Yearning Devotion

by Rachael Orman

  Protocol was for each girl to come and check in with Sam before they went on any dates. Any new marks, bruises or tattoos were noted. Once a week they had to weigh in and take measurements to make sure everyone was taking care of their bodies and they even took note of when your monthly cycle was since that would affect business. Sometimes for the better if that’s what a client wanted. Once a month every girl and client was drug tested and tested for sexually transmitted diseases. Heaven knows you wouldn’t want to get a disease that you have to explain to the old lady and Finest Companions didn’t want a customer giving their girls things to spread around either.

  Each girl had her own little section on the wall to wall built in for her clothes to be stored so that Sam could make sure each girl was appropriately dressed before appointments or outings. There were four stations set up for the girls if they needed to do their hair and/or makeup. In the bathroom, there was two showers in case someone really needed to clean up or just wanted to freshen up. There were a few couches around the large open room and a big desk and filing cabinets that belonged to Sam. Sam had once been an escort herself, but now she was Big Momma, taking care of the girls and the business.

  “Gwen, don’t forget Friday night you have an event to go to. Black tie.” Sam looked over Gwen’s calendar. “Location is still unknown but Isaac will have a car pick up you so you don’t have to worry about it.”

  “Yep, I’m going to pick up the dress on my way in tomorrow that I plan to wear so you can approve it.” Gwen stood up, looking at her watch. “Well, I best be on my way. Don’t want to be late for the cuddler.”

  “See you tomorrow.” Sam threw her hand out in a wave telling Gwen to go. Stashing her messenger bag in her closet space, Gwen grabbed her trusty clutch with her phone and ear buds inside it and headed for the street again.

  She only had to walk two blocks before she was at her first appointment. She rang the bell, waited to be buzzed in and made her way on up. He was one of her regulars. She had been seeing him once a week for a year and a half. He was a man in his 40s, who was a very busy business man and didn’t want to deal with the trials of having a girlfriend. He would rather pay Gwen to swing by for an hour each week to give him a back massage, missionary sex, and a few minutes of snuggling. Afterwards, she would slip into his bathroom, where he already had everything she needed to clean and freshen herself up. She’d kiss his forehead as he lay still naked in bed. This time was no different. She slipped her dress back on and slipped out the door exactly 55 minutes after she entered.

  At the curb, she grabbed a cab to take her up the West Village area of the city. Appointment number two was an up and coming movie star. He was a relatively new client for Gwen. He had a long-time girlfriend, but she couldn’t handle the stress of the new found fame so she had left him. After that, he decided to forego the whole girlfriend thing.

  Gwen always went in the back exit of his building since the paparazzi were always camped our somewhere around the entrance and she didn’t want to deal with them. She made her way up the elevator to his flat. She leaned against the door frame and knocked twice, pause, three times, pause, once. This was one of the clients she enjoyed more so than the others. He was in his 20s and very well built, easy on the eyes. He was decent in the sack, Gwen would say. Although she really didn’t care for sex, this guy at least tried to make it enjoyable for her. After he got off twice, she cleaned up and went back out the back door of the building. As she was walking down the alley towards the side of the building when she had a camera and microphone shoved in her face, “Were you just with Jason Stone?” was yelled at her.

  “Who?” Gwen asked raising her eyebrow and continuing to walk. “Since I don’t even know who that is, I’d have to say no. Sorry.”

  “Why are you coming out the back door if you weren’t trying to not to be seen by the cameras?” Came back at her from the obnoxious man with the camera and microphone.

  “Look, I was visiting my dear friend in 2A and I saw all of you out in front of the building when I got here and didn’t want to have to push my way past you on my way back out. Geez, see these shoes? They cost more than you make in a year. I didn’t want you to screw them up.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder in a relatively believable huff as she pushed passed them. They left her alone after that. Oh yea, like I would just come out and admit that’s who I was with Gwen thought rolling her eyes. Luckily she’d met the cute little old lady who lived in 2A a few times and helped her get her groceries to her apartment when Gwen noticed her struggling in the lobby with them..

