Caught Inside (6 page)

I laid my head back, closed my eyes,
let my left hand gently massage my nipples while my right hand
turned on the vibration button on the end of the vibrator. I let
the pulsing vibrations tease between my legs while I spread my legs
open more. The water bubbles teased up to my ass and tickled my
lips. I pressed the soft round end of the vibrator against my
swollen clitoris and pictured Trey's fingers massaging me. It
wasn't hard to conjure him up in the hot tub with me. He had been
with me mentally all day.

I let the soft tip slowly slide in and
out a few times, and then I set the pulsation back against my
clitoris. I toyed with myself like this for minutes as I bit my
lower lip and felt my body slide deeper into the hot tub. My finger
pinched my left nipple, and my hips arched up a bit as I slid the
vibrator in deep. Deep and pulsating sensations tingled through my
body. I felt the ache and desire, build within me. I knew I could
make myself cum. I had done it plenty of times to keep myself from
being too wound up. However, this time, as I did it thinking of
Trey, I felt as if my own orgasm was not enough. That having Trey
actually complete the task would be far better than
myself.

I opened my eyes, looked up at the
stars. I let my left hand wander down and rub my clitoris as my
right hand thrust the vibrator in and out, faster, deeper, and then
I felt the wave of completion rush through my body. I pulled the
vibrator out yet left my hand between legs, crushing it while the
orgasm shook me to my core. I was good to myself. I knew my body
well. Better than any man. But somehow, this time, Trey would have
made it so much better. And that, was not going to happen. This
was, as good or close, as I could let him get. Any closer and the
man might make me lethally explode. Yes, I knew my body, my sexual
attraction, and I knew if I let Trey get his hands on me - I was
done for.

Chapter Five

Wrought from my personal hot tub
treatment, I stepped out naked, into the cool of the evening air
and noticed my cell had three texts from Trey personally. Perhaps
he was thinking of me as I was of him.

The first one asked if I could do two
dates in San Francisco tomorrow with a third option on Sunday at
the Pier.

The second one had pictures of my
choices. All attractive and dark haired, very business
looking.

The third text, thanked me for
selecting him and to contact Zachery with any questions. He had no
idea how great I selected him tonight, but that was between me and
the stars.

By midnight, I fell asleep to my
second orgasm. I was not done working Trey out of my physically
wound up tingling body yet. I was sure his texts got me thinking
about him again. He was not an easy man to forget about. Too bad, I
had such an emotional hang up with surfer types, otherwise I kept
picturing him with a short professional cut, black dress suit and a
cut drink glass in his hand and laughing it up, discussing worldly
topics with the corporate men while all the women executives
complimented me on my fine choice in dates.

The next morning after my six am
workout, I texted Zachery and asked for directions. Four hours
later, I as driving the highway to my first date. He was to meet me
halfway at a roadside crab shack for an early lunch. Then my second
date was my one o'clock date, and he was to meet me three miles
away from the restaurant for a wine tour. They both knew about each
other and my time schedule. They were to be professionally groomed
and knew my choice was not a personal one, but a business
one.

I pulled up to the Hollow Crab House,
a roadside crab shack that had a laid-back atmosphere. I pulled out
my cell phone and texted the man I was to meet, that I had arrived.
His name is Charlie and the picture Zachery texted showed he met
all the physical qualifications, so let's see if he meets my
personal qualifications.

I got a text back that he just pulled
up in a red Honda Accord. I looked around and notice a tall,
physically fit man, get out of his car and look around for what I
assume was the matching woman to the picture that Zachery sent
him.

I got out and waved my hand to get his
attention. He looked my way and smiled. He was attractive by his
physical traits. He was tall. At least six foot one. He had a tan
complexion and dark-brown eyes with thick lashes. His dark black
hair was in a cut I felt was a bit too hip for the professional
crowd, but that was something a nice business suit or tuxedo would
take away.

I approached him with my hand
outstretched as he walked towards me with a smile. He spoke up
first as he shook my hand. "Jennifer Everest? I
presume."

I smiled, but no natural flirtatious
moment took over. It was as if I was meeting a new client. Nothing
like what I felt with Trey. "Yes." I finally spoke up with a fake
smile on my face. "Charlie. It's nice to meet you."

I decided I would leave a moment of
silence pass between us and see if he was the type of man who could
step forward and play the chivalry card by asking if I was hungry,
thirsty or would like to take a seat and get to know each other.
Yet, he just stood there looking around for a second somewhat
uninterested, and then he looked over my shoulder at someone and
smiled flirtatiously, before he turned back to me. I turned and
looked over my shoulder and saw an attractive man. A man, if I was
not mistaken was my one o'clock wine tour date, Bill. He turned
away with his back to us swiftly, and I turned my attention back to
Charlie. I had told Zachery that I did not care if the escort was
gay; it made it all that much easier for me. He just had to not let
it be evident that his interest was not with men when he was with
me, as I was paying for him to be my escort.

I cleared my throat and directed
Charlie over to an empty seat that overlooked the ocean. I waved my
hand to get the waitress's attention that was talking with the man
whom Charlie had been checking out earlier. His attractiveness and
flirtatious nature held the waitress's attention. At this point, I
was almost sure that it was my next escort. He looked my way and
smiled. I smiled back and when Charlie turned to me from looking
out at the ocean and making a polite comment about the view, I
inadvertently raised my eyebrows at him with a forced smile. This
meeting was going to be short and sweet. I would let him down easy.
A man who compliments the view over company needed to get his
priorities straight, particularly if he was trying to get hired by
a female as her escort.

