Politics. Escorts. Blackmail. (8 page)

Monday—July 25, 2011

M
anhattan was booked to meet Mr. 51, Senator Darrell Ellington, at the Library Hotel on Madison Avenue, a boutique hotel known for its artsy rooms with collections of artwork and books. The particular room they were scheduled to meet in was called the Erotica Deluxe Room, complete with chocolates and champagne.

As soon as Mr. 51 walked into the room, Leilani noticed a different look upon his face. His charm was absent. He stood there in his dark blue suit, and she stood dressed in her fuchsia bra and panties. He looked unfazed, then immediately said, “Maybe I should be asking Money this, but I’m going to ask you.”

“What? What’s wrong?”

He looked only at her face. “Who knows?”

“Who knows what?”

“Who knows I’m here?”

“Knows you’re here right now?” she asked.

“Now, then, whenever. Who knows?” He was no-nonsense.

“Outside of the company, no one. Why? Did, like, something happen?”

He walked toward the window, looked out, and turned back to face Leilani. “Just making sure no one’s been talking. I mean that is why I spend all this money. If I wanted to be indiscreet, I could have a mistress on the side who’d backstab me when things didn’t go her way. I’m not into that. I just wanted it clean. No mess-ups. No talking.”

“No. I would totally never do that. Why would I? Why would
we
, meaning the company? Talking gets everyone in trouble. For sure, none of us want that.”

He nodded. “Well, I’ll just say this. Someone said something. I know they did.”

“What makes you say that?”

He took heavy steps to the door. “Look. That’s it. I only came here to ask you that. I’m not here to…have you. This will be my last time. Period.”

“Okay. But you won’t tell me what happened?” She stood close to him.

He turned toward her, then walked back to the window, reached in his pocket for his cell, and sent a text. “No. I can’t. It’s best that you don’t know. Besides, I can handle it.”

“I’m sure you can.”

He kept his phone in his hand. “One thing I do want to know, though. Do you all use my name, or is there some sort of code for me?”

She looked sincere and concerned. “You know I can’t tell you that. They tell us very little, anyway.”

“Okay. Let’s leave it where it is. From this moment on, I need to work out whatever it is that I need and look to my wife to fulfill it.” He sounded like he was trying to convince himself. “This is way too much of a risk. Too much at stake. Every time I look up, someone in Washington or the political arena here in New York has us on the news for doing something stupid, some indiscretion.”

She turned to face him. “True, but don’t get nervous about it. That’s when things happen. Just relax and follow your gut. If you think you need to stop, then stop.”

“Makes me wonder how you stay so cool.”

Leilani stepped closer to him again. “I don’t. Each and every day I wake up, I just, like, realize it could be my last day of freedom. I have a hard time trusting new clients, you know, wondering if I’m being set up or if I’ll get beat up or robbed. And I always hope my regulars won’t get sloppy. But that’s totally the risk. That’s why it’s so lucrative. Like you said, that’s why you pay so much, and you’re totally right. You’re one of the good clients. You respect boundaries and don’t drink or smoke or get rough.” She touched his shoulder. “I want you to rest assured and know that what we do goes absolutely no further than this hotel room. Yes, there’s a company I work for and all, but I was thinking about breaking away and doing this on my own, you know, like we discussed. I mean, why give half to someone else, when I’m the one doing all the work, you know what I mean?”

His expression showed his worry, but he still said, “I do. You need to do what you think is best.”

“Actually, like tonight I was going to ask you if you’d think about, you know, like maybe trying me on the side. But, I see that you’re done.”

His voice gentled. “No. Can’t do that.”

“I totally understand, especially not after you have this feeling like someone is talking. I get it.”

He stepped away and she had no choice but to remove her hand. He said, “Anyway, you take care.”

A faint smile lifted the corner of her mouth. “You too. Do what you have to do.”

“I will.” He turned back to her, looking dissatisfied. “Honestly, I still need to know how this got out.”

She gazed at him as he stood before the door. “I don’t know what’s going on. All I know is, since you’ve vowed to stop, then we’ll stop. Do you want me to tell Money you won’t be needing our services anymore?”