  She went back to the office, rinsed her body off in the shower, and slipped on a clean pair of panties and garters. She grabbed her bag of laundry and her school bag before heading out. She dropped the laundry at the nearby laundry mat, they were all her work clothes so no need to carry them farther than necessary since they would just be going right back to her closet at work.

  Gwen stopped by a sandwich joint and picked up a turkey sandwich for her to eat later for dinner. She hopped on the subway that would take her just a few blocks from her apartment and put in her earbuds. She pulled out her notebook and started doodling. She started a new design, trying to get the image of the dress that was floating around in her head down on paper. She was completely consumed by the image coming together on the page. Letting the music drown out her other thoughts, she bobbed her head a bit as her pencil created the image in her mind on the paper, occasionally using her fingers to smudge the lead just a bit to give the look she was wanting. It was coming together exactly as she envisioned. Suddenly, she felt eyes on her. She slowly raised her eyes to meet a pair of smoldering green eyes. Cole sat across from her and down one bench, an exit door between where they sat. She let her eyes drag over those broad muscular shoulders hidden behind a very well-tailored slate gray suit, a pale blue shirt and a slim white tie. Her eyes taking a moment to take in his large hands resting on top of his thighs, one hand tugged lightly on a pant leg as he shifted his hips. The movement drew her eyes up to a very prominent bulge in his pants. He was hard. She slowly licked her lips as she felt her body flush with arousal and her breathing speeding up as her pulse started racing. If this man was this hot fully clothed, just how hot would he be without them?

  She finally made her eyes return to his. However, his eyes weren’t on hers, they were locked on her upper thigh. She glanced down to see that her skirt had slid up enough on her one legs while she’d been captivated by her drawing, revealing the top of her lacy thigh highs and the garter that was clipped to it and all of her very long leg that was below it. After putting her pencil in the notebook and closing the cover, she then ran the tips of her fingers over the top of her stocking casually as if she hadn’t known that’s what held his attention. She saw him take a deep breath when his eyes jumped back up to meet hers. She gave him a naughty smile then looked back down to where her fingers were on her thigh.

  Feeling her pulse racing even more, she slid her fingers across the top of her thigh towards her inner thigh. Watching as his eyes followed her fingers, she felt another smile slide onto her face. She liked the way it felt to have his eyes on her as she touched her own body. She felt like there was absolutely no one else around but her and Cole, especially with the look that was on his face and the heavy beat of music in her ears. She slowly opened her knees just slightly as her hand disappeared underneath her skirt, she watched as he drew his bottom lip between his teeth. She leaned her head back on a soft gasp as her fingers brushed her damp panties.

  The song ended and it was like everything around them came rushing back into focus. Gwen quickly pulled her skirt down, closed her legs, grabbed her bag and notebook and stood up. She slipped around the very few people standing on the subway to escape out the back door. The doors opened just as she was getting close. She nearly ran away from the subway. She shook her head softly, what had she been thinking! She stopped when she reached the top of the stairs and the rush of fresh air met her.

  “
I think that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Cole whispered into her ear from behind her. She jumped a foot in the air. She hadn’t expected him to follow her.

  “There is something about those eyes of yours that makes me do things I don’t normally do.” Gwen looked down as she spoke. “But it can’t happen again or go any farther. I have a girlfriend and I don’t like men.”

  Before Cole could even respond, she was gone again. Why did this woman keep running away? And damn was she good at it!

  Chapter 7

  “You wanna come watch me tonight? Come on! You haven’t come out in a long time!” McKayla asked before taking a large bite of a sandwich in the kitchen. Gwen was sitting on the other side of the kitchen on top of the counter, swinging her legs slightly, staring at the floor. McKayla knew with Gwen’s past that if she couldn’t get this man off her mind he must be something special, but she knew Gwen wouldn’t talk about it anymore than she already had. Gwen probably didn’t even realize that she had developed feelings for the man since she was so guarded against men. “It’ll help you forget about Cole.”

