Artful Attractions (6 page)

I arrive back at the table and John has this sadness to him that flows out of every pore. I don’t say a word to him I just sit down and dig into whatever course we’re on. It’s some tartlets with cream cheese and shrimp.

His hand finds my thigh and Joseph rejoins us, a beer in hand. I didn’t know he drank beer. Guess so.

John scoots his chair closer to mine, our legs are touching. Abusive and now he’s trying to be intimate again. He’s a head case for sure. It’s not the first or the last I’ve been with. It comes with the territory. Sure it sucks but it’s true.

He combs my hair with his fingers and brings his lips to my earlobe. “Sweetie, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have touched you. That was wrong of me. Can I please make it up to you?” He whispers remorsefully.

I ignore him. I’ve learned if a guy feels guilty and you still ignore him it grinds the guilt in a little further. You can’t let it go forever because then they get angry again. But a little more will do him some good. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll get a tip tonight and he’ll stay the pleasant man I thought he was when I first met him. I know a lot of people would think I’m crazy for just getting played with in a closet and being completely at ease with my date. It’s a business transaction; it doesn’t matter. It’s not based in feelings. Therefore no guilt is assessed to my actions. I’m an escort, not a saint. I’ll be rotting in hell with the rest of my friends when I die anyhow. You only live once.

“So what does a sexy lady like yourself do for a living?” a man two seats to my right asks me.

Both John and Joseph stare daggers at him. He’s a younger male, probably closer to my age than the other two.

“I’m not sure I caught your name,” I state.

“It’s Jeffery. Jeffery Goldenstine.” He pumps out his chest. Yep, he’s got an ego problem and I know he thinks he’s hot. The date sitting next to him though is a meek scrawny thing who couldn’t be more out of place.

“Well, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Jeffery. I actually work in the Art History field. I graduated a few years back from NYU,” I eloquently respond with a plastered smile. This topic comes up every time I do public outings. And I always give the same answer which is the truth to an extent. If they ask where I work, I usually state I’m a subcontractor for museums. Which is also true. I’m on the database to be contacted for historical purposes. But I rarely help out. When I get calls I’m usually too busy.

He chuckles and runs his fingers around the base of his wine glass. “Well, for a second I thought you were going to say you’re a model.”

I scoff a laugh and throw my head back covering my mouth. Men are idiots.

“No, no. My body isn’t nice enough to model and I wouldn’t do that even if I was paid. I hate being in photographs.”

He checks me out which in turn compels John put his arm over the back of my chair. Staking his claim, of course. The obvious subtle gesture of a pissing contest.

“Well, from what I see, you’re mighty fine. I can’t imagine your body not being model material. You’d be a fabulous nude model,” he states and slides me over a business card.

I read it. He’s a photographer. Presumably dealing in smut, with a mouth like his. He dresses classy, and he’s rather attractive with shaggy dirty blonde hair but his accent gives him away as a Brooklyn boy.

John brings his lips to my neck and kisses me sweetly. “I’m sorry Tylah. If you want to leave, you can. I don’t know what came over me. I’d like to leave soon with you and take you somewhere private. I will pleasure you all night, to make up for my rudeness,” he breathes hotly in my ear. He must think it’s sexy but it’s not when you feel accosted.

I turn abruptly and face him. I stare deeply into his slate eyes.

“We can leave John. But… If you so much as touch me wrong again, you’ll wish you didn’t. I really like you and you’re sexy.” I lean in closer. “And I’d love to see how big your cock is baby.” I lick my lips next to his ear to rev him up. “But if you don’t think you can control your rudeness, I will leave,” I breathe heavy and let out a slight groan, leaning into him. “Then this pussy will no longer be yours to do whatever it is you want.” I nibble his lobe and I slide my hand into his inner thigh, rubbing just a few inches from his balls. “But if you’re a good man I’ll drain you and leave you begging for more. Do you want me to suck you and make you beg for more?” He nods. “That’s right. I want to make my big man come in my mouth. But if you’re mean to me, this ends today and forever,” I finish and cup his balls under the table. He exhales loudly and sucks in another breath quick. I know I’ve got him hooked. Now Johnny boy here will be nice to me and I’ll give him what he wants.