“No. She’ll find out. Let this be the last we speak of it, and each other.” He turned, opened the door, and stepped out.

“Bye.” She leaned out of the door and wanted to wish him luck with his bid for the White House, but she didn’t. She simply closed the door.

Leilani stayed in the room and logged on to her computer. She returned some e-mails, paid a bill or two, and spent the remaining time the senator had paid for just piddling around. Then she sent her usual text to the booker.
Done.

Monday—July 25, 2011

L
eilani’s next appointment was nearly three hours later at the W New York on Lexington Avenue. It was a woman, Ms. 101, who’d spent time with Kemba before. This time, it was Leilani’s turn.

The female athlete’s name was Temeka Palmer, and she was one of the top female basketball players in the world. She was also as bisexual as they came. She wanted men and women at different times. This time, it was time for new pussy.

Leilani had been with women many times and could take it or leave it, never interested in exploring girl-on-girl in her personal life, but for the money she knew just what to do. She wasn’t just talented at giving men head, she could also give women head, too.

She and Temeka were in the bedroom lying atop a queen-sized bed. Temeka’s brown hair flowed along the butter-yellow pillowcase. She was the type to wear makeup and heels and long fingernails. She was six foot three and flat-chested, and she had a big, strong rear end. She was also very sexy.

Pale pink begonias resting upon the nightstand gave off the smell of fresh apricots. An ebony bookcase stood to the left, a brown leather chair to the right. In the middle of red-boned Temeka’s legs was Leilani. She didn’t use a condomlike barrier. She had a look on her face as if she was pleased to be the pleaser. They were both nude. Both wet. Both able, only Leilani was the one getting paid for it.

Leilani nibbled and licked, and moved the baby-oil-scented labia skin of Temeka’s neatly trimmed vagina to the side to expose her large, wide, reddish-brown clit.

Temeka gave a soft moan as more subtle tongue strokes were given.

Leilani used a broad-tongued motion and introduced the roughness of the upperside of her tongue to the top of Temeka’s clit. Once Leilani heard her sigh, she pointed her tongue and became more aggressive, closing her lips around the clit and sucking it entirely into her mouth. Temeka jerked and bucked her hips.

Leilani squeezed her lips around the tender jewel and gave it a lashing, using rolling motions of her tongue and lips. She used a twirl and vacuumed it up, still teasing Temeka by using the edge of her tongue to circle around the entire clit, first clockwise and then counterclockwise. It was like a butterfly’s wings, and it made Temeka shiver. Her legs, which Leilani held back toward the headboard, involuntarily quaked. The rumble of the quaking matched the sound of Temeka’s revved-up groans. “Oh yes. You sure the hell know what you’re doing. Damn, woman.”

Temeka looked down at Leilani as if she couldn’t figure out how Leilani was managing to hit the right spots, as if Leilani knew her body well, as though they’d slept together before. Leilani was simply good with her mouth, and she took pride in it, aiming to please.

She went from a light flicking to heavier and faster flicks, and held steady as she heard Temeka give a deep, long moan, while her thick clitoris swelled in Leilani’s mouth.

Leilani added a side-to-side sucking action and rode Temeka through her orgasm, staying with it, riding the waves that subsided and returned, subsided and returned, subsided and returned. She oscillated her tongue. As Temeka reached her height, she put her hand on Leilani’s head and tried to push her away, signaling that the multiples were too much for her to bear, and Leilani acquiesced, backing off and smiling sexily.

Temeka spoke a breathy two words. “Good job.”

“Pretty pussy.”

“Now that is what I call some good head. Come here.” Temeka used a come-hither motion with her finger that matched her eyes.

Leilani adjusted herself to lay on top of Temeka and they ground, kissing each other’s necks, cheeks, and ears, running their hands through each other’s long hair. Leilani rested her head along Temeka’s defined shoulder.

“You’re so soft,” Temeka said.

“You are too. I like this.”

