Authors: Adrianna Dane
Pleasure
Pleasure
can't be bought, you say? An expensive bottle of champagne…a dress designed for
seduction…a man who's an expert at pleasing.
Helen holds
a prestigious position in her small town, is the mother of two lovely, grown
children, and has reached a point in her life where she can afford exactly what
she wants. She should be satisfied. So why does she feel like something is
missing? What else could she possibly want?
An ad in a
Las Vegas newspaper peeks her interest, touching on an untapped yearning that
sends her on a journey of discovery. About herself. A sensual adventure into a
glittering world of taboo, where she learns that acquiring pleasure depends on
her willingness to explore with an attractive escort trained to guide…and
pamper…and arouse...
This story is a work of original fiction. All names,
characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination,
or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or
dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be
reproduced in any form without written permission from the author.
This book remains the copyrighted property of the author.
Copyright ©2016 by Adrianna Dane
Cover Art ©Designs by James
This story was originally released in March 2007 by
Amber Quill Press/Amber Heat
CAUTION:
This story contains explicit sexual situations and strong language. You
must be over the age of 18 years of age to read this story.
Pleasure
By Adrianna
Dane
Dream Romantic
Unlimited, LLC
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ONE
Unsettled, agitated, but unable to pinpoint exactly what her
problem stemmed from, Helen was looking for something, but didn’t know exactly
what. Over the last few months she’d had problems sleeping, tossing and
turning, oftentimes getting up, wandering through the big, old empty house.
These days her mind seemed to wander to the what-ifs of her life. Up at six, in
the office by eight. Putting out fires nine to five. Dinner parties, thank you
notes, packages send off to the kids. Every day, the same thing, the same
expectations, the same responsibilities. Helen leaned back in her office chair
and browsed through the Las Vegas newspaper. And then something caught her
attention. She couldn’t help focusing on the ad.
Your Fantasy Awaits in Las
Vegas.
Crazy. What was she thinking? Had she lost her mind? Maybe,
finally she had. Fantasy Escorts. Her thoughts turned to the
too-good-to-be-true young male companion outlined in the advertisement.
Suddenly, Helen recalled Alice Becker’s whispered conversation at the Country
Club charity event several weeks before concerning a trip Alice had made to
Paris, and a certain lusty young man she’d hired to escort her around Paris.
What Helen wouldn’t give to have someone like that just for
one night, attuned to her every desire. Letting her forget the demands of her
job, the expectations of the community. Just to feel like a woman again. A
desirable woman.
Attuned to your every need
. Helen liked the sound of
that. Young, virile, attractive man. Even better. Anonymous passion. Dangerous
to be sure. But Las Vegas was a good hundred miles away from the small town she
lived in. Who would know?
Sin City. People went there to get lost, to have an
adventure, to shed their inhibitions.
Sighing, she looked up as her assistant walked in carrying a
pile of papers.
“Break’s over, Madam Mayor. You need to look these over and
sign them. And that meeting with the Task Force has been changed to three
o’clock. I checked your calendar and that will work for you.” She set the files
on Helen’s desk and then peered up at her, a frown on her face. “You look
tired, Helen, you should get away for a few days. You’ve been working too
hard.”
Closing, then folding the newspaper, Helen set her fantasies
aside. Real life demanded her attention. “Too much to do, Margaret. This isn’t
a good time for me to take a trip.”
Margaret straightened, hands planted on her generous hips.
“So, when? The kids are on their own, it’s summer, and things are as quiet as
they’re ever going to get.” She leaned forward, placed both hands on the desk,
and looked pointedly at Helen. “They take advantage of you. Everyone depends on
you for the answers. You need to get away, get some fresh perspective. Get Todd
Jennings or Arthur Thompson to go with you. You seem to like their company.”
Helen made a face. Todd and Arthur were great as escorts to
the various social functions in the county when she needed a date. But there
was certainly no passion there. It was more a duty, and their desire to be seen
and receive the exposure with the press, accompanying her provided them. But
that’s as far as it went.
She sighed. “I’ll think about it. It might be nice to get
away for a weekend.”
Margaret nodded. “Shall I get one of them on the phone for
you?”
“No, no. If I go, I’m going alone. I don’t want one of them
fluttering about.”