Ten minutes later after we finish more of our meal, we excuse ourselves from the table and he almost sprints to take me away. I watch Joseph follow me with his eyes as we leave the party. His face dripping with gloom. My poor Joseph. I’ll make it up to him next week. With the money he pays Brian today I will buy him something in return. That’s the only way he’ll accept it back. It’ll also make him happy again.

John pulls me into an office on the first floor of the building. It’s his. He throws the pillows off his black leather couch.

“We have to do this here,” He states and drops his pants to the ground to reveal a sizeable cock. It’s not the biggest or the smallest I’ve seen; it’s probably seven inches and average in girth. He’s not Joseph, that’s for damn sure.

I lick my lips, staring at it. For show, of course. After his violent outburst I’m not digging him as much now. I want a man to treat me right. He’s not the kind. “Do you want me to suck him or do you want to shove him in here?” I lift my dress to expose my thong. I spread my legs and pull the thong to the side to show him my pussy.

“Damn you’re sexy. Worth every penny.”

Yep, another no-no in the world of sex. If you want to reel in your escort and make her do an even better job, don’t talk about payment when you’re about to do the deed. It’s not sexy. It’s downright demeaning.

I turn around and bend over to give him a good view of my plump ass.

“Oh fuck Ty, let my fuck you. My come is dripping off my dick already.”

I grab my purse and pull out a condom. I’m still wet from Joseph earlier so I should be good to go without lube. I don’t think it’ll take jackass over here long to come. I’ll make sure of it. I want to get home. I’ve got to work with Becka tomorrow night anyhow.

I roll the condom on for him and I bend over the couch. He fucks me and like I figured, he doesn’t take long and I fake moan and grind my hips. I can make this believable as it comes. He grunts loud and fills the condom deep inside me. The whole time I’m thinking of fucking my favorite man. I can’t help it. He keeps me wet so I don’t need any lube. He pulls out his cock and ties the top off.

“God I can’t believe you’re so damn tight Tylah,” He huffs, catching his breath post orgasm. I’m fine. I’m barely worked up. My pussy is tender but that’s thanks to sexy Joseph, not this man.

We finish up say our goodbyes and his driver takes me home to Queens and drops me off on Astoria. It’s one a.m. by the time I stroll through my front door and Becka’s not home yet so I strip down, shower and go to sleep. I’m exhausted. So much for a magical night. The only thing pleasant about it all was the two hundred dollar tip, Joseph, and free food. But I have a strange feeling I’ll be seeing John again.

‘Ring, Ring Hookah, Ring, Ring,’ My phone sings and vibrates. It’s Lala from True Blood welcoming me awake.

Fuck I’m tired. Who is calling me? Oh yeah this can only be one of the people from work.

I slap my hand on my bed side table and pull my phone to my ear.

“Yeah?” I bark and check out my alarm clock. It’s nine in the damn morning.

“Sorry Alexis, didn’t mean to wake you. But did Becka come home last night? I got payment this morning but I haven’t heard from her. Plus I have some stuff you and I need to talk about.” Brian’s in serious mode. I’m so not in the mood.

“Fine, fine. Let me check.” I drop out of my bed and onto my creamy shag rug. I love this thing. I pad my way into Becka’s room. “She’s passed out asleep,” I confirm and go back into my room and lay in bed. I hate waking up this early. I’m not a morning person in any way shape or form.

He breathes a sign of relief. “Oh, thank god. Seems as though both my number one girls were working extra hard last night and I was worried.”

“Huh?”

“I received the $2200 for you from John and he wants to book for you next Wednesday night. This time it’s just you two. No gala… and…”

I cut him off. “He put his hand on me last night at dinner Brian, if he wants to date me again you need to talk to him. Plus, I want more money if I have to put up with that bullshit. Straight up. If you want to keep him on my client list then he pays more for that fucking outburst. If he turns out to be nicer then I’ll drop him back but I’m not doing it again for less than twenty-five hundred.”