Temeka admitted, “I wish I could feel like this with my girlfriend. She’s a stud. Walks around wearing a cock under her clothes all day. People think she’s just a friend. My son calls her Auntie. But no one can know she’s my lover. Well, maybe they think it, but I’d never admit it. I’m a fem athlete. Everyone tries to put us all in the same box. I won’t let them have the satisfaction of labeling me at all, let alone as someone who only likes girls. I made a choice, after being with men, and chose to love a woman. But I crave both. And so, here I am.”

Leilani waited until Temeka was done, making sure not to interrupt her time to share what she more than likely didn’t tell most people. “And so, she’s the dominate? Plays the masculine?”

“Yes.”

“I see.” Leilani smiled.

“Actually, I wanted to be the one who does that. The manly sex. That’s one of the reasons why I asked for a woman.” She then said, “I brought something I want to use.”

Leilani giggled. “A strap-on?”

“Yes.” Temeka giggled, too.

“I’m ready when you are.”

“You sure?”

“Very sure.” Leilani climbed off of her.

Temeka stood and reached inside her purse, taking out a clear, big-veined dildo attached to a white leather strap. She put it on, placing the harness around her waist and hips, and secured the hooks. She held the long penis in her hand, ready to use her man-weapon, and said, “Turn onto your back.”

Leilani quickly laid on her back and opened her legs wide. Temeka climbed onto the bed, got up on her knees, and pushed Leilani’s legs back, then kept one hand on Leilani’s thigh and the other on her silicone dick, and introduced it to Leilani’s pussy. Leilani stuck her own finger inside of herself, feeling the river of lust between her legs. “Oh, yes,” she told Temeka. “She’s good and ready.”

Temeka rubbed the tip of the dildo around Leilani’s juiced-up hole, teasing it and patting it along her pussy skin, and then she inserted herself, just a bit at first, and then more, pushing her big dick all the way inside.

Leilani moaned while saying, “Yeah. Get that.”

Temeka said, lusty-eyed, “Look at that. It slipped right in.” She dug in further and then in and out like a man, pumping, tightening her ass muscles as she fucked Leilani.

Leilani brought her legs back even more and reached up to play with Temeka’s hard left nipple, watching the clear dick press in and out. She took in the sights of a chick with a dick fucking her insides.

Temeka looked like a pro, holding the base of the fake cock while fucking the fully accommodating, warm and wet vagina.

Leilani found herself surprised by the feeling. The whole idea of being screwed by a woman was doing it for her, and good. “Yeah. Fuck me like that. Ohhhh, shit. That’s what the hell I’m talking about. Dominate that pussy, girl.” She watched the muscles of Temeka’s chest and arms flex, the strength of her toned hips plummeting inside of her. The power of her forearms and developed thighs adding to her strength. Yet Temeka’s long hair bounced and flowed over her shoulders, and her long royal-blue nails pressed into Leilani’s soft skin.

Temeka asked strongly, “You like that big dick in you, don’t you?”

“Oh yeah. Hard as a damn rock.”

“Who’s the man, now?” she asked, seemingly doing what her girlfriend wouldn’t let her do.

“You’re the man, baby. Give it to me good, like that dick was growing out of you. Like you need to have your balls sucked while you’re inside this pussy.”

Temeka sounded extra turned on. “Yeah. Tear that pussy up and have you suck my dick, sucking all the fucking cum out of me.” She used the word
fucking
like she’d never used the F word before in her entire life.

Leilani felt herself getting wetter and wetter. In her head she heard the song “Freak Like Me” by Adina Howard. She started grinding like she was working it on the dance floor. “Boom, boom. You’ve got that dick now. Damn, you’re totally gonna make me come.”

“Oh, no, you can’t come on this dick already. Not just yet. Turn the fuck over. Now!”

Leilani changed positions, and Temeka was right behind her. Leilani got on all fours, ass propped up high, submissive. Temeka was totally in control, adjusting herself so that she could get close, and then she moved Leilani’s ass cheeks upward and away from her opening so she could get past the girth of her ass to the opening of her anxious pussy.

She slipped her dick inside and Leilani grunted, “Oh fuck. Damn that feels good. Ahhh. Yeah.”

