by Brook Wilder
“I’ll be fine, Piper,” she gave me a weak smile. “Anna’s got one of her special customers interested in me. I’m going to go and live in his mansion. He’s like Hugh Heffner, just an old guy who likes to have young girls around to wear bikinis and go shopping with. He doesn’t even have sex with them.”
“You poor idiot,” I spat. Her hopeful expression melted into fear, like I was attacking her. “Anna’s selling you to the jerk who hit you today. Sorry, baby, but we need to get you out tonight.” She looked at me, even more terrified than before, and started to hyperventilate. This was the last thing I needed. I pulled her up to hug her, rubbing her back and telling her to breathe. “I got this, April, don’t worry.” I gave her the roll of notes. “Take this, pack a small bag and put on some jeans and a jacket. They’re going to be looking for you to make a break for it so, at midnight, come down to the side door and sneak out. There’ll be a cab waiting.”
“But…” she tried to push the money back into my hand.
“But nothing, baby. I’ll take care of everything else, just be there.”
***
I had a regular client pre-booked until just before midnight, I just had to make sure he didn’t feel like staying any longer. It took a little work, but I managed to make sure he was pretty worn out by eleven thirty and safely on his way. Having earned a thirty-minute break, I went to lay down for a while, before fixing my hair and makeup and going to properly meet the new boy. It was Showtime!
And there he was, manning the side door like a good little guard dog. I fixed my very best alluring smile in place, offering just a hint of the forbidden pleasures I had to offer, and slinked over towards him. I saw his eyes go wide at my approached. His tongue darted out to quickly lick his lips as his eyes moved over my body. My playful, cut-off shirt showed a little cleavage but, best of all, ended just below my nipples, revealing a tantalizing amount of full, round, under-boob that drove the guys wild. My tiny, thin skirt started low on my flat belly and stopped slightly below my pussy, only just hiding everything. He tugged on his cigarette as I reached him, silent but unable to look away. This was going to be too easy.
“Do you have one of those for me?” I purred at him. He fumbled in his pocket for the pack. “Not here, we’re not supposed to smoke where the clients can see us. Follow me to the break room.”
I turned around and walked away. Knowing how good my butt looked in this tight skirt, I didn’t have to look back to be sure he followed me. I got to the break room first and hit the horrible main fluorescent light. Then, illuminated only by the under-cabinet lighting, I reclined against the wall and waited for him.
He rounded the corner and stopped by me, keeping only inches of daylight between us. Oh yeah, he was not a big fan of the ‘look but don’t touch rule’, I could tell. I took the offered cigarette and held it to my lips for him to light. In the glow of the flame that flared as I took my first drag, I saw his face, close up and clearly.
He really was exquisite, in a rough and rugged way. His gray-green eyes shone, and they had a heartbreaking touch of sadness in them, like he was just a little lost. His chiseled cheekbones wore a light coat of stubble, all the way down to his firm jawline and small, soft lips. Despite the day I’d had, I felt a little tingle down between my legs. This boy was something special for sure, but I had a job to do.
“You’re too kind,” I told him.
“Wanna tell me what you want?” he asked, his face very close to mine.
“I missed your introduction earlier, I didn’t get your name,” I told him.
“Theo.”
“Well, Theo,” I said, looking him in the eye and lifting his hand up to my face, “whenever there’s a new guy, the girls draw straws to see who gets to know him first.” I closed my eyes and slowly took the tips of his first two fingers into my mouth, wetting them and softly swirling my tongue around them. I heard his breathing quicken. “I won,” I whispered, pulling his hand down my body and under the hem of my skirt. I gently pressed his two fingers against my bare pussy, closing my eyes again and letting out a soft moan. His breathing became even more ragged and, wet from my mouth, his fingers felt good sliding against my slick lips.
“I’m honored,” he murmured breathlessly as I tossed my cigarette away and reached down to open his zipper. I delved inside and found him, firm, long, and hot. I helped his hard cock out of his jeans and used it to pull him a hair closer. His fingers, still on my pussy, sent a thrill through me as they penetrated a little further inside me.
“Come on, Theo,” I breathed into his open mouth, “just fuck me now, please?” I dropped his dick and spun around, putting my face against the cool wall, and lifted my skirt, pushing my ass out and inviting him to enter. I felt his hand on the back of my neck and steeled myself for the three thrusts it should take for him to shoot his load inside me.
“Sorry. Piper isn’t it?” his voice came, surprisingly calm and even, “But that’s against the rules.” I heard him zip up and step back. What the actual fuck? I laid it out in front of him, all he had to do is put it in, and he said no?
“Are you fucking serious?” I snapped at him, still standing with my naked butt as some sort of offering. “Why won’t you fuck me? Are you queer or something? Fuck, just put it in my ass if you want,” I yelled at him, then realized that begging like this was demeaning. I covered myself up and turned around. I took a step closer and hissed at him, “Do you know how much guys pay to just get a look at this?” I ran my hands up and down my body. I didn’t know why I was so furious, but I knew I was mad at him.