“I thought you liked them.”
“Well enough. But not that well.”
“Too bad. I don’t like thinking of you all alone in that big
house of yours. You deserve to be with someone who will make you happy.”
Helen laughed. She’d rather be alone than with either of
those two under foot all the time. When Allen had asked for a divorce ten years
ago in order to marry one of his students, she’d been devastated. He’d been a
university professor and she was working as a public defender at the time. She
hadn’t seen it coming, had thought they had a perfect life. But it all went
sour.
She gave him the divorce he wanted, but not the kids. Some
young bimbo wasn’t raising
her
children. It was one of those times when
being a lawyer came in very handy. He’d since divorced the bimbo and gone on to
a third relationship. He liked them young and apparently wore them out fast.
Helen chose not to remarry. Not that there were that many
eligible men in Ferris that she was attracted to, so it hadn’t been all that
difficult to remain single. Besides, she had the children to think about. She’d
kept her pride and her reputation and gone on to run for mayor, winning by a
landslide. That was five years ago, and she really hadn’t had time to stop and
think much about her personal situation. Single parent, lawyer, and then mayor,
and all the associated responsibilities each role entailed. The house hadn’t
seemed quite so large when the children were at home. Maybe that was the problem.
Suddenly, she had only herself to worry about it.
Sarah and Thomas were now both in college—Sarah a junior and
Tom a senior. Both decided to take summer jobs away from their sleepy little
hometown. So she was all alone, with a whole summer stretched out before her.
“So where will you go?” Margaret demanded to know.
Helen thought of the newspaper ad and the glitz and
anonymity of Las Vegas. Did she dare? An odd tingle raced through her. It was a
level of excitement she’d had felt in a very, very long time.
“I’m not sure,” she said. “But make sure my calendar is
clear for the weekend, will you? I do think I’ll get away.”
Margaret nodded. “You bet. It’s about time. Being mayor is
all good and dandy, but you need a life beyond that. Everyone knows you’re dedicated,
but you deserve a little personal time to yourself.” She turned and strode
toward the door of Helen’s office. “I’ll make sure you’re clear.”
Helen watched her leave, then ignoring the sheaf of papers
Margaret had dropped on her desk, picked up the paper and opened to the page
with the intriguing ad.
Let us make you feel like the world is at your feet
…
She really did like the sound of that. Helen tore the ad out of the paper,
folded it, and placed it inside her handbag.
Margaret had no idea what thoughts ran through Helen’s head
right now. A night out in Vegas accompanied by a handsome young man eager to
cater to her every whim and make her feel desirable as a woman again seemed
like exactly what she needed. Even if he was paid to do so. Maybe that was
better. No strings attached. She could shed the mantle of mayor and icon of the
community. She could pretend she didn’t have a care in the world—at least for
the weekend. It was really very tempting.
If she picked one of the lesser known hotel casinos, something
not on the well-traveled strip, she was less likely to run into someone she
knew. And she wanted to be someone else, just for a little while. Someone
daring and adventurous. Someone who didn’t need to hide the passion seething
inside her in order to maintain her rock solid reputation in their small
community. She wouldn’t have to maintain a nice polite façade because everyone
she encountered was someone she knew and a potential voter in the next
election. She needed something to bring back the spark.
She might seem over the hill to the lukewarm available
bachelors in Ferris, but there was much more to Helen Dawson than the matronly
figure everyone respected and looked up to for the running of their little
town.
Not so little really, but compared to somewhere like Las
Vegas, it certainly didn’t compete.
She’d wait to phone the agency listed in the ad until she
arrived in Vegas. It was going to take courage to make that call—and daring.
She needed a new dress or two and she didn’t dare buy something from a local
shop—not the sort of attire she envisioned—people would ask too many questions.
But she could order something…interesting…online. That could be fun as well.
Again, she thought about what a young, good-looking escort
would be like. What exactly did an escort do? The ad offered some very
interesting possibilities. Outside of her own little county she really was just
a tiny cog, and in a large metropolis with such a transient population she
could get away without being noticed. Couldn’t she?
Right now she just wanted to be a woman without all the
other various and sundry titles attached—like mayor, mother, icon, and pillar
of the community. Just a woman. Who needed a man.