He chuckles. “I know all about his hands. I got a call bright and early this morning from Joseph stating you bumped into him last night. I thought it was a bit strange to get a wire of five grand last night from him. I thought it was a prepayment.”

“What the fuck! He paid that much money?” I’m pissed, Joseph is crazy. Lock him in the looney bin kind of crazy.

“Yeah, didn’t know you were working both men last night. You’re an animal,” he teases.

“I didn’t fuck Joseph. He fingered me and that’s it. I didn’t touch him,” I clarify in a burst of frustration.

“What?” He sounds confused.

“Yep, I offered but he wouldn’t let me. Said that touching me was fine with him. We did it in a closet at the gala after he tracked me down to make sure I wasn’t hurt from John. We were at the same damn table together. It was awkward.”

He busts out laughing and I pull the phone from my ear. I don’t find it humorous. Laugh it up Brian. Jerk wad.

“He shouldn’t be paying if he’s not getting anything,” he states, finally calming down.

“I told him the same damn thing. He said he’d pay a million just to sleep with me. I think he’s going off the deep end. When is he booked again?”

“He’s with you Tuesday and Friday next week. Two nights and seventeen thousand total for you.”

Oh this is wrong, wrong and more wrong. Two nights with Joseph and one night with John next week. And Joseph doesn’t even know my first name. Maybe I should tell him? I’ve used Tylah for so long when I fuck. I dunno, but if he’s paying that much I feel like I should at least reveal something. Damn, he is nuts. I don’t have a pussy of gold, for Christ sake.

“I like him, Brian. You shouldn’t be charging that much,” I snap at my boss.

“Chill out woman. I know that. I told him that we could do five a full night. I know you hump like bunnies but it’s a good cut for us and he gets a break. He wired twenty over anyhow. I texted him to tell him no but he said he has another gift for you and that the extra money is my buy out so you’ll accept it. Whatever the hell
it is
. Then I got the extra five this morning. Which I’m not taking a cut of. That’s a tip, or that’s what I consider it. I make plenty from you. And by the way, your little roomy will be sleeping all day because she was gangbanged last night. By eight guys and they all paid up.”

Holy shit!

“What?!” I screech, sitting up in bed.

“Yeah, the party was a little more than a normal party. They all liked her and offered her a shit load of cash to fuck them all. She did it all eight of them and they booked her all again, two weeks out. Let her sleep until it’s time for tonight. She needs the healing. Plus give her some of that salve for her pussy; it will help the soreness.”

“Okay,” I choke out. Damn, my best friend just slept with eight dudes in one night. I’ve been offered that a few times but I never accepted it. I’m not that insane. They fuck assholes and pussies and mouths when you do that kind of stuff. I’m not down with the DP and mouth stuff. But if she would have called me I would have made an exception to help her. Shit, that’s too many cocks for one woman. She’s probably sore as hell. I would be. “Brian, if she thinks this is too much, I’ll do the gig with her next time. This way she’s not taken advantage of and we can handle eight men between the two of us,” I explain as calmly as I can. I’m still freaking out.

“You ask her. I’ll talk to the clients if she agrees.”

We talk another ten minutes about my last night and the plans for next week. I guess I get Joseph two nights. Which I am completely smitten with. He’s much better than John but I get John on Wednesday. Maybe I can make that a quick fuck and leave. I’m sure I’ll be super sore anyhow after being with Joseph all night.

***

It’s six and it’s time to wake the sleeping beauty. She’s been out all day. I had to check her pulse twice to make sure she wasn’t dead.

“Becka,” I push her and she groans. “Beck, get up, we’ve got dates tonight. A double one, remember? You’ve got to be a hot girlfriend. I’ve got to be the best friend.” I push her again.

She opens her eyes with a giant sleepy smile and stretches her arms above her head. Her long blonde hair slayed over her pillow perfectly. She’s even sexy when she wakes up without any makeup on.

“Hello, best friend of mine. Did Brian call you already?” She can’t stop smiling.

I giggle. “Yes, I know you took of eight dicks last night. You’re nuts. How was it?”