“It’s okay,” he said, ignoring my indignation. A small, sly smile crept all the way from his mouth to his eyes. “I think you’ve done enough.”
I shook my head and stomped back out into the corridor. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Stopping for a second, though, I was able to see the monitor and I saw a small, girlish form, carrying a holdall and running across the car park, seconds before I heard a car pull away. She’d made it.
Still, though, this Theo had really pissed me off. What was wrong with me? Why didn’t he want to fuck me? Every other guy on the planet did, what was his problem? He joined me in the corridor a moment after the cab drove away.
“Fucking fag,” I spat at him and stalked off.
CHAPTER 4: Theo
Goddammit, that was tough. Close up, Piper wasn’t just sexy, she was drop dead beautiful. Even dressing that slutty and ho-ing it up she didn’t overdo the makeup, using just the lightest touch to bring out her sapphire blue eyes and highlight her cheekbones. And then there were her lips, so red, so full, so sensual, almost as hot as her body. She didn’t have the enormous, hard, fake tits a lot of the girls had, only a full, natural rack to make a grown man weep, with an ass to match.
I was only able to resist her, bending over and practically begging me to put it in, because I saw that young looking girl creep by. If I’d had to hold on any longer for her to make her escape, I may have had to fuck Piper just to keep us both busy. And I wasn’t into that. I like the ladies, but I need them to like me too, if only for a few minutes.
I don’t know what made me follow Piper upstairs when she got back from her break. Maybe it was because she was trying to be sneaky, which always makes the outcome amusing, maybe it just piqued my curiosity. But, when I heard her give that money to the bruised girl from the break room and tell her where she was going, I just had to play along. I was sure I’d be chewed out and sent to go find her but, hey, it was my first day.
The rest of the night passed uneventfully. I did see that Vinnie guy Miguel told me about, just before two. He gave me a smile and a nod as he passed, on his way in, like I was some flunky that took his hat and coat from him every night.
He was at least six-four, a few inches taller than me, and he had a thick gold hoop through each ear, as well as about twenty-five pounds on me, most of which he was carrying in his chest and shoulders. Call it some sort of intuition, but I got the worst feeling as he
walked by, like a bad taste of pain to come. I knew he was heading up to see Piper, so I pointed him to the room she was in
When three o’clock rolled around, I was in the break room and heard some heels clicking wearily down the corridor. I ducked my head out to see Piper striding out through the door. I felt bad that I must have made her feel unattractive, so I ran after her. I caught her as she went through the outer door and quickly noticed the mascara and eye shadow tracing dark tear tracks down her cheeks.
“Hey,” said, “are you okay?”
“Why do you care?” she snapped at me. “If you want me to throw myself at you again you’ll have to wait until tomorrow, I have a ‘one rejection per day’ limit.”
I put my hand on hers to stop her walking away, but she looked at me with such ferocity, like I’d was using unreasonable force to restrain her. I quickly took my hand away and held it up in surrender.
“I’m sorry,” I smiled, trying to defuse her obvious impending anger, “but if you knew how much self-control I had to summon just to resist you, you wouldn’t be upset.” Her tear stained face looked into mine and I could just about sense the ice melting. “Seriously, I had to go jerk off three times just to stop thinking about your ass.”
Just for one second, she burst out laughing and her face lit up beautifully. “So why did you?”
“I knew you were playing me. I heard you and the other girl planning in her room. Only, I couldn’t find a reason to stop her.”
She stopped laughing and stared off for a second. Eventually, she softly said, “Thank you.”
***
I got Miguel to cover for me and Piper to agree to grab a coffee at the diner on the corner. After we sat down, we both realized we were starving and ordered eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, toast, and pancakes. We both ordered our eggs scrambled and took our coffee black, no sugar.
“Where were you heading?” I asked when the waitress had gone to order our food.
“Don’t worry, I wasn’t running, I was heading back to my apartment.”
“Sorry, I thought you lived on the top floor with the other girls,” I said, a little surprised.
“You only get your free room and board for six months. It gives Anna a way to make sure we’re at work on time and that we’re not shooting up or moonlighting,” she told me casually.
“Do you mind if I ask you why you were crying?” I said.
“Trust me, Theo, you don’t want to know,” she replied.
“Try me,” I told her slowly, trying to engender as much trust as I could.
She sat and stared at me, those big blue eyes studying me intently, before finally opening her mouth to speak.
“There’s a client. A big guy. Always wears an expensive suit,” she carried on speaking, using short, deliberate sentences. “He’s a mob boss. His name’s Vinnie”
“Tony told me about Vinnie,” I said. “I saw him tonight.”
Piper barely noticed I spoke. She just kept staring at the table until our food came, then she just stared at her plate. “He comes to see me two, three times a week. He always tips everyone a lot, especially me. Money doesn’t mean much to him. Unfortunately, nor do people.” I saw another tear well in her eye and fall down her cheek. Her hands tightened around her coffee cup. “He likes me a lot and, because I’m good at my job, he thinks I like him too. But every time he… he likes to…” she was struggling, another tear fell.
