Pleasure (4 page)

It was a surreal evening, something out of a dream. He had
been attentive, charming, and mannerly. Everything a woman could want on a
first date.

But it wasn’t what she wanted. Yet, she didn’t know how to ask
for more. The restaurant he took her to was definitely five-star rated and high
above the city, the show they saw was a top-name comedian that she enjoyed
immensely. Fallon was a brilliant conversationalist, managing to maintain an
even flow, focusing on her life, her likes and dislikes, and yet managing to
keep the conversation well away from anything personal about himself.

He then took her to a nightclub and she found him observing
her as she watched a pair of vibrant flamenco dancers blaze across the floor.

And now they were back at her hotel and about to close the
evening, even though she didn’t want it to end. Not yet. They stopped in front
of her door.

She didn’t know what to say, what to do. She was so hot, so
needy, and she didn’t know how to ask for what she wanted most. She fumbled in
her purse for the card to open her door. Suddenly, he reached over and plucked
the keycard from her hand.

Before she could utter a sound, he whirled her around and
pressed her up against the wall next to her door, his dark head swooped down
and his mouth claimed hers.

Her stomach somersaulted, the flame roared to life. His
tongue demanded entrance, she tasted wine and the sweetness lingering from the
tiramisu they’d shared earlier. Her purse dropped from her lifeless hands and
her arms rose up.

He tasted delicious and she wanted more. He lifted his head
to look down at her. One of his hands moved down and pushed up the hem of her
dress. A hard hand was on her leg, determinedly pushing her thighs apart.

“You think you want sex, don’t you? You think that will
satisfy why you came to Las Vegas.”

Helen’s cheeks flooded with heat. “Isn’t that what you do?”

He leaned down and kissed her lingeringly, his hand rose to
cup her buttock, kneading lightly, pressing her against him. Her juices begin
to gather between her thighs. Yes, this was what she needed.

He lifted his head, his hands still at work on her body.
“It’s not what I’m paid for and it’s not what you need. It may be what you
think you need, but I’ve watched you—both last night and tonight.” He pressed
her closer.

She quickly glanced down the hallway. “Shouldn’t we go
inside?”

His lips curved into a smile as he pressed her closer, and
she could feel the ridge of his cock, a rock hard presence against her. Oh,
God, she needed him to fuck her.

“You like to watch, Helen. It makes you hot.”

“What? I do not.”

He chuckled. “Yes, you do. You liked watching last night,
didn’t you? And you don’t want just sex—you want it dished out with a little
excitement attached. Or you wouldn’t be here.”

Fallon’s hand inched beneath the waist of her panties and
then he was pushing them down her legs. Her heartbeats grew more rapid.
“Inside,” she managed to gasp, even though she was so hot right now, her juices
were running down her legs.

His fingers feathered against her pussy lips. “You want it
right here in the hall. You aren’t far from coming right now, are you, Helen?
The thought that you might be seen—you like that idea as well. You want it
naughty, Helen. You want to be naughty.”

“No-no, that’s not what I want.” But she knew it was a lie
as his fingers glanced over her puffy lips. And when he touched her clit, she
thought she would explode right then and there.

“It’s my job to know people. I’m not a prostitute—you can
pick up one of them on any street corner if plain sex is all you want. Or ask
any hotel attendant for room service and you’ll have a quick fuck waiting at
your door. I can give you more, Helen. When I saw you last night, I could tell
you wanted what I can offer you.”

“What’s that?” she whispered painfully as she reached for
the orgasm that she knew wasn’t far away.

His fingers pushed into her and she almost screamed with the
pleasure. Damn him, but he was right. She wanted to reach it here, right now in
the hall, with the possibility that anyone could come along and see them. She
wanted him to strip her right here. Take her in full view of anyone who might
pass by. What was the matter with her?

Yet it was as though he heard her thoughts. He pulled the
shawl from her arms and dropped it to the floor. The hand that was not anchored
inside her, reached behind her and pulled the zipper down her back and her
dress fell forward, exposing her breasts for anyone to see.

Desire so intense filled her at the idea of someone watching
them that she thought she would disintegrate right there.

“You see, Helen? I’m right, aren’t I? You’re a secret
exhibitionist…and a voyeur.” His fingers spread her as his thumb wooed her
clitoris.

Helen couldn’t help responding, thrusting her hips against
his hand, gasping for breath. “Yes, oh God, please. I need to come.”

“Here in the hallway? You’d come for me here, right now?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “I can’t stand much more.” Her whole body
tingled with anticipation.

The bodice of her dress fell lower and he dropped his head,
sucking one of her tight nipples into his mouth and then she did explode, right
there. Spasm after spasm consumed her as she shattered, felt his teeth grip and
tug at her nipple, and another climax rippled through her before the echoes of
the first one had receded.