Later, as I watched Charlie drive away
with a bit of disappointment when I told him that this was not
going to happen, that was after I paid for his lobster sandwich and
chips. I turned my attention to the man, I was now sure that I was
going to be meeting in an hour at the winery just up the road. He
winked at me and paid his tab, then I watched him walk away looking
very sophisticated in his khaki shorts, leather dress sandals, a
white pressed golf shirt and a wicked smile.

I thought back to the moment that I
looked on my phone and double checked my intuition about Bill while
Charlie had a mouth full of food and still babbled about politics.
Zachery would get an email that this Charlie guy, might not bode as
well as his initial interview. That his interview skills far
surpassed his personable dating skills.

I still had an hour before meeting
Bill, and I had not touched much of my sandwich when Charlie was
here. I decided to enjoy the view and my meal in peace. When the
waitress came back to check on me, she was a bit inquisitive as to
why I was still here, but my date had gone. I cocked my head
sideways and looked up at her with a polite smile. "He wasn't my
date, just a business meeting. Can I bother you for a refill on my
drink?" She grabbed my empty ice tea drink that came in a Mason jar
and walked away with not much more to our conversation, which was
nothing like the conversation that she held with Bill earlier. This
led me to believe, before even meeting him, that Bill was the
perfect man to play my decoy. He was tall, dark haired, very
handsome and very flirtatious in a general sort of way. He
immediately caught Charlie's eye without putting out the gay vibe,
and yet he held his ground with a very interested waitress. I could
see how his social skills were honed. That, and I gave the man
credit for coming to my earlier escort interview date, just to see
who the competition was and give me a little preview of his social
skills.

All in all, it didn't hurt that he was
handsome and a great planner. My time was limited; my vote was
Bill. That is if he could show me a little something more at the
winery. Perhaps, I wouldn't need to waste my Sunday after all with
escort interview number three and instead find a way to apologize
to Trey for my abrupt behavior on the day of the interview - in
person.

Chapter Six

On the drive home from the winery, I
tried to text Zachery, but he did not answer any of his texts, and
I needed to know if Bill was available for the next two months. I
had left Bill with a sweet soft innocent kiss on the lips, a
promise that he would know my answer before tomorrow evening, as he
was available as early as Monday. I left him with a pep in my step
that I had found the perfect escort. Sexy, funny, very personable,
smart and not a single attraction vibe that could get me into
trouble. Instead, I could see Bill and myself easily becoming great
friends.

I had a full social schedule for the
next few weeks of international clients, and he fit the bill
perfectly, no pun intended. I tried the escort office but there was
no answer. I did not see going out on the Sunday date, when Bill
was the man whom I wanted to pull all this off with. If it worked,
I would keep him on for the next year. We discussed him living in
my spare room, attending college and doing some side work in
marketing for me to help Lorna out. He was a hidden gem and there
was absolutely no sexual interest, but he was an incredible actor.
He had me practically begging for him behind the wine cellar
storage room with his flirtatious touch and mannerisms, then we
broke out in laughter, and he told me to watch him charm the men.
He could act all manly and worldly, act sensitive and caring for
the women, flirt the skirt off anyone and spoke three languages
decently. He knew how to dress, how to work a room, and he was an
aspiring actor who had me fooled. He knew how to avoid political
stance without leaving the person offended. He understood the
perils of international business and had a way of acting out as if
he was a character in a leading movie. He basically charmed me to
the point of elation. I found my answer. No strings attached, but I
look successful not only in business but in my personal life as
well.

I finally decided by nine o'clock at
night it was only fair for me to drop by Trey's place and let him
know. His personal number was unlisted, and he had not responded to
my texts as well. Probably, because his surfing buddy and him were
off doing some swell or another. However, since Trey lived but five
miles down the coast from me in some new condos, it was worth a try
on my way home.

I rang the doorbell twice before
thinking about walking away. Just then, the door opened with a
naked, except for a towel around his waist, Trey. He looked better
than the picture, and I felt my legs tremble. His sculpted abs were
hardened as if he had been exerting himself, his arm muscles pumped
and needless to say his chest muscles looked the same as they did
when he surfed the circuit.

"Jennifer? You are um here, at my
place. What's wrong?" His voice sounded concerned but his smile and
wandering eyes told me he had other things on his mind then my
well-being; that is, unless I was naked underneath him, or so I
internally told myself. Then a little voice crept into my brain,
'you would take him while on top'. I let my mouth smile with that
thought.

I looked over his shoulder to the
sounds of two female voices giggling, and then I found my
professional composure and spoke up. "Uhm. Nothing. I tried to text
you and Zachery. Bill is perfect. I'll take him. I need him solid
for the next two weeks. He's totally available to travel and..."
The sight of two naked gorgeous blondes chasing each other with
whipped cream cans over Trey's shoulder stopped me. He caught my
stare, looked over his shoulder and turned back to me with a smile
that explained it all.

"I've got some stress to work
out."

My mouth spouted out before I could
retreat from my comment. "I bet you do. The right woman would only
take one, not two women to help you work out that stress. Listen,
have Zachery call me. I don't need tomorrow's appointment." My tone
had been a bit snide at first then when I looked back into his
eyes; I heard my deceptive voice with my own ears. I was flirting
when I said the right woman would only take one, and I wanted
desperately to offer up my services to show him. More so, just to
prove my theory than anything else. I was a very competitive person
by nature.

"Okay." He stood there with his arms
now outstretched over his head, his hands above grasping the
doorframe, flexing his entire set of chest muscles and abs, staring
at me. Looking me up and down with his eyes as if they were laser
beams, and he was undressing me right there at his doorway. Blonde
twins be damned. He had a look as if he didn't care an iota about
them, and that he wanted to have me right there. Just then, his
towel dropped, and I could not help but glance down at his
rock-hard cock sticking out towards me. My eyes grew, and it was
then that he realized the towel had fallen off.