“Uh-huh. Sweet-ass pussy getting taken by this big-ass dick. I’m on top now. I’m the stud now. I’m the one punishing that pussy now. Look at that.”

Leilani was in a fog. “Oh yeah. Oooo shit, yeah.”

“You want it deeper? Make you feel like I’m standing up in it. Laying that pipe in that pussy?”

“Oh yeah. Fuck me harder. Yeah.”

Temeka began pumping faster and deeper, on one knee, the other leg bent so that she leveled herself with her foot. She had both hands along Leilani’s upper ass cheeks, bracing her weight while leaning along her lower back, hitting that pussy from behind.

Leilani bounced back toward it to urge her on. The sounds of her creamy vagina soaking up the big dick were audible.

Temeka said, sounding sexy, with a suddenly deeper voice, “You know I’m about to come inside of you.”

Leilani gave a look like she believed she really could. “Yes. I know. Give it to me. Come with me.”

“Spit that juice when I spit my sperm.”

“Aww, fuck, yes.” It sounded as if they were making a movie.

“When I shoot this cum in you, I want you to lick every damn bit of creamy pussy juices from my dick to my balls. Lick me clean. You hear me?”

“Yes.”

Temeka’s voice reached its max. “You’d better. Now take this cum, dammit.” She dug in further and screamed out loud from the rush of it all, the turn-on of being in control, of being the masculine one getting the pussy for once. “Yeah, I’m shootin’ that cum inside that pussy. You feel it? Huh?” Temeka’s orgasm shot from deep inside her pussy, squirting all over Leilani.

Though showered with Temeka’s liquid, Leilani felt evidence of her own secreted excitement. “Yeah. I feel it. Oh, yeah. I’m coming hard. Damn that dick feels good.” Leilani tightened her eyes and flexed her muscles and let her orgasm roll. “Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww, yessssssssssssss.”

Temeka gave Leilani and herself a moment to recover, and then demanded, “Now get up and lick my dick clean.”

In five seconds Temeka lay on her back with her hard dick that was soaked from Leilani’s strong orgasm. Leilani took the dick down her throat deep, to the very back, slurping her way back up to the tip, licking every bit of juice from it. Then she undid the side hooks to the harness that Temeka wore and pressed Temeka’s legs back, licking up the flowing juices that had oozed from her pussy past the hairs of her vagina. She even ventured to suck the wetness from her perineum, the space between her ass and her opening.

Temeka quivered with her eyes closed, lost somewhere in her head.

Leilani continued to suck and slurp and lick her clean. Then she sat up a bit, onto her knees, and allowed Temeka’s strong legs to rest along her shoulders. She kissed Temeka’s ankle where her WNBA tattoo lived and rubbed her thighs, looking down at her.

Temeka opened her eyes and gave a shy smile. “Thank you,” she said, as if she had to be forgiven for fucking so hard, imagining so much, expecting such freakiness, switching gender roles. She was back to reality. Fantasy accomplished.

Leilani told her, looking serious as a heart attack, “You’re good at that girl, being in control. You should let your woman enjoy that.”

Temeka rubbed the smudged mascara from under her eyes and nodded. “She’s the boyish one. I’m the prissy one. I suck her pussy and her dick. She’s never had a dick in her life. She hates being penetrated with a sex toy. She just wants me to come from her eating my pussy and me getting fucked with her strap-on. That’s how she gets off. She can’t
not
be in control. She’d never have it.”

“Well, I will say this: if you ever feel the need to live out that fantasy again, you ask for me. Hell, I’d pay for that. You can totally fuck, girl. With your sexy ass.”

“That’s sweet of you to say.” Temeka was indeed back to being the femme.

“Like, maybe one day she’ll go for it. You think?”

“I doubt it, but thanks.”

Leilani didn’t judge, knowing it was all about a sinner sharing her feelings with another sinner.

Temeka left, happy.

Leilani texted,
Done
, and went home, alone.

For the first time in her entire escort career, she masturbated to the repeated vision of Temeka fucking her and being the man. She fell asleep after her orgasm and was awakened by a text from her ex, Shawn, asking if he could come out to New York and see her.

Her reply was one word.
No.