The Baby Contract

by Amy Brent

  I took the elevator up and walked through our main door to my office, calling out my hellos as I moved forward. The girls said hi back with big smiles on their faces, and I set my bag down on the desk as I looked out of the window over Hollywood Boulevard. “It’s busy today. There’s a holiday weekend coming up, and everyone needs a friend,” Sarah warned me with a weak smile as I powered on my computer.

  She wasn’t lying. The site was full of bookings to be made, and I pulled up everything I needed to work, sipping my coffee as I started to read. I matched requests to the girls, depending on their schedules and the fetishes that these clients preferred didn’t even phase me anymore. I sent texts about appointments to the girls and return messages to customers with nothing but a time. We used a regular hotel that was high end over in Beverly Hills for the meetings all the time, where the girls would be secure. All of the customers knew that.

  There were signals if that didn’t happen, but in my five years here it never had.

  I was halfway through my list when I frowned. James was the next client looking for a woman I knew well, Angela. James, my husband. I sensed from his message that he was familiar with her and I bit my lip as I fought the urge to fire back something reactive. He didn’t know where I worked and never cared, so I wasn’t about to reveal the truth now. I kept reading the message until my head was throbbing, making me close my eyes and take a deep breath.

  Angela was a beautiful brunette woman with an enormous chest, and my husband was fucking her. More than that, he was paying to do so, and I compared the differences between us for a long moment. I was more blonde with a more athletic body. I shook my head. That didn’t matter at all. We never had a strong physical attraction, to begin with, and this wasn’t jealousy that I was feeling.

  I thought about just deleting the message. However, it was a job to Angela to let my husband fuck her between her toes as I read again and scowled. I never knew he was into that. I was still looking at the computer when someone walked into the office, making me tear my eyes away from the screen to see Lana. “Are you okay? You look like a ghost.” Her eyes were filled with concern as she took me in and I licked my full lips. I moved away from the screen and gestured for her to look at it, frowning as Lana came around the desk. “What is it?”

  “That’s my husband,” I replied as Lana bit her lip and looked at me. We all knew that men that came to us weren’t often single, and Lana would admit that she’d slept with a lot of married men.

  “Oh, shit.” I knew that I’d have to admit that he didn’t know what I did for a living as she stared at me.

  “He doesn’t know what my job is. They think I assist a freelance photographer for a hobby. There are so many secrets about this part of my life, so this isn’t any type of revenge.” I was hiding the bruise that was on my arm under the long-sleeved silk shirt, a secret from all the world. They were becoming more common, and I hated to admit that there was a part of me that was relieved that I’d caught him cheating. I could leave, even as the pain filled my heart. This marriage was truly a lie now, and there was no denying it. “To admit that I know he’s doing this, I have to admit where I work. To say that my family would be devastated is putting it mildly. They would disown me, Lana.”

  “Well, I could delete the message. I could do that, but this is Angela’s job, and I’m confident that she wouldn’t do it if she knew who he was. I can tell you from experience that these men aren’t discussing their family life at home. What would you prefer, Ray?”

  “Book it. I can’t do it but…I know it’s done with him in my heart. I know that I’m holding onto nothing.” I shook my head as I stood to give her my seat. “I’ll be right back.”

  I left my office to walked into the small lobby, taking deep breaths. Did it matter if James slept with Angela once or twice? Did it matter how many there were more than that fact that he was cheating at all? I don’t know why I was surprised because we had a business relationship more than a loving marriage. It always had been. Now I could leave it, and I dropped my head back before I walked back in. “Is it done?” I asked as Lana nodded and gave me a nervous look.

  I was twenty-seven years old, and I had never done anything wild. I married James a year into college, and he was my first sexual partner, a very vanilla one from what I read in books and saw on television. I wanted to throw caution to the wind, and I looked at Lana for a moment. “Isn’t Maria out for a week because of her surgery?” The newest escort had gallbladder surgery suddenly, and we were shifting her clients around to the others, and I had a crazy idea.

  “She is,” Lana replied carefully, staring at me.

  “I want one of her clients,” I stated bravely as her eyes widened. “Nothing crazy and nobody with any weird fetishes. I just want to know what it feels like to be with another man, Lana.”

  “Well, you are a beautiful woman. Any guy would be lucky to have you,” Lana said after a moment as she took me in. “I’ll advertise you to a clean-cut man as a newbie. Want to do a salon visit before and have some fun with your hair and makeup?”

  “Yes, let’s do it.” I smiled as she rubbed her hands together with a hesitant smile.

  CHAPTER 3

  Declan

  I looked at the vague response to my booking of the escort, something that was new to me. My wife just left me for her partner at the advertising agency that she worked at, so friends suggested that I hire a woman so it wasn’t anything that would last beyond the night. I was the owner of a popular hotel chain, so I had the money even when Claire went after half of my money in divorce court. I was a rich man and deserved to pay for some great sex, even though they’d let me know that the girl was new to the job.

  I rather liked the idea of a woman that hadn’t been fucked by several men, someone that would cling to my cock when I was inside of her. It wasn’t that I was asking for anything crazy during this experience, just regular sex that felt a bit more dangerous than what I was used to with Claire.

