‘Fuck,’ Trey groaned, as I bucked in between them, I barely heard him. It was like I’d gone partially deaf, the blood was roaring in my ears and I had stars in my eyes. I’d never come so hard and it had wiped me out. I felt them both flexing and quivering inside me, they’d both come as well, thank God. I couldn’t have taken any more, I was completely done in and so happy with it. I collapsed on Logan’s chest and he wrapped his arms around me and stroked the back of my hair as I trembled on him. I didn’t even have the energy to complain when I felt Trey slide out of me.
‘Sssshhhh, sleep now. You’ve earned it, Ava,’ Logan whispered, as he kissed my temple. He gently lifted me off him and lay me down on the bed. I curled into a ball, tucked up against his side and Trey tucked in behind me and ran his fingers up and down my hip. I smiled and let out a happy sigh. I’d finally fulfilled my ménage fantasy and boy, had it been worth every damn penny.
Client Evaluation
Logan
I left Ava sleeping as I took a shower and changed into some fresh clothes, then headed into the lounge to order room service for the three of us, while Trey took a shower too. He was like me, he had a large appetite after a nights work, though he hadn’t yet mastered the art of healthy eating. I requested a full English breakfast for him, French pastries and muffins for Ava, which were her favourite, then muesli, scrambled eggs on wholemeal toast and a fresh fruit bowl for me. Plus copious amounts of coffee. I sank down into the armchair and rubbed the heels of my hands over my eyes. I was exhausted. I’d had to cram in so many extra appointments after my time laid up with that damn broken ankle and on top of my day job, I was working myself physically hard and leaving little time for sleep. I seriously needed to cut back on seeing clients again, one a week the most. I opened up my iPhone and starting flicking through my files, it was time to be choosy, to only see the ones that I enjoyed my time with, like Ava. I’d thought I was losing my edge, as I’d been finding it increasingly difficult to summon up any excitement for my appointments lately, but as I’d walked through the bedroom and seen Ava sleeping, her dark hair fanned out on the pillow, it had hit me right in the gut.
I knew what was wrong, it wasn’t that I didn’t love sex anymore, it’s that I only truly wanted sex with her, Summer damn Beresford. My brunette beauty that had somehow wormed her way inside of me and I couldn’t shake her off. I couldn’t understand my reluctance to commit to a woman that affected me the way she did. I didn’t have some childhood horror story, no trauma to speak of. My parents were happily married and still as in love as ever. If anything, I had the best role models. I guess my damn looks were to blame, sometimes I saw them as a curse. I attracted so much attention, that the thought of going steady had made me feel like I’d be missing out somehow, because I had so many women fighting over me. I worried that there could always be someone better suited around the corner, someone I’d like more than who I was with. But I was missing out. It seemed that in Summer, I’d found that person that no one else compared to. I mean I’d spent one night with her, one night and nine months later I was still fucking thinking about her every minute of every God damn day? I was startled from my thoughts by my phone vibrating and saw a text from James.
Good morning, Sir. I hope that you had an enjoyable evening. I will be picking you up at nine thirty as normal, unless I hear to the contrary. I took the liberty of ordering you the morning paper to be delivered to your suite. I think the headline might be of interest to you. James.
I got up and opened the door and sure enough, there was the newspaper lying on the floor. I scooped it up and returned to the armchair, crossing my legs with one ankle up on my knee, as I unfolded the paper and spread it out on my lap. Speak of the devil, there was a picture of my beautiful fantasy woman, Summer, on the front page, smiling as Daron fucking Beck whispered something in her ear, while he had his arm around her waist. I felt my teeth clamping down hard, as my jaw and neck muscles tensed to see him touching her like that, but not half as hard as everything tightened when I read the headline.
New Celebrity Couple?
