Nicola: A Dirty Bad Boys Romance (Steamy Thrillers Series Book 3)
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And then I kissed him back, because I could and he deserved something. It was naughty and I shouldn’t have but god, he was sexy. And I like kissing.
We kissed, hard, leaning against the door. I could feel his hard cock pushing against me and I could feel my underwear getting wet. It would be so good to lift up my dress, wrap my legs around him and put his cock inside me.’
But I withdrew. ‘Goodnight, sweets,’ I said, walking inside. ‘Thank you for a fab evening.’
Candy and Julia were awake. They wanted to know all about it. I told them everything, including details on the great kiss and how wet I felt but how I had stopped before, well, before we did anything.
‘God girls, we should all fuck him. For free. He has a fantastic cock, he’s a great kisser and also, he is really nice. Group sex would be amazing.’
They reminded me that this was business. And - they had thought of a plan. The next night we were going to hang out at the Ritz Bar. It’s where all the businessmen hung out. If we were going to meet wealthy men, it would be at the bar.
‘Get your beauty sleep, ‘ Julia said, kissed us both goodnight. I could feel her nipples against mine and they felt good. She jumped into bed. ‘Go to sleep now, remember, we all want to look gorgeous tomorrow.’
And so I stepped out of my dress and jumped into bed. I still felt super horny from Steve. I leaned over, opened my drawer and took out the pink and silver vibrator. The one that I loved and that made me come so quickly. And then while Julia and Candy slept, I put it between my legs and it felt so good and I came and then I came again, and one more time.
Julia and Candy were not asleep at all. I may have been a little noisy. At some point I remember they both got out of their beds and joined me in mine. And then we were a mass of arms and legs and lips and tits and hard nipples and wet pussies and it was divine and we all came over and over again and then - we went to sleep.
Because we had to be well rested for the next day or days. We had business to do.
Chapter Three: The Ritz
The next day we relaxed a lot but also strategised. We would be clear with any of the men that we met that if they wanted to spend time with us, individually or together, it would cost them. We would talk to people at the bar for a few minutes but if they wanted to continue the chat, or go out for dinner, or ask us out on future dates, then money would have to exchange hands.
We would start off sitting at the bar together and would split up if need be, or when we got ‘offers.’ There would be no sex. We all liked this idea. No sex. It was new for us. We weren’t hookers, we were women who were amazing and men should pay for our company.
Men should pay to talk to us! And they should pay to treat us beautifully and buy us dinners and clothes and whatever they wanted to buy us.
We would be Sugar Babies but not with any one particular person.
We also listed a few different places that we could try. We didn’t only need to do this at night. There were fantastic places to hang out in the daytime too. Beautiful bars in beautiful hotels where the drinks were expensive - we did not intend to pay for our drinks - and where the food was good. And - where many men hung out.
Our first night went well. We hadn’t thought about the men who were married and looking for a bit of fun but we learned quickly to identify the guys with wedding rings and tell them to ‘fuck off.’ We were classy escorts. And we definitely didn’t want to break up any marriages.
Candy had already left Julia and I and moved over to a table with a man by the name of Ken. When she’d told Ken the fee he hadn’t blinked an eyelid. Instead, he took out $300, gave it to her under the table, ordered two bottles of champagne, left one bottle for Julia and me, and taken one bottle for himself and Candy. They were deep in conversation. Things were going well.
We were chatting at the bar, looking sexy but not too sexy. We’d gone for the ‘New York’ businesswoman look. Tight skirts, tight shirts, high heels. A few guys had asked us if they could ‘buy us a drink’ but it hadn’t felt quite right. Either they looked like they didn’t have money, or they wore wedding rings, or they just weren’t our type.
And then out of nowhere a very handsome older man came up to the bar. He had dark hair that was greying at the temples, bushy eyebrows, black eyes and just the right amount of stubble. And he was wearing a very expensive suite.
For a minute my heart sank. I thought about Hugo, my old Sugar Daddy. He had the same kind of grace and elegance that Hugo had. I looked at Julia and could see she was thinking about Hugo too. Hugo, her Dad, not her Sugar Daddy.
But then the man ordered a drink at the bar and without asking us said ‘And another bottle of Moet for these two please. On my tab.’
‘Yes Mr Trudeau,’ the barman said. He clearly knew Mr Trudeau well. Perhaps he was a regular.
‘Why thank you,’ we both said. ‘Join us for a few minutes?’
‘How much are you charging, young ladies?’
What! What on earth did he think. We didn’t look like hookers in any kind of way. Or, did we? I guess maybe we did.
Who cares. If he thought we were hookers then we would behave like hookers.
And suddenly it made sense to cut straight to the chase without any small talk.
It’s $300 to spend a few hours with one of us. And if you want to spend the time with us together, it’s $600. There is no sex. It is all about good conversation and an entertaining evening. You need to pay us up front if you are interested.’
