving smile for show and bring our hands to my mouth and kiss the back of his trailing my tongue secretively between my lips to entice him. He sucks in a breath and I know I’ve accomplished my goal. These are the tricks of the trade. Ways to make your man want to fuck you more. And I want to fuck him. If you don’t want it, you lay off. But I want this. My clit is begging me to be sucked. And I’ll be damned if I’m going to ignore her plea. My panties are already soaked.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too Lena.” I take a small bite of our first course. “So what is it your do for a living?” I ask out of courtesy. I think Joseph just died a little. His eyes widened and then turned into slits as I question his wife. I know little about Joseph’s wife in a personal aspect. I’ve already ruined our fuck sessions. Might as well carry on a conversation with a rather sweet woman. I kind of like her. Even though in my gut I feel guilty for fucking her husband all night long. I can’t help it. I get paid and I actually enjoy my time with him. Or did, I should say. This is over. Way over now. The look on his face says it all.

She chuckles, tucking her shoulder length hair behind her ears. “I’m a stay at home wife and mother. I have three children,” she explains. I know their kids are 10, 8 and 7. Two boys and a girl who’s the youngest. I’ve heard it all from Joseph. He’s a proud dad. Husband not so much, but dad yes.

“That’s wonderful.” I finish off my martini.

John waves over a waiter and I grab his hand. “Babe, I don’t need another.”

“Sweetheart, they should have known better than let my woman go without a full glass,” he states unapologetically. I can tell he’s used to getting what he wants, when he wants, and how it wants it. And my bet is he’s never been told no before.

“Yes sir,” another scared waiter replies. He must really intimidate these people. I wonder if he’s like that with everyone. I know Joseph has the same effect on hotel staff. I guess I’ve just never seen it all in action before.

“Are you in charge of our table tonight?” he inquires, his tone edgy with frustration.

“Ye…Yes sir,” the poor man stammers.

“Well…..” John barks loudly, notifying everyone in the tables surrounding ours.

I cut him off by placing my finger to his lips and silencing him, he glowers at me, eyes fierce with rage.

“What’s your name?” I ask the waiter kindly, holding my finger to John’s lips.

“Shawn, ma’am.”

“Well Shawn. Let me do you a favor and tell you this. If your boss of the evening hasn’t informed you. You are to be completely in tuned with our table. If our drinks are empty; you refill them, if our meals are complete; you remove the plates immediately. The bread should never be low, the water should always be full. And unless you want my beautiful, handsome, and very powerful boyfriend here to knock you down a peg I suggest you do your job. Or I promise I will let him lose,” I inform delicately without raising my voice and remove my finger from John’s mouth. Which in turn falls open.

“Yes, madam. Right away,” the waiter states with an obvious pep in his step.

John pulls my arm hard to him and my body follows. His grip is like a vice and hurts.

“You do not interrupt me again,” he growls into my ear through gritted teeth. His tone dipped in acid.

I would rather have a mad date than a giant scene. That’s the last thing that needs to happen. I’ll let him hurt me. It just means Mr. Abuser will never have me or any of my coworkers grace him with our presence again. This isn’t a first or a last time I’ve dealt with violent behavior. So much for sweet boyfriend. This corporate stooge has a dark side.

Once about two years ago I got beat by one of my clients. My eye was black and blue for nearly a month and I broke my pinky trying to fight him off when he tried to fuck me in the ass and I wouldn’t let him. Needless to say anal and I don’t mesh well. I’ve put it on the no list for a while now. Brian my boss aka pimp, has lists of what each of us will do or can do. Anal was on mine and it’s gone after that terrible night. It was awful and thankfully the man got his in the end. Pimps are pimps for a reason. Brian might look like an average run-of-the-mill guy. But he tracked my attacker down and beat him within an inch of his life. How or with what I don’t have a clue. I just know I saw it in the paper two days later. Stating it was a mugging and the man was in critical condition.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I just wanted to make sure we have the poor boy a chance to fix his neglect before we made a scene,” I state in the sweetest tone imaginable. And he releases my arm.

I peek out of the corner of my eye and Joseph saw the whole thing. The color in his face is back. It’s not white; it’s bright red with anger.