It took all my self-control not to screw the damn paper into a tight ball and hurl it at the wall with a roar of anger. Daron’s reputation was infamous, he was the Casanova of the acting world, leaving a long line of broken hearted women in his wake. I refused to think of myself in the same league as him. I was upfront, I was paid to perform a service and I did my best to treat women respectfully, but this arsehole? There’d been rumours that he’d even slapped one of his exes around, that I couldn’t condone. That was despicable. She was seriously thinking of dating that jackass? I forced myself to read the rest of the article and let out a slight sigh of relief to hear that “rumour said” he’d been pursuing her for some time, only to be repeatedly knocked back. The story continued to say that it seemed he was wearing down her defences, as neither of them had added a plus one to their premiere next week and his limousine driver confirmed he was collecting Summer before Daron. I immediately picked up my phone and dialled Ian Smith.
‘Good morning, who do you have for me to look into this time?’ he greeted.
‘Morning. A number of people actually. Do you have a pen at hand?’
‘A pen? You are joking right? Who uses a pen anymore? Fire away, I have my tablet in front of me.’
‘Summer Beresford, former client. I deleted her file and email and blocked it. I want it reinstated, to know if she’s tried to contact me since our last appointment and what’s changed with regards to her personal history, in particular any evidence of an affair with her co-star Daron Beck. I want a full file on him, all of his conquests, any complaints of brutality, STD history, the works. I need to know who his limo driver is for next Saturday night and if he has a back-up, how I can contact them and what bribe would work best with them, to ensure that they pick up only Mr. Beck for his premiere and do no detours on the night. Are you keeping up?’
‘I’m recording you, Sir. That way I can play it back later.’
‘I need a contact at the film company. I need to ensure that Miss Beresford has a ticket for a plus one, namely myself, without her knowing in advance. I don’t want her to have the opportunity to say no. I’ll also need her dress and bra size, if it’s changed, and information as to who her stylist for the night is, as I’ll want to choose the dress myself.’
‘We’re talking a lot of people that we may need to offer an incentive here, Sir. What’s the budget?’
‘Whatever’s needed to ensure that I know where Summer is that night, wearing what I chose and has no idea when the limo turns up, that it will be me accompanying her and not Daron fucking Beck. Understood?’
‘Perfectly, Sir. When is this premiere taking place?’
‘Next Saturday.’
‘I’d better get on it and, Sir?’
‘Yes,’ I replied, feeling my heart pounding with the adrenaline surging through my system at the thought of seeing her again.
‘I’ve checked and there was one booking request that had been blocked.’
‘There was?’ I shoved the paper to the side and sat up straight, feeling ridiculously happy that she’d wanted to see me again. ‘When?’
‘A month after the initial appointment. I’ll arrange to have it put back into your inbox. Anything else for now?’
‘No that’s all, but I will be having a clear out of clients and I may transfer some of them over to a colleague, would that be a problem?’
‘No, you’ll just need to give me his email and with his permission I can set up file storage facility like yours, where I’ll transfer over the client files you suggest. Are you retiring?’ he asked, sounding surprised.
‘Retiring?’ I laughed. ‘No, just trying not to overload myself that’s all.’ I shook my head and beckoned with my two forefingers as Trey appeared, with a towel around his waist and pointed his thumb back towards the bedroom, obviously worried he was intruding on my call.
‘Very well. I’ll make a start today on your requireme
nts and just send me an email with a list when you’re ready to relinquish some of your contacts,’ Ian confirmed.
‘Excellent, thank you. I want updates as soon as you have them on each area please.’
‘Not a problem,’ he replied. ‘If you check your email, the information you asked me for last night is there.’
‘Thank you, Ian. As ever, you never cease to amaze me.’
‘Anytime,’ he chuckled as we hung up.
‘Everything ok?’ Trey asked, as he sat opposite me.
‘Perfect. I’ve ordered you a full English with extra sausage, bacon and toast. Is Ava still asleep?’
‘She is. I think we wore her out,’ he grinned. ‘Count me in for any repeat performances.’
‘How’s your client list looking currently?’
‘Pretty decent in terms of volume, a bit lacking in terms of quality,’ he shrugged.
