Her Client- The Complete Series

by Sally E Xander

  4

  Waking up this morning, I felt like I was hungover. I might have been since after I got home, I drank. A lot. I didn’t normally do that especially on a school night but I had to do something.

  No matter what I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking and worrying about what today would bring. I eventually pulled out the hard liquor hoping it would help me settle down. It did its job. I slept. Apparently, I slept through my alarm since it was noon.

  Since I had already missed two classes, I decided to stay in bed and not go to my final class for the day.

  Lying in bed, I twirled my hair around my finger and thought about last night.

  “Mark and Jeffrey,” I said out loud still shocked that they were or are together. It explained so much. Mark’s secrecy of who he was dating and the way Jeffrey got sexually excited when he talked about Mark last month.

  “Angel?” Becky called from the hallway. “Angel, are you home?”

  Sitting up, I told her she could come in.

  “Hey.” She said as she plopped on the end of my bed in a chipper mood. “I was thinking since I’m not working tonight and you said your client canceled, we could go clubbing. I need to have fun, dance and meet a hot guy to bring home.”

  That sounded like a fantastic idea. It would help take my mind off of…everything. I needed this. “Sounds good.”

  “Great!” She clapped her hands and hopped off the bed. “Maybe we could find a guy for you to take home.”

  I had enough issues with men at the moment, but I laughed and said, “Maybe.” But I was more interested in drinking, dancing and letting loose then who would be there.

  ***

  When Becky invited me, I had assumed it would be just her and me, but I found out too late that she had invited her “study” group. The ride to the club was noisy and filled with lots of giggling. By the time we arrived, a headache was forming, and I was ready to ditch Becky and her friends and go home. Drinking by myself was more enticing then hanging out with her and her friends.

  The moment I stepped into the club, I went straight to the bar. After ordering a drink, I pointedly ignored Becky who was waving at me to follow her to a reserved seating area. That was a big nope for me.

  If she asked, I would fake ignorance, but for now, I let the alcohol and the music ease the tension. Before I knew it, I was holding my second drink and dancing with a cute guy. He was thankfully shy and didn’t put his hands anywhere I didn't want them.

  When the song ended, I leaned into him and said thanks then left him on the dance floor.

  On my way to the bar for a third drink, the sound of cheering drew my attention. In one of the alcoves, a group of women encouraged their drunk friend into dancing on one of the tables. She wore a sash across her body with the word Bride printed on it. The surrounding women giggling along with the bride wore matching bridesmaid sashes. I smiled as I wondered what Jayla and Lisa planned for their bachelorette parties. Right as I turned back toward the bar, a familiar voice stopped me in my tracks.

  “No.” It couldn’t be. Turning around to face the bride table, I scanned the women looking for her. Our eyes met at the same time, and we had the same reaction. We drew in a breath, and our bodies stilled as we stared at each other. “Jane,” I whispered.

  A worried expression crossed her face as she glanced at the women she was with. When she realized nobody was paying attention to us, her expression changed to…I wasn’t sure. Was she relieved to see me? Upset? Was she afraid I would out her? I’d never do that.

  We were so caught up in each other that when one of the other bridesmaids took Jane’s hand to drag her toward the dance floor, she almost tripped. Even after nearly falling on her face, Jane kept her eyes locked on me. She moved through the throngs of people in her stilettos making her long legs look even longer. Or maybe it was her short skirt that she kept pulling down as if she wasn’t used to showing so much skin. The flashing lights made her shimmery top sparkle. The backless top that tied at the neck made it impossible for her to wear a bra, so her small breasts bounced with her every movement.

  A little burn of jealousy hit my stomach when I realized how many men stared at her as she passed by them.

  Following Jane to the dance floor, I never took my eyes off her. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. The way she fidgeted with her clothes and blushed as she awkwardly moved to the music, made me want to rush to her and ease her discomfort. Those clothes and this place wasn’t her. At least not with them.