I rub my reddened arm for show. So John knows he hurt me. “Please excuse me. I need to use the restroom.” I stand and leave the table. He doesn’t say a word to me.

I use the restroom, check out my makeup, my arm is still red and I wouldn’t be surprised if tomorrow I have a bruise or two. Brian is going to hear about this.

 

 

Chapter Five

 

I exit the bathroom. A hand grabs my mouth and a giant body pulls me backward. Oh, no he’s back for more! I can’t scream. I thrash my arms but the big body is crushing me. Damn-it, he’s dragging me into a closet next to the bathroom. He pulls me inside, my mouth covered and pushes my back against the door. I try to fight him off but his body is too big. I sniff him. This isn’t John. What the hell? Who is touching me? I scream in my throat.

“Stop it, Ty. It’s just me,” Joseph says and uncovers my mouth slowly.

I smack him hard in the chest.

“What the fuck, Joseph? What are you thinking? I thought you were going to hurt me.”

He presses his body against mine and I can feel his boner through his black tuxedo pants. “Baby I’d never hurt you. Are you okay?” he asks sweetly, caressing my sore arm.

I wrap my arms around his neck. “I’m fine,” I mutter sadly, tucking my head into his chest. He’s warm and comforting. 

“You sure baby? I almost leapt over the table at John. But that would have given us away.”

I nod, nuzzling my nose into his tux, he always smells fantastic. “I’m alright. This isn’t the first time I’ve been manhandled.”

His arms find their way around my body and he engulfs me, keeping me safe. Making me feel loved. My heart does that stupid thumping thing again. Oh, shut up heart. He’s just a guy I fucked last night.

“Are you going to sleep with him?” he asks, his voice low.

“Probably. It’s part of my job description.” I shrug.

“It’s killing me watch you with him. I don’t like this. I’ve always known you fuck other men for money. But I never thought it would bother me this much.” He sags and pulls me closer.

Wow, Joseph is the real deal. A perfect man. Sweet, loving, sexy, caring, sympathetic and all other things you’d want in a companion. Except he’s married and I’m a glorified hooker.

“I’m sorry. If I would have known you’d be here I would have canceled. You don’t have to see me anymore. I would completely understand, Joseph.” My heart hurts. I hate saying this to him. I really like Joseph. He’s the only man I consider a pleasure to be with all the time. Sure, it’s mostly sex but I like him regardless.

He grabs my chin. I can’t see him; it’s pitch-black but I hear his deep breathing. And his erection is as hard as ever, pressing into me. His lips smash into mine with fervent force. I hold him to my mouth with my hands tight cupping the sides of his soft neck. His bow tie at my wrists. A moan escapes my throat and I open my mouth for him. His tongue laps hard with mine and our breathing mimics each other’s with deep neediness. His hand cups my breast over my dress and the other kneads my ass with carnal intent. Slowly his hips hump me with slow shallow thrusts. Escalating the passion pulsating in my wet pussy. My tight hole clinching and unclenching with a powerful need to be filled balls deep. I want to fuck him now. Here and now in this closet in the middle of this gala. His wife is here and so is my date. But I don’t care. I want him inside of me. His finger slips into the top of my dress and he seizes my breast and pops it out the top. A growl of triumph bellows deep in his throat and he humps against me harder. The friction of his hardness warming my stomach. My juices filling my panties. His fingers pluck my nipple to a hard peak and he pulls his mouth from mine. I whimper with pleasure as his mouth finds my protruding nipple and he sucks it into his mouth. A moan erupts from between clinched teeth and I push his head to my breast. Making him suckle me. The hand on my ass slowly creeps it way between my legs. I jump and feel Joseph smile, my nipple trapped between his teeth.

“Baby, open up your legs,” he orders between licks of my breast and I obey.

His hand cups my sex and he feeds a finger around the edge of my thong and slides it between my silky wet slit. I’m hot for him and only him. Damn, I love his sex. He’s amazing.

“Is your hole still tender from me baby? Is your perfect pussy still tender from my fucking?” he groans, suckling me.