  I knew the hotel that I’d be going to meet the woman, Rachel. That came in a separate message, something I assumed they did to keep it under the radar.

  I stood in my office and walked around, knowing that I was going to pay for sex for the first time in my life. I could get any woman that I wanted, looking into the mirror as I ran a hand through my tousled dark hair. I also had ice blue eyes that every woman other than Claire seemed to appreciate. Women flirted with me every day, but I was foolish and stayed with my wife until she explained that she’d fallen in love with a man that was ten years younger than both of us at twenty-five.

  I looked back at the computer and took a slow breath.

  Men fucked to move past a relationship, and I found a foolproof way to make it just a one-night-stand. This was going to be perfect, and I added the appointment to my phone once I was back at the desk. All I knew that she was blonde and beautiful like I asked for, the exact opposite of Claire.

  I asked my friends about this agency, and they all said that the girls were beautiful, swearing by the professionalism of the service. None of them had ever been disappointed. I held onto that through the week before I left work Friday to meet the mystery woman at the hotel, in the room designated for me.

  It was one of the best hotels in the city, located in Beverly Hills near my house. I fully expected Claire to go after it once she had an attorney, but it was mine for quite some time before we married five years ago. I checked my suit before I left and parked in the garage, making my way through the lobby to the bank of elevators.

  I had considered backing out of tonight, tempted just to go to a bar and take some woman home. It seemed easier, but I wasn’t married long enough to forget how clingy some of the women could be. I just needed a fuck and run to balance my life with the recent separation so I could focus on the divorce. I pushed the button as I took a curious look around the expansive lobby, wondering how many men were here for the escorts.

  It didn’t appear to be like a brothel, and I stepped inside of
the glass car, leaning against the back as it moved smoothly to the eighth floor. The hotel was fifteen stories high, not exceptionally tall as much as it was spread out. I’d been here for conferences before, and it was a beautiful place, even getting a room for Christmas parties a time or two.

  This time, I’d be with a stranger that I never spoke to or even kissed before this. I stepped out into the hallway and moved to the right to get to the designated room. I found it and paused for a moment as I decided if I wanted to do this.

  I raised my hand to knock, rapping lightly on the bright white wood. I stared forward until I heard the click of the lock, watching it open slowly. A beautiful face peered out at me, a woman with pale skin and deep, endless blue eyes. “Rachel?”

  “Yes, you must be Declan?” Her voice was sweet and a little nervous as she glanced around and opened the door wider for me to enter. I couldn’t help but stare at the small red dress that she wore with high black heels, exposing her toned legs and pert little breasts that were straining against the halter top. Her hair was thick and straight with strands of red underneath the light blonde outer layer, matching the dress as I turned to face her. Rachel was a healthy amount shorter than my six foot two, around five foot eight if I guessed. With the heels, she added a couple of inches, and I took another long look at her body.

  She was beautiful and without the confidence or overt sexuality that I would expect an escort to have. I did know that it was her first time, which excited me at the time of the booking. I knew that it wasn’t literally her first time, but I liked the idea of breaking someone in, using them for a night when no other customer had. That sounded worse in my head than I’d originally thought and I watched as she closed the door and pressed her hands down her dress. Yes, this woman was incredibly sexy and looked to be in her twenties even though she looked like she was feeling awkward. “I am sure that you were told that I am new to the…business?” Her voice was shy as I nodded and stared into her eyes.

  “I’ve never hired an escort before myself,” I admitted as her eyes widened briefly.

  “So, what do we do?” She asked as she leaned against the door, unconsciously arching her back as desire flared inside of me.

  I stepped forward and watched as she licked her red-stained lips with the slow dart of her tongue. “Figure it out as we go?” I had suggested before I pressed my hands beside her against the door. “You’re fucking beautiful, Rachel.” I watched her cheeks flush pink before I brushed my lips against hers gently. This wasn’t a woman that was sucking another man’s cock before my arrival. Even if I hadn’t just been told that I would have sensed it. She parted her mouth for me as I kissed her again, moaning softly as my tongue nudged hers.

  For being a stranger, this was one of the most sensual kisses I’d ever experienced. I moved my hands over her hips, pulling her closer to me as the kiss deepened quickly. She was curvy enough to not be too thin, and I slipped my hand around to cup her ass while her arms darted around my neck jerkily. I pressed her against the smooth wood of the door, claiming her lips again as I hardened painfully against her lower stomach.

  It seemed like her legs wrapped around my waist the moment that I decided to carry her across the room, our bodies pressed tightly together. This was suddenly more than about using this woman for a night of sex because now I wanted to worship her beautiful body. She smelled sweet, like apples in the Fall and everything about her was gorgeous. I made my way across the floor as our tongues continued to dance together, feeling my hands on her bare upper thighs as the dress lifted slightly. Her skin was hot, and I wondered how she would taste if I slipped my tongue between her legs. I moved my fingers up, trying to feel how wet she was as Rachel groaned against my mouth.