‘I may be able to help you out on that front. My client list is currently too large and too demanding of my time. I’d be prepared to release some to you, if they were agreeable.’
‘Seriously?’ Trey looked at me amazed.
‘I’d propose that I first let you see their photographs, no names, and a list of the fantasies they requested that have been completed to date. If you feel you can work with them, I’ll forward your photograph to them and advise them that I’m no longer available, but I’m recommending you as my replacement. If they confirm this is acceptable, I can arrange to transfer over the files to you on a number of conditions.’
‘Name them,’ Trey shot back, as he sat forward in his chair with his elbows on his knees.
‘You continue to use Ian Smith for all vetting and background information. He’s not cheap, but he’s the best in the business and you’ll more than cover his fees with the type of clientele that I’ll be giving you.’
‘That’s fair.’
‘You treat my clients as if they were still mine, that means going above and beyond. No cutting corners, they pay top whack, they expect the best. Luxury accommodations, expensive lingerie and accessories and for you to dress in custom made suits, not these off the rack ones you’ve been wearing. I’ll put you in touch with my tailor. These are women of means and your fee will more than cover your costs and leave plenty for your commission. I’ll work with you on planning and costing the first five bookings for each of them, to ensure you’re working to my high standards. Recommending you reflects on me and I won’t have my reputation tarnished, if you’re not meeting the standards I’ve already set. I’ll expect a seventy-five percent cut of the commission for those first three bookings, fifty percent for the fourth, twenty five percent for the fifth and then you’re on your own and the profit is entirely yours. At that point you’ll have full ownership of that client moving forwards. These terms are non-negotiable. I’ve spent five years working my arse off to secure this calibre of clientele and I’m not giving them away for free. Any questions or objections?’
‘Holy shit man. I can’t believe you’re doing this for me. Are you for real?’
‘I’m for real,’ I smiled, pleased at his enthusiasm.
‘Are you dying or something?’ he asked, looking concerned and I laughed, a deep chesty guffaw of laughter at his serious tone.
‘No. I’m just re-prioritising and can afford to shed some clients. We’ve worked together a number of times, so I know that your stamina and technique aren’t lacking, neither is your enthusiasm. You still have a bit to learn when it comes to the romance and seduction side, but that’s what I’m here for. I’d rather you have a shot, than someone I don’t know. You remind me of me when I first started, though I knew how to suck a woman’s clit without removing it,’ I chuckled and he groaned. ‘Think of it as me paying it forward. Why should you learn the hard way, when I have the time and inclination to help you?’
‘I don’t know what to say, I’m … I’m just so grateful, Logan.’
‘Say you’ll accept and I’ll have my lawyer draw up the contract officially, as per the terms I just stated. Once you sign and return it, we can make a start.’ I laughed again as Trey shot to his feet and came and leaned over to hug me, slapping me on the back a few times.
‘I accept and I won’t let you down, I promise,’ he nodded as he straightened up. He looked behind him at the closed bedroom door, then back at me. ‘Will she be one of the ones you transfer over?’ he whispered.
‘You’d like her to be?’ I enquired with a smile. There was a twenty-four year age difference, I’d have thought he’d have wanted my younger clients.
‘Hell yeah, she’s smoking.’
‘She is, but she’s one of my long term regulars and I actually like her. Maybe when I’m fully ready to retire in a few more years, if she still wants appointments, eh?’
‘Retire? Please, like that’ll ever happen,’ he scoffed, as he headed off to get dressed. I opened my email and went to sit at the desk in the room and wrote down the information that Ian had sourced for me on the hotel letterhead, slipped it into my pocket and I answered the door as room service arrived.
I escorted Ava to a taxi outside, she insisted that it would raise eyebrows her coming home in the same outfit, let alone in a limousine as well.
‘I really had a wonderful evening,’ she smiled up at me.
‘I did too, it was nice to see you so happy. Even happier than normal. You deserve to look like that every day, Ava. Your husband’s a damn fool to not want you.’