He pulled his fingers from inside her and with both hands,
gripped her ass, keeping her from tumbling to the hall floor, as she gasped for
air.

As she came back to herself Helen realized where she was and
almost died of mortification. How could she have done that?

She wanted to quickly dress and retreat inside her room,
never to step outside the door again. Fallon pressed her back against the wall.
“Step out of your panties, Helen.”

The tone of his voice, deep and demanding, left no room for
refusal. She did as he said, unable to form cohesive thoughts. He picked them
up and pocketed them. “When you bought my services, you purchased something
special for yourself. I don’t do routine sex, I do more. Do you think you got
what you wanted tonight, Helen?”

Her heart still raced in her chest. Her whole body quivered
from the echoing response she still experienced. “I-I’ve never done anything
quite like this before.”

“Do you want more? Do you want to find out who you really
are beneath all that veneer you use to hide your desires?”

“I don’t know. It frightens me.” She stood there in the
hallway, half naked, and somehow didn’t even move to cover herself. It was wild
Helen who responded to this man with every fiber of her being as she thrust her
naked breasts toward him totally contrary to the words she’d just spoken.
Wanton Helen, who wanted everything this man offered.

“But it excites you as well, doesn’t it—the thought of
experiencing the taboo?”

She looked into his eyes and found herself drowning beneath
the sensual heat. Anything this man wanted to do to her, with her, she was
eager to experience.

“This was just a sample. There’s so much more. Did you think
you would come to Vegas and one night of hot sex was going to quench that
yearning inside you?”

“Yes.”

He pulled the bodice of her dress over her shoulders and
zipped up the back. Helen almost collapsed in disappointment. Leaning down,
Fallon picked up her purse and handed it to her.

“I’ve enjoyed our time together tonight. I hope you did as
well. Tomorrow night, be in the bar at ten o’clock and you may just find out
something more about yourself and you’ll see I’m right. Then, if you want more,
we’ll arrange something special for you. I think I know exactly what would
please you.”

On shaking legs she turned toward the door of her room. He
swiped the card and handed it back to her as he opened the door.

He gently turned her to face him. “Lines can get blurred
when it comes to pleasure, especially in Las Vegas.” His face was now
expressionless as his gaze burned into her. “You pay for my services—and my
profession is pleasure. Let me show you what I really have to offer—but
remember, it’s business. It’s not personal. Remember that, and we could have a
very pleasurable association.”

Fallon leaned down and whispered a kiss against her lips and
coaxed her inside the room, then closed the door behind her.

Helen’s brain was on overload, her body replete from the
powerful climaxes he’d given her. Yet, he hadn’t used his cock, that member
that she had wanted so badly. Was he right? Was it the excitement, the taboo
rather than the sex?

Suddenly, nothing was very clear to her hazy brain. Tomorrow
night, ten o’clock. What was he going to show her? What was Helen allowing
herself to be drawn into?

Her whole body shuddered at the memory of what she’d just
experienced. But like Cinderella reminded of midnight, she knew she’d
eventually need to return to her life. Eventually.

She tingled as she remembered his last words.

"You pay for my services—and my profession is
pleasure.”

You could say that again.

Helen entered the bar at precisely ten o’clock the next
night. What she thought she would see, she had no idea. For a man she’d known for
such a short period of time, Fallon seemed to have dug down inside her to
discover things even she hadn’t surmised about herself.

She didn’t know what to expect—she had not called the
Fantasy Escort service to schedule another “date” with Fallon. Yet she couldn’t
stop herself from going to the bar. Helen settled onto the same barstool where
she’d sat two nights before and ordered a glass of wine. She sipped from the
glass, her thoughts on who Fallon really was. He didn’t use a last name and she
doubted that Fallon was his real name. She realized he had gotten a lot of
information from her, but shared nothing personal about himself. He was
definitely smooth, she had to give him that.

“He’s at it again,” the bartender mumbled, shaking his head
as he cleaned a glass with a white towel.

“What?” Her thoughts had been centered elsewhere and she
asked the question out of habit rather than really looking for an answer.

“Fallon.” The bartender nodded in the direction of the dance
floor. “Boy, he’s hot tonight. Wouldn’t mind being a little fly on the wall
with that group.”

Helen stiffened and then slowly swiveled around on the stool
to search the dance floor. Her gaze roved over the gyrating couples and then
stopped. Her gaze widened and her pussy clenched. Fallon again seemed to be the
center of attention as he glided around the floor; his attentions tonight were
devoted to an attractive couple.

Shock spread through Helen at the realization that it wasn’t
just a woman, but a man and woman, because Fallon was indeed attentive to both.

Naughty thoughts flitted through Helen’s head as she tried
to wrap her mind around what appeared to be Fallon’s paid engagement for the
evening.