  Rachel moved her knees on the mattress as my fingers drifted over a delicate piece of lace that covered her hot pussy. She was wet, and I slipped a finger underneath to caress her clit as she cried out. I moved my hand and lifted the dress over her head, taking advantage of the situation boldly as Rachel blinked at me. All that she wore underneath was a thong, and I stared at her pebbled nipples hungrily for a moment before she whispered my name. I found myself pushing her back, leaving the heels on and I wrapped my lips around one of her nipples and slid my hand between her legs again.

  Rachel rocked against me slowly as I memorized the sounds that she made, wanting her to lose herself to me. I wanted to hear her when she came for me and I slipped a finger inside of her tight heat while my thumb brushed against her clit, dragging her nipple between my teeth in the process. Rachel cried out as she arched against me, offering more of her nipple for me to suck on as she rocked slowly against my hand.

  Rachel came after a few thrusts of my hand, covering me with her release as I stilled inside of her. My cock was hard, throbbing, and I kissed up to her neck. I pulled my fingers out of her as she dropped against the pillows and breathed in deeply. I smeared her juices over the nipple that I hadn’t touched yet before leaning down to suck them from her. “You’ve never been with a client?” I asked as I stared into her face, damp with sweat as she shook her head. “Why now?”

  “I wanted to try it. I’ve been in the office for a while, and I just wanted to know what this felt like,” Rachel told me as I looked at her.

  “What do you think so far?” I asked, thinking to myself that this was much more than a night with an escort so far.

  “It’s pretty amazing,” she whispered as I leaned over to suck her earlobe into my mouth.

  “I want you bare, Rachel. I’m clean and just out of a long-term relationship. I was tested the second it ended, and everything is fine. You?” I asked, knowing that I was taking a risk asking her this.

  “I’m clean. I don’t sleep around at all,” Rachel murmured as I looked into her eyes.

  “Good. I want to taste you,” I told her as Rachel widened her eyes.

  CHAPTER 4

  Rayna

  I watched as Declan kissed down my body, still in shock that I was here in this room with him. I didn’t know too much about him when he booked ‘Rachel,' just that he was a first-time client. I never expected him to be so gorgeous or sexy, someone that I’d physically want. I assumed that I’d be forcing myself to do a lot that I didn’t really want to do, but feeling his lips nip at my stomach wasn’t terrible. Neither was his tongue as it slipped between my folds and found my aching clit as his eyes locked on my face. I slipped my hand into his hair and tugged as he groaned, spreading my legs wide for him. He licked me before sucking me between his teeth, drawing my clit into his mouth as I moaned. He feasted on my body in ways that James never had, making me realize that James didn’t seem to enjoy oral sex with me unless he was at the receiving end. I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the feeling of his tongue and teeth against me, drawing me nearer to an orgasm as I marveled at the idea of doing it more than once during sex at all.

  With James, I always sensed that it was more about him than it was me. I knew it was now as I felt a finger slide inside of me again while teeth dragged against my sensitive skin. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I wiggled away from him and leaned forward to unbutton his shirt as I met his hungry gaze.

  I knew that Declan was older than me just by his demeanor, but his body was fit and sheer perfection. I slipped the white shirt off, admiring his broad shoulders and sculpted abdomen before I unbuttoned his pants and slipped them down, revealing his massive cock. I remembered all the times that James wanted me to suck him off, being crude about it as I licked my lips. I looked into his eyes as I reached out and took him in my hand, feeling him harden. “Does this feel good?” I asked as he nodded with a gentle smile. “I feel like I don’t know what I’m doing.”

  “What do you want to do?” Declan asked me as I blushed.

  “I’m sure you didn’t hire a woman to tell her what to do,” I said, knowing some of the fetishes that men had. “You’re paying me,” I reminded him as Declan smiled and looked down at his hard cock in my small hand. The reality of what I wa
s doing hit me like a ton of bricks but what I focused on more was that my body was throbbing with need and my pussy wet with desire.

  “Keep doing that. Harder. I like watching,” Declan told me as his eyes locked with mine. I swallowed thickly and started stroking him, feeling him grow in my hand as I licked my lips. I noticed that he wasn’t watching my hand, but my face and his eyes darkened with lust as I tightened my grip on him.

  Eventually, I couldn’t stand my thoughts anymore, and I leaned down as he stared intently at me. “Do you like this?” My mouth was at the tip of him, and he nodded slowly before I took him into my lips. Declan was hot and thick, and I moved slowly to memorize the feeling of him filling me.

  I was moving hard and fast, needing him to come for me when Declan stopped the movement with his hand to meet my eyes. “I want you, Rachel. I want to be inside of you when I come.” He reached down to remove my shoes before pushing me gently back onto the pillows, asking me with his eyes if this was okay. I went willingly, and he lifted my feet to his shoulders as he positioned his body in front of mine. I gasped as he slipped inside of me, quickly with the heat of my need, filling me completely. I was certain that this wasn’t what every client felt like but Declan seemed like he was giving me everything that I needed as he pulled back to fill me again. He was whispering my name, and I longed for him to really be with me, but I bit my lip to keep my mouth shut. I couldn’t tell him my real name.