‘And what if I want sex too?’ he asked, with a glint in his ye.
There was no playing games with Mr Trudeau. He cut straight to the chase too.
‘What’s your first name?’ I asked him.
‘Shane. Now, what about sex? I would quite enjoy being with the two of you together of course. I don’t mind watching and not joining in. Uh, until the end that is. I would like to join in at the end. I have these fantasies you know, two women, fucking, then me…’
Julia and I looked at each other. This guy didn’t seem to have any problems with money or fantasies. But, we needed to stick to our plan.
Julia was the first to answer.
‘It is $600 for the two of us together For companionship only. Is it a yes or a no? If it is yes, then would you please pass the money under the table. And if it is no, then please leave immediately. And thank you for the champagne.’
Shane Trudeau was unfazed. He took out his wallet and peeled off a wad of notes that looked a lot more than what we had asked for. He put it directly in my purse, not caring who could see, and then said…
‘Right then. Let’s chat. Let us start this interesting conversation you two talk about.’
And so we started chatting. It was fabulous. We spoke about food and wine, politics and the world problems, his business - he was a banker, in New York on business - family, marriage and kids. He was divorced and lonely. We spoke about our lives and we told him quite candidly that we were lovers and there were three of in our ‘relationship’ and we loved talking to him about what we did.
He was fascinated. But he was also gorgeous and we realised that he was not necessarily lonely; he could’ve got any woman in the bar that he wanted.
But he wanted us. Or to listen to us. Although, he kept telling us about his fantasies too and I have to say, we were interested.
Shane was persistent. ‘I’m in Room 303, ‘ he said, once the three hours were up. ‘I am happy to just watch the two of you. That is all. I will sit on the chair, sip my drink and watch the two of you. Watch the two of you fucking. Even just saying that turns me on. Name the price and I will pay.’
We conferred. This was something we could do. Easily. It was also something that we wanted to do. I could feel that my nipples were pushing against my dress and my cunt was wet. I wanted to fuck Julia.
I was going to blurt out $500 but darling Julia said $1000.
Once again, Shane Trudeau took out his wallet and peeled off a bunch of notes.
‘I wil
l leave the bar first, just in case the management think I’m picking up hookers. We would hate to get you girls into trouble. You can both follow me in five minutes.’
Wow! This was too good to be true. We were going to be making close to $2000 in one evening. And we had no idea what Candy was arranging or if she was making money, but she was now having dinner with that same guy that had picked her up earlier. It looked like things were going well for her.
We took the elevator to the Room 303 and I have to admit, we kissed on the way up and I felt under Julia’s dress between her legs. She was wet too.
Shane Trudeau let us in to the room. He had a bottle of champagne in one hand, had loosened his tie and undone his top button, and he led us straight to the bedroom. There was a lovely king size bed waiting for us. And a chair, for him, on the side, to sit and watch. Exactly as he had said. Exactly as his sexual fantasy.
I felt a bit shy so was delighted when Julia moved towards me. She was making the first move. Before I knew it I was being pushed against the wall, by Julia, who was kissing me with her one hand on my neck and the other hand fumbling with my buttons.
I love it when anyone puts their hand around my neck. Hard.
She unbuttoned my shirt. My tits were straining against my bra and she undid my bra too.
God, I loved the feel of her hands on me. I loved my tits being felt. I loved her hands. I loved ever part of her.
She unzipped my skirt and let it drop to the ground. I was wearing just my shoes, stockings and lace panties. She removed my panties too. And then I was just in my heels and my suspenders and I felt very fucking sexy.
I think I looked very fucking sexy too.
Shane Trudeau was breathing hard.
‘Keep going,’ he said huskily. ‘Do not dare stop for a minute. You’re both exquisite.’
His cock was huge, we could see it straining through his Armani suit. Part of me wanted his cock too. I like to have cunt. I like to have cock. I like them both at the same time.
I had started taking Julia’s clothes off and could barely breathe. We were both naked now, except for our silk stockings. Our tits were touching, our cunts were touching and our legs were wrapped around one another. We were on the bed, kissing, stroking and feeling one another everywhere.
Her cunt was soaking.
My fingers were between her legs and probing. I kind of forget that there was someone watching. I wanted to make Julia come and I wanted to hear her shout and moan out loud.
She was moaning. ‘Oh god yes, more, Katie, more, fuck me, oh my god, yes, yes..’
She was loving it. I felt her gush, coming over and over and over.
And then, it was my turn. Julia did things to me with her tongue. She was between my legs, her tongue licking and fucking my pussy, oh my god, I couldn’t control myself, I let myself go, I let everything go.
The best orgasms. While Shane Trudeau sipped his champagne, not saying anything, just watching.