  “Mick, I’ve never felt attracted to a man... EVER. He actually makes me want to have hot sweaty sex with him. I want to run my hands all over his body and kiss him for days.” Gwen groaned as she jumped off the counter. She stomped her foot in frustration.

  “One step at a time. He seems willing to go at whatever pace you set. Just go with the flow.” McKayla winked at her. She pushed between Gwen’s knees and ran a hand over her hair. “I know you like me, but there is nothing wrong with liking men. Most women do, if he can make you happy and share you with me, I’d be willing to try and welcome him into our life. But, that’s for you and him to figure out. So, come on, it’s Wednesday, hump day, that means you should watch me dry hump men at work. Hey, I’ll even let you do body shots off me!” McKayla laughed wiggling her hips around in the air. “Plus, if we make out, I’ll make crazy tips and take you out for an early breakfast.”

  “Alright, fine, but you’re buying my drinks.” Gwen slid off the counter. McKayla pressed her back against the counter with her hips. She cupped both sides of Gwen’s face. Her bright blue eyes met Gwen’s honey brown ones for a moment before she pulled Gwen forward to plant a kiss on her lips. She kissed her hard and bit down on her lower lip. Both of them were breathing hard when they separated.

  “Let’s go get ready before I fuck you in the kitchen.” McKayla palmed one of Gwen’s breasts, flicking the nipple with her thumb before turning and walking out of the kitchen. Gwen shook her shoulders trying to get relaxed and ready to go out to the club.

  Gwen slipped into a dark red dress that had no back and the skirt barely covered her ass. The front was tight over her breast with a dip showing a wedge of skin almost to her belly button. Finishing the outfit was a pair of 4 inch clear stilettos with a strap around her ankle and big hoop earrings. She used McKayla’s makeup to exaggerate the little bit she already had on, smoky eyes, a couple more layers of mascara accentuated her naturally long lashes and a pale pink lipstick. Using a curling iron, she gave her hair some spiral curls and she was ready to go.

  “Let’s go, sexy bitch.” McKayla was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a tight t-shirt. She would be changing at the club. McKayla grabbed her small duffle bag with her work clothes and then they were off.

  Once they arrived at the club, McKayla gave Gwen a soft kiss before disappearing to get dressed for work while Gwen sat at the bar chatting up Todd, the bartender. Gwen usually dropped by about once a month to watch and support McKayla.

  “What can I get you, doll?” Todd asked. The place was just starting to fill up with patrons.

  “Long Island Iced Tea, please,” Gwen turned in her seat to look out at the stage, the girls walking through the crowd and the people milling about. A classic strip club song was playing over the sound system as one of the girls was dancing on the stage. Todd returned quickly with her drink and she took a couple big gulps from it. “Perfect. Thanks.”

  Todd moved on to other customers and Gwen noticed the guy next to her eyeing her. Seeing he’d caught her eye, he moved closer to her. “Can I buy you a drink?”

  “Sorry, not interested. I’m here with my girlfriend.” Gwen tried to let him down easy.

  “That’s even better, I can please two ladies at once.” He said letting his fingers trail down Gwen’s arm. She just stared flat eyed at him. She grabbed his hand with her finger and thumb like she didn’t want to touch any more of him than she had to. She put his hand back on the bar.

  “I highly doubt you’d even know what to do.” She rolled her eyes and picked up her drink. She moved to sit farther down the bar. After an hour, she moved to one of the small tables, closer to the stage because men always left her alone at a table. She preferred the company of the bartenders at the bar but she got tired of the unwanted attention from slimy men. It didn’t matter how high class a strip club was, it was still a strip club and a single woman at the bar always got a lot of attention. The crowd was growing bigger now and almost every table in the place was filled. The girl on stage was currently dancing around to one of Gwen’s favorite tunes, which had Gwen dancing in her chair. She knew the girl on the stage and smiled at her.