‘You think?’ she asked as she frowned. What the hell was it with her? She seemed to have no self-worth at all.
‘I know. Look at you, you’re a stunning intelligent woman. You just had a twenty-one year old who couldn’t get his fill of you, to the point he asked if he could be included on any future appointments.’
‘He did?’ she asked, looking surprised.
‘He did,’ I nodded as I clasped her face. ‘Trust in yourself Ava, you deserve to be the centre of your husband’s world, to be made to feel like you’re special on a daily basis. You shouldn’t have to pay me for that. If he can’t give you what you need, find someone else that will, someone you crave and who craves you in return. You owe it to yourself. Life’s too short to be unhappy.’
‘You sound like you’re speaking from experience, Logan. Maybe if I’m going to think about being brave, you should too. You’re skilled at what you do, but I’ll warrant that doesn’t keep you warm at night in your own bed. What woman would want to share her man with others? Maybe you need to find your someone, so that you can be each other’s craving too.’
‘Trust me, I don’t plan on being in this profession for ever, but time is more on my side. Don’t waste anymore of yours on a man who’s too foolish to think that his bank balance is more important than you,’ I sighed as I kissed her forehead.
‘Thank you,’ she whispered, as her eyes filled up with tears. ‘You have no idea what last night did for my confidence, what you’ve done for my confidence.’
‘So, do something about it,’ I ordered, as I put a piece of paper in her hand.
‘What’s this?’ she asked.
‘Look at it when I’m gone, but if it makes your heart beat faster, your stomach do that thing you women all rave about and fills your head for the rest of the day, promise me you’ll do something with it,’ I ordered, as I opened the taxi door for her and helped her in. She looked up at me confused, but nodded as I closed the door and tapped on the roof. I stood watching as she disappeared, then let out a heavy sigh. Here was me condoning her husband for being more invested in amassing even more money than he could possibly spend and ignoring his personal life, when I was just as culpable of the same crime.
I strode over to where James was patiently waiting by the car and he opened the rear door for me.
‘Morning, Sir.’
‘Morning, James,’ I smiled, as I ducked in and he closed the door. I waited until he’d pulled out onto the main road before speaking. ‘Thank you for the paper this morning.’
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bsp; ‘You’re welcome,’ he nodded in the mirror reflection.
‘You’re not going to ask me anything?’ I enquired, surprised. He’d not been lacking in opinions on Summer over the last few months.
‘No need to, Sir. I’ve already been put on alert by Mr. Smith that I’ll be collecting you on Saturday evening, doing a detour to Miss Beresford’s address and taking you both to Leicester Square in the limousine. The only thing I’m unclear on, is when I’ve picked you up after the premiere, where I’ll be taking you both.’
‘Hmmm. I’m still unclear on that myself,’ I sighed. Assuming she didn’t slap me and force me out of the limo for surprising her, after ignoring her last email.
‘I’m sure when you’ve both got over the shock of seeing each other after so long, you’ll soon think of something. If you don’t mind me saying so, I’m pleased that you’re seeing her again. She’s a very nice lady and you can’t carry on with this career path forever.’
‘I don’t mind you saying so, she is very nice but this is nothing to do with me. I couldn’t leave her open to the potential of that shit corrupting her.’
‘A touch of the green eyed monster then?’
‘I’d have been fine with her going with anyone else, not him,’ I retorted.
‘Whatever you need to tell yourself to sleep at night,’ James chuckled. I shook my head. He was too observant for his own good. I’d have hated seeing her in print with anyone. I checked my phone again, wondering if Ian had transferred over that message from Summer eight months ago and felt my heart skip its steady beat as I saw it in my inbox. I took a deep breath before I opened it to read.
Dear Mr Steele. You may not remember me, but I booked you for a “Virgin for the Night” fantasy last month.
I might not remember her? Jesus baby, if only you knew the truth.
I wondered if you’d be able to accommodate me again? I feel like I have so much to learn and you were so gentle, kind and respectful that I’d like for it to be you that teaches me everything that I need to know.
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