As she watched, they stroked each other in lingering,
sensual touches. Bodies bent and melded, swiveled and undulated. There was no
doubt in Helen’s mind that Fallon must be bisexual as he moved in a seductive
fashion around first the woman and then the man. Why that thought didn’t repel
her she had no idea. Instead, she found it oddly exciting. Obviously, Fallon
was right and she did like the idea of being naughty.

Unexpectedly, her vision blurred and her mind turned to the
vision of Fallon on a bed with the couple and she watched it play out in her
mind. Her breathing increased and her pussy flooded with her juices. She wanted
to reach down to assuage the desire. She felt so needy, it hurt.

Closing her eyes, she attempted to rein in her erotic
thoughts.

“Hello, Helen.”

Her eyes snapped open to encounter Fallon standing in front
of her. Sans dress jacket, his white shirt was open at the neck, exposing a
nice amount of tanned flesh, his shirt sleeves rolled back.

He grabbed her hand and hauled her off the stool, turning to
look at the bartender.

“Hold her place—she’ll be right back.” Then he pulled her
out a side door into a back room. Pushing her against the shelves lined with
white towels, he pinned her with his body.

“You like watching, don’t you? You couldn’t resist coming
here.”

“No,” she rasped out. “You intrigued me. I-I didn’t know.”

“But you do now.” He feathered kisses along her jaw.
Fallon’s hand moved beneath her skirt, to her soaked panties. “You’re wet,
Helen. You got turned on by watching us dance, didn’t you?”

“Are-are they your clients tonight? Why are you here with
me? I didn’t arrange anything with your service for this evening.” She spread
her legs instinctively, hot for his touch, burning to have him inside her.

His fingers entered her swiftly and she leaned her head back
onto the soft cushion of towels. She pushed her torso against his invading
presence.

“Sometimes, a good businessman gives a little something away
for free. Just a sample, you understand.” His finger swirled over her clit.
“You’d like to watch some more, wouldn’t you?”

He plunged deeper and she rocked her hips, pushing against
him as she reached for it—the climax hovering at the fringes of her mind.

“Yes.”

His hand drove her higher, his mouth was at her neck,
sucking and nipping, driving her wild.

“I can arrange it.” He pulled out and pushed deep, finally
sending her over the edge.

She moaned and fell against him, caught in the fantasy of
watching him with the couple.

“Oh, God, I didn’t know it would be like this.” She gripped
his shoulders, trying to hang on to her sanity. “This isn’t me,” she whimpered.
“I’ve never done anything like this before. Never wanted what you’re saying I
want.”

Fallon pulled her into his arms and stroked her back
soothingly. “Most people don’t really know what gives them pleasure, or are
afraid to grab for it. What about you, Helen? I think you want the excitement.
It’s why you’ve come. You’re tired of pretending to be what everyone else
expects you to be. You’re tired of hiding.”

She stepped back on trembling legs. He gazed down at her as
she leaned back against the shelf. “I have responsibilities and I certainly
can’t turn my back on them. After all these years, I can’t turn into someone
else.”

“It would shock them. They’d think you’d lost your mind—that
you’re going through a midlife crisis.”

“I would be. That’s exactly what it feels like. Do you have
any idea what the difference in our ages is? People—my people—would certainly
never understand. And that I paid you for the privilege as well? I’d be laughed
at.”

“But this is Vegas. And obviously you want more than what
they can give you. You’re a beautiful woman, Helen. And you should go after
whatever it is you want. You deserve to be pleasured in any way that pleases
you.”

“Easily said.”

He pulled one of his cards out of his pocket and cupped her
fingers around it. “I have to get back. I’ve written an address on the back of
this card. If you really want to explore your desires, make a reservation there
for next Saturday night in the name of Hannah Smith. Tell them you’re a guest
of Fallon’s—they won’t ask for more information than that. Call the service and
leave a message for me. I’ll take care of the rest.” He leaned forward and
pressed his lips to hers in a sensual kiss. “Let’s see if the adventuress I
know lurks inside you will finally reveal herself. You’ve become acquainted with
her just a little this weekend, but I know she wants a lot more.”

He turned away from her and headed to the door. He stopped
and looked at her. “Wait a few minutes and then slip out after me. No one will
know you were here.”

Then he was gone. Her whole body tingled in the aftermath of
the orgasm. She gripped the card in her palm, felt the sharp edges bite into
her skin. She had to wonder what exactly he had in mind. She’d have a whole
week to ponder that over. A whole week in which she knew her body would not
allow her to rest.

She’d never met anyone quite like Fallon before in her life.
He was definitely unique. She had a feeling it was going to be a long summer of
erotic surprises if she didn’t turn tail and hide.