“Yessss…” I hiss throwing my head back against the door quietly.

“I love fucking this pussy.” He shoves a finger inside of me. I whimper and my knees shake. It’s tender but the perfect mix of pain and pleasure. He presses my g-spot with force. Like only he can do.

“Do you want to come for me baby?” He sucks me hard. I exhale loudly wanting to scream in ecstasy, but can’t.

“I always come for you Joseph. My pussy loves you,” I mutter hoarsely, licking my dry lips.

“Then I need for this beautiful pussy to come all over my hand. I want to drink her juices. I miss the taste baby. Let me taste her again. Come all over my hand,” He says, thumping his finger over my tender spot. My hole clinches around his finger. He draws out a little and plows back into her. I bite my lip to keep from screaming. Oh fuck he’s good. Yes…. He hammers my pussy with his fingers and spends all his time plowing right into the perfect spot. I nearly come undone. I press his mouth to my nipple and he sucks me hard and oh yes… He’s going to make me come. Shit!

“I’m… fuck…” I moan bucking my hips to his rhythm. “Yes Joseph,” I huff. I’m so close I can feel it. My toes are tingling. My pussy is dripping for him. My pussy clinches tightly around his finger and I grab the back of his head and force him hard against me. Biting my lower lip I explode in a body rolling climax, his finger fucks me hard as I ride out the wave of perfect ecstasy. Trembling, he pulls out his fingers and I hear him suck them into his mouth with a glorious moan.

“Oh baby you taste so good.” He’s breathing hard, almost as much as I am.

“Let me suck you off,” I offer trying to catch my barring’s, using the door against my back for support.

He steps up and rubs his hard cock against me through our clothes.

“No, baby. I don’t want you to suck me. I just claimed that pussy again as mine. I will do that as much as I can if I have to. And I’ll send money over to Brian as soon as we leave this room.”

“What?” Okay, now I’m confused.

“I can’t fuck your pussy anyway I want without a payment baby. I don’t mind. I’d pay a million dollars for one night with you,” he states genuinely. Damn, he’s so sweet.

I slap his chest.

“You don’t need to pay Brian anything. This was us. Not a business transaction, Joseph.”

He laces his fingers with mine on his chest, holding it to his heart.

“Baby, you need to be paid. And I’m going to send Brian money regardless.”

I shake my head in protest. This is stupid. He gets me off and he thinks I’m due money for it. That’s ridiculous and he won’t even let me give him a BJ. What kind of man is he? This is strange. The longer I know him, the sweeter and more giving he gets. I don’t know what he thinks he’s doing but he’s crazy. I’m a hooker. Not some innocent girl. Duh!

“Babe, I’m serious. You got me off. You won’t even let me suck your cock. Don’t pay Brian. I don’t want your money,” I state again. Praying he gets it this time.

He exhales loudly and drops my hand. “You don’t get it Ty. Just tasting your pussy on my fingers I feel like I need to pay ten grand for. No joke. I won’t pay him that much because I know you’ll be mad. But I can’t touch you my baby without giving you a reward.”

“You know that sounds crazy right? Joseph, women would sleep with you left and right for free. You want to pay me astronomical amounts to touch me. I tell you not to pay and you still want to. Most men would take the fun and accept the blowjob and pay the next time when we are actually booked.”

“I’m not most men, and Brian told me I’m your only regular and I can’t help but feel like I need……Oh never mind baby. Just accept it and I’ll see you next week. I hope you don’t fuck John but I know if you do, you do. I’m sure my wife will be drunk by the time we get back to the table anyhow and I guess I might be roped into doing terrible marital fucking tonight. Oh shit, that sucks. Guess I’ll be thinking of you,” he states, pecks me on the lips and pulls the door handle to leave. I move out of the way and follow him out.

I can’t believe that just happened. Shit! I should have made him let me suck him off because tomorrow morning I’m calling Brian to ask him how much money Joseph transferred into our business account. I’m sure it won’t be a little amount. I don’t get him.

I duck back into the bathroom, fix just-fucked hair and makeup. I got fingered and still I look guilty. I reapply some makeup and voila— I’m sexy again.

 

 

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