He was stroking himself at the same time. And I could see his large cock, out his pants, so hard, so huge, and so turned on.
‘Another $4
It was kind of impossible to do this for three hours. We got up after about an hour and we all sat in his lounge. We chatted a bit more, Julia’s head on my shoulder, as we sat all curled up on the couch. Shane had paid us for three hours though and he intended to get his money’s worth. And we gave him his money’s worth, chatting, kissing, laughing, drinking and then eventually, picking up our clothes, getting dressed and saying goodbye.
‘Here’s our number.’ Julia gave him our number; she was indeed turning into a perfect businesswoman . ‘Call us if you want to do this again.’
We left. Candy was nowhere to be seen so we headed home with all this cash in our purses. Wow! We were delighted and the sex had been great. God, we were easy. We thought Candy might yell at us.
But when we got home Candy was there, counting all her money.
‘Don’t yell at me please girlfriends. I slept with my guy. He offered me a ton of money, I couldn’t say no. Plus, the sex was really good.’
We were all on the same page. We were great escorts! So what if we had sex. We were on to a fabulous business idea. And we wouldn’t get bored, we could do this with different men all the time. We could choose when we wanted to have sex and who we wanted to have it with.
The three of us brushed our teeth and jumped into bed, exhausted. It was hard work being working women. And we needed to rest for the next day.
Chapter Four: London
We’d been doing escort work for about two weeks and we felt like we were literally rolling around in cash. The good news is that after a few more visits to The Ritz, and one or two to The Madison, word seemed to get around. We were known as ‘The Escort Three.’ Our phones started ringing off the hook. They were men who were looking for lunch dates, corporate company dates, dinner dates, someone to go to movies or the theatre with or just spend a few hours with, to chat and to have the pleasure of beautiful young sexy women - we were in huge demand.
Word got around fast and we were popular. So much so we could’ve hired a few more women to work with us! We discussed it but decided we were the perfect three.
Men loved the idea of three. Often they wanted us together, one man and three women. Sitting around a table surrounded by women - it makes men feel good. But we leaned towards the one-on-one thing.
I had a regular client, Phil. He was a lawyer in his fifties, single and lonely. All he wanted from me was company and a partner for his work functions. I was the perfect partner. He told me how he wanted me to dress - elegant - and I obliged. I was able to chat to his lawyer friends and colleagues easily and eloquently and they thought I was his partner. I was more than happy to be his partner. He paid well, was always kind and our business arrangement was perfect.
Julia had found a regular client too. Marcus. Marcus was flamboyant, drove a Porsche, wore flashy clothes, dark glasses and liked to party. He snorted a lot of cocaine. Julia did not. Marcus took her to clubs and parties. He introduced Julia to his friends as his ‘number one girl.’ Julia was never quite sure why Marcus had to pay for a date, he seemed to have tons of women surrounding him all the time. But Julia made no demands and that was exactly what Marcus liked about the arrangement. No demands, allowing him to do as he pleased, with anyone he pleased, but a perfect partner by his side.
And Candy was in huge demand. She had men calling her all the time. Some may have been her old Cam-girl clients, many were new. Either way, she was busy day and night.
We all shared the money, it felt like a good thing to do. And we never had to spend money on meals or wine or even clothes. Men spoiled us like crazy.
My phone rang. It was early morning and the three of us were in bed together. I had Julia’s head between my legs and Candy’s legs over my head. We were in the most intimate of moments but I also knew I had to answer the phone.
‘Hello, Katie speaking.’
It didn’t mean that the girls stopped doing what they were doing, just because my phone rang! Julia carried on, licking my pussy, delving inside with her tongue, bringing me close to orgasm, withdrawing, then bringing me close again.
Candy used her hands, tickling me, my neck, my lips and then tweaking my nipples.
It was not that easy to speak.
‘Katie. It’s Phil. I have a huge job for you. It’s not for me. It’s for a friend of mine, a colleague really. He has a very important dinner in London, meeting top VIP’s, politicians and statesmen. He needs a partner. He’ll pay you handsomely. You get to fly to London tonight, meet him in London tomorrow and then accompany him on his visits.’
‘London! Oh my gosh, I’ve never been to London. But, who is he? And what do I need? I don't even know where my passport is, oh my, this is quick…’
‘We can organise an emergency passport for you. And we’ve already booked your air ticket. You leave tonight, British Airways, flight at 7 pm. You’re in first class.’
This time I would be travelling but for ‘work.’ I was being well paid. I had nothing to lose. And I had developed a love for things exotic!
Julia and Candy were leaping around with excitement.
‘Katie. This is brilliant. Whoever this guy is, he must be important. And - London! Send us tickets if you can! And go and see broadway plays and shop and visit Covent Garden and the Queen. We’ve never been to London, it would be so cool if we could come with you. Find us British men!’