  “Hm. Girl, you are looking too damn fine.” McKayla’s smiling voice came from behind her. Gwen looked up over her shoulder at her. McKayla was in a tiny black thong and see through tiny bra. Gwen’s eyes followed as she moved slowly and sexily around her. McKayla’s left hand trailed from Gwen’s right shoulder around to her neck and then started to slide down the skin between her breasts when she was right in front of her. “Would you like a dance, Baby?”

  “Hm, I don’t think so.” Gwen teased before finishing off her second Long Island, setting the glass on the table to her left. McKayla leaned forward putting a hand on either side of the Gwen’s hips on the chair, her face almost nose to nose with Gwen’s, her ass in the air.

  “I really want to rub myself all over that sexy body of yours.” McKayla grabbed Gwen’s bottom lip with her teeth and pulled back before letting go. She slipped a hand into Gwen’s hair to make her tilt her head back and to the side before kissing her deeply. Without breaking the kiss, McKayla moved so she was straddling Gwen, her free hand massaging one of Gwen’s breasts.

  Pulling back, McKayla placed both hands on the back of the chair and using her legs to lift her slightly off Gwen’s lap, she ground her hips into Gwen’s, as she kissed down her neck. Gwen closed her eyes and tilted her head to give her better access, keeping her hand down next her body. Shifting again, McKayla stood and turned so her back was to Gwen. She circled her hips a couple times with her ass in Gwen’s face before bending over to touch her toes and slap her own ass hard. Gwen moaned and bit down on her lower lip.

  When McKayla put her ass in Gwen’s lap and started to grind on her again, laying her head on Gwen’s shoulder, Gwen could hold back no longer. She ran her hands up either side of McKayla’s waist to her breast. Grabbing a breast with each hand, she moved her head so she could place her lips on McKayla’s again as she used both hands to play with McKayla’s nipples. After a few moments, McKayla quickly stood then fell to her knees in front of Gwen. Placing a hand on the outside of each of Gwen’s ankles, she slowly trailed up her legs, keeping her eyes locked with Gwen’s. Gwen was breathing hard and sucking on her bottom lip when McKayla’s hands started to slide up her thighs.

  McKayla grabbed Gwen’s hips under her dress and yanked her forward so her hips were at the edge of the chair. She placed a kiss on the bare skin right between Gwen’s breasts before slowly kissing down over her stomach. She stopped when she reached the bottom of the short skirt that wasn’t covering anything now that her thighs were spread wide to accommodate McKayla’s body. Gwen was panting, pulse racing, desire making liquid heat seep between her thighs. McKayla ran her hands from the outside of her thighs to the inside of her thighs, her fingers brushing now wet panties under Gwen’s dress before sliding bac
k down her legs. At her knees, McKayla used them to push herself back up to a standing position. She gave Gwen a minute to slide back in her chair and pull her skirt back down before leaning forward to give her one last kiss. “That was hot. I can’t wait till I get you home tonight.” McKayla winked before walking off.

  Feeling need pulsing through her, McKayla was the only person she had ever met that could make her so hot. She picked up her glass and returned to the bar. There was only one empty stool so she quickly slipped on it before someone else came along.

  “Get me another Long Island and give me a 3 Wisemen shot, Todd.” Gwen shouted over the music when Todd made it to her. He didn’t make her wait long, seeing as most of the staff knew she was with McKayla, they came to her before other customers. Knocking back her shot as soon as he put it down, Gwen felt it burn down her throat. She could still feel McKayla’s hands on her and knowing she had hours before she’d be able to find any type of release, she grunted in frustration.

  “Please welcome La to the stage” The Announcer said as McKayla made her way on the stage for the first time that night. Gwen turned, placing her elbows on the bar, drink in one hand. McKayla had changed into tight black zip up sweater dress and knee high 4 inch boots. Gwen watched as McKayla slowly unzipped the dress halfway while dancing around. She bent over revealing she had on a garter with her thigh high stockings and a tiny thong that barely covered everything.