  I didn’t know what I was going to say or what I was going to do, but I wanted to be near her. Touch her. Talk to her. But what would I say? At least I knew why she had canceled on me.

  With every step I took, the faster my heart beat in my chest until I was right in front of her. Our eyes connected and she opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. Then the bride called, “Melissa. Get that stick out of your ass and join us.” A blush covered her face as she dropped her eyes from my gaze and turned around.

  Melissa.

  That was her name.

  After months of calling her Jane, I couldn’t imagine calling her anything else. She would always be my Jane.

  With alcohol in my system and my attention on Jane, it took longer than it should to register what her friend said.

  Nobody was going to talk to Jane that way. When I first met Jane, she seemed uptight at least initially, but it didn’t take long to realize how warm and kind she was. Her “friend” obviously didn’t know her, and I was going to clear up the misconception. But then I remembered who I was and who Jane was to me.

  If I couldn’t say anything at least, I wanted to touch her.

  Keeping my mouth shut, I passed her letting my fingers tangle with hers. Her fingers tightened around mine, and then we let go as I kept walking.

  With my heart wanting to jump out of my chest, I headed toward the ladies’ room needing to get away from the crowd. I needed a few minutes to cool off. Lucky for me, not ten seconds after I stepped into the bathroom, it cleared out leaving me alone. I stared at myself in the mirror wondering what I was doing. Leaning over the sink, I closed my eyes and shook my head. “I should go home.”

  “Please don’t.” a voice said behind me. I twirled around and came face to face with my obsession.

  Jane––Melissa, whoever she was, stood in front of me with one hand holding a clutch and the other pulling down on her mini skirt. She chewed on her bottom lip as she stared at me with worried eyes.

  I swallowed the lump in my throat before I spoke. “Don’t worry, I won’t say anything.”

  Shaking her head, she let go of her skirt and reached for me but drew her hand back before she could. “I didn’t think you would.” As the air around us grew heavy so did the silence. There was so much I wanted to say, but more than anything, I just wanted to kiss her shiny plumps lips and…

  Voices outside of the bathroom grew louder. In a matter of seconds, we would no longer be alone. I took Jane's hand and pulled her into the handicap stall.

  As the bathroom filled with two voices, I became hyper-aware of Jane’s every breath. As I raked my eyes down her body, her pert little nipples hardened. Her shiny little top hid nothing. Her grip on her purse tightened until her knuckles turned white. When she crossed her legs, I knew how much she needed me.

  Almost as much as I needed her.

  Without a word, she dropped her clutch as we reached for each other at the same time. Our lips crashed together, our tongues searched each other out.

  Fuck!

  Pushing her against the wall, a small sound squeaked out of her, but the women didn’t seem to notice. Even if they did, I didn’t care. I was too filled with Jane to care about anything but kissing, touching and fucking her.

  As she gripped my hips holding me against her, she pushed a leg between my thighs. Her actions forced my skirt up, and my now wet pussy rubbed against her upper thigh. As I undulated against her feeling my excitement rise, I untied her top and let it fall giv
ing me access to her pretty tits. Her nipples were so tight, they begged for my mouth. But not yet.

  Molding my hands around her perfect breasts, I circled my thumbs over her nipples causing her to whimper.

  Her nails dug into my skin and I loved every second of it. I loved that I made her crazy with want. Unable to hold back, I kissed her neck then lower and lower. “Angel,” she gasped as I licked one hard nipple then sucked into my mouth. Holding my head against her chest, I sensed her ache in other places.

  Urging me back up, she kissed my mouth then with one hand pulled on the front tie of my bustier. It took her a good thirty seconds before it loosened enough for her to palm my breasts.

  I no longer cared if anyone knew what we were doing. I moaned into Jane’s mouth wanting more. Needing more.

  I had no idea what this meant. Us together outside of the hotel. I didn’t care about anything in that moment except for Jane and me.