“It was AWESOME!” She screams and I laugh at her again, shaking my head. This woman is a lunatic. “I got fucked in my ass which made me come, then they fucked my pussy mostly and I came like twenty times, a few of them were givers and sucked my clit or played with it while they fucked me, I got Dp’d and the man who took my ass was huge. I jacked a few and sucked a few off. It was amazing. Total head buzz. You should try it. I was drenched with sweat and my pussy is killing me and my arms are on fire from so much jacking. But I made bank and came so much. Damn, you should have been there.” She taps me lazily on the shoulder with the biggest sated grin ever.

“If you want to share the wealth I’ll work with you in two weeks since they booked you again. Unless you want all eight cocks to yourself.” I smile and push her to make sure she gets up. We have to be on Astoria at seven thirty.

She peels back the covers and she’s completely naked and so am I. We don’t wear a lot of clothes around the house. We’re chicks; it doesn’t matter. Spreading her legs, she rubs her fingers over her swollen lips and winces.

I get up and retrieve the pussy salve we have from the bathroom and come back.

“Here, let me put this on,” I offer and open the jar. It’s a concoction Brian made. I have no idea what’s in it but it does work wonders.

She spreads further and I collect some of the cream on my fingers. I apply it over her bright red pussy lips and she flinches as her face contorts. I know it hurts. I’ve been sore before, many times.

“Do you want me to open them up? Or leave them closed? I can put it inside too.”

“Do it all,” She whines.

I part her lips with my one hand and gently as lightly as possible massage the cream into every nook and cranny of her folds. I get a big dollop and massage it into her clit and it comes out of its hood to say hello. She has the biggest clit I’ve ever seen. It’s not like a giant body builders one but it’s about three times larger than average. And I find it fascinating. I can’t stop rubbing it.

“Oh, will you stop that? Or finish what you just started.” She teases and pushes her crotch at me.

I tap her clit and she bucks off the bed. “You’re horny already? Jesus woman. Save it for tonight. We’ve got a job to do,” I state sternly.

“No, you finish me please.” She begs.

I shake my head. “No, I’m sorry, I just find it interesting.”

“Then examine it more, Alexis. It won’t take long. My arms are so sore and I’d rather you do it. It feels better,” she whines like a baby. This must be how she turns men on.

I ignore her and lube my hand back up with more cream and plunge my fingers into her hole which is still surprisingly tighter than I expected. She winces again.

“See you’re not horny any more are you? That hurt didn’t it?”

She nods. “Yes, but I want you to make me come. And don’t forget my ass.” She wiggles her hips and gives me a little playful giggle.

“I’m not making you come. Make your date do that. And just the outside of the ass or inside too?”

“Well… if you’re offering, inside too.”

I push her legs up and make her hold them behind the knees to open up her behind better for me to reach.

“I’ll do this only because you’re my best friend.”

I lube her rosette and push one finger inside of her ass with the special cream on it. She groans appreciatively. This must have been the most painful part. It will relieve some of the pain. The cream has a slight numbing effect. But it does tingle the clit, making you want to orgasm. Although it doesn’t do that to the rest of your privates. Different types of skin, I guess. I make sure to carefully coat the inside of her asshole the best I can.

“Is that good?” I ask pulling my finger out.

She shakes her head sadly. “No, my ass needs more,” she whines. Yep, the big cock must have hurt.

I gather up another scoop on my index finger and push it back inside of her ass. She yips and I swirl inside, trying to get as much as I can without hurting her. The walls are smooth and truth be known this doesn’t gross me out. Some may find it odd I touch my best friend’s pussy or ass but it’s normal to me. It’s not sexual unless I allow it to be. When you sleep with men for a living and live with a woman who you’re naked around a shit ton, sex and nakedness take on different meanings. Men don’t see it that way for the most part they associate the two, but I don’t.

I pull it out and she seems to feel more at ease.

“Thanks.”

“Yep, now you can’t shower again because I just put that cream on but you need to get ready.” I glance at her nightstand clock. “We have an hour before it’s time to go.”

She nods. “Oh and Alexis please do the eight men with me in two weeks. I can’t do it again. You can have the big cock man. That tore my ass up.”

I shake my head. “I’m not doing anal. But I will help suck and fuck whoever.”