“Hey, it’s okay,” I whispered to her. She seemed to break out of her trance. She offered me a weak smile and took a forkful of eggs. I started on my bacon and sausage and we ate in silence for a few minutes.
“He’s smart,” she said, out of nowhere. “He never leaves any marks, but he knows just how to make it hurt. What to use on me, how to position me for maximum pain. It’s the only thing that gets him off…”
As she spoke I could feel a surge of anger rising in my chest. I didn’t know this girl but finding out that she, or anybody, was having to suffer like this pissed me off.
“That sonofabitch,” I spat. “Don’t worry, Piper, I’ll make sure he doesn’t touch you ever again.” It was my weakness; I could never stand to see women mistreated. Fuck knows probably every girl in that place was having a hard time but, with Piper spelling it out like that, her situation seemed worse somehow. I needed to help her. I felt righteous, furious and unstoppable, until I spotted an amused smile on her face.
“You’re sweet, kid,” she laughed. “Now eat your pancakes. Don’t think for a second you can make a difference here. I see Vinnie two or three times a week and that’s okay. I have time to recover. And, no offense, but I don’t think you’re about to take on Madam X, your own gang and the Mafia to save a poor whore you just met. I don’t care how chivalrous you like to think you are.”
That put me in my place. But I still wasn’t sure why I was getting so mad. “But, how can you go on like this?” was all I could manage.
“I don’t have a choice. I got myself into this life. The bitch of it is, I nearly have enough money saved to get myself out. Even after the cash I gave to April, I only need another month and I can be free. Only tonight,” she looks away quickly, her face creasing up in pain again, “Vinnie told me he wants to keep me. I know I’ll never be able to match any offer he makes so I’m screwed. I know I won’t survive long entertaining him seven days a week.”
I didn’t say anything this time. I didn’t want her to dismiss my urge to help her again but I also didn’t want to give her any false hope.
Outside the diner, after we’d eaten, Piper thanked me for listening. The sun was just starting to show its first rays over the horizon as I walked her to her car. It was parked behind the club after all. We stopped and she opened the door, before turning back to me. She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it and shook her head slightly.
“Did you really jerk off over me three times?” she smiled instead.
Looking at her out of her work clothes, in just a simple jeans and shirt, her long blonde hair flying free, her makeup fixed now but still slightly smudged from crying, my heart started racing. I didn’t know how she could look any more beautiful.
“Is it true what you said about you girls drawing straws to see who got to be first to have me?” I smiled back
“I asked you first.”
“No, I lied,” I told her. “It was four times.”
She laughed, planted a quick kiss on my cheek, and jumped into her car without another word. I waved her off as she drove away and went back inside the club.
***
I’d just got back through the inner door when Miguel found me. He told me Anna wanted to see me. I swallowed. Her reputation had been built up pretty fierce to me today and I’ll admit I was nervous. She either wanted to say hi, which didn’t sound likely, wanted to bitch at me for letting April go, in which case I’d plead the fifth, or something I hadn’t considered, which was the scary bit. I took a deep breath and headed up to the fourth floor.
At the top of the stairs was another short corridor with a door at the end. There was a button on the door, so I pressed it and felt compelled to smile up at the camera that was looking down at me. The door buzzed open, so I pushed it aside and walked in.
After the harsh fluorescents in the rest of the place, the natural light in this room was a soothing relief. The entire east wall was floor to ceiling windows and the breaking dawn was casting a low glow over everything, which was being supplemented by subtle, hidden light sources around the apartment. The space was filled with very modern furniture and was entirely open plan. The furthest wall from me was home to a pristine kitchen that included a large island and stainless steel appliances. A good part of the west wall was taken up by a huge, black, four poster bed that sat very close to the floor and, next to a big gray sectional couch facing the entryway, was a matching chaise longue with Anna reclining on it. She lay back, seemingly uncaring that her black silk bathrobe fell open far enough to show pretty much all of her shapely legs,
and plunged down almost to her navel.
There was a martini on the small glass table beside her, along with a TV remote. I could hear the soft moaning that girls make when they are expressing their identity as liberated, sexual beings and, when I looked around to the massive flat-screen on the wall behind me, I saw two hot, naked chicks stroking and fondling each other. One slowly began her journey going down on the other, kissing and licking her way along the other’s smooth, tanned skin and, when the screen froze, the girl’s tongue was a hairsbreadth from a hairless, waiting pussy.
“You always greet new hires this way?” I asked her, as she placed down the remote and picked up the glass.”
“That depends,” she smiled, her eyes traveling slowly up and down my body. “Drink?” She threw her legs off the seat and drained her glass.
“Sorry, four in the morning’s a bit early for me.”
“Don’t judge,” she narrowed her eyes at me. “Make me another, would you? I need to take a quick shower.” She turned without waiting for an answer and headed towards the kitchen where, I quickly realized, there was a sliding door of frosted glass beside the cabinets that I assumed was the bathroom. Without looking around, she casually undid her robe after she’d turned away from me and shrugged it to the floor, as though I didn’t exist.
