Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
But he wasn’t and he knew that too.
How the hell did the words, “not pay” come out of my mouth?
I had been paid for sex for the last ten years…
He nodded, letting me have my security and comfort.
Jesus Christ… he really was a nice guy.
“Do you want a tour of the penthouse?” I questioned, wanting to break this unconformable hold he had over me.
“Is that your way of asking me to come see the bedroom? Now who is the one wanting seconds?”
I laughed I couldn’t help it.
God… when was the last time someone made me truly laugh?
“You’re a really nice guy, Devon; too nice. You have no idea who I am and what you’re dealing with,” I spoke the truth. I couldn’t help that either.
I didn’t want to hurt him.
I didn’t want to play this game.
Not with him.
I had done that before and I couldn’t do that again.
Landon.
“So now you’re making decisions for me?”
I shook my head. “I’ll walk you out.” I passed right by him, not giving him the chance to object. He didn’t say one word as he followed me to the elevator; I pushed the button and silently prayed that it didn’t take long to open.
“I want to see you again,” he informed.
I looked right over at him. It was now or never. “Call Madam,” I smiled.
His eyes widened and he jerked back, offended and hurt. “So… was that part of your plan? Give me taste and then have me pay for it? Is that how this works?”
It was a fair question, but it didn’t stop from making me feel like a VIP.
Get your shit together, Bambi. FUCK! Brooke… get your shit together, Brooke.
“Does it really matter?” I challenged.
He shook his head. “I guess not.”
I nodded and the elevator opened. He stepped inside and I turned.
“Bambi,” he yelled, making me stop, but not turn. “It was really nice meeting you. I hope you find whatever it is that you’re looking for.”
I stood there until I heard the doors close and then I cleaned up and got the fuck out of there.
Two weeks went by like a windy breeze. I went on more dates with clients and everything was back to normal.
Or so I thought…
“Take off your clothes I want you in nothing, but your bra, panties, and those heels,” Jimmy ordered.
He was a new client, older but refined and handsome. We went to dinner and a show; he was a perfect gentlemen… catering to me all night, telling me how gorgeous I was, and how lucky he was to have me on his arm. Everything I wanted to hear. He spoke it perfectly and precisely like some orchestrated show. But it was an act; it was always an act. The second we stepped back into the room, he shut the door behind me and out came the piranha, always the same.
I did as I was told…
I seductively lifted my blouse over my head and threw it in his direction.
I slowly unbuttoned my pencil skirt. Gradually moving it down, I made sure to turn around just at the right moment. To bend forward, so he could see my pussy from behind.
I kicked my skirt over to him, then I let down my hair; erotically shaking it to fall directly over my face, exactly how they wanted me to.
I cocked my head to the side and gave him my shameless fuck me eyes.
The response always the same…
Want…
Need…
Lust…
“Turn for me.”
I did.
“Bend over.”
I did.
“Face me again.”
I did.
“Touch yourself.”
“Where?” I simply stated.
“Your tits; start there and work your way down. The bra and panties can come off, too. Give me a show.”
I provokingly smiled. “No music?”
He grinned, walked over to the dock and put on Closer, by Nine Inch Nails.
Classy.
The beat of the music came on and I effortlessly moved my hips. I pulled my hair up from the nook of my neck and swayed my hips faster. The lyrics came on. I gradually moved my hands from my hair to my neck, then to my breasts. Touching myself the way I wanted him to.
He understood my silent plea.
I slid the straps of my bra down my arms and leaned forward to unclasp it, making sure to grab it before it fell to the ground. I could see his hard cock from a mile away…
He was big.
I liked them big.
Trent Reznor sang the chorus and my bra came down as I fondled my breasts, and worked my way down to my panties. I grabbed the edge of the straps and slightly brought one edge down; then the next.
His eyes widened.
Once my panties were past my ass cheeks, I sensually gyrated around, touched my toes and made my booty bounce, lowering myself onto the ground with the beat of the music. I teasingly removed my panties, one leg at a time and licked my lips.