  Right as I pulled back to get a breath, one of the women who had entered the bathroom said, “Did you hear about the bachelor party? A little birdie told me Robert the III disappeared with two strippers. When he returned, he looked very pleased.” Melissa—Jane’s eyes widened and her whole body went ridged as she sucked in a breath.

  5

  What just happened?

  “Can you blame the guy? If I had to fuck Melissa, I would cheat too,” the bitch joked.

  The women laughed, but the expression on Melissa’s face crushed me.

  “According to Kyle, Robert said fucking her was like fucking a dead fish.” Their cruel words had Jane turning away from me as tears pooled in her eyes. I had no idea who this Robert was but hearing those women talk about him fucking Jane filled me with jealousy. But it all fell away when I looked into her eyes and saw pain.

  “Is it any surprise? She’s so uptight. I feel sorry for Robert. He has to fake liking her.”

  “He only does it because her dad owns the company and he wants to move up.” The other shrew added sounding a little too happy.

  I couldn’t let them bully Jane even if they didn’t know they were. Especially when the things they said about her weren’t true.

  Placing a finger on her chin, I lifted it until she was looking into my eyes. “They don’t know you,” I whispered. She shook her head unwilling to see it. “You are the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever met and the best fuck I’ve ever had. You’re a goddess.”

  Once again, she chewed on her lip, but this time a small smile formed right before she reached for me. Holding my face in her hands, she planted her lips on mine then fucked my mouth with her tongue.

  Like I said, best fuck ever.

  This was the woman who had me thinking about her day and night.

  This was the woman who I compared everyone too.

  Robert and those women would never know Jane.

  Because Jane was mine.

  I couldn’t get close enough to her. Gripping her ass, I tugged her closer until I could feel her heart racing against mine.

  After hearing those women gossip about Jane, I wanted to know more about her. I knew the part of her that was sexy and came for me when I fucked her with my mouth and fingers, but they saw a different side of her. They saw Melissa. I wanted to know that part of Jane.

  Sliding my hand between her thighs, I kept her attention on me instead of the harpies beyond the enclosed space. Slowly, I lifted her skirt up until I could see the tiny scrap of fabric she wore to cover her pussy. She sucked in a breath as I pushed her thong aside and traced her slit. I made a point to circle her clit before entering her warm heat with two fingers.

  Her moan drew the attention of her so-called friends who giggled. I was so focused on Jane, I didn’t catch what they said. I didn’t think Jane did either considering her focus was on my fingers pushing in and out of her.

  With heated eyes, she lifted my hand covered with her juices and licked my fingers.

  She made me so fucking hot for her, my pussy pulsed to the rhythm of my heartbeat. I needed to come so bad it hurt. The way she rubbed against me, her nipples grazing my skin, she had me crazy.

  Needing her mouth and taste of her on my tongue, I yanked my hand away and replaced it with my tongue. As our kiss heated, I pressed my fingers back into her now wet pussy. My fingers slid in easily. With one hand in her, I slid my other between my own thighs.

  When she realized what I had done, she shoved my hand away so she could touch me. As we pumped our fingers into each other, our mouths met. My tight nipples ached to be touched. It took what felt like seconds before I came. I cried out ignoring the surprised laughter coming from the women listening to us. Jane followed right behind still pumping her fingers into my sensitive pussy until I had to push her hand away.

  We leaned against each other breathing heavily. That was when the voices became clear, and I realized that there were more people in the bathroom now. I didn’t care. It wasn’t like they knew me or could see us. But from the way Jane hurriedly fixed her clothes, I knew it bothered her.

  As I adjusted my clothing, Jane gave me a shy smile.

  I wanted to hold onto this feeling I had. For the first time, there was no money between us. It was just lust, passion, desire and a need for one another.

  I bit back a laugh when I heard them commenting on the sounds we made.

  “Fuck. Is there a guy in here?” They giggled then another one said, “I wish my boyfriend made me sound like that when we fucked.”

  “Well, we haven’t seen Melissa for a while. Maybe Robert showed up.” That turned into riotous laughter. It enraged me that imagining anyone wanting to fuck Jane was a joke.

  “Can you imagine?” one of them giggled. “Melissa's fiancé’ can barely look at her let alone fuck her in private. No way would Robert do that here. At least not with her.”

  Her words were like a bucket of ice water dumped on my head. I stared at Jane then down at her hand. When she noticed where my eyes landed, she covered her giant engagement ring with her other hand.

  “How did I miss that?” I asked stepping away from her.

  Engaged.

  Jane was fucking engaged.

  It was one thing to pay me to fuck when she was just dating someone, but she was committed to him.

  “I take it off when I see you?”

  The hurt that hit me almost knocked me off my feet. I knew Jane was dating; she said so that first night.

  I attempted to shake off the pain because it shouldn’t bother me. My hurt feelings made me a hypocrite. I got paid to fuck men, but for some reason, her cheating on her fiancé seemed a lot worse.

  It also became crystal clear how much I didn’t know about Jane. I had been an idiot pining for her. Wanting her. I was so embarrassed, I could barely look her in the eyes, and we were now stuck in the stall together.

  Time stood still as we waited for the bathroom to clear. All the while the women didn’t quit making snide comment about Jane…Melissa. Even the bride who I had deducted was marrying Jane’s brother added to the commentary. The way they spoke about Jane’s family had my stomach in knots.

  As much as I wanted to hold onto the anger and hurt, I couldn’t. Not after listening to these nitwits bash Jane then joke about marrying into the family for money. I would pay for sex too if I thought people only used me for money. She probably didn’t have anybody she trusted.

  After what felt like eternity, the bathroom cleared. I rushed out, but before I could get far, I turned back to say, “Jane, don’t believe them.” No matter how I felt, I never wanted Jane to believe the lies they said about her. And I knew Jane had her reasons for doing what she did. It just sucked that it hurt me.

  “Angel…”

  I didn’t dare look back at her. I didn’t want her to see all my mixed-up emotions. “Good luck with the wedding.” I didn’t clarify which one. When I reached the door, I said, “Goodbye, Melissa,” as a group of women pushed open the bathroom door, their voices drowning out any reply from Jane.

  Afte
r I worked my way out of the club, I texted Becky letting her know I left. After waiting a few minutes for a reply that never came, I walked several blocks to work out some of my frustration. Eventually, pinched toes and aching feet had me calling for a cab.

  Under the hot spray of the shower, I made some big decisions. The first one was to get wasted tonight. I didn't care how pathetic it made me to drink alone. Or maybe it was because I was alone that made me want to drink. I wanted to erase this evening from my memory especially when Jane and I fucked each other.

  I still couldn’t comprehend how my evening could go from having an incredible moment with Jane to…having reality slapped in my face. My life wasn’t something Vodka could fix but at least it would help me forget for one night.

  6

  For the second day in a row, I woke up with a hangover. And it was bad. Really bad. Why did I think this was a good idea last night? I was so dumb. Almost as dumb as most of Becky’s dates.

  With every bit of strength I had in my body, I managed to get up. After swallowing a few aspirin and drinking my body weight in water, I fixed a greasy breakfast of eggs and bacon. By the time I had to leave for my nanny job, I felt almost normal. At least until I remembered I might not have a nanny job. I hadn’t talked to mark yesterday and who knew if he would want a call-girl or soon to be former call-girl babysitting his sweet boy.

  I had a lot of time to think between drinks, and I realized what I had to do.

  After last night with Jane and everything that went down with Mark and Jeffrey the evening before, I took it as a sign. My call-girl days were officially over.

  I picked up my phone and reluctantly texted Bev knowing once she got it, I would be getting a phone call.

  Angel: I’m sorry, but I can’t work for you anymore.

  Immediately my phone rang with an incoming call from Bev.

  I managed to squeak out a hello before she went on a rampage. “I should have expected this shit from you. Especially after I received a call from Jeffrey letting me know he wouldn’t need your services any longer. What